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arcturusreads · 4 years ago

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Hi i dont know if your still accepting prompts but I didn’t want to forget the idea lol no pressure though take your time with this one: Hayes bringing Meredith to Ireland to meet his family and to spend time together just the two of them

Tell Ma I'm Coming Home - Merhayes

I've been shockingly bad at writing lately so I'm sorry that this took so long but I hope this is okay x

“You know, it’s a well-known fact that I don’t do very well when it comes to meeting parents.”

After a 13-hour flight that included a stopover, Cormac had yet to persuade Meredith that his family were going to love her. He’d spoken to both his parents in length about Meredith, mainly due to his Ma’s probing. Initially, they had both just been grateful that Cormac had been willing to open up his heart again. There was never a concern as to how he would handle becoming a single father to two teenage boys. The worry had laid in the thoughts that their only son wouldn’t find someone to share his life with. That his grief over losing Abigail would be all-consuming, not allowing him to understand that he could be happy again.

So, when Cormac had finally told them that he was seeing someone, neither of them could care less who it was at first. Their excitement was purely because their son had eventually understood that finding love again didn’t mean that his love for Abigail would ever diminish and that he deserved to be happy. Over the past few months, they’d gotten to know more about the girl that Cormac had fallen for. She sounded headstrong, confident, stubborn. Everything that Cormac needed.

“Mer, I promise you that I’m not throwing you into the lion’s den. I wouldn’t ever do that to you. So, please trust me when I say that they already love you.”

The two of them were trundling up a stone strewn path. After getting a bus and a taxi from the airport, Cormac had told the taxi driver to drop them off in the middle of a small village, telling Meredith that the walk to his parent's house out on the fields was definitely worth it. After ten minutes she was yet to believe that. It might have been a bit better had they not been dragging their suitcases behind them. Cormac had offered multiple times to take hers but Meredith had stubbornly refused. She could carry her own bags.

When the house eventually came into sight Meredith stopped in her tracks. Her mouth dry. Realising she wasn’t following him anymore, Cormac turned around and walked back to his girlfriend. Placing a hand on her hack, he kissed her cheek.

“Come on, I promise you, my family are just as crazy as yours are.”

He gently pushed her forward with him, knowing that she wouldn’t be willing to move otherwise. It was odd for him to see Meredith like this. The woman that he had fallen in love with was so confident in her work, so headstrong in her life that it was peculiar to see her this anxious about something that he hadn’t thought was that big of a deal.

From outside the door, the pair could already hear booming laughter from inside. The sound of his father’s laughter made an unconscious smile appear on Cormac face. It didn’t matter how long he spent in America, this was always going to feel like home to him. One hand still on Meredith’s back, Cormac opened the door with the other ushering Meredith in first, who hesitantly walked in.

Cormac brought both the bags in, giving her a grin before yelling out, “Ma, Da! We’re here!”

A woman in her mid-30s came rushing out of the living room, her blonde hair falling out of a bun.

“Cormac!” She flung her arms around his neck, making him stagger back a little before he steadying himself and returned the hug,

“Trying to kill me, are ya, Niamh?”

She pulled away, slapping his arm. “Well, maybe if you visited more often then I wouldn’t find the need to.” She stuck her tongue out at him whilst Cormac just rolled his eyes.

Not entirely sure what to do or say, Meredith, stood off awkwardly to the side. She didn’t want to interrupt Cormac’s time with his family. He’d spoken in length to her about his sister Niamh. Whilst the age gap between them was quite large, he had always been close to his sister. Always let her tag along when he would be going to play football with his friends, would spend the entire weekend with her when she was able to convince their parents to let her visit him in uni.

Niamh nudged her brother, nodding over at Meredith so she could be introduced.

“You know you could just introduce yourself. I feel like you might just be old enough now.”

That earned him another punch in the arm. Winching, and rubbing the injury, Cormac decided not to risk any more teasing. “Niamh, this is my girl, Meredith. Meredith, this is my entirely annoying,” he flinched as Niamh went to punch him again, “but extremely talented, baby sister Niamh.”

Grinning Niamh pushed her brother out of the way and went to hug Meredith. “It’s so nice to finally meet you.”

Eventually and awkwardly, Meredith hugged her back. This was definitely a warmer reception than she had had with Derek’s sisters.

“I thought he was going to hide you from us forever. You must be exhausted, come into the living room, Da’s already in there and Ma just ran out for some milk.”

Meredith found herself being dragged off to the living room and when she turned back to her boyfriend, she found him with a huge grin and knowing look on his face. He’d had no doubt that this was going to be the reception she got from his family.

Cormac hadn’t even managed to step foot into the living room before Niamh had begun introductions.

“Da, this is Cormac’s girlfriend, Meredith.”

“it’s a pleasure to meet you, Meredith.” Standing up from a worn-out armchair, Cormac’s father was dressed in a white shirt and a pair of grey trousers.

Meredith took his outstretched hand to shake, “Thank you for letting me stay here, Mr Hayes.”

He gave a hearty chuckle, shaking his head. “Oh, you don’t need to call me, Mr Hayes. Rory will do just fine. Come on, take a seat, Ava won’t be too long now.”

As Meredith took a seat next to Niamh on an empty sofa, Rory welcomed his son home. The two shared a long, tight hug. It was clear to see that Rory had missed having Cormac around. The space between visits had been far too long and Rory had left it up to his wife to badger their son to come and visit them but he had missed Cormac more than anyone. Watching the Six Nation hadn’t quite been the same since his son had left.

When the two of them had finally let go of each other Cormac gave a pointed look to Niamh, the same one he had given her when they were kids as he wanted her to move but she wasn’t six years old anymore and happy to listen to her brother.

“Oh, I don’t think so. You two have been dating for months which means that you’ve had her to yourself for months. So, I’m pretty sure you can survive not sitting next to Meredith while Da and I get to know her.”

Cormac looked over at Meredith, hoping that she might support him but instead his girlfriend just smirked at him. “You heard her. There are plenty of seats in this room.”

Shaking his head, Cormac took a seat on the other armchair in the room whilst his father laughed at him. Inside though, he was pleased that Meredith felt comfortable enough to not need him next to her, that she was happy to sit next to his sister. The next ten minutes were spent with Cormac mostly on the outskirts of the conversation as Rory, Niamh and Meredith all got to know each other. Meredith found herself quickly at ease with the pair much to her surprise. That ease soon faded away when she heard the voice of Ava Hayes as she entered the house. This had been the member of the Hayes’ family that Meredith had been most worried to meet.

Cormac had told Meredith of the close relationship that he had with his mother. She had always been his number one supporter: his toughest critic yet his biggest cheerleader. It was Ava whom Cormac had leant on for support when Abigail was first diagnosed, always at the end of the phone whenever he needed her. Whilst she hadn’t agreed with Cormac’s rash move to Switzerland, she had still gone to visit him and the boys after a few months to make sure that they were settled properly.

“Cormac!” A lady of around five feet bustled through the door in a floral white summer dress and coral cardigan, her brunette hair going white at the roots hung around her shoulders.

Cormac immediately got up from his seat and wrapped his mother in a hug. “Ma, I’ve missed you.” He kissed her cheek as they pulled away.

Ava smacked his arm making her son wince, “You wouldn’t have to miss me if you just came to visit more often.”

As he opened his mouth to reply, his mother quickly waved him off. “Don’t bother with the excuses. It’s Meredith that I’m more excited to see.”

“Thank, Ma.”

Ava ignored her son’s sarcastic drawl and turned to look at Meredith who’d gotten up from the sofa. Much like her daughter, Ava pulled Meredith into a hug.

“it’s so lovely to finally meet you, Meredith. Cormac won’t stop going on about you whenever he calls.”

Meredith gave a nervous smile, a slight blush crawling up her cheeks. “It’s nice to meet you too but I definitely wouldn’t believe everything he says about me.”

“Nonsense. You’re the woman who’s finally managed to put a smile on my son’s face again. I’ll forever be grateful to you because of that.” Ava’s eyes began to well up with tears.

Meredith took one of her hands and gave it a squeeze. “You raised an amazing man and he’s done a lot more for me than I have for him.”

Ava quickly wiped away the tears that had fallen. “Oh, don’t praise him too much, it’ll just go to his head.”

“Oh, trust me, there’s no risk of that.”

“It’s true, that’s probably the first compliment she’s given me in the past three months.”

Meredith just rolled her eyes at him in response, “There’s just not a lot to compliment and that’s not my fault.

Ava couldn’t help but chuckle at their interaction. She felt fully at peace now having met Meredith. She’d never doubted her son’s judgment but having finally met Meredith, Ava knew that her son was in good hands, and she couldn’t be happier. It didn’t matter that she hadn’t spoken to her son’s girlfriend for very long, Ava just had a good feeling about her. Not only that but she had seen the way that Meredith and Cormac kept glancing at each other, she could sense the lightness in her son’s stature that she feared had disappeared forever and the woman standing in front of her had been willing to take a 13-hour flight to meet her boyfriend’s family for the first time. If Cormac ever let go of Meredith, Ava was going to give him hell, but she was pretty sure that this was Cormac’s second chance love and she didn’t know anyone that deserved it more.

#merhayes #cormac hayes #meredith grey #grey's anatomy #hayes x grey #cormac x meredith

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lindyloosims · 3 years ago

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“It’s natural to have doubts Lou. I still don’t believe that Vlad made the right choice in me but...well the work keeps me going and there often isn’t time to wallow in how unworthy I am to be President of the Vampire Council, and to top it all off, Caleb fucking Vatore went and got me elected Mayor of Forgotten Hollow! I feel the pressure every day!”

“Seriously?” Lou’s eyes widened, “You would never know, you’re the epitome of boss man energy!”

“Well, I don’t feel that energy! Hallie grounds me but she also makes me feel like I can change the world. If it weren’t for her I’d...well I wouldn’t be able to function!”

“You’re lucky to have her, I’m so jealous of what you have with her it...there was someone...once!” So it was going to become that kind of conversation? “You remember me talking about Celene? You met her, she found Rory...”

“Yeah, I know Celene, I’m ashamed to say I knew she was leaving but there was so much going on with you and the pack that I didn’t think it was important!”

“Yeah well, she would have left regardless! We went on a date once, the night I got bit, she warned me not to go out there...to Greg’s? But I was trying to impress her and...well it changed my life forever! I had just turned eighteen, just becoming a man, trying to prove my dad wrong...but proving him right in the end!”

“Celene got bit too that night, but she took the cure. I was dumb and full of shit, thinking I’d be okay...I should’ve listened to her on both occasions! But becoming a werewolf was the best thing that ever happened to me, I met Rory, I found a real family! Anyway, one night I got drunk at the Grimtooth Bar and Celene took me to the club house to sleep it off, one thing led to another and...well let’s just say we never really spoke again after that...she's a little older than me, and she was my first, I was probably not hers though!” Lou chuckled sadly.

“When I met Hallie, she turned my head, I knew she was Grayson’s wife...sorry...I knew she was taken, by you or by Grayson, it doesn’t matter, she was off limits! When I brought her back here four months ago, Celene came out of her house and gave me an earful, calling Hallie a little temptress...a whole pile of shit came out of her mouth. I never thought she cared, then she told me to stay away from her and enjoy my little family...she thought your baby was...well, mine!”

“Yeah, she said as much when I took her home!” I nodded, Lou had just confirmed what I suspected, Jared was his son! He didn’t know, but I didn’t feel that it was my place to tell. Hopefully Lizette would track Celene down and Lou could finally meet him, maybe make a go of it with his son’s mother.

“I dunno, I just always thought that there would be time to fix...whatever we had! I think I felt more for Celene than she felt for me to be honest, our night in the club house meant more to me than it did her. I mean I was drunk, but I was aware of what we were doing and I wanted it, she wanted it, maybe I was just another notch...I guess I’ll never know!”

“You’ll get your chance to find out, I’m sure of it! Look Lou, you’re going to make an amazing alpha! Rory was easy to work with, but because we’re friends we can make a great team! I have faith in you, Vlad does too...and so does Hallie!”

“Sh-she does?” Lou sat back in his chair and eyed me with surprise.

“Of course she does, she’s your number one fan!”

“She is?”

“Lou, she loves you! Not like she loves me, don’t get any ideas...but she does! We both consider you as our family too and we’d love for you to be Aurora’s godfather!”

“You would?” This kid really lacked confidence, did he not know what a great young man he truly was?

“We would, now, do you think we can have a group discussion with the pack, try to get them to move forward with us? I know where to find Kat and Markus, and with their help we can get the justice Rory deserves!”

“We can try!” He replied with more confidence, hearing how much Hallie thought of him had done the trick, I hoped he knew that he could do this, that he had support from everyone who cared about him. We needed to stay focused, and I had to tell his pack that I could track down Rory’s killers, news that would hopefully go down well with most, if not all of them!

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#TheTartosaVampire #ts4 #sims 4 #the sims 4

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wiypt-writes · 4 years ago

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Stark Spangled Forever

One Shot- Out Of My League

Intro: Steve can tell Katie’s feeling a little bit down. But in true Cap style, he’s not gonna give up until he figures out why and a way to make it better….

Warnings: Bad language. NSFW (SMUT!) No under 18s.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

A/N: Someone once commented when reading Stark Spangled Banner that they felt like Katie loved Steve more than he loved her, and that got me seriously doubting the way I had written Steve as that is most certainly not the case. The pair of them are ridiculously in love and Steve is utterly besotted with his girl, and let’s not forget spent fifteen years alone in the past to ensure he could come back to her and live the rest of his days out with the love of his life. Also worth remembering he came back looking like Ari Levinson (it was the 70s) and he kept the beard simply because she liked it…what better declaration of love?!

With this in mind, I asked a few people what they thought and @icanfeelastormbrewing came back with a perfect song which she said she feels en-CAP=sulates (pun intended) Steve’s feelings towards Katie. So I’ve taken a different format to usual and pulled together a Song Based Fic based on a little request from @sweater-daddiesdumbdork for some soft Steve.

Written with Steve’s POV in mind.

The song is Stephen Speaks- Out Of My League. Take a listen, because it’s phenomenally beautiful.

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Stark Spangled Forever Masterlist // Main Masterlist

September 2027

It’s her hair and her eyes today That just simply take me away And the feeling that I’m falling further in love Makes me shiver but in a good way

“Hey Pal.” Steve smiled softly, picking his baby son up out of the basinet. Instantly Harry’s soft whimpers died down as he pressed his face into his dad’s shoulder, his soft head nuzzling into the crook of Steve’s neck.

“You hungry?” He asked gently, carrying the six week old baby into the kitchen to grab him a bottle out of the fridge. Once he’d warmed it, checked it, he returned to the sitting room and began to feed him, Harry’s little cheeks working eagerly as he took his milk. Steve watched as his baby boy turned his bright blue eyes onto his and he smiled down at his son, gently adjusting his arms to make sure he was settled comfortably before he glanced up at the clock.

Katie should be back soon from dropping the elder two littles off and Steve was hoping that Rori had decided to get out of the damned car without a full on fight like the one he’d had with her the previous morning. His little Star Spangled Diva really wasn’t happy about the fact she had to go to Nursery when Harry could stay home all day. And she didn’t care when he’d explained to her that Harry was a baby and therefore was too little to go to nursery. She’d screamed and screamed and yelled about the fact that it wasn’t fair but her tantrum had simply made Steve even more determined get her out of the car and through the fucking door. In the end he had carried her in and explained to the familiar members of staff from Jamie’s time there, what was going on.They’d simply smiled at him, told him they’d dealt with worse (he didn’t voice the fact that he seriously doubted that) and he’d set her down on the floor, crouched in front of her and told her to be a good girl and he’d be back in a few hours, leaving her screaming behind him as he walked off. It had almost killed him but he was thankful it was him doing it and not Katie as she constantly doubted her decisions at a mother as it was and he knew that, despite all the teasing Katie did about Rori being Steve’s little Princess, she would be the one that caved and brought her home as she couldn’t bear to leave her behind, screaming.

Both of them loved Rori with everything they had, just the same as all their kids, but Jesus Christ she was the hardest one to deal with out of the lot of them, especially when she didn’t get her own way. Just like her mother, Steve often teased Katie, although he knew that deep down that was a slightly un-fair comparison. Whilst Katie was certainly prone to her little brat moments, she was utterly selfless when it came to the kids and her family and friends, one of the many things he adored about her.

Lucky’s ears pricked up, and his tail started to thump against the rug and moments later Steve heard the door open and shut. She walked into the living room and he instantly frowned at her face, he could see she’d been crying.

“Honey?” He asked, looking at her as she walked towards him, running her finger softly over Harry’s cheek.

“I literally fed him about an hour before I left.” She chuckled, avoiding Steve’s questioning eyes. “You and your damned serum.” Steve watched her as she sat down next to him, tucking her legs under her on the chair, her long hair falling over her face slightly.

“Katie,” he spoke a little more sternly and he saw her take a deep breath and turn her face to him, “what’s wrong? Was she a pain in the ass again?” “No, actually, she was perfect.” Katie smiled. “Got out of the car, walked in, smiled at everyone and headed off to play. I nearly fainted in surprise.” “So why have you been crying?” “I had a baby six weeks ago, it’s just hormones. Honestly, I’m fine.” Steve could tell she was lying, he always could. Her eyes avoided his as she couldn’t ever lie to his face. But whatever it was she didn’t want to tell him so he let it slide.

For now.

“Okay” he said, looking at her. “Anyway, I’ve been thinking, why don’t we head out for the afternoon?”

“Shouldn’t you be prepping ready for going back for your pre-term meetings next week?” She looked at him and he shrugged.

“I’ll catch up.” He said with a smile. “Spending time with you is more important.”

Katie smiled and peered over at Harry who had stopped drinking. Steve gently placed the bottle onto the coffee table and moved Harry so he was over his shoulder, rubbing at his back.

“Anywhere in mind?”

“Well,” Steve looked at her, “we really should get you a new car.”

“Steve, I’m not…” “Just, hear me out,” he said, silencing her. “I’m not asking you to get rid of the Camero, I know how much that car means to you.”

She looked down and took a deep breath. “I know it’s stupid, it’s a lump of metal but…” “Tony got it you, I know.” Steve said softly “But I’m driving it now all the time because you need the Audi for the kids so I thought maybe we should get another one. The Camero can be your little, I dunno, fun car.” “Fun car?” Katie looked at him, smiling as he shrugged.

“Yeah, one that we can snatch a drive in every once in a while when we’re alone. Although I know that hardly happens now.” Katie gave a chuckle, before she shrugged. “Okay, we could go car hunting I suppose.” “And grab lunch?” Steve looked at her.

“Sure.” She nodded before she smiled a little.

“What you thinking?” Steve asked. “How much I loved my range rover that I got for my twenty-first.” A fond look crossed her face. Steve smiled, that had been the car she’d had when he’d first met her, and it had been flatted under the triskelion.

“Yeah, that was a nice car. Why don’t we go and see about getting you another one?”

“Yeah, maybe…” At that point Harry let out a burp and both parents looked at him, Steve giving his head a kiss.

“Here, I’ll take him. You go get showered and then we can head out.” Katie gestured with her arms. Steve gently passed him over and she held him close, his head resting on her chest, his little legs supported by her arms. Steve stood up, dropped a soft kiss to his wife’s lips and then headed up the stairs to get changed.

***** All the times I have sat and stared As she thoughtfully thumbs through her hair And she purses her lips, bats her eyes and she plays with me Sitting there slack-jawed and nothing to say

The car shopping went better than Steve had anticipated. The minute Katie had sat in one of the vehicles in the Range Rover showroom he’d seen her face light up, as she checked all the buttons and the various gadgets the car had, asking the sales man various questions. Forty minutes or so later, after a heavy negotiation during which his wife had almost reduced the salesman to a quivering wreck, they left, Katie having ordered a Firenze red Range Rover Velar. Katie had smiled at the colour, saying it reminded her of Tony’s Iron Man suit, which had made Steve chuckle a little at her confession.

And then she had suggested that they look for a newer car for Steve too. He’d protested at first, as he didn’t think he needed one but she’d shrugged and simply replied ‘when is anything we buy ever really about what we need?’

As a result, they’d swung into the Porsche showroom on their way back in, and an hour later Steve was the owner of a sleek silver Cayenne in a grey-blue colour, with tan leather interior which would be delivered in about ten weeks, not long before Katie’s was due. He’d fallen in love with the model the moment he had sat inside it. It was fancy, well finished, and felt beyond luxurious. And on the test drive he’d taken whilst Katie fed Harry again, it was fucking fast too, which easily satisfied his inner speed-demon.

“Well that was an expensive morning.” Steve grinned as they sat in the small bistro not far from Jamie’s school, Harry once more asleep in his pram as they both studied the menu.

“We’ve had worse.” Katie smiled and Steve snorted, taking a sip of his drink.

“Yeah, okay the house. I’ll give you that.” She smiled and Steve watched her glance through the menu, her hand brushing her hair back behind her ears as she bit her lip and studied the options for lunch. And there it was again, that look on her face, the one he knew meant something was bothering her. Before he had chance to push her further on it the waiter appeared and they placed their order. Steve opting for a pizza, because well he’d eat that stuff every meal of the day if he could, and Katie went for a chicken Caesar salad stating she fancied a change from her usual choice here of Carbonara. Steve waited until the man had bustled off before he reached over the table and gently took Katie’s hand.

“You gonna tell me what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, honestly.” She looked at him, and he sighed, shaking his head.

“You know I can tell when you’re holding back on me. I’ve known you for too long now sweetheart.” She looked down at the table and took a breath, “Steve, I don’t wanna talk about it, not here, not now.”

“Katie…” “Please.” She looked at him, her eyes wide as she shook her head “Don’t.” Steve took a deep breath and sat back, holding his hands up in surrender “Okay, but this is not the end of this conversation.” “Don’t I know it,” she grumbled, giving him a look, “you’re like a dog with a bone when you get going.” “I’ll give you a bone if you want.” He quipped, dropping his voice and leaning over the table. It wasn’t often he made a dirty joke like that in public, but it had the desired effect. Her cheeks flushed and she raised an eyebrow at him, a cheeky grin flitting across her face, whatever worry it was she had forgotten for the moment.

“Steven Grant Rogers.” She sniggered, shaking her head and he shrugged, leaning back in his chair, eyeing her over his beer as he took a sip.

“You don’t want?” He titled his head to the side. “I didn’t say that.” “So you do…”

“Piss off, Steve.” She laughed, making him grin again.

**** ‘Cause I love her with all that I am And my voice shakes along with my hands 'Cause she’s all that I see And she’s all that I need And I’m out of my league once again

“Daddy!” Rori shrieked as Steve walked into the nursery. He smiled as she barrelled towards him and he scooped her up, placing a kiss to her cheek.

“Hey, princess!” He smiled, “You had a good day?” “Yeah we did erm painting and some games and I fallded over but I’m okay.” “She took a tumble when they were outside on the playground.” Sally, one of the nursery assistants advised Steve, passing him an envelope. “It wasn’t anything major, she bumped her knee. She didn’t seem to even notice, or care, but we’re obliged to write it up.” “Thanks.” Steve smiled, taking the report from her and tucking it into his pocket. He wasn’t worried, she was like her brother in that respect. The half of her that was him was her robustness to general knocks and tumbles and germs, thanks to the serum. He placed her down on the floor and told her to collect her things, watching as she headed over to the little peg that contained her small pink backpack and her jacket.

“How’s the little one?” Sally asked and Steve turned to her, smiling.

“He’s great.” Steve beamed. “Such a placid baby, in comparison to the other two anyway, certainly her.” He added with a nod towards Rori. Sally chuckled. “Yeah, a lot of parents say that the youngest ones are often the easiest. I think it’s because as Parents you relax a little more and they feel it. You should tell Mrs Rogers to bring him in one morning, we’ve not met him yet.” “I will.” Steve smiled, nodding as Rori came back. He gently helped her put her jacket on before he stood up, thanked the staff again and led her outside to the car.

“Where’s momma?” Rori asked.

“She’s at home with Harry. We just gotta go pick Jamie up and then we can go home.” “Okay.” she said. She fell silent for a moment before she suddenly chirped up again. “Daddy, my knee hurts.”

Steve glanced down at her sceptically as he opened the car door. “Does it? Or are you just angling for sympathy?” Rori pondered for a moment before she grinned. “Sympathy.”

Steve snorted, she was honest at least. He sat her in her car seat in the back of the car, buckling her in before he pressed a kiss to the knee she was pointing at. “Better?” “Yes, fankoo.” “You’re welcome.” He smiled, shutting the door and heading to the driver’s side to climb in. He drove the few blocks to Jamie’s school, pulling into the pick-up area and nodded to the staff member who was on duty. Jamie waved and Steve had to snort at the state of him. His tie was completely wonky, his jacket was open, shirt untucked… typical seven year old boy. He shot over to the car as Steve climbed out, opening the trunk so he could stick his rucksack in the back before he moved to give his dad a quick hug.

“Had a good day, Son?”

Jamie nodded and climbed into the car, sitting on the booster in the front. Steve clipped him in and then made to head home.

“Guess what me and Momma did today.” Steve looked at Jamie as he pulled out of the school grounds and onto the road.

“What?” “Bought two new cars.” “What did you get?” Jamie grinned

“Well, Momma got a range rover, a red one. And I got a Porsche.” “Cool.” Jamie nodded his approval. “Is momma happier now?”

Steve frowned. “What makes you ask that, buddy?” “When we dropped Rori off before she got upset.”

“Did she say why?” “She told me when we walked back to the car that it was just her feelings from having Harry.” Jamie shrugged.

Steve pondered for a moment, his thumb tapping on the steering wheel before he turned to his son again. “Did she speak to anyone when you dropped Rori off?” “Just Sally.” Jamie shrugged. “There were some other ladies there but Momma didn’t speak to them.”

“Okay, well, don’t worry about it.” Steve nodded to assure the boy. He knew Jamie hated seeing his mother upset. “She’s fine, like she said, just her feelings from Harry.” They drove home, Steve chatting to Jamie and Rori as they went but his mind was still on his wife. He knew now that whatever was bothering her had to be something to do with Rori’s nursery, or something that had happened when she had dropped her off.

And it gave him an angle to approach her with.

In typical fashion, the kids shot into the kitchen and Katie greeted them both with a smile from where she had been stood preparing their dinner. The two of them began instantly gabbling away, both filling her in about their day and Steve leaned on the doorway, watching as his wife talked to both of them, crouching down to look them both in the eyes as they thrust various pieces of paper at her. He loved watching her interact with their children, it was simply something he found astonishing how easy it came to her. Being a mother had highlighted every single trait he found so damned attractive about her even more and it lit a fire in his belly every single time he saw it. She glanced up at him and he gave her a smile, pushing off the door frame and walking into the room, passing Harry who was still asleep in the basinet in the corner of the room.

“He not woke up?” Steve asked and Katie shook her head.

“We’re gonna suffer for that tonight.” She sighed and Steve chuckled, dropping a kiss to her cheek.

“Jamie,” he turned to his son who’s hand was sneaking up onto the counter next to Katie to grab a piece of cheese she had been grating. Jamie grinned at his dad as he popped into his mouth with a shrug. Steve rolled his eyes, smiling, “go change pal, get out of your uniform.”

“Okay.” he agreed, heading out of the kitchen.

“I change too, daddy?” Rori looked at him.

“You don’t need to.”

“But I want to.” She folded her arms and Steve looked at Katie who gave a snort as they both observed their little Diva.

“What do you want to change into?” Steve asked, picking her up.

“Bumble bear.” “You wanna wear your bear onesie?”

She nodded.

“Alright, come on.”

He held his hand out to her and she took it, the pair of them heading upstairs. Fifteen minutes later, both kids were settled in the den, the pair of them looking at a jigsaw puzzle. Telling Jamie that he was on ‘big brother’ duties, basically an instruction to be careful and keep Rori out of mischief as much as he could, he headed into the kitchen to find Katie now wiping down the counters, a pasta bake in the oven.

“Jamie said you were upset this morning after you left the nursery.” Steve’s arms wrapped around his wife from behind and he felt her still slightly “Come on, Doll, what’s been eating you all day?”

“Nothing, I’m just being stupid.” She shrugged, turning in his arms to look at him.

“Katie,” his voice was stern and he lowered his head slightly, his eyebrows raising as he gave her a look that instructed her to tell the truth.

With a sigh she lowered her head and pinched the bridge of her nose. “I just overheard a few of the moms talking that’s all, I don’t think they realised I was behind them. It’s no big deal.” “What were they saying?” “They just,” Katie took a deep breath, “they made a comment about Rori and how like me she looked, and then one of them said or at least how I used to look anyway.”

Steve frowned, staying silent and waiting for her to finish.

“Then they kinda laughed and said that I’d certainly ‘let myself go’ a little after the latest one,” she raised her hands and framed the offending three words with phrase marks by bending the index and middle fingers on each hand forward twice in symmetry.

Steve fought hard to keep his face straight and not display they anger he was feeling inside. Fuck, he loved this woman, and the thought of anyone saying something so damned cruel it would upset her made him furious.

“They manage to look all neat and tidy for the school run and I,” Katie shook her head, “it’s all I can do to make sure my top is on the right way round.

“Honey,” Steve shook his head, “we have three small kids, all who need breakfast and dressing in the morning, and one of whom is barely six weeks old.” “Yeah I know, and I know I need to give myself time but,” she shrugged, “you know that each time I’ve been pregnant I’ve kept some weight somewhere.” “So?” Steve frowned

“I don’t know, I guess I just miss being the size I was. It doesn’t matter, I told you, I was being stupid.” She shook her head. “I’ll get over it.”

Steve looked at her for a second, his head cocked to one side. Whilst it was true that post Jamie her hips had remained slightly larger as had her chest. And the added curve to her ass hadn’t completely been there before she’d had Rori, but her stomach had returned to being fairly flat post both of their previous kids, even if it wasn’t a washboard of muscle like it had when she was at the peak of her SHIELD or Avenging days. Her waist had remained fairly small and all of this had simply given her a killer hourglass figure he fucking loved, and one that he’d noticed various other men casting approving glances over on more than one occasion.

And yes, now six weeks after giving birth she was still carrying extra baby weight over and above all that but Steve frankly didn’t’ give a shit. She was gorgeous to him, and always would be.

“Well I don’t miss it.” Steve looked at her, his hands falling to her hips as he pulled her closer. “Sweetheart, before Jamie you were tiny, it’s skewing your perception. I could practically connect my hands around your waist.” She looked at him as he continued, to speak, shaking his head. “We’ve both changed, as you told me not long ago.”

“But it looks good on you.”

“Yeah, and having our babies looks good on you, too.” He pressed and she gave a soft smile, looking at him. “Just don’t think on it please, I love you. I always will. You know this.” “I know, sorry, like I said, I was just having an off day and,” she nuzzled into his chest as his strong arms wrapped around her back, “I guess the hormones kinda made it worse.”

“Well I’ll make it better later.” He grinned, leaning down to kiss her.

“Yeah, you finally gonna give me that bone?” She snorted and he laughed.

“Damned right…” he muttered, his lips brushing hers lightly. “My baby momma…” ******

It’s a masterful melody When she calls out my name to me As the world spins around her she laughs, rolls her eyes And I feel like I’m falling but it’s no surprise

Steve’s hands were all over his wife as she sat, straddled over his lap on the sofa. After putting the kids to bed they’d been cuddled up watching a film, and he’d simply been watching her sat there, playing with her hair, biting her thumb, and then his self-control had finally snapped and he had pulled her onto his lap with one aim only.

His mouth trailed soft kisses up her neck to that spot behind her ear as his fingers began gently undoing the buttons on the front of the plaid shirt she was wearing, the shirt that as ever belonged to him. He opened them slowly one by one and Katie moved her head to catch his mouth with hers, her tongue sweeping over his bottom lip. He obliged, opening his mouth, his own tongue dipping into hers with smooth strokes as he gently reached the last button of the shirt and pushed it down over her shoulders, where it dropped to the floor.

His forehead pressed to hers and he looked down at her, giving a soft groan as his hands gripped her hips pulling her down further onto his lap, grinding up against her through his sweats. He was rock hard already, the sight of her sat on front of him was enough to make him lose his mind completely.

“You’re beautiful.” He mumbled, his lips grazing over her collar bone as one of his hands slid up her body, where it gently began to knead at her bra clad breast, softly teasing her nipple beneath the lace. He knew she was tender there, and he couldn’t go to town on them as much as he would like to but that was another thing that fucking turned him on so much. The fact that she was nursing his baby son, knowing that her body was nurturing him was so goddamned fucking amazing it had him low key horny all the time.

“Off…” She mumbled against his lips, hands grabbing at the bottom of his T’shirt and Steve sat forward slightly to allow her to pull it over his head and her hands ran through his hair, down his now bare back and up again, before she gently cupped her face with her hands, the pads of her fingers gently pressing into the whiskers of his beard as she leaned down for another kiss. Steve’s large hands flattened on her back, pulling her closer to him, their chests pressed together, lips locked deeply. Once more Steve titled his hips, causing Katie’s breath to catch in her throat and she pulled away slightly to look at him, Steve’s own breathing hitching slightly at the look of love and adoration his wife had on her face. One he knew he was mirroring completely.

Tilting his hips slightly, he raised them both easily off the sofa, and Katie instantly worked his sweats and boxers down over his slim waist. Without another second of hesitation he moved her panties to one side with one hand as he grasped his achingly hard cock in the other as Katie gently positioned herself before she sank down slowly onto him giving a soft mewl as he filled her, his hands returning to her waist once she had taken him in completely. With a grunt of his own, he held her still for a moment, before he bucked his hips upwards, Katie meeting him as she pushed down, tilting her hips so he was driving up against her spot. They found a rhythm, easily, as always. It was a well-worn dance between the pair of them after so many years together but a dance that Steve would never get tired of. Every single time it felt just as good as the last, and as Katie rolled her hips slightly, moving her forwards an inch Steve’s head fell back against the back cushions on the sofa, his hands cradling her close.

“Feel so fucking good,” he praised, his hips slamming upwards again, her moans of pleasure filling the room as she pushed downwards. He leaned forward, his mouth gently pressing kissing to her sternum and throat and she gave a shudder, rotating her hips urgently as Steve continued to push up and greet her movement for movement.

“Stevie…I’m…” she panted softly, her head falling forwards to catch his mouth and he felt her twitch around him, meaning she was close. His hands snaked into her hair, holding her face still as he kissed her hard, hips snapping forwards. With a soft cry, she stilled slightly, her moans flowing into Steve’s mouth as he felt her fluttering around him as she came and he wasn’t far behind. He pushed up, thrusting through her orgasm before he reached his own, with a groan that bubbled from his chest, his eyes closing in utter bliss as the feeling overwhelmed him. They both sat still for a moment, utterly spent, Steve’s hands skating up his wife’s back as she gave a soft hum of contentment, her head resting against his.

Steve gently pulled back, his hand tilting Katie’s chin up gently so he could kiss her again, soflty, and he smiled against her mouth, before Harry gave a shrill cry from the cradle in the corner of the room, reminding them of something that they had both forgotten during the last blissful fifteen minutes of pure lust and passion. They weren’t just Steve and Katie anymore, they were Momma and Daddy.

And Steve wouldn’t change ANYTHING about that for the world.

*****

'Cause I love her with all that I am And my voice shakes along with my hands 'Cause it’s frightening to be Swimming in this strange sea But I’d rather be here than on land

The next morning they altered their routine slightly. Jamie was dropped at school first and then Steve drove to Nursery to drop Rori off, complete with Harry so the staff could meet him for the first time. Steve kept a careful watch on his wife as she got out of the car, smoothing her hair back slightly as she helped Rori out, the pair of them making their way through the gates and into the building. Steve followed behind, the car seat containing Harry in his hand.

Once inside, Rori bounded off to see her friends and the nursery staff immediately crowded around Harry as Katie smiled and Steve gently placed the seat on the main desk. Katie lifted him out and handed him to Sally who beamed and gently took him in her arms.

“Oh, Mrs Rogers,” she looked at Katie then to Steve, “Sir, he’s beautiful,” she beamed, rocking him slightly as Harry’s hands gently fisted in the air, his eyes focussed on the older woman as she smiled at him.

“Just like his Momma.” Steve’s arm curled round Katie as he pressed a kiss to her head. She nudged him with her elbow as she flushed slightly.

Once the staff had all finished preening over Harry, Katie made sure he was secure in his seat again and they both made their way back outside. Steve clipped the seat back onto the base in the rear of the car and then stood up, glancing over the top of the door at Katie but she wasn’t looking at him. Instead, her eyes were watching something behind him and he turned to see two women as they walked down the sidewalk towards them, both of them leading a child each. Instantly he noticed his wife’s demeanour change as she tugged at the bottom of her top, pulling it away from her body and it didn’t take a genius to figure out who those women were.

Hell, no. Not on his watch.

Ignoring the surge of anger in his stomach he shut the door to the car gently and without a word grabbed his wife and pressed his lips to hers. It took her a moment to respond, he’d surprised her that much, but she smiled against his mouth as he kissed her deeply, his hands sliding down to give her ass a quick squeeze.

“What was that for?” She asked a little breathlessly as he pulled away, pressing his forehead to hers.

“Do I need a reason?” He smiled.

“No, suppose not.” She grinned, patting his chest. “Come on, we never had breakfast before and I’m starving.” She moved away from him and Steve opened the passenger door for her to climb in. Shutting it softly he turned and saw the two women looking at him. He raised an eyebrow challengingly, his hands dropping to his buckle.

“Morning.” His voice remained neutral but carried that undertone of a challenge, in the way he always managed when slipping back into Captain mode.

“Err, good morning, Captain…errr… Mr Rogers.” One of them spoke, smiling. “I’m not sure what you go by now.” “Neither am I.” He shrugged simply “Bur Mr Rogers is fine, thanks. Reminds me I’m married. And who doesn’t want to be reminded they’re married to the most beautiful gal on the planet huh?” He smiled broadly. “Even if some people think she looks a little different now from when we first met…”

The smile on both their faces slipped a little and Steve levelled them both with a look, leaving them in no uncertain terms as to what he was saying and had to fight the smirk that was threatening to spread on his face as he could tell instantly that he had embarrassed them, which had completely been his intent. Both women flushed a deep shade of red and they both hastily bid him good-day as they bustled up the path towards the main door.

Steve climbed into the car, and Katie turned to him.

“You’re such a bitch.” she smirked, and he looked at her, not even attempting to pretend he didn’t know what she was talking about. He was busted, but he didn’t care.

“Well they shouldn’t be trash talking my wife.” He shrugged. Katie shook her head gently before she leaned over to give him a soft kiss.

“Still going all protective over me, huh Soldier?” “Always.” He nodded as she pressed her lips gently to his again. Smiling, she tucked her hair behind her ears before they both settled down and Steve snapped the car into drive, pulling off into the steady stream of morning traffic.

Yes she’s all that I see And she’s all that I need And I’m out of my league once again

**original posting**

#stark spangled forever #steve rogers #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers fic #steve rogers x ofc #steve rogers x original female character #Katie Stark #mcu #mcu fanfic #steve rogers smut #chris evans #chris evans characters

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thedevilsruby · 4 years ago

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Blood Ties (Clierra multi chap fic)

The official sequel to Business, Torture and Pleasure. Cliff and Sierra are finally married and happy when Giovanni rears his head in and threatens their lives once again. Will he succeed or will Cliff and Sierra defeat him once more?

(Chapter One) (Chapter Two) (Chapter Three) (Chapter Four) (Chapter Five) (Chapter Six)

Chapter Seven: Finally Safe

Sierra laid on the bed, her eyes devoid of life or emotion. She had been here for three days.

Three days of hitting, barely eating and Giovanni trying to insist she give him a child.

Which she obviously refused. She had Aurora. Aurora was all she needed.

Her thought never stopped when it came to Aurora and Cliff. Were they okay? She hoped that they were safe. She hoped they knew she was thinking about them all the time.

That’s all she could do that this point. Hope.

Cliff bit his lip as he sat in the back seat of Spark’s car, Jenny and her squad behind them. He remembered the route to the beach house well when Giovanni showed him, Arlo and Sierra to show off his wealth and what he could afford.

His large hand gripping Aurora’s little one, he hoped that’s where they were.

Sure enough, they found the house, Giovanni’s expensive car in front.

Cliff was tempted to go over and smash the windows and flatten the tires but right now, getting Sierra out was the only thing on his mind.

Sierra jumped from near fright when sirens blared all around the house, then it hit her and she smiled when her window caught sight of Spark’s car, Cliff and the others exiting.

“Cliff!!” She squealed, her heart filling with delight as she saw Blanche exit the car, holding their niece in their arms. “Rory!”

Panic gripped her heart when Giovanni slammed the door open, storming over and roughly grabbing her ankle. She winced but let him unlock her anklet, then gasped as he pulled her into his arms roughly.

“Let me go!” She screamed, trying with all her might to fight him, she couldn’t help but wonder what the point of those self defense classes was when he seemed immune to her punches and kicks.

“No!” He snarled, dragging her to the door, her kicking with all her might to get away.

The police officers had their guns drawn as he kicked the door open. Cliff gasped when he saw a gun drawn to Sierra’s head. “SIERRA!” He screamed, resisting the urge to go over and rip her out of Giovanni’s arms.

“NO ONE MOVE OR I SHOOT HER BRAINS OUT!” Giovanni yelled, almost insanely. The police froze, afraid of harm coming to Sierra is they didn’t comply.

Sierra was frightened for a second, but seeing Cliff and Aurora filled her with a new energy. An energy full of love and hatred at the same time. Love for her family and friend who risked so much to save her, a hatred for the madman holding her, ripping away her daughter’s innocence and ruining her family’s sense of security.

She hated him.

With her newfound energy, she grabbed the hand that was draped tightly around her shoulders and bit down as hard as her jaw would allow.

With a pained scream, Giovanni released her and gripped his wounded hand. Sierra took advantage of her new found freedom to sprint to Cliff, laughing tearfully as she jumped into his arms at long last. “DARLING!” She screamed, tears flowing down her cheeks.

“Sierr-” Cliff was about to scream her name but then he saw it.

Giovanni lifting his gun back up as officers tried to dive in. The insane glow in his eyes was intense.

“IF I CAN’T HAVE HER, NO ONE CAN!”

Sierra had no time to react as Cliff shoved her behind him and the gunshot was heard. She covered her mouth in horror as Cliff screamed in pain.

“NO!” Sierra shrieked.

People surrounded the coffin in tears and mourning. The skies above were gray and lifeless, almost mourning with the people gathering for the one who would be missed.

The priest read a eulogy written for him, reading as loudly as he could over the sobs and cries.

Then it faded to black.

“Those soap operas get so dramatic, Robert wasn’t even that important a character.” Cliff groaned with a roll of his eyes. He then eyed his wife, who was giggling and leaning against his side. “How do you watch those and not get bored?”

“Some of them aren’t so bad, dearest.” Sierra stated, kissing his cheek.

Two months had gone by since the incident. After Giovanni fired on Cliff, police had no choice but to fire on him as well. Giovanni was pronounced dead on the scene.

Cliff had gotten away with a bullet in his shoulder and was recovering. Sierra and Aurora never left his side, Aurora doing her little drawings for him, hoping it would make him feel better. It was tremendous help, making Cliff smile when he needed it.

Aurora climbed into Cliff’s lap, hugging him. “I’ll help you not be bored, daddy!” She squealed.

Cliff chuckled, ruffling his daughter’s hair. “Thanks baby.”

Aurora attended therapy for her trauma every Tuesday and Thursday, while Sierra and Cliff attended therapy themselves every Friday afternoon. Sierra was reluctant about going herself at first but now that she could talk about what Giovanni did and not feel judged for it, she felt so much better. And it definitely helps that Aurora’s nightmares went down drastically after her therapy sessions started.

About a month ago, Sierra had gotten a call from Giovanni’s lawyer, saying he had left her something in his will. Cliff didn’t want her to go, thinking it was another trap but she needed to go. Sierra assured him she would be okay and once she got there, learned Giovanni had left her a hefty sum of money for her before she and Cliff started dating. Not wanting anything to do with his cursed money, she donated all of it to a cause that supported kidnapping victims and sexual abuse victims.

Not that she and Cliff needed it anyway, they made enough to support themselves with Valor Mystic Instinct.

That’s when it hit her, she needed to tell Cliff something. “Baby?” Sierra asked, poking Aurora’s nose.

“Yes, mama?” Aurora asked, peering up at her mother curiously.

“You think you can go play in your room? Mama needs to talk to daddy.”

Cliff’s interest was piqued. What did she need to talk to him about?

“Yes, mama!” Aurora piped up, giving her mother a quick hug before grabbing her Ledyba plush and running off.

“What’s up, gorgeous? Is something wrong?” Cliff asked, cupping Sierra’s cheek in worry.

She smiled at him. “I went to my doctor the other day.” She said.

“And? Did he find something?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Cliff...” She said softy, taking his hand and guiding it to her stomach. It hit Cliff then and there, his jaw dropped. Her smile grew as she watched his reaction. “I’m pregnant.”

“W-What?! Are you serious?! How along are you?! Oh my stars!” Cliff’s heart was pounding and he found himself hugging Sierra as tight as he could.

She giggled, holding his cheeks. “I’m a month along. But that’s not all they found...”

“What?” What else?” Cliff asked.

Sierra sighed and leaned down to his ear.

“I have three heartbeats in me. I’m pregnant with twins.”

Sierra hadn’t seen Cliff so happy since the day she agreed to marry him.

Things weren’t the same, yes, but they were going to move forward. They would lead happy lives now that Giovanni was gone for good.

This was going to be a brand new beginning for them.

That’s it! The Business, Torture & Pleasure and Blood Ties stories are done! Complete! Finito!

HUGE HUGE HUGE thank you to @bloodcountessbathory for helping me so much with this, I owe you so much!! And thanks to everyone who supported me!! Y’all are amazing!!

#pokemon #pokemon go #leader sierra #leader cliff #boss giovanni #team go rocket leader sierra #team go rocket leader cliff #team rocket boss giovanni #sierra x cliff #cliff x sierra #clierra

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rulesofthebeneath · 5 years ago

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Hey guys!!

Here’s the new thing I’ve been writing! I hope y’all enjoy lmao this started as a dumb idea but now I’ve been really emotionally invested in it. I’m gonna try to post about twice a week. Let me know what you think, please!!! Tags: @abunchofbadchoices, @mrsbhandari, @lilmissperfectlyimperfect

The first time he’d ever told anyone, it was his first boyfriend, and he was met with a sarcastic snort.

“Come on, ‘Jay. That’s just what gay guys say when they’re scared to come out all the way. You can’t be both gay and straight, you have to choose.”

He was fourteen, and had no idea what to make of any of his feelings, much less the weird ones that made his heart beat faster and made butterflies storm his stomach. So he accepted that, and listened to Jake, who was older and wiser than him.

“Are you sure?” he’d asked.

“Yeah. Wait, ‘Jay, do you not like me anymore?”

“What? Of course I do.”

“Oh, good. I was scared you were trying to break up. But I don’t know why you’d say something as crazy as that. You know you can always talk to me, okay?”

Ajay nodded, but deep inside he sincerely doubted that. In retrospect, it was the first of several red flags that had led to a less-than-happy ending for him and Jake.

The next people he told were his parents. As far as Indian parents went, they were pretty open-minded, and hadn’t really cared about him liking guys. He’d even been able to bring home boyfriends or school dance dates without making too many waves with his parents. They didn’t really understand why he couldn’t just date a nice girl, but they loved him anyways, and he knew he was lucky.

But when he’d said he liked both guys and girls, he was met with polite parental confusion.

“What? But you only go out with boys, putra,” his mom had said. “You’ve never brought a girl home. How do you know you like both, hm?”

It was an excellent point. Ajay couldn’t explain how he knew he liked girls, just like he couldn’t explain why he liked guys. But he just did.

His father shook his head. “No, no, no. You’ll have to choose someday. You don’t have to hide yourself and pretend you like girls just to make us happy. You know we love you.”

Ajay hadn’t even known how to respond to that one, so he’d just nodded and excused himself from dinner. He’d never brought it up again.

He’d posted anonymously on a forum for gay youth that he’d found, but hadn’t recieved much other than “that’s not real”, “you can’t like both”, “you have to choose”, “so you’re a cheater?” and “you’re just saying that because you’re scared of committing to life as a gay guy”.

It wasn’t long before he’d just logged out completely, questioning himself. Did he just think he was attracted to girls because he felt like he had to be? Because society said guys were supposed to like girls? Was it true that he was scared of being gay, because of all the homophobia he’d have to face? Especially as a second-generation Indian, he was expected to life the perfect heterosexual American lifestyle, getting a good job and having two or three kids and making his family back in India proud of their success story. Even though his parents knew he was gay and didn’t care, nobody else in his family knew. He hated to think what they’d say about him if they did. They already talked smack about Ajay’s only openly gay cousin, Aditya, and Ajay knew he was basically dead to the family.

So was he just pretending he liked girls to escape the full ramifications of being gay? It was possible, he thought, but probably not. He’d never had a girlfriend or even been on a date with a girl, but that was due to an unfortunate outing incident orchestrated by his ex (another of those red flags he’d ignored).

Despite the fact that he was outed, though, he’d found a group of friends who had thoroughly supported him. Rory, in all of their genderfluid nonbinary aro/ace glory, Clint and Natalie whose sexualities seemed to be oriented towards whichever gender Rory presented as on a given day, Skye who was a goth sapphic icon, James who was the token straight ally, Trevor who was so deep in the closet that Ajay doubted he’d come out this century, then two mysteries.

One was Erin, Ajay’s longtime best friend. He knew she liked guys, but he didn’t know if she only liked guys or if she liked other genders too. He wasn’t about to ask, though, because asking her would lead to her asking him, and he wasn’t quite prepared for that.

The other was Grace, James’ twin sister. As far as James was known as a heartbreaker, Grace didn’t appear to have dated anybody. Or at least, she didn’t talk about it and neither James nor Rory, who’d known her since childhood, said anything about it either. And again, he wasn’t about to ask because of the possibility of the awkward return question.

All his friends would pick on him, good-naturedly, about just how gay he was– how he always dressed sharp, his hair was always neatly combed and occasionally slicked back with gel, how he liked theatre way more than a straight guy could ever, the fact that he couldn’t do math, how his best friend was a girl, his taste for iced lattes, his distaste for anything athletic. Erin had even caught him doing a facemask one morning, and had teased the living hell out of him for it. Ajay didn’t see the big deal– he just wanted to keep his skin clear– but was willing to accept that basic hygiene and skincare were not something that straight men typically did.

It was all in good fun, and Ajay knew that, and he would even laugh along with his friends when they pointed that stuff out. It was funny, he could admit that. And he was gay— that was the only part of his sexuality that was easy for him to admit. He’d found comfort in that label, even though it wasn’t the full story.

In all honesty, he was scared to be openly bisexual. Coming out as gay to his parents after being forcibly outed at school was the hardest thing he’d ever had to do, and he couldn’t imagine doing it again. And how would he explain that he liked both guys and girls? He’d seen what they said on TV and in the movies, even in some books. Bisexuals are promiscuous, bisexuals are cheaters, all bisexuals choose to be either gay or straight eventually. It’s just a phase.

In previous years, in weaker moments, he’d wished he could just be gay. After a particularly disastrous encounter with a girl named Kelly and his very unfortunate crush on her, he’d cursed himself for liking girls when everyone knew he was gay. He tried to convince himself to be gay, to just only like guys, but it never took.

It never took, and it was one of the reasons he resented Rory, who was unapologetically themself. Rory didn’t care what people said, and either way they weren’t interested in dating. Rory had it good, anyways. They had parents who loved them, accepted them unconditionally, and had even thrown them a coming out party. They were just a far braver person than Ajay was, and Ajay wished he could have their accepting family and their confidence and just be who he was.

Ajay sat down heavily at the lunch table, having gotten there surprisingly early. Rory sat there, picking at their lunch absent-mindedly while scrolling through their phone. Grace sat beside them, twirling her hair around her finger and completely ignoring her lunch in favor of staring at something across the cafeteria. Ajay followed her line of sight but only saw the new poster advertising their spring musical, The Tempest.

Grace had snagged the lead role of Miranda after making her high school theatre debut as the lead in their fall play. It was her sophomore year, after she and her brother transferred from a school in Seattle when her parents decided to move back to their hometown and start their own business, a small diner called the Golden Griddle. Grace herself was an impressive actor, and even though Ajay didn’t want to admit it, she was an impressive person as well.

She turned her head as if snapping out of a trance, looking towards Ajay.

“Hey,” she greeted him. “Just checking out the new posters. I didn’t see them before.”

That’s right, Ajay reminded himself. Of course she might not have seen them until now. She had been noticeably absent from rehearsal yesterday, where Skye and Mr. Olsen had presented the new posters and the entire group had spent the last half-hour putting them up all over the school. It hadn’t been a huge deal- there were plenty of scenes that needed blocking, and Ajay had just had Skye stand in for Grace where it was needed. But he couldn’t pretend he wasn’t concerned, especially since he’d seen her twin heading home from soccer practice.

“Yeah, we put them up during rehearsal yesterday.”

“About that,” she started, looking uneasy. “I’m sorry I didn’t come to rehearsal yesterday. I… wasn’t feeling well, and I had to go home early.”

Ajay furrowed his brows. Grace looked so uncomfortable while she was saying that that it was obvious it was a lie, or at least not the entire truth. He wanted to ask her about it, but then James loudly sat down beside her, chatting with Erin, and he dropped it. Grace looked relieved at her brother’s interruption. Ajay shook it off– it didn’t really matter anyways. But he was worried all the same.

“Stop pouting,” Erin interjected,shooting him a ferocious glare. He was so surprised that the frown slipped off his face, causing the whole table to break out into giggles. Even Grace, which eased the worry a little. He shot a fake glare Erin’s way, then had to dodge another glare.

Skye, Natalie, Clint and Trevor showed up not long after, and Rory finally looked up from their phone.

“Hey,” they said. “How was everyone’s morning?”

Skye groaned. “Math test. Kill me now, before my parents see my grades.”

Grace rolled her eyes. “You know you got this, Skye. You knew everything on that test when we were studying last night.”

“Test anxiety is a bitch, though,” Trevor added. He prodded Skye’s shoulder. “I get it. We can’t all be the modern-day Einstein.”

“I resent that,” Grace mumbled, though a small smile remained on her face.

“I signed up to take the SAT at the end of the year,” Erin interjected. “I’m starting SAT prep tutoring this weekend. Three hours on both days.

The entire table except Ajay cringed. “Me too,” he admitted. “I’m gonna need a lot of help if I want a good score on the math section. I can’t make heads or tails of some of this trig stuff.”

Privately, he’d been thinking of asking Grace to help him out after rehearsal. She was already helping Skye on weekends, and though he couldn’t pay her like Skye’s parents could, he thought he’d offer to buy her dinner if she agreed. But that thought remained stuck inside his head, some part of him inexplicably nervous about being alone with her.

While he was caught up in his thoughts, wondering why the girl made him nervous and furiously trying to ignore that part of him, the conversation at the table had continued on without him. James jabbed Grace with his elbow and she jabbed him back. Erin and Rory talked about the college application process, Erin admitting that she wouldn’t be trying for any BFA Drama programs. Clint and Natalie hung on to Rory’s every word, echoing their indignation that Erin wouldn’t pursue drama in higher education. Skye and Trevor talked about set design, Skye even whipping out her sketchbook to add in some details.

By the time Ajay regained attention of the conversation around him, triggered by Erin asking him about that week’s rehearsal schedule, Grace had already zoned back out of the conversation, staring at the poster again. Ajay frowned again. What was up with her?

“Earth to Ajay”, Erin said. “We were arguing over which team was better, softball or soccer. What do you think?”

Ajay quirked an eyebrow. “Erin, I don’t do sports.”

“I don’t know why not. They’re fun! Even just to watch.”

“You know full well I have a complete aversion to any physical activity. But I guess if I had to choose, I’d say soccer.”

Erin nodded knowingly, a smirk playing on her lips. “I can see that. Scoping out the hot guys, are we?”

Ajay sighed “Sure,” he said, trying to sound as defeated as possible. Erin knew how he’d dated Jake a while ago, and he was now the team captain in his senior year at Berry. Erin had a theory that he still held a torch for the guy, though, which couldn’t be further from the truth. The only games he went to anymore were the ones that the whole theatre group went to with Grace to support James. Even though James wasn’t cast in the musical, he was an honorary part of the crew, having stepped in with his calm demeanor during various theatre emergencies. Everyone liked the guy– it was impossible not to– and they made up the loudest group on the bleachers cheering for him.

The only reason Ajay still liked soccer was because it was the only sport he understood. Jake had made sure he’d known everything about soccer, talking about it constantly. Ajay knew his ex planned to play pro soccer in Europe after graduation. Ajay had grown into a soft spot for the game that didn’t end when his relationship with Jake had.

The bell rang to signal that lunch was over, and everyone got up except Ajay and Grace. Ajay, because he was still reeling over the exchange, and Grace, because she was still lost in space, staring at that poster.

“Hey,” he said to her, barely able to make himself heard over the chatter in the cafeteria. “You okay?”

Grace’s eyes snapped to Ajay’s, looking startled for a half-second. “Oh, yeah, just distracted,” she said unconvincingly. She started to gather her stuff, and Ajay echoed her.

He fell into the crowd beside her, trying to make their way through into the hallway. Ajay screwed up all his courage to ask her about tutoring, because he really did need that extra math help.

“Hey, so, I was wondering if you’d be able to help me with my math stuff? I’ll be working on the SAT problems on the weekends but I’m falling dangerously behind in class again. I can’t really pay you but I can buy you dinner or something?”

Grace looked over, a little surprised. “Oh, yeah, sure. You don’t need to buy me dinner, though. I don’t charge my friends.”

“You don’t? But don’t Skye’s parents pay you?”

Grace looked a little embarrassed. “They insisted, and I tried to resist but Skye told me it was just a drop in the bucket for them. So really, I don’t need anything.”

“If you’re sure,” Ajay said. “But if there is anything I can do to repay you, I’ll do it.”

Grace paused for a moment. “Um… if you could help me with English it would be great. I don’t know what any of these old British writers are saying.”

“Sure, that stuff can be hard to digest. Sounds like a good deal for me.”

“Alright. Think we could hit up a coffee shop or a fast food place or something, say twice a week after rehearsal?”

Ajay nodded. “Thanks, Grace.”

“No, thank you,” she smiled. “See you at rehearsal.” Then she ducked her head and disappeared into the crowd.

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drethanramslay · 5 years ago

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Part 4: Fight or flight

Pairing: Aurora x MC (Iris Everette)

Word count: 3.2 K words

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Warning: Fluff and a little description of abuse

Taglist: @miyakokurono @agent-breakdance @trappedinfandoms @lilyofchoices @sekizincimektup (let me know if you want to be tagged)

Songs: Emergency by Jay Sean and Clean by Taylor Swift

It had been a week since their fight in the supply closet and Aurora was in a flux of emotions. On one hand, she wanted her baby girl back in her arms and kiss her till the end of time. But, on the other hand, she was just so fucking pissed.

Iris had not come home to the apartment for a week. She stayed, showered and ate at the hospital. Aurora kept true to her promise and gave Iris her space, but that didn't mean it hurt less. The seventh day after the fight, Aurora was distraught.

She had headed to Sienna's room that night and one look at her face and Sienna declared that it was the "eat ice cream till you are sick" time. They saw so many cliche rom-coms and crying which resulted in Elijah wheeling into their room to see if both of them were okay. "Oh my god... Rom-coms really?! They are shit."

"No Eli, they are the shit." Sienna corrected him.

"Get in or get out Eli." Aurora said as she sniffled.

"Geez okay I will join you two to see how can girls cry to such cliche storylines."

Nonetheless, the three of them started crying towards the ending of Titanic.

"Rose is such a dumbass.. Like how COULD YOU LET SUCH A NATIONAL TREASURE DIE?!" Elijah screamed at the TV.

"Yo...I think we broke him." Aurora said as Elijah continued to cry.

"Nah... He will be fine. But what about you?" Sienna asked as she turned towards Aurora.

"Everything sucks."

"Big mood." Elijah chimed in.

"It's just...it feels like I am in a waiting room." Aurora sighed. Sienna sent a questioning gaze towards Aurora.

"It's like... Iris continuously hints about her past. I like her so much....I really do but, she just won't let me cherish her completely. She won't let me in.. She has just put me in that space where I know more that the anybody else but less to know her completely. I know I shouldn't complain, but..... I hate seeing her in so much pain and I want to erase the sufferings. I was to kiss her troubles away. I want to tell her that I am all in, that I will be with her, through thick and thin... But, she still holds me at an arms distance." Aurora sighed, as the pain resurfaced.

"Aww honey...." Sienna reached and hugged her. Aurora shuddered and the need to cry just became so overwhelming.

"I have known Iris for a year and half and let me tell you, she has changed. She laughs more, jokes more and smiles more. She was a withered bud but when you came into her life, she bloomed into a beautiful rose. Iris... had never had many people she could be herself around or count on. I think her mother was the last person who she truly was the real version of Iris, but after that, nobody. So she grew thorns, so that nobody can hurt her again. She had accepted the fact that she was going to be a alone forever. But then, you came. You transformed her. It's a damn great accomplishment if you ask me." Sienna said.

Aurora blew a raspberry. "Trust me I know that. And I am proud of her for slowly opening up. She is self sufficient, independent and so so strong...but she doesn't need to carry that burden alone. I want to share everything. The happiness, the sadness, the beautiful and the ugly. She deserves so much more..."

"I know Aurora I know... I spoke to her a couple of days ago."

"What happened?" Aurora asked, hoping that she didn't sound too pussy whipped.

Stop lying to yourself... You ARE pussy whipped.

"She looks like she got hit by a train. She had dark circles large enough to carry groceries, she zones out sometimes and she is really, really paranoid. Like the other day, Bryce just went to close her eyes, so that he could surprise her. She fucking grabbed his hands and had him on his ass in a blink of an eye!!"

"What?!" Aurora was shocked. This was certainly a new development. She thought to herself.

"I am not joking. Luckily everything is fine but damn, Queen B has some nasty bruises on his wrist."

"Shit." Maybe, just maybe there was something else affecting her and the 'break' was just the cherry on top.

Fuck I am such a selfish bitch..

"Don't." Sienna said before Aurora threw herself into the pit of self loathing.

"Huh?"

"Don't feel guilty. Don't beat yourself. You need to understand that you are pushing her to be a better person, a better friend, a better partner. You are constantly challenging and calling her out. And I believe, that the kind of love you both have, it can survive any storm."

"Love?!" Aurora asked, her eyes as wide as saucers.

"Duh! Everybody can see it that the both of you are completely and utterly in love. Everybody, but the two of you."

"Do you think its true?" Aurora asked, trying to wrap her mind around this concept.

Sienna rolled her eyes before muttering, "Gods, for two smart people with their IQ's above 120, you guys are hella dense."

Aurora looked down at her hands, deep in thought. She was never familiar with the concept of this kind of love. Sure, she 'loved' her parents and family, but love another human being? That to romantically? Never.

She was of a scientific background and she always brushed aside the concept of love. Earlier if you would have asked her ‘what was love?’ she would have said that it was just a rush of oxytocin. Just a flux of chemicals. But now, if she were to close her eyes and think about it, forest green eyes stared right back at her.

"Holy shit." Aurora breathed out.

"God finally EEEEEEE!! One down, one more to go. Just know, I am rooting for the both of you." Sienna said as she squeezed her hand.

"Also can you like hurry up and make up? I might end up losing fifty dollars to Bryce." Elijah chimed in.

"This guys have been BETTING on when we make up?!" Aurora asked in disbelief.

"Eli, SHH!" Sienna smacked him, bullshiting back and forth. But Aurora didn't pay attention to that.

She was in love.

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Iris stepped to the back of the empty elevator and leaned against the wall, sighing. This week had been shit for her. Her girlfriend had called for a timeout, her asshole of a father was walking free on the streets, she had a panic attack, and she lost a patient.

She hated being so paranoid. She hated having to look over her shoulder every minute. She felt so guilty for hurting Bryce, and she profusely apologized by buying him his favourite tacos.

She shouldn't have to stay in such fear. Hadn't she suffered enough? Hadn't she lost enough already? Is her life nothing but a game for the man upstairs?

Being of a scientific bent of mind, the laws of her world were bound by logic and proof. She never really believed in the existence of God. But at moments of weakness, like now, she couldn't help but wonder who is responsible for fucking her life up.

The lift dinged, and she opened her eyes to see which floor it had opened on. But what she saw, made her eyes open wide.

Rory met her eyes and then looked down as she stepped into the lift. She pressed the button for the fourth floor where Iris was also heading.

"By the way, chief said that there is a storm incoming. He wanted everyone to be prepared incase of an emergency." Iris spoke up, cutting through the uncomfortable silence.

"Yeah...my aunt told me that. It also explains why they sent Dr. Ramsey and a couple of electricians to check on the backup generators."

Iris chuckled. "Yap. You should have seen the way he was grumbling and muttering quote unquote- 'God I hate that place...it gives me the heebie jeebies'."

"What?! No way!" She turned around to look at Iris, instantly regretting it. Iris looked like shit. Her eyes were bloodshot and she was so tired that she had to lean against the wall of the elevator for support.

"If you don't believe it, I can ask Baz to send the video to you. Chief had a kick out of it."

Aurora giggled. "Okay, send it to me Adara."

Iris winced and Rory turned towards the elevator doors, the awkward silence settling in. It was slowly suffocating her. She thought that the deafening silence would continue indefinitely, but Aurora spoke up.

"I just...I miss you."

Iris looked up to see the back of Rory's head.

"I miss you too Rory..."

Aurora's heart soared and shattered at the same time. God she missed that nickname so much.

"Adara... Please. Just...please."

Iris shuddered. Just a simple plea, but it held so much meaning. She walked ahead and stood next to her. Aurora found herself leaning towards her, missing the warmth and comfort Iris gave her.

"Rory, I am so sorry... But I can't. It was never my intention to hurt you. You deserve someone strong and willing to be by your side... I am not that. My emotional burden will drown you."

"Adara, I will be the judge of that. If you just-"

"Baby, I care about you alot. And, I don't want you to get hurt... Just know that I am so damn lucky to have had you... for those seven months, I am so, so greatful." She proceeded to kiss Aurora's cheek, before exiting the lift.

Aurora was stunned. She reached to feel the place where Iris kissed her.

She couldn't help but wonder why Iris's words sounded like a final goodbye.

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Everything was okay. There weren't any accidents so far and the electricity was still running. Iris sat in the diagnostics room staring at the window, watching the rain drops pelt mercilessly on the glass window and the trees dancing to the tune of the gale.

She always found the rain soothing. It helped her escape. She could spend hours looking at the rain drops, racing each other to the bottom of the window. Her mom used to make hot chocolate for her on such rainy days. They would cuddle on the sofa, and have endless movie marathons. It's one of the happy memories she remembered from her past.

She always cherished those moments with her mom. Life at home may have been hell, but her mother's spirit did not once break. She was so strong and brave. She was kind and loved with all her heart. Iris always wondered if she would ever be half the woman her mom was or the fact that would her mother be proud of the way Iris turned out to be.

Guess we will never know.

Her pager beeped and she looked down to see what it said. 'Report to the nurses station on the fourth floor. Your lawyer is here.'

Huh, that's strange. Thomas said that he won't come till next week..

Shrugging off her doubts she started heading to the fourth floor. She walked down the long, empty hallway whistling. It was just a front but deep down, she had a feeling that she was being watched. She turned to look behind but there was no one following her.

You are just being paranoid Iris...

But isn't it better to be safe than sorry?

She turned the corner and she collided with someone.

"Oh, I am so sorry-" Iris said as she backed a little and straightened her scrubs. She then looked up and she was completely frozen. She felt as if she was sucker punched in the gut. All the breath left her body.

He was here.

"Oh no its my- Oh." A cruel smile slowly etched into his face. He had aged, which was pretty obvious but prison made him look rugged with white hair peppering his balding head and his eyes looked more maniacal.

"Hello mija."

She had dreamt their encounter many times before. How she would punch the fuck out of his face, and break his left wrist, the way he used to break hers. She would beat him up so hard that he would end up in the emergency room. Those imaginations were so graphic, that she could taste the blood of that monster on the tip of her tongue.

But, at the end of the day it was only fantasy. Dreams are those tantalizing flames, which help keep the fire in us alive, while reality on the other hand, is a bucket of cold water, smothering those flames.

She just stood there in shock. It felt as if her head had been dunked into water. She saw his lips move and the people walking around them, but she couldn't hear a thing. Her breath was getting shorter and shorter. She felt weak. Pathetic. Just like the sixteen year old who lay there on the floor, awaiting her death.

No, no, no, I can't go into a panic attack right now.

"IRIS!!" Grayson shook her shoulders. "NO! Get the fuck away from me asshole!" Iris said as she tried to push him away. She felt like a bucket of maggots had been poured inside her shirt. She felt dirty, filthy and gross.

"Iris what has come over you sweetheart? You weren't like this before.." Grayson said, his face morphed into fake concern but she could see the anger and the bloodlust shining in his hazel eyes.

"Don't TOUCH ME!!" She exclaimed as she finally got him to take his grubby hands off her. And he had the audacity to act hurt. This bitch should get a fucking award for his acting.

"Hey, hey, hey." Ethan stepped between the father and daughter. "Sir, I will have to ask you to back away right this instance." Ethan said, in a voice so cold, that it could have withered a blooming flower.

Grayson held his"There is nothing going around here son. Just a father and daughter reconnecting after a decade. Ain't that mija?"

"Don't listen to him. He is a world class manipulator and a habitual liar. Get him the fuck out of here." Iris spat out, her voice poisonous.

Ethan turned to look at her, his eyes asking if this was the man who she had a restraining order against. Iris nodded subtly.

"I'm sorry sir, but you are causing a scene in a hospital, where people are sick and they need the quiet."

"No problem so- what's your name?"

Don't tell him, don't tell him, don't-

"Dr. Ethan Ramsey."

GODDAMMIT ETHAN. Just can't keep his fucking trap shut. She knew, that he would come for Ethan.

"Well Ethan, I don't mean to cause any problems. I am just here to take my girlie for a coffee.. have a chat." He smiled in a friendly way but, everybody knows that the term 'chat' means thrashing.

"I SAID NO. I don't want anything to do with you asswipe."

"How dare you-" Grayson's face twisted into a furious scowl. Iris just cowered behind Ethan.

"Sir, with all due respect, leave." Ethan said as two security guards started moving towards them.

"Alright, alright. There is no need to be so aggressive. I am nothing but a old man. What would I do? Beat up someone?" The last question directed towards Iris, his eyes gleaming. A chill went down her back, out of intense fear.

"I will meet you soon mija... And when we will.... we will have all the time in the world to catch up."

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Running.

Iris ran down the hallway, to a place where she could have some damn peace and quiet, which is kind of hard in a hospital crawling with patients, doctors and the grim reaper.

Her breath was getting frantic, and the need to breakdown was increasing with every step she took.

Get a hold of yourself Iris. It's just a little longer. You don't need to be a mess in front of him. You don't need him to have that power over you. Iris repeated that as a mantra as she half walked, half ran down the never-ending hallway, away from her haunting past.

She was just crossing the nurses' station where, Aurora stood, reading through her charts.

God, please don't notice me. I don't have it in me to face another heartbreak. Iris prayed.

A few nurses greeted her, and Iris nodded and smiled politely before her eyes landed on Aurora's cool, calculating ones. She quickly averted her eyes away, so that she would not betray the inner turmoil in her.

But, Aurora knew. Iris had that look in her eyes as if she would shatter like a porcelain vase. So, she shut her chart and followed the red head.

Iris had reached the lift, pressing the button continuosly, so that it could hurry the hell up. After what seemed like an eternity, it finally came and she stepped into the elevator. She pressed the button leading her to the basement.

There is a old on call room which is pretty faraway from the hospital's main rooms. So even if she broke things, screamed and howled, nobody would know.

She saw the doors closing and she let out a tired breath when Aurora nimbly slipped into the lift.

Can't I catch a fucking break?

"What happened, Iris? Seems like you saw a ghost. You look hella pale." Aurora asked as she leaned in the wall across Iris.

Iris grimaced. If only she knew that she was not very faraway from the truth.

"Nothing." She said as she looked down at the floor.

"I know it's not nothing, Adara." Aurora said quietly. Iris' eyes snapped up.

"Aurora please. Just let me be." Iris pleaded, looking up at the screen showing that she had just reached the second floor.

"Don't fucking lie to me.Something is going on, I can see it in your eyes." Aurora said as she stepped and stood before her.

She placed her hands on her cheeks, forcing her green eyes to meet with her dark brown ones. "Please tell me Adara. Please let me in. Please don't shut me out this time."

"Aurora....I don't want to hurt you. I am cursed. Don't waste tears on a dead woma-" She said as tears filled her eyes.

The lift shuddered to a stop. And it was dark for a moment before the emergency lights switched on. She turned towards Aurora, who was slowly realizing the situation they were stuck in.

The lift was stuck and so were the both of them. And this time, there was no escaping for Iris.

I had to type and retype this so many times because it just didn't feel perfect..

Anyways, the next chapter will be the finale and after that will be the epilogue. I am so excited ;)

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#choices #choices oh #choices stories you play #playchoices #choices stories we play #pixelberry #open heart #open heart mc #open heart 2 #ohsy #open heart fanfiction #aurora emery #aurora x mc #oh aurora

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amillionmillionvoices · 5 years ago

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(I'm sure someone will have already asked but) Doctor Who? PS: Ily hope you're having a nice night

Aww thank you love! I am having a lovely night, thank you! I hope you’re having a good night too! <3

Favorite episode and why

Me: [slams fist on table] HUSBANDS!! OF !~!! RIVER!!! SONG!!!!! RIVER!!! BEING!! BADASS!! RIVER!! CENTRIC!!! RIVER!!! BEING!! IN CHARGE!!!! 12!!! BEING JEALOUS!!! PINING!! VULNERABILITY! VALIDATION!! BEAUTIFUL SPEECHES!!! TWENTY! FOUR! YEARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Rachael: [also slamming fists] HUSBANDS! For obvious reasons.

Funniest/crackiest/it’s-terrible-but-I-still-love-it episode/scene

Me: I think I’m gonna go with Vampires of Venice. It’s not OBJECTIVELY good, but it’s Helen McCrory and space vampires and Rory dropping truth bombs and “let’s not go there” and Amy and Eleven nerding out and Casanova owing the Doctor a chicken I just. Delightful.

Rachael: The Unicorn and the Wasp. I fucking love that episode.

It’s-terrible-and-I-hate it episode/scene

Me: I really hate the Robots of Sherwood, The End of Time, Love & Monsters, and virtually all of s2 except for the episode with Sarah Jane because she is lovely and The Girl in the Fireplace.

Rachael: Honestly I really hate the Waters of Mars. They’re creepy and 10 is a dick. (But also I don’t like Clara or Rose.) (Also Love & Monsters!! I retract what I said that’s the worst one!!!)

Best episode/scene for my favorite character

Me: OKAY I CAN’T ANSWER THIS WITH ONE SCENE OKAY BECAUSE ALL OF RIVER’S SCENES ARE AMASZING AND I LOVE HER MORE THAN I LOVE AIR OKAY SO

- Husbands: JUST THE WHOLE EPISODE

- TATM: “The wrist is pretty bad too” YOU TELL HIM BB I’LL HOLD UR FLOWER

- SITL/FOTD: When she die i cry

- TIA/DOTM: When she’s talking to Rory in the tunnels!! When she flirt with 11 while killing Silence! When she bust out of the TARDIS and scream “They’re Americans!” When she on screen!!!

- TOA/FAS: “I lied”! “I’m a complicated space time event throw me in”! “you. Me. handcuffs.”! USES THE DOCTOR AS A TAXI SERVICE

- TNOTD: “He left me, like a book on a shelf. he doesn’t like endings.” DRAG HIM

- TWORS: TELLING THE DOCTOR OFF ON A GIANT PYRAMID WITH A THINGIE SHE MADE BC SHE’S BRILLIANT AND TELLING HIM TO SHUT HIS FACE FOR 5 MINS SO SHE CAN MAKE HIM FEEL BETTER I’M

- AGMGTW: “WELL THEN SOLDIER HOW GOES THE DAY” the most epic roast + peptalk ever

I will think of more later and come back to edit this post with every single moment she is on screen k

Rachael: HUSBANDS

Best episode/scene for my favorite ship

Me: ALL OF HUSBANDS. EVERY MOMENT OF HUSBANDS. ALSO:

- TATM: When she slap

- TNOTD: THAT KISS THO

- SITL/FOTD: “you and me time and space you watch us run” i am in pain ur honor

Rachael: Husbands! The Kiss in TWORS is also good. The scene in AGMGTW when he finds out who she is!

Best episode/scene for a particular supporting character

Me: I LOVE Amy in Amy’s Choice and The Beast Below so much. And I love Idris in The Doctor’s Wife. And I love Rory in A Good Man Goes to War. And I love BILL in EVERYTHING. Also Nardole when he’s harassing the Doctor lol.

Rachael: Vincent and the Doctor and The Doctor’s Wife. Also Partners in Crime! Donna is excellent. (Companions aren’t really supporting characters but we just went with characters that aren’t River lol)

Best episode/scene for a character I don’t usually like

Me: I don’t like Clara much but I love the Rings of Akhatan so I’m gonna say that one. Missy is also the only incarnation of the Master I can stand.

Rachael: I like Rose in the episode with Sarah Jane Smith.

Most visually beautiful or interesting episode/scene

Me: Vincent and the Doctor is beautiful, SITL/Forest of the Dead, THAT LENS FLAIR in The Eleventh Hour, The God Complex, The Girl Who Waited, Smile - I could keep going the cinematography is often really good!, River’s face

Rachael: Vincent and the Doctor, TEH, The Pandorica Opens, The Impossible Astronaut (that scene where River shoots his stetson!)

Most emotionally affecting episode/scene

Me: HUSBANNNNDS + FOTD + TATM + AGMGTW + River’s FAce On My Screen AFFECTS ME

Rachael: Forest of the Dead

Most powerful use of music in an episode/scene

Me: MURRAY GOLD IS A GODDDDDDD. + FOTD, AGMGTW (reveal), when they play the SITL theme in Husbands I died and did not recover, also the song in TATM when Amy and Rory jump and when Amy says goodbye is ouch. + I Am The Doctor is a BOP

Rachael: MURRAY GOLD IS A GODDDDDDD + FOTD, AGMGTW (reveal)

Episode/scene that changed my perspective on the show

Me: I tried to watch it from the beginning (with 9) a long time ago and couldn’t get into it and then my friend sat me down and was like “Listen. There is a hot space archaeologist you need to see. Trust me.” And I did. And my first ep was SITL/FOTD and I never recovered.

Rachael: The first season that i started watching from the beginning was S5 so I started with Matt Smith

Episode/scene where the acting stands out

Me: OKAY SO. I was gonna list a bunch of River moments but honestly just ALEX KINGSTON ON SCREEN STANDS OUT. + Matt in The Eleventh Hour + The Doctor’s Wife + The Rings of Akhatan and... basically everything else Matt is wonderful. Also Peter in Husbands, Return of Doctor Mysterio, Twice Upon a Time, and all of S10.

Rachael: Anything with Alex Kingston OBVI + Karen Gillan in The Girl Who Waited

Overall best-written episode

Me: Ayyyyyyyyyy so many good ones! Maybe The Doctor’s Wife? Or SITL/FOTD? Or The Eleventh Hour? The Pilot? Time Heist? Fugitive of the Judoon? The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances?

Also Husbands shut up it’s good.

Rachael: There’s so many good ones! ^^^^^^^

[ send me a tv show! ]

#asks #replies #dw #river song #honestly like i love doctor who but i love river song more #aralisj

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god-save-the-keen · 6 years ago

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By her side

Book: Mother of the year

Pairing: Thomas Mendez X MC (Tara)

Summary: Thomas woke up thinking about Tara after the twins party. He never suspected that when he see her again, she would be so broken.

Warnings: a little angst but mostly fluff.

Words: 1620

Note: English it's not my first language so I'm sorry if it's something off or wired here. Also, I'm not a lawyer so I don't put much of legal stuffs. I hope you guys like it and let me know if you want be tagged in more Thomas x mc fics, I love this man so I probably keep writing about him 💖

Tags: @blackcatkita lol, you are alone here so far 😂 Thanks for the support girl!!

Thomas's day started like always, he got up, got shower, put one of his daily suit and made breakfast for Luz and him. While he was discussing with Luz why puting super glue in August's chair wasn’t s good idea, he realised that, this morning, there was a little difference. He couldn’t stop smiling thinking about Tara. He remembered her in that incredible dress, her smile and laughter while playing the game in the party and the way her leg touched his. That moment was his favourite. He still could feel the slowly pace of her foot, the intense of her look, in that moment and now too, his cheeks felt like fire. He couldn’t resist the temptation of felt her too, running his foot softly in her leg. Every time any of this thoughts came to his head, he smiled. A goofy, sweet, almost teenager smile.

Luz grabbed her backpack, Thomas his briefcase and they made their way to school. Once they arrived, Thomas parked and start walking toward the door when he saw her. Tara, beautiful as always, leading Rory by hand. Once they reached the door, she reached down and hugged Rory more tightly and longer than normal. He noticed the tension in her shoulders and the fake her smile looks. Something was wrong with her, something that she was trying so hard to covert it up from Rory and the rest of the world. He couldn’t blame her for this, most of the others parents had treated her badly or disrespectfully at some point.

“Rory!” Luz shout and take off running towards her best friend. They hugged, laughing, and started walking togheter.

Tara stand up and a soft, genuine, smile appears in her lips for just a moment when she saw him. As Thomas approached her, he saw how sad and worried she looks, her eyes a little puffy, a frown in her gorgeous face and her hands a little shaky.

“Hi Thomas, fancy seeing you here” She said with her voice more deep than normally.

“Hi Tara! Are you okay?” he asked, with concern in his voice

“Actually... No. Not at all, everything is falling apart and I don’t know what to do! I-I can’t even think how or where start!” A small sob escaped her lips and Thomas, with his heart aching seeing her like this, took her toward his car, away from nosy looks, something that Bernhardt's parents seems to be experts on it. Once inside of the vehicle, he touched gently her arm and her eyes looks at his, bright with tears and losted.

“Tara? What happened?” He didn’t know what to do, he wanted to hugged her, tell her everything is going to be fine, that he was at her side. But… he told her he wasn’t ready yet, maybe acting like that could be painful for her? Confused? Or he just should do it? It wasn’t like he was going to kiss her, right? Even if that though was in his subconscious since the party. While his mind was a crazy race of thoughts, Tara put her hand of top of his.

“Can we go away from here? At least for a bit? If you can…” Her voice sounded broken, like she was using all her energy to said those words. Thomas started the car and drove to a park where he parked in a quiet place. She seat there, in silence, looking at nothing, as if she was waiting for an answer that didn’t came.

“Tara, please talk to me, what is going on?” He said, touching her cheek. She look at him and started crying like he never saw before. At that moment, he forgot all his doubts, and hugged her tightly, feeling how the sobs made her tremble. He just hold her tight, stroking her hair, until she calmed enough to talk.

“He… He’s trying to take her away from me! Guy… h-he wants Rory's full custody! I can’t lose her Thomas! I don’t know what to do! I just know I can’t lose her, I can’t lose my baby!” Fresh tears fell down her cheeks.

“Tara, listen to me” he grabs her chin gently while his thumb caressed her cheek and dried the tears that fell uncontrollably. She look at him and calm down just a bit. “You don’t have to worried, I won’t let that asshole take her anywhere. Even though our justice system fails sometimes, there is no way he can win. For what you told me, he left without asking for any custody arrangement, he hasn’t seen her in years, I doubt that he even know her allergies or favourite colour!” His hand moved to fully hold her cheek, Tara put her hand on tops of his and press her face on it, closing her eyes for a moment, while some tears still fell down.

“You really think so?” She said with her voice taken for crying. He nods without taking his eyes of her. “God, I still can believe Guy is doing this, when Vanessa have me the envelope this morning, I almost fainted”

“Vanessa? His lawyer it’s Vanessa?” His blood started to boil like crazy, his free hand turn into a tight fist and his eyes narrowed with fury. Of course that bastard would hired the only person who seems to hated Tara. She nod miserably. “Well, that doesn’t matter. You are gonna have the lawyer who beat her score every time in law school.”

“What? Who?” her eyes widened, making her looks even more adorable.

“Me.” He said with a tiny smile and his cheeks a little red. “That it’s, if you take me as your lawyer”

“That would be awesome Thomas, even perfect! But…” She looked away, embarrassed, and her cheeks pink. “I can’t pay you” She looked more defeat than ever. “Maybe you just can recommend me to someone or—“

“You don’t have to pay me. I want to do this for you and Rory. Just let me help you Tara.” He took her hand in his and she entwined their fingers together. “I’m here for you, I… I care about you and Rory, I just can’t watch from afar while you face this, it would kill me.”

“Well… if you are sure” a small sweet smile form in her face, she pounced on him, hugged him tightly with her arms on his neck. His hands went to the small of her back and bury his head in her hair. He felt new tears in his cheeks coming from her eyes. “Thank you Thomas”

“Also, I think Luz would kick my ass if I don’t do this.” She chuckled softly and separated a little from him. One of his hands dried all the rest of tears from her eyes carefully, lovingly.

“Oh my gosh, I must look awful!” she said with another chuckled, trying to fix her hair.

“You look beautiful as always” he said looking at her fondly. Her cheeks turn red and also his. “Do you have time for a cup of coffee?” He wanted to be sure that she felt better and, to be honest, he wasn’t ready to let her go yet.

“Yeah, I took the day off but… oh! Thomas! You must be so late for work! I’m such a mess! I didn’t even though about that!”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Don’t worry, I'll take care of that later… So, what about that coffee?” He said smiling at her.

“I would love to” She smiled at him looking more relaxed since he saw her in the school. “Oh, before I forget, here.” She handed him the legal papers that Vanessa give her. Seeing her and Guy signatures make him furious again. God, he hated that guy. After a quick read, he took his briefcase and put the papers on it.

“I read them in detail in the office and I let you know what strategy we are going to prepare. For now, be calm and don’t talk to Guy. That jerk probably want to you explote, which any normal person would do after talk to him for only five seconds” He said before they got out of the car and headed to a lovely little coffee stand inside the park.

After they made their orders and chat about more happy things like the girls, her job, her new friend, Alma, he told her about one embarrassing moment that happen in the office a few days ago, they started to return to his car. Before they could get in she grabbed his hand and he turn toward her.

“Thank you. For everything Thomas, I don’t know what I would do without you.” She looked tired but happier. Before he could answer, she stood in tiptoe and kissed his cheek, letting her lips pressed there a little more that the necessary. Thomas was sure that if someone tried to cook an egg in his cheek, probably could, cause he felt like his skin were burning where her lips touched it.

“You can always count with me, Tara. For everything and every time.” He said while his lips goes to her forehead.

“I know. That one of the reasons I like you”

With his face completely red now, he kissed her knuckles, “I like you too”

They hugged one last time before entering in the car and drove back to the school, where she took her car back to her home and Thomas went to his office. After all, he had to prepared, what he suspected it would be, one of the most importants cases for him. No matter what, Rory and Tara, would be together. And he would be by side Tara.

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The Littlest Timelord: The Death of the Doctor Chapter 8

TITLE: The Littlest Timelord: The Death of the Doctor Chapter 8 PAIRING: No Pairing RATING: T CHAPTER: 8/? SUMMARY: The Doctor’s death is looming on the horizon and Elise is growing every day. What the Doctor doesn’t know is that he has 200 years to teach Elise all he knows. Amy, Rory, and River let Elise in on their secret, because River knows she will keep it. What will Elise do when he’s gone?

[A/N - I know I said a new chapter on Monday but I really wanted to watch and write today once I got home.]

When River, the Doctor, Rory, and Elise got to the children’s home, they found Canton pointing a gun at a door.

“Okay, gun down. I've got it,” the Doctor told him. He pulled out his sonic screwdriver and soniced the lock.

“Amy, we're here. Are you okay?” Rory asked.

“I can't see!” Amy cried.

The Doctor opened the door and they rushed in.

The room was empty except for the spacesuit that was lying on the floor.

“Where is she, Doctor?” Rory asked.

The Doctor soniced the spacesuit and River pulled up the visor. “It's empty,” she said.

“It's dark. So dark. I don't know where I am. Please, can anybody hear me?” Amy’s voice asked. Amy’s nanorecorder was lying on the floor, flashing.

Rory picked it up. “They took this out of her. How did they do that, Doctor? Why can I still hear her?”

“Is it a recording?” River asked.

The Doctor soniced the recorder. “Um, it defaults to live. This is current. Wherever she is right now, this is what she's saying.”

“Amy, can you hear me? We're coming for you. Wherever you are, we're coming, I swear,” Rory said.

“She can't hear you. I'm so sorry. It's one way,” the Doctor told him.

“She can always hear me, Doctor. Always. Wherever she is, and she always knows that I am coming for her. Do you understand me? Always.”

Rory’s devotion to Amy always warmed Elise’s hearts. She hoped that one day she’d find someone who would search the universe to get back to her.

“Doctor, are you out there? Can you hear me? Doctor? Oh, God. Please, please, Doctor, just get me out of this,” Amy’s voice begged.

“He's coming. I'll bring him, I swear,” Rory said.

“Hello? Is somebody there?” a voice asked.

A man came into the room. It was the owner of the orphanage. “I think someone has been shot. I think we should help. We c…I can't re…I can't remember.”

They went down to his office and a Silence was lying on the floor, bleeding from a gunshot wound.

Elise gasped and hid behind River and Rory as the Doctor knelt in front of the creature.

“Okay. Who and what are you?” the Doctor asked.

“Silence, Doctor. We are the Silence. And Silence will fall,” it said.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

They took the spacesuit back to the warehouse to examine it.

“It's an exoskeleton. Basically, life support. There's about twenty different kinds of alien tech in here,” River said.

“Who was she? Why put her in here?” the Doctor asked.

“You put this on, you don't even need to eat. The suit processes sunlight directly. It's got built in weaponry, and a communications system that can hack into anything.”

“Including the telephone network?”

“Easily.”

“But why phone the President?”

“It defaults to the highest authority it can find. The little girl gets frightened, the most powerful man on Earth gets a phone call. The night terrors with a hotline to the White House.”

The Doctor stepped away and licked his blue envelope.

“You won't learn anything from that envelope, you know,” River told him.

“Purchased on earth. Perfectly ordinary stationery. TARDIS blue. Summoned by a stranger who won't even show his face. That's a first, for me. How about you?”

“Elise, you, me. Our lives are back to front. Your future's my past. Your firsts are my lasts.”

“That's not really what I asked.”

“Ask something else, then.”

“What are the Silence doing, raising a child?” His eyes flickered down to Elise who was staring at the spacesuit.

River’s did the same. “Keeping her safe, even giving her independence.”

“The only way to save Amy is to work out what the Silence are doing.”

“I know,” Rory said.

“And every single thing we learn about them brings us a step closer.”

“Yeah, Doctor, I get it. I know.”

“Of course, it's possible she's not just any little girl.”

“Well, I'd say she's human, going by the life support software,” River said.

“But?”

“She climbed out of this suit. Like she forced her way out. She must be incredibly strong.”

“Incredibly strong and running away. I like her.”

“We should be trying to find her.”

“Yes, I know. But how? Anyway, I have the strangest feeling she's going to find us.”

“Apollo 11, this is Houston. How do you read? Over.” A broadcast was playing on a small TV nearby.

“Why does it look like a NASA spacesuit?” Rory asked.

“Because that's what the Silence do. Think about it. They don't make anything themselves. They don't have to. They get other life forms to do it for them,” the Doctor said.

“So they're parasites, then?” River asked.

“Superparasites, standing in the shadows of human history since the very beginning. We know they can influence human behavior any way they want. If they've been doing that on a global scale for thousands of years…”

“Then what?” Rory asked.

“Then why did the human race suddenly decide to go to the Moon?”

“Ten, nine. Ignition sequence start. six, five, four…”

“Because the Silence needed a spacesuit.”

“One, zero. All engines running. Liftoff. We have a liftoff. Thirty two minutes past the hour, liftoff on Apollo 11.”

River was scanning the suit when it started twitching. Elise jumped back. “This suit, it seems to be repairing itself. How's it doing that? Doctor, a unit like this, would it ever be able to move without an occupant?” River asked.

“Why?”

“Well, the little girl said the spaceman was coming to eat her. Maybe that's exactly what happened.”

The Doctor looked over at Rory, who was listening to Amy talk through the recorder. He walked over to him and sat down.

Elise looked at them.

“What’s on your mind, little star?” River asked her.

“Falling in love.”

“Falling in love isn’t always wonderful, you know?”

“I think it sounds amazing.”

River reached down and petted Elise’s hair. “Don’t worry, little star. You’ll find him one day.”

Elise looked up at her. “When?”

River smiled. “One day.”

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Finally, the day came that they would rescue Amy. The Doctor, Elise, Rory, and River stepped out of the TARDIS.

“Oh, interesting. Very Aickman Road. I've seen one of these before,” the Doctor said.

The room they were in looked exactly like the spaceship above Craig’s flat.

Elise briefly wondered how he and Sophie were. Maybe one day she’d find out.

“Abandoned. I wonder how that happened? Oh, well I suppose I'm about to find out. Rory, River, keep one Silent in eye-shot at all times. Elise, stay by the TARDIS. Oh, hello. Sorry, you were in the middle of something. I just had to say, though, have you seen what's on the telly?”

The Doctor picked up a television and set it on the console. “Oh, hello, Amy. Are you all right? Want to watch some television? Ah. Now, stay where you are. Because look at me, I'm confident. You want to watch that, me, when I'm confident. Oh, and this is my friend River. Nice hair, clever, has her own gun, and unlike me, she really doesn't mind shooting people. I shouldn't like that. Kind of do, a bit.”

“Thank you, sweetie,” River said.

“I know you're team players and everything, but she'll definitely kill at least the first three of you.”

River backed up to where he back was touching the Doctor’s. “Well, the first seven, easily.”

“Seven? Really?”

“Oh, eight for you, honey.”

“Stop it.”

“Make me.”

“Yeah? Well, maybe I will.”

“Is this really important flirting? Because I feel like I should be higher on the list right now.”

Rory ran over to Amy and was trying to unlock her bindings.

“Yes. Right. Sorry. As I was saying, my naughty friend here is going to kill the first three of you to attack, plus him behind, so maybe you want to draw lots or have a quiz. Or maybe you could just listen a minute. Because all I really want to do is accept your total surrender and then I'll let you go in peace. Yes, you've been interfering in human history for thousands of years. Yes, people have suffered and died, but what's the point in two hearts, if you can't be a bit forgiving, now and then?”

The Doctor was standing toe to toe with a Silence. “Ooo, the Silence. You guys take that seriously, don't you? Okay, you got me. I'm lying. I'm not really going to let you go that easily. Nice thought, but it's not Christmas. First, you tell me about the girl.” The Doctor turned on the TV. “Who is she? Why is she important? What's she for?”

“And we're getting a picture on the TV.”

“Guys, sorry, but you're way out of time. Now, come on. A bit of history for you. Aren't you proud? Because you helped. Now, do you know how many people are watching this live on the telly? Half a billion. And that's nothing, because the human race will spread out among the stars. You just watch them fly. Billions and billions of them, for billions and billions of years, and every single one of them at some point in their lives, will look back at this man, taking that very first step, and they will never, ever forget it.”

“Okay, engine stop. ATA on the descent. Modes control both auto. Descent engine command off.”

“Oh. But they’ll forget this bit.” The Doctor took out his phone. “Ready?”

“That's one small step for a man…”

A Silence appeared on the TV screen. “You should kill us all on sight.”

“You've given the order for your own execution, and the whole planet just heard you,” the Doctor told them.

“One giant leap for mankind.”

“And one whacking great kick up the backside for the Silence! You just raised an army against yourself and now, for a thousand generations, you're going to be ordering them to destroy you every day. How fast can you run? Because today's the day the human race throw you off their planet. They won't even know they're doing it. I think, quite possibly, the word you're looking for right now is oops. Run! Guys, I mean us. Run.”

The Silence started producing electricity from its body and River started shooting.

“I can't get her out!” Rory yelled.

“Run! Into the TARDIS, quickly!” River yelled.

The Doctor ran over to Amy and Rory and soniced her bindings.

Rory and Amy dodged electricity as they ran back to the TARDIS.

“Don't let them build to full power,” the Doctor said.

“I know! There's a reason why I'm shooting, honey!” River yelled, “What are you doing?”

“Helping.”

“You've got a screwdriver. Go build a cabinet!”

“That's really rude!”

“Shut up and drive!”

The Doctor ran into the TARDIS.

River spun around in circles until all the Silence were dead. She flipped her gun around and put it in her holster. “My old fellow didn't see that, did he? He gets ever so cross,” River said.

“So, what kind of doctor are you?” Rory asked her.

“Archaeology”. She pulled out her gun and shot a Silence that was coming up behind her, all without looking. “Love a tomb.” She ruffled Elise’s hair as they went inside.

River ran up to the console and started throwing levers.

“You can let me fly it,” the Doctor told her.

“Yeah, or we could go where we're supposed to.”

Elise smiled.

River looked at her and picked her up, setting her on her hip. As River flew the TARDIS, she explained to Elise what every button and lever did.

“Don’t worry. In a few years, you can fly it yourself.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

They stepped out into the Oval Office.

The Doctor walked up to Nixon, who shook his hand.

“So we're safe again,” Nixon said.

“Safe? No, of course you're not safe. There's about a billion other things out there just waiting to burn your whole world,” the Doctor told him, “But, if you want to pretend you're safe, just so you can sleep at night? Okay, you're safe. But you're not really.”

He turned to Canton and shook his hand. “Canton. Until the next one, eh?”

“Looking forward to it.”

The Doctor turned back to the President. “Canton just wants to get married. Hell of a reason to kick him out of the FBI.”

“I'm sure something can be arranged.”

“I'm counting on you.”

“Er, Doctor. Canton here tells me you're, you're from the future. It hardly seems possible, but I was wondering…”

“I should warn you I don't answer a lot of questions.”

“But I'm a president at the beginning of his time. Dare I ask? Will I be remembered?”

“Oh, Dicky. Tricky Dicky. They're never going to forget you. Say hi to David Frost for me.”

They all stepped back into the TARDIS and took off. Their next stop was Stormcage.

“You could come with us,” the Doctor told her.

“I escape often enough, thank you. And I have a promise to live up to. You'll understand soon enough.”

“Okay. Up to you. See you next time. Call me.” The Doctor started to walk back to the TARDIS.

“What, that's it? What's the matter with you?” River asked.

The Doctor walked back over to her. “Have I forgotten something?”

River smiled. “Oh, shut up.” She grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss.

The Doctor stood there awkwardly. “Right. Okay. Interesting,” he said when she pulled away.

“What's wrong? You're acting like we've never done that before.”

“We haven't.”

“We haven't?”

“Oh, look at the time. Must be off. But it was very nice. It was, it was good. It was er, unexpected.” He walked back to the TARDIS and opened the door. “You know what they say. There's a first time for everything.” He went inside, leaving Elise with River.

“And a last time.”

Elise reached out and wrapped her hand around River’s.

River smiled and looked down at her. “Don’t worry about me, little star. I’ll be alright.” She knelt down in front of her. “Be good for your father, okay?”

Elise nodded.

“There’s something on your mind,” River said.

“Can’t you tell me about him?” River smiled.

“He has blue eyes. The most beautiful blue you’ve ever seen.”

Elise smiled. “Like mine!”

“Yes, like yours.”

“Elise!” Rory called, “Come on.”

Elise tapped River’s forehead lightly with her own and then ran back to the TARDIS. She yawned as she stepped onto the platform. Her father picked her up and kissed her head.

“Sleepy, eh?”

Elise nodded.

“Why don’t you get ready for bed? I’ll be there in a bit to tuck you in.”

He set her down and Elise made her way to her bedroom. She walked over to her desk and pulled out her sketchbook. She searched through her colored pencils and found a blue one that matched the color of her eyes.

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gremlinkween · 6 years ago

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Bad Moon Rising

Part 2: Mermen, Vampires, and Werewovles, Oh My!

Summary: The reader finds and rescues a hurt merman who tells her that his name is Jim. She helps him without a second thought, but his presence might attract the attention of other supernatural creatures she never knew existed. This will eventually be a foursome (Jim Mason x Michael Langdon x Duncan Shepard x Reader) mythology/supernatural au.

A/N: I'm not dead! Instead of just saying that I was gonna do something, I figured my welcome back post would be the next revised chapter of BMR as an apology. I had some repressed memories come up and they were repressed for a reason so that rocked my boat real hard, but hi everyone! I'll get to the asks sitting in the inbox hopefully tonight, but it might have to be tomorrow. So for the new readers, the last one of the foursome is introduced, but we’ll get to actually see more of Michael and Duncan in the next part. There is an oc in here, Rory, that we’ll see more later. I’ve had him for awhile and he’s actually one of my fave characters ever. You can totally imagine Cillian Murphy for him. Again, if you want to be on the tag list, just hit me up and let me know what you think!

Warnings: No smut yet, sorry. There is blood, injury, mentions of mental illness, depression, crying, concern about having a total break from reality.

Word Count: 2.3k

Tagging List: @langdonsinferno, and @moonagecordelia and remember, my tag list is all sorts of messed up so please lmk if you want to be on it! either for this story or all my work!

Previous Parts: Part 1

“I thought that vampires fed off of humans? Why did he go for you instead of me?”

“Well, yeah, vampires feed off of humans, but that’s not their only food source. Faerie blood is actually more nutritious and flavorful for vampires, just humans are more readily available and easier to hunt. He probably smelt my blood and sought me out.”

“… Wow, I mean makes sense, I guess?” It really didn’t, nothing made sense to her, but also Jim could tell her that the sky was actually purple and the ocean was orange, and she’d believe him at this point.

“You should probably take care of him.”

“Yeah, probably. Do I need something stronger than rope.”

He scoffed, “Yes, probably something more like a stake through the heart.”

She looked to the darkly angelic figure passed out on the floor. He looked helpless now, and she could see that the wounds that were on the cat adorned and tarnished his skin. He was hurt, and probably just looking for a way to heal himself. She felt bad, but on the other hand, Jim was in danger. So was she. This was fucked up. “No.”

Jim gave her a look like she might be insane.

“I said no. He’s just trying to survive like you. I’ll get like, chains or something. That should hold him?”

Jim looked at her with such bewilderment, she felt like she was the weird one in the room. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. It’s probably going to end badly.”

She was still looking at the vampire. Probably, she was thinking, but that’s not what she said. “I think it’s going to be fine.”

“…. Okay, if you say so.” Jim was still so unsure of this. “Just move him please.”

“Yeah, no problem.”

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Moving the vampire that was nearly double her size wasn’t an easy feat, but she did it. Thank god for the hauls of fish she’s been lugging around her whole life or this might actually be impossible. She had him propped up against the support beam in the living room. That was the sturdiest place in her house she could think of, but you knew you needed to move fast. There was no telling how much time you had before he woke up, and she couldn’t imagine he’d be happy when he did. Now, the next problem was finding chains and a lock that was probably heavy duty enough. She figured the boatyard, but she’d really have to move her ass.

She grabbed the keys to her dad’s old beat up pick up truck and a jacket and hurried out the door. She was humming to herself in a tense song, a habit she did out of nervousness, and fumbled with the keys.

“Hi there, Y/N, a little la-” a familiar voice called, but with the night’s events, she was already under so much pressure, and she yelped and nearly threw the keys. “Didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Hi, Rory. Sorry, it’s been a night.” Oh Rory, the older Irish gentleman that ran the dock’s favorite bar to go to in the evening, and her next door neighbor. She had known him her whole life, a steady constant in this crazy shit show her life had been these past couple of months. She really wasn't alarmed with him being out so late. With his business, he always had been a night owl.

“I can see that,” his thick accent rang out with a chuckle, and she blanched for a second. “Dragging in buckets of sea water?”

“It’s an art project,” She answered maybe a little too fast and he cocked an eyebrow. “You know, for processing trauma. I read about it.”

“Okay then, Y/N,” he was unsure, but he was going to drop it. He knew grief made people do some strange things sometimes.

“I’m going out for more things.” She didn’t know when to stop talking apparently.

“Well, good luck with that at 3 am. Just be careful,” he wished her well, “It’s a full moon, all the crazies are out tonight.”

She just chuckled uneasily, if she could only tell him. “Will do, you get some rest.”

“You too, dear.”

She was finally able to get the truck open and started, and she sped off to the boatyard.

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The yard was desolate and particularly eerily this night. Mist from the water was creeping over the place and gave it an all too fitting gothic appearance. She really wished that the world would stop being so poetic for a change. She found herself pulling her jacket tighter as she walked in between the older and busted up boats, something making the hair on the back of her neck stand up on end. A presence was following her, but she was all too tired of the night's weirdness to give into the thought. Surely, tonight couldn't get weirder.

She had to kick the door down to the supply shed, but she doubted anyone would really care. This was the forgotten side of town anyway. She found heavy duty chains and a padlock fairly quickly, a feeling of satisfaction filled her that was quickly overshadowed by something else. Her head whipped up to the door and then to the window. She saw nothing, but she swore she felt eyes on her. Very intent eyes. God damn it. At this point, she was just hoping for another human.

The best thing to do was just get the hell out of there regardless, she decided, and without actually breaking into a run, she moved as fast as she could.

Outside, she swore she hear footsteps of something. It was much too big to be a person, but she didn’t know what it could be. Could be anything. She didn't know, and she was getting tired of this one night getting so fucking weird. There was an idea trying to creep into her mind, one that she was trying to violently shut out. She actually might just give up if she was right.

There was a movement and then a soft growl. She blanched again, but sighed. Of course. No, of course this would be the night that even more insane shit has to happen. She turned to the boat she saw the movement coming from and her eyes widened, yet she was somehow not surprised. A giant wolf monster sat perched up on the cabin and she nodded. “Sure. Yep. This might as well happen. Let’s just get this over with.”

It glowered at her as it crept down and off the boat, but in the bright moonlight, she saw the deep wounds ruining the lay of the coat. It growled again and began to stand on this back legs, standing at it’s full eight foot height, but she held dropped the chains and held up her hands. “Don’t even think about it, buddy,” she said firmly and the wolf’s ears pitched forward, clearly curious about the lack of fear.

“I’ve got a hurt merman and a vampire I need to restrain soon or he’s going to try to eat the merman at home. I see that you’re hurt. I can take care of you, but I need you to stop being a dick.”

It looked like it was debating something it’s head before settling down on all fours and cautiously moved towards her before gently nuzzling into her neck, smelling and licking her, she figured that this was some kind of greeting that werewolves had, but he was being friendly, but she just rolled with it. It was that kind of night that was already weird enough. She scratched behind it’s ears and it practically mewled and she had to smile, that was pretty cute.

“Come on, let’s go. I have to get back before the vampire wakes up.”

He limped along with her, and she had to help the poor thing up into the bed of the truck, but he was behaving quite well. She covered him up, with one of the tarps she used for the fish, and hopped in. Hopefully, she wasn’t too late, and she felt worry pit itself in her stomach.

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She had to make sure the lights on in Rory’s house were off before she uncovered the newest friend and boy from her truck and hurried him into the house.

The first thing she did was check to make sure that the vampire was still out and passed out where she left him. Thankfully, he was, and she was able to breathe a sigh of relief. She went back to the kitchen as the werewolf began sniffing around. “Go upstairs, it’s the room with the lights on.”

The wolf looked at her uneasily, but he relented and sulked up the stairs on all fours, looking over its’ shoulders at her.

She grabbed the chains and quickly secured the vampire to the post. There was a moment that nearly had her passing out, his nose flared a couple of times when she got closer, but luckily that was his only response to her.

She didn’t waste anymore time though, grabbed the medical box for the third time tonight, and she was running up the stairs. Once she reached the top of the stairs, she saw the large furry head pop out of the doorway. It was odd to have such a large creature in her house, but she didn’t think about that just yet. She sat the box down on the desk and she heard it growl softly.

“Come on, I know this is going to hurt a little bit, but,” the wolf cut her off with another, more aggressive growl.

“Uhhh, Y/N,” Jim called from the bathroom. “What was that?”

She turned around and went to the door. “I might have made another new friend tonight.” The wolf’s head popped into sight from the door to look at where the other voice came from out of curiosity, and Jim went white.

“That’s an alpha werewolf.”

She grunted as he pushed his way into the bathroom and began smelling and licking at Jim’s neck like he had done with her, and Jim couldn’t help the giggles that escaped his mouth and it only encouraged the wolf to tickle him more, but he eventually pushed him off gently.

Jim smiled shyly at the wolf before looking to her again. “Why was he growling at you?”

“I was just getting ready to stitch up his wounds.”

The monstrous animal’s ears pinned back at the word and Jim swatted his muzzle, startling the wolf.

“Be nice. She doesn’t know anything and you can’t talk in that form,” Jim chided with a small smile.

“You don’t need to rub it in!” She was almost defensive, but Jim was laughing.

“Werewolves don’t need stitches, particularly alphas. He’ll be fine by tomorrow night, you won’t even know that he was hurt.”

She nodded, but then stopped. “Why did he come with me then? If he didn’t need help.”

Jim’s eyes were practically shining with mischief. “He probably thinks you’re cute.”

She was bright red now and she looked at the clear amusement both of them had.

“Or he had other reasons, I’m just,” He had to think about it. He wasn’t sure about the human word for this. “Having my fun?” He had a little shy smile, and while she was scowling, her heart melted a bit at the expression.

“I didn’t realize I was opening my door to such jokesters,” but even she had to laugh.

She let out a yawn, and she realized how tired she was out. It hit like a freight train now that she didn't have a murderous vampire on the loose and she no longer had to play doctor. “Well, I think I’m going to be retiring for the night. Jim would you like a pillow or something?”

He cocked he eyebrow. Right, that makes sense that they wouldn’t have them in the ocean.

“I’ll go get one for you away.”

The wolf followed her out of the bathroom and crawled up on the bed for no regard to his weight as he circled like any dog would before settling down on the bed. She grabbed one of the extra pillows and returned to stuff it in the corner between the wall and the bathtub and Jim hesitantly rested his head against it before his eyes lit up.

“This is very comfortable. What did you call this?”

She chuckled, “A pillow. Goodnight, Jim.”

He smiled, “Goodnight, Y/N. Thank you. again.”

“It’s no problem.” With that, she left again for the bedroom.

She looked at the wolf, seemingly asleep, and she decided what the hell. She took her bra off and her pants, leaving herself in just a shirt and underwear. She crawled into bed under the blankets and tried to get comfortable, but sleep wasn’t coming to her at all. She was just replaying the events of the night.

So, at the beginning of the night, it was crippling loneliness and a solid crying session, then late night sailing on the boat …. Then she saved a merman …. Then they got attacked by a vampire ….. and then she picked up a werewolf ….. and now there’s a merman in her bathtub, a vampire chained up in the living room, and a werewolf in bed with her. She sighed. This was…. weird. This was a weird night. This couldn’t have happened, could it? This stuff was made up. Oh god, she was having a mental breakdown. She was breaking and this wasn’t real. None of this was real.

She was starting to hyperventilate, panic gripping her, but then she felt a warm head, a very warm, very large, and very fluffy head nuzzle into her chest. A strong, furry arm ending in a hand with extremely long and sturdy claws wrapped around her abdomen and pulled her tight. An animal’s tongue licked her cheek and she had to laugh at how much it tickled. She heard the wolf make a noise deep within its throat in approval and she relaxed. This was real. It was very very real and she had the feeling that this wolf wouldn’t let anything happen to her.

Sleep soon took over, and for the first time in what felt like years, there was a smile on her face.

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lucyyh · 6 years ago

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Ranting: Arrow 7x12

Well, my expectations were low for this episode, because well, MG wrote it, and the man have fucked up time and time again, since at least Season 4B.

It was good to watch some old faces, and old footage from earlier seasons. The documentary style was good too, the crew that follows them where there, without being overwhelming or annoying. That is for other characters the same as always. What I hated with passion is the stupid color in the episode. Like yes, they were trying to make it seem like a documentary, but damn you could have chose to go gray, and not that weird reddish, dark and absolutely awful color.

Baddie of the Week:

So...we are gonna have two vigilante killers in a row it seems. This one was a mad man only looking for masks (still, I want to know where Rory is!), and next episode will be Stan the Fan. I least I hope is Stan. I miss that psycho. Anyway, I feel like this is a sample of how MG had run out of ideas, a long time ago... using almost the same plot is typical of him...

Still, the guy was interesting. Not well developed to be amazing, but still entertaining for the episode.

Mayor Pollard:

Rolling my eyes at you woman, so hard. Still, is one of those characters that drive you up the wall, but you appreciate their consistency in their belief and their honesty when something proves them wrong. She is that for me. I don't like her, but still she isn't an hypocrite. I can respect that.

The NTA:

Ohhh look! now they say Oliver is a hero. I don't care about them.

I'm just gonna say this totally unrelated thing to the episode: I'm glad Dinah's make up looked more natural. I don't like her at all with the eyeliner, and the red lipstick...she looks way better in this episode.

BS:

It was good to see BS is not dead and was replace for this supossedly good and friendly new LL. That short interview with the documentary crew showed us she is still there.

Special Guests:

I love watching Thea, Quentin, Rory, Sara and Sin...Barry too, although his comment about Oliver being damage...yeah, I'm tired of this. He fixed it, but still. Unnecessary. I did love what everyone else had to say about vigilantes and Oliver...

I HAVE HIGH HOPES FOR COLIN MAKING AN APPEREANCE. AND THEY WERE CRUSHED UNTIL THEY WERE NOTHING MORE THAN DUST.

John Diggle:

Look Digg, I love you. Your interaction with the documentary people was funny...but explain to me this:

"We had each other's back"

You did? with the whole team? ARE YOU FUCKING SURE JOHN? BECAUSE IF I REMEMBER YOU CLEARLY LEFT FELICITY TO FEND FOR HERSELF, AND AFTER THAT, YOU EXCUSE YOUR SHITTY BEHAVIOR SAYING YOU WERE GIVING HER SPACE.

So no John, you didn't have each other's back.

I can let you say Oliver and you support each other, because it was implied in 7x01 that you visited him regularly...

BUT DON'T COME HERE INTO MY HOUSE AND LIE TO MY FACE.

You ABANDONED the one person you wanted to protect since the beginning, or at least your did before your mid life crisis, or whatever the fuck what happened to you in season 6 was.

You are right too in this: Oliver shouldn't have went to prison for you, bunch of ungrateful bastards. It's good that you finally are recognizing this.

Emiko: Eh. She was fine. *Shrugs* I don't have much to say about her, but it was cute that she didn't want to stop working with Rene.

Will and Zoe: Look at the babies being best friends! Rene was hilarious here too. Will is so conflicted right now, you can see it in his behavior...he wanted to trust in Zoe, but there was something holding him back: Is it shame for getting expelled? or is something else?

William and Felicity:

Oh Will...it while I was watching him so angry, and taking it all on Felicity, it made me think about my nephews.(They are 12 and 13). They behave just like him when they felt they were wronged in some way. I understand his hurt and anger. Will have some serious issues, that were address a little in season six: the fear of abandonment the most prominent, for what we had seen. First not wanting Oliver to be the Green Arrow, and now with Felicity sending him away to boarding school.

It's someone surprised he was so angry with her? She has been a constant, the one that explained to him so beautifully why it was important for Oliver to be the Green Arrow; the one he spent all those months living with, supporting each other, and sharing the fear of being found by Ricardo Díaz, the one who encouraged his enthusiasm and love for studies, technology in particular. We don't know yet why he was expelled, but it wouldn't surprise me if it was to get back at his parents for sending him away, and not letting him come back for Christmas. I would be pissed too.

The lack of Oliver being there for his son, it was...I don't even know what to call it. I'm angry about it. But hey, that's MG and his shitty writing.

Oliver:

He was great. But I wish he would stop believing everything is his fault. And you know? don't turn yourself in to be send AGAIN to prison. WTF.

Felicity:

I missed my girl. She didn't have enough screen time. FUCK YOU MG.

Olicity:

SO GOOD WE GOT A SCENE WITH THEM IN THE SAME PLACE.

FUCK YOU MG.

This episode was...okay. I'm being a nice person saying it was okay. MG continues to show that what he believes is right, in this case "a love letter to the fans", is completely different for what a big part of the fans believe it is. But hey, he has different views on what a "nice guy" is, or a "good reporter" is...so nothing new under the sun. I’m sure he is butthurt and oh so surprised by the people who didn’t like the episode....

Until Arrow gets rid of this man, his shitty writing, and decision making power, this show will continue to be bits of good things mix with a lot of dissapointment.

Sorry for all the swearing. But is so easy to do it when is in another language 😂😂😂

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markusstraya · 6 years ago

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Slow You Down

MASTERLIST | Support Me!

Pairing(s): 11th!Doctor x Insecure!Reader, Amy Pond x Rory Williams, Amy Pond x 11th!Doctor (Platonic)

Warning(s): Lying, Injury, Not sure what else

Word Count: 1296

Summary: One of your old injuries returns, and you’ll do everything to keep the Doctor from finding out. It’s not until you meet a certain Amy Pond, that you admit, out loud, how you feel.

Request(s): Anon -> Hi could you maybe do a 11dr x shy reader maybe the reader is really shy and insecure bc they have a limp/walking disability and thinks they’re ugly and unlovable and a burden and somehow the dr finds out and gets all protective and proves them wrong and it’s just really fluffy I could really use something like that thanks anyway Xx

Authors Note: So this took a while to write. I’m sorry. I really am. I was telling myself to get it done ages ago, but I just lost interest, and writers' block hit not long after. It wasn't until yesterday when I went to a family friends’ book signing, and I listened to her inspiring speech, that I realized I could do this. So here it is. I’ll be attempting to write out as many requested fics as possible today, with my goal to have started all of them.

Please remember that this is my first time writing for Doctor Who, so bear with me. I’ll also like to accept any constructive criticism! Let me know if you want to be tagged in anything!

It had been another successful adventure to another random planet with the Doctor. Thankfully, you didn’t have to run as much this time, as hiding your limp had become more and more difficult due to the rigorous exercise you both participated in on the daily. As you walked through the TARDIS doors the Doctor races in front of you, and you smile, watching him dash around the control panels. He flicked switches and pressed buttons in a silent race against himself. Silently, you chuckled. You always loved to watch how he would hurriedly run around like a mad man, even though he was, as he tried to fly the TARDIS by himself. Suddenly, the TARDIS rocked, which knocked you off your feet. Your arm darted out to grasp onto something, anything. You’d managed to grab onto the cold railing, which you’d meant to do before the Doctor had sent the TARDIS into motion. Before you knew it, the ship stabalised, all movement ceasing. You let out a shaky breath, hoping that the sudden movement didn’t cause your injury to flare up.

“(Y/N)?” You could see the Doctor looking worried as he searched for you. You raised your hand, as you began to sit yourself up. “Oh, there you are! Are you alright?” You nod while he grasps your small hand in his large one, as he helped you back to your feet.

“Thanks.” You thought your leg was fine, but as you take a step forward, you can only to pull it off the ground as you hissed in pain. Great. It just had to get worse. You could hear the Doctor walk towards you again, a concerned look on his face. His green eyes scanned you as his hands grasped your upper arms. “What’s wrong? (Y/N), are you sure you’re okay?” You sighed as you shake your head. Your brain searches for the easiest way to tell him what happened all those years ago, but you blame it on your fall. “I must have hurt it when I fell. It was-it was fine before.” Not a complete lie, but not the whole truth either. He raised a brow at my theory but accepted it anyway. I knew it was only a matter of time before he figured it out.

“Well, in the meantime, I propose that we go see some old friends of mine.” Now it was your turn to question his antics. As he noticed your look of confusion, he exclaimed, “We’re going to visit the Pond’s!”

Your arm wrapped around his shoulders, as he helped you out of the TARDIS leading you to the house ahead. You’ve never admitted it to yourself before, but you loved being this close to him. You swore you could feel a cluster of butterflies as they flapped their wings in your chest. You were just being ridiculous. A 900 plus-year-old alien falling for you? Nonsense! You couldn’t even attract any human men, let alone a Time-Lord. Still, one could hope.

The door ahead had swung open, the force had it swung into the wall, as two figures ran out. A man and a woman. The Pond’s, you supposed. “Doctor! Doctor, you’re back!” The woman shouted in her unmistakable Scottish accent as she shoved me out of the way to give him the biggest hug you’ve ever seen. The man, who had initially run out with her, had grabbed you in time, holding you steady as you recovered, smiling apologetically. “Ah, yes,” The Doctor’s voice had everyone’s attention focused on him, “Amy, Rory, this is (Y/N). (Y/N), this is Amy and Rory…the Pond’s!” You smiled as best as you could through the pain that began to shoot up your leg, as you waved slightly.

The pair led you both back to the house as the Doctor had moved back his previous position as he helped you to walk. “So, what’s the story with you two showing up out of nowhere? I mean, you,” She pointed to the Doctor, “Haven’t visited in three years.” You could see how uncomfortable he looked. He always hated to have to come back into the lives of those he traveled with, you knew that. Nervously, he focused on straightening his bow tie, obviously lost in thought about how to answer, when you spoke instead.

“I’d injured myself on the TARDIS after it had one of its weird episodes, so the Doctor thought that it would be a clever idea to have a short break and come visit you two.” You glanced over at him and gave him a wink. I’ve got your back. Rory had decided to busy himself with other, more important things, as he excused himself from the room, whilst his wife just stood and looked between us. “How bad is the injury?”

“Not bad, I just hurt my-“

“She hurt her leg pretty bad. She hasn’t been able to put any pressure on it. I’ve had to help her walk around.” Just spill the beans, why don’t ya? Her head turned to face me, her eyes scanned my legs as though she could see through my initial lie of it is because of the TARDIS. She gestured for us to head into, what I assumed, was a spare bedroom, where the Doctor helped me sit on the edge of the bed. It was kind of funny to watch him being unsure of what to do. I could tell he wanted to pace, to try and think of a way to help. But I also knew that he wouldn’t be able to.

“Okay, Doctor, I think it’s best if you leave while I see how bad it is. Go to the park or something, we have this covered.” He didn’t look convinced. Looking behind Amy, his eyes caught yours in a silent question. Are you sure you’re going to be alright? You nodded as you put your thumbs up, adding a smile for reassurance. He turned to walk out the door, before he again made sure that you were fine, only leaving with a promise to be back shortly. You shook your head at his antics.

“So, you going to tell me what the issue with this leg is?” Sighing, you patted the spot next to you, beginning your tale as Amy sat down and comforted you.

It had taken you a total of thirty minutes to re-tell the story and answer Amy’s questions, although you had to admit, it was nice to have it off your chest. She’d left shortly after having comforted you, saying something about cooking dinner for the four of you. You lay on the bed, eyes closed, as you think back to what she’d said about telling the Doctor when the door creaks open. “You could have told me, you know?” You sit up in panic, eyes locked onto the Doctor’s as he steps forward.

“And you could have minded your own business.”

The room went silent, as you both considered the others’ words. He fiddled with his tie, before he sat on the edge of the quilt-covered mattress, lost for words. You sighed as you take a deep breath, and start again.

“I’m sorry for not telling you, I just…” he looks up at you, hands coming to rest at his sides, “I just don’t want to feel like a burden.”

Eyes widening in shock, he leans forward and grasps your hands. “You, my dear (Y/N), will never be a burden. You understand?” Shaking your head, he gathers you in his arms, hugging you tightly. “You’re the only one who understands what being different is like, you know? We’re all different. Some of us more than others, and that is a good thing. You are a good thing.”

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rorypcarson · 6 years ago

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it’s hope??? again??? yes u read that right here’s my son rory love us this blog is so new so nothing will be in the tags i hate everything lmao anyway like this or message me to plot ily bye

triggers: car crash, drunk driving, stroke, abortion, death, depression ( mention )

╰☆╮ DACRE MONTGOMERY ─ RORY PEARSON identifies as CISMALE and uses HE/HIM pronouns. they’re a YOUTUBER/MUSICIAN, and they’re only TWENTY-TWO ! they’re said to be +CANDID, but also -DESPONDENT. i guess that’s why they’re known as THE ACCIDENTAL BILLIONAIRE in the tabloids. ( kendall schmidt, logan henderson )

did i use two btr bois as his vc??? u bet ur ass i did & i have no regrets ok anyway on to my son

background:

rory pearson was born and raised in fairhope, alabama. his parents were teenagers when they had him and lived with his grandma scarlett. his mom jean marie was ousted by her parents when she told them she was pregnant and his dad’s mom took her in with open arms.

of course his grandma wasn’t going to let them live in the same room in her house without being married, especially with her grandbaby on the way. so after talking with them, and his parents agreeing, they went to the courthouse and got married three months before rory came into the world.

rory was born on april 20th, 1996 and he was without a name for six days. his parents couldn’t decide so they named him rory wyatt vincent pearson. he was always told that since his parents couldn’t decide on naming him after jean marie’s grandfather or greyson’s father, they picked a third name and gave him both of their names for middle names.

when rory was two and a half years old ( not really half, it was june ?? ) his parents graduated high school and went out for a party. unfortunately their designated driver wasn’t so sober and the group of four recent graduates crashed into another car.

his father was in the passenger’s seat and died on impact, his mother was pronounced dead in the ambulance on the way to the hospital.

scarlett legally adopted rory after that and raised him. she always told him stories of his parents, but avoided telling him anything about what happened to them for as long as she could.

he was ten years old when he saw the memorial and recognized his parents from their yearbook photos and came home asking about it.

honestly this is jumping ahead a bit but rory didn’t learn to drive until he was twenty years old. and even now, esp now, since he lives in nyc he doesn’t drive often.

okay when he was seventeen years old he met bethany in an airport. he was on his way to a college interview on a connecting flight that got cancelled due to weather conditions. they were both sitting in the same terminal so they got to talking and !!! hit it off

bro legit asked her out 5 seconds after their flights were announced to be back on

“hi yeah we just met but we’ve got two hours before your flight leaves so wanna go grab some food with me???”

and the rest was legit history

he can remember every moment of their conversation and first date like it was yesterday. oh my god he was SO IN LOVE

the human embodiment of the hearteyes emoji

and so the pair stayed in touch and went on a couple more dates and the boy was so gd smitten that grandma scarlett took his phone during one of their phone calls and was like “darlin if you don’t fly down here to meet me i’m going to think my grandbaby is just talking to a complete stranger on here.”

and then bethany flew down and met scarlett and she was so excited because !!!! her grandson had a girlfriend !!!!

grandma scarlett was the biggest supporter of anything rory did in life oh my GOD

at his graduation it was just grandma scarlett in the crowd for him but boy did it sound like the whole crowd was cheering for him when his name was called

anyway flash forward to he’s in college and he’s moved away to be closer to bethany. which should not have affected his life but when he was looking at colleges fr fr after acceptances the boy chose one closer to his girl

we love a softie ok

anyway on bethany’s 19th birthday he took her to an airport and was surprising her with a trip to disney that he’s been saving up for for MONTHS !!!!

and at the airport he was like all jittery and nervous bc in his pocket he had an engagement ring but he did his bEST to hide it all from beth bc surprises

not that he planned the whole thing ( he did ) but it just so happened they were in the same restaurant waiting for their flight as their first date way back when

and in the middle of dessert, the waiters singing happy birthday this boy attempts to be sly and gets down on one knee. but didnt realize there would be someone coming up behind him to keep up the singing and he ..... kinda caused a mini avalanche of people

and he apologized and is like still on one knee and now he’s looking at bethany with a BRIGHT RED face and he had had this whole speech worked out in his mind ok but all that comes out is, “i love you, please marry me?” in like an awkward stutter because he just TOOK OUT AN ENTIRE WAITSTAFF

somehow bethany said yes ??? and they’re engaged ???

oh and someone got the whole thing on camera and like that happened

the video skyrocketed to the most viewed video entitled “i witnessed an awkward proposal???? and she still said yes?????”

which is also lowkey how he started his youtube channel ??

“hi yes it’s me the guy who proposed to an olympic athlete while taking out a whole waitstaff?? i dont know why she said yes either but i love her??”

and for a long time it was mainly vlogs of him and beth and him and his friends

okay so fast forward and rory’s graduated college with a degree in history education bc he wants to be a teacher and he’s got to fly back to alabama and miss his graduation because he got a phone call and grandma scarlett had a stroke

so the boy is freaking out but it’s fine !!! grandma goes home and he winds up staying down and now he’s trying to figure out how to be with beth, find a job in ny, but also take care of his grandma

for a while he toys with the idea of moving grandma up to new york and helping her find a place. so he goes back to new york to talk to beth about it and he’s freaking out and he gets home and she tells him she’s pregnant

of course he never expected to be like 20 and having a baby but ??? whatever. now he’s freaking out because his grandma is not doing good and he’s worried about her and now he’s got to figure out what to do with a BABY ???

and bethany then tells him she wants to get an abortion and rory’s already stressed and so he flips bc of emotions and they get into a huge fight and it just winds up with him leaving and heading back to alabama and bethany in their apartment

so rory goes home to alabama and he keeps getting notifications on social media about bethany so he just shuts his phone off and i’m talking like he goes days without touching his cell phone. he takes a hiatus from youtube because he’s freaking out and

two months after he’s home he seemed like scarlett was doing better so he took her to a party in town to see some of her friends and at the party scarlett had another stroke.

she died six days later, never waking up from the medically induced coma they put her in.

flash forward a couple more weeks after he’s working with lawyers for his grandma’s estate and rest assured scarlett pearson had nothing but her house, her garden, and her beat up corvette that her deceased husband wyatt bought her for their anniversary one year

so its a shocker to find out that scarlett pearson was worth 43.7 billion dollars

and now that money all goes to rory because he’s her only living heir ???

so rory gets this BOATLOAD of money and the local newspaper picks it up which brings it to the national news and somehow it made international news

“local alabama boy from youtuber to billionaire overnight”

so he kept his grandma’s house in alabama because ..... he can’t seem to let that go and why should he ?? its a good house and holds a lot of memories

but he does in fact buy a brownstone in manhattan its HUGE and he doesn’t have enough things to fill the whole space up but ??? he’s working on it slowly.

he created a makeshift recording studio in one of the upstairs rooms and has been working on music, which is new to him ?? he was always a bit artistic but never sure enough to like try it out

oh and he’s returned to youtube, he’s got a decent following i guess

i mean lbr he’s hot ???? and sings ??? so ??? ya know

personality:

okay so this is long already so im gonna keep this short n sweet

rory is a sweet boy, never really an athletic type always more focused on his studies than sports.

spent a lot of time with his grandma and he’s very easily attached to people he’s close to. not exactly clingy, but it’s really hard for him to let people go i guess ???

used to love shows like survivor and big brother and amazing race. always toyed with the idea of applying to be on amazing race but he never had anyone who would go with him, or could for that long.

he’s a real kind hearted guy and clumsy as fuck

a bit awkward when you first meet him but ??? you warm up quickly and so does he

clumsy af as noted earlier

kind of depressed ??? idk he’s not seeing anyone for it but post losing beth, his grandma, and like the possibility of a family in the future he’s kinda ..... morbid

puts on a happy front for youtube

oh and he does a podcast talking about stuff with his friends idk what exactly but ?? its prob music and movies lbr

connections:

best friend(s)--self explanatory; people who he gets along with and they’re like his ride or dies.

nerd friends--give him someone to geek out with please he’s SUCH A NERD !!!! or someone who likes learning random things he’s got u

musical friends--people who he met through starting to delve into music

youtube community--give me people who !!! met through youtube and often do colabs together. probably ppl who were shooketh when he came back and was like “bro i have 40 billion dollars????”

wealthy friend(s)--give me someone who will teach this boy how to be wealthy ??? like cause he knows nothing about that he struggled a lot growing up and with college and several part time jobs he doesnt know how to like party or anything

idk anything else

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I'd love to read something from Broken Sundays where Clarke and Lexa see each other during one of their breaks. Thank you!

It’s been just under six months and Clarke has come to the illogical conclusion that even the air tastes different now that Lexa isn’t a main player in her life anymore. She remembers talking to her friends about it at college, when it first happened, about how food just wasn’t as satisfying and sleep wasn’t as easy and they all made noises in the right places and would regurgitate lines about time healing all wounds and how she needs to go through each stage of grief and own it.

Which is all bullshit in her very valid opinion because time does heal all wounds and it doesn’t hurt like it used to but Lexa is no longers hers and, honestly, it’s the worst feeling in the world. Just because she doesn’t cry at night or physically long for Lexa’s touch like she did in those first few weeks doesn’t mean that she still doesn’t feel that loss, that pain.

On her worst days she remembers everything. She looks through pictures and images of a younger Lexa and her younger self smile back at her, shoulders and cheekbones fading from sun kissed and freckled all the way through to wrapped in layers and dusted with snow. There are presents that she reminds herself of, little gifts they’ve given one another, and they make her smile. It all makes her smile and and cry and laugh she wonders if she should do such a thing but then she stops and thinks and she knows that of course she should smile! Being with Lexa was the happiest time of her life and denying that, being sad about it, is almost a disservice to everything that they went through.

When they broke up it was easy. Clarke is very aware that, for some, those words don’t make sense but her and Lexa have never done anything the simple way. It was painful and scary and awful when they broke up, yes. But it was easy. Because it was through communication and understanding and mutual love for one another that it happened. And she knows, they both know, that it isn’t forever anyway.

It can’t be.

Clarke once vowed to herself that she would love Lexa forever the moment that the brunette kissed her with her caramel sweet tongue.

----

“It’s okay. The bedroom isn’t much to rave about but the kitchen is big and the backyard is awesome so I can’t complain,” her dad tells her when she asks about his new house and she keeps a smile on her face in an attempt to sound happy when she speaks to him. The thought of her parents not living together hurts her a lot, especially when she knows she’s the main cause of their breakdown, and she tries not to dwell on it too much. “I think you’ll like it. You can help me pick out some things the next time you come home. I think it needs a real artists touch to make it pop.”

“One daughter complete with interior designs coming your way in the near future,” she laughs softly and she puts her hand over her eyes when he cheers down the phone, completely embarrassed by his antics despite being alone in her bedroom and with nobody in her shared house at all. “You’re so lame.”

“How dare you speak to such a cool and amazing dad like that?”

“Oh, I dare,” Clarke grins and it’s the widest she’s smiled in absolute months. She will always and forever thank the stars that fate twisted and turned and adjusted just enough that Jake Griffin was her father. “I’ll let you know closer to the date when I’ll be back but I already can’t wait to see you, dad.”

“I’ve missed you too, kid,” he says and Clarke can hear the wistful sigh in her voice. In her mind's eye she sees him in his brown leather chair, his feet kicked up in front of him as he rests a cup of coffee on his stomach. She can practically smell his aftershave, the laundry detergent he uses, she can feel the softness of pillows beneath her as she sits in the room with him and meets eyes that look so much like hers. “Will Lexa be coming back with you?”

“We broke up, dad. I told you.”

“I remember, I’m not that old just yet. I thought you said that you were still friends?”

“We are but it’s different,” Clarke replies and she feels herself becoming distant. Because she has really spoken to Lexa in weeks and she hasn’t seen her in a long, long time.

There was a time when Clarke could rattle off what Lexa was doing, right down to the very minute, but she struggles now to even remember what days her long classes are on. She wonders if there is another girl with this knowledge, if there is someone else who knows Lexa’s quirks and tastes and feelings.

There is nothing more in this world Clarke wants more than to know Lexa is happy but she squashes her thoughts of someone else rapidly because, oh.

That’s not something she can think about yet.

“I’m sorry, baby. I wish I could take away what you’re feeling.”

She smiles at that because her dad might be the most perfect person put onto this world. “I’m a lot better than I was,” she admits and she hears him let out a satisfied sigh at that. “Dad, do you think that you could ever be friends with mom again?”

There’s a long pause on the other end of the phone and Clarke closes her eyes. Her parents were happy before and even if she has no regrets about coming out, about meeting Lexa and finding love, she knows it put an unbelievable amount of strain on her parents. When the separation came, Clarke cried for hours in Lexa’s arms. And it didn’t matter how often Lexa or her dad or Raven would tell her that her mother's actions had nothing to do with her; it didn’t matter.

Guilt built and built and built.

And the higher it grew, the stronger it became, and it chipped away at the walls her and Lexa had built their future in and it broke down her defence and before she knew what was happening she was alone.

Alone and rebuilding and sad.

“No, I suppose not in the traditional way,” he finally says and Clarke just nods because there isn’t much comfort she can give. Her dad has insisted too many times to count that she isn’t to blame, that it wasn’t her fault and that even adults fall out of like with one another before they fall out of love. But still, that means nothing when the family dynamic she knew so well growing up broke into pieces the moment she held a girls hand. “I just hoped Lexa would stick around for you, you know? I liked her.”

“So did I,” Clarke laughs but it’s wet and sad and she longs for walks along that river to ease the sadness. “I always knew you liked her more than me.”

“Oh Clarke, of course I liked her more than you,” Jake teases but there is nothing to it and they softly make their way into silence before they finally say goodbye to one another.

They didn’t just break up, Clarke thinks as she lays back on her bed and ignores how hard her heart is beating, they broke everything.

----

Of all the people she’s ever known in her life, she never expected Finn Collins to turn up and come stumbling in like a newborn foal on a rainy Friday night. When she left Arkadia to dive headfirst into life and college and her relationship with Lexa she had simply assumed she’d left the long-haired beautiful boy back in the small town. It’s not difficult for Clarke to remember how sweet he was back then, even if a little flawed, and memories of him asking her to be his girlfriend in a soft voice at a Christmas dance swirl in her mind a little as he stands in the little diner and looks at Clarke with awe and shock and envy.

His face when she broke up that Thursday night in Spring was that of a broken little boy but, as he stands from his booth, he’s a man and it makes Clarke proud to see how much he’s grown and filled out and changed. There’s a small boy in across the table from him and she’s curious but, instead, she makes her way over to him with a small laugh and her arms outstretched.

When he wraps her in a gentle embrace, it’s nice. His arms have filled out from what Clarke remembers and there’s a distinct brush of stubble against her temple as he pulls his body away from hers, his aftershave filling her senses and taking her back to her first true boyfriend.

“Trust us to move out of the smallest town ever to exist and explore the big bad world and still manage to find one another,” Finn laughs and he’s attractive and wonderful and a thought fills Clarke that she hopes he’s happy. He really deserves to be happy. “What are you doing here, Griffin?”

“Studying,” she says and she knows she should be working but Finn is the only customer currently and her boss is easy-going when it comes to Clarke, she knows that. “I came here for college. What about you?”

Finn watches her curious eyes and he swallows a little, his hand coming to the back of his neck. “So this is Rory,” he finally introduces and Clarke schools her face enough that it lets Finn continue, his posture relaxing some. “He’s my boy. He’ll be two in August.”

“You’re a dad?”

“Strange how life is, huh?”

Clarke laughs a little at that but there isn’t a judging bone in her body, not for this. Looking at little Rory even she can see he is happy and healthy and his tiny arms have little rolls on them that she wasn’t to squeeze and adore. Thin brown hair cover his head and his inquisitive brown eyes take her but he doesn’t speak, a shy smile breaking across his chubby cheeks instead.

“Two?”

“That summer after we graduated high school was intense,” he chuckles but there’s a sad look in his eyes that Clarke doesn’t want to deepen and she knows he’s probably had it rough, being so young and being a dad. “I’m lucky because Marie, his mom, is really good. She lets me see him as much as I want which is amazing.”

Clarke nods, supportive. “Does she live here in the city?”

“Oh, no, I’m just here to meet my mom,” he says and a dark look crosses his face. “She hasn’t really met him yet and she doesn’t want me taking him to Arkadia. You know how people talk. Marie lives here so I’m visiting.”

The sardonic tone isn’t lost on Clarke and she knows Finn is talking about people like her mom, she isn’t an idiot. It hurts to know the town is still the same, that nothing has changed, and she reaches out to put her hand on his arm. “At least I’m not the centre of attention anymore,” she tries and that makes Finn laugh, his own hand coming to brush through his hair, and he nods at her.

“You and Lexa did stir up quite the scandal,” he muses. Rory makes a frustrated noise and he turns his attention back to his son, sitting down to give him attention. “How is she? Are you both doing alright?”

“She’s fine, we’re doing good,” she says and her eyes widen at that, knowing how wrong it sounded, and she tries to correct herself but Finn looks at her with a wide smile before she can explain.

“I knew you two would make it,” he says and guilt drops in her stomach because they didn’t make it and she’s more aware of that than anyone. “Listen, can I give you my number? It’d be awesome to catch up properly. You can bring Lexa too if you want.”

She agrees and silently thanks the stars that some customers walk in, college students with unlimited stomachs and good tips, and she apologises before she moves away.

I knew you two would make it, feels more like a hammer to her chest than a complimentary sentence and she forgets to say goodbye to Finn as he leaves, so lost in her own thoughts.

----

Her faith has stayed as important to her now as it was then. She knows people question it, tell her how the LGBTQ community is looked down upon and hated by religion, but Clarke has always found solace in her beliefs.

St. Patrick’s Church welcomed her with open arms when she tentatively stepped in during her first year of college and have done nothing but support and love her since. Her sexuality doesn’t define her and she grew tired of being ‘Clarke Griffin, Bisexual’ a long time ago, instead wishing people would discuss her talents or her humor or her brain. Church gave her that relief and, as she sits in a pew and links her fingers, she’s glad she didn’t give it up like she wanted to all those years ago.

“Good evening, Clarke,” Father Michael says as he passes by her and Clarke smiles, comfortable that he knows who she is, and she sits back as he considers her for a few moments. “Seeking warmth from that awful chill?”

“Just needed the quiet to collect my thoughts,” she admits with a soft chuckle and even with the lights and the colourful pictures and kind face of her Pastor, she can still hear Finn’s words. “I knew you’d make it,” repeats in her mind and she wonders if everyone believed in them, wonders if they were the only two people who didn’t manage to see it through. “And it’s warm.”

He smiles at that, deep set wrinkles next to his mouth forming at her young words. “Can I help?”

“No,” she says and she isn’t avoiding the subject or the need to talk about it. This is just something she needs to work through alone. Between the conversation with her dad, and then with Finn, a once muted person has rammed back into her life on full volume and she wishes she knew how to handle it. Breaking up with Lexa was painful, she reminds herself, but remembering her seems to be worse.

He hums softly, a kind noise. “Your friend was in earlier,” he says to her and Clarke looks up, not surprised at all to know he’s talking about Lexa. It seems, to her at least, that everyone is talking about her recently. “She needed to clear her thoughts too, I think.”

“Was she okay?”

“Oh,” he sighs and he turns to look at her completely, his attention on her fully even as others walk into the Church and find a place amongst the seats to find peace too. “I’m sure she will be.”

Clarke knows he won’t divulge much more than that and she’s accepting of it, not wanting to pry into Lexa’s personal life with her faith more than she ever needs to. In that first year in college there was a struggle for Lexa between herself and her faith and Clarke remembers how she pulled away from the Church for a long time until one summer evening. A mild night where Lexa got ready with Clarke and they made their way to St. Patrick’s together.

“I miss her,” Clarke admits and Father Michael barely reacts beyond a knowing nod. “I don’t know how to stop missing her.”

“I believe sometimes we have to face loss to understand strength and to understand strength we need to look inside ourselves,” he says softly to her, weathered hands holding onto the wood in front of her and when she meets his eyes all she can see is understanding and kindness. Where was this faith when she was younger? “What does your heart tell you, Clarke?”

“That I miss her.”

He chuckles kindly at that and tilts his head. “Perhaps you should find your peace of mind not here but with her, don’t you think?”

Her eyes widen at that and when she leaves, an hour later and without any real answers, Father Michael simply smiles at her with soft eyes and understanding.

She knows he’s a rare case, that not everyone is as kind and as open as he is, but she hopes the world will learn one day just how easy it is to say yes to love like Father Michael has managed to do.

----

“Careful,” Harper laughs as she walks past Clarke, her tray full of empty milkshake glasses and plates, “I’m slightly worried for my safety with the force of that yawn you just let out.”

Clarke smirks at that and rolls her eyes as the girl brushes into the kitchen area, disposing of the soiled utensils, and Clarke gives herself a little shake as she reminds herself she only has a few hours left at work. She’d stayed up late the night before on an essay that wasn’t due for weeks but she wanted to get it out of the way, mostly so she could spend more time with friends at the weekend and earning some money to go home.

“What time are you working until?” Harper asks as she comes back out. She’s wiping her hands on a towel as she speaks and Clarke groans, her eyes on the black clock above the door that ticks slowly towards her finishing time. “That bad?”

“Seven,” Clarke replies but it still feels like forever away as the time creeps slowly towards five o’clock. It feels like she’s been here all day but there’s a part of her that isn’t too bothered; working keeps her mind busy and the busier her mind is then the less it has time to think about exes and rivers and trees the perfect shade of green.

Harper sympathises softly but then a rowdy group of guys walk in, jeering and catcalling and falling over one another, and for the next hour Clarke doesn’t really think about anything.

----

And of course it happens.

Because it’s Sunday.

Of course it happens.

----

Lexa sees her but she pretends not to and Clarke doesn’t know if that’s a good thing or not. She watches as the brunette distracts herself by tidying away her menu but, in turn, all she manages to do is knock her napkins and cutlery from the table with a clatter loud enough to make the boys at the long table cheer.

There’s a deep blush on her cheeks as Clarke makes her way over and it’s so deliciously attractive that, for a moment, Clarke forgets she’s at work and has an urge to wrap her fingers around Lexa’s wrist and run, run, run away from prying eyes and fluorescent lighting and jukebox music that doesn’t fit the moment.

“You’ve cut your hair,” is the first thing Lexa says to her in six months and it’s oh so Lexa that Clarke can do nothing, absolutely nothing, but laugh. She was going to be good, she was going to take her order and act like Lexa was another customer but her eyes are green and her lips are soft and Clarke is doomed.

She’s always been doomed.

“Do you like it?”

Lexa blushes again, long fingers tapping on the table, and she nods. “I think you’re aware that I like anything when it comes to you,” she says--no breathes--and just like that, just that suddenly, Clarke feels peace and serenity and glee wash over her in waves and waves and waves. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to --”

“Thank you,” Clarke interrupts. She knows what Lexa is like, she knows she’ll fumble and apologise and pretend like she didn’t mean the honest words she spoke and Clarke doesn’t want that. She’s always been most in love with this candid Lexa; the Lexa that shared cider with her and laughed deeply and held her hand in public. “You look good too, Lexa.”

There’s a moment where things go quiet and if it wasn’t for the rosy pink on Lexa’s cheeks, the swell of her smile and the bright shine in her eyes Clarke would think she’s just said something wrong. But she knows she hasn't. She knows the brief compliment is blooming inside Lexa’s chest, stretching and growing and flowering into a feeling neither of them have forgotten. She watches as Lexa’s jaw flexes a few times, her throat bobbing under words she can’t place right now, and she stands.

Patient.

If she thinks hard enough she can feel the breeze from the river, can hear the clacking of stones breaking over one another, the shuffle of animals as they dance through trees and long grass and flowers.

She can smell perfume and hot cocoa and taste strawberries and caramel and apples.

If she tries hard enough and closes her eyes tightly then she can pretend it’s just her and Lexa and the world begins to spin again.

“When do you finish?”

Lexa’s voice startles her, calm and relaxed and without the shake her own reply has. “An hour, and then I don’t really have much else to do.”

“Hm,” she acknowledges and she taps at the table again, nervous and unsure and beautiful. “I’ll have a black coffee then, please. Take your time. I’m in no rush.”

Clarke grins, able to read Lexa’s words better than anything written by any author in history. She ignores Harper’s questioning glare and the tut she hears from another table for waiting so long and makes her way to get a singular black coffee, two sugars, and hopes Sunday’s go back to being everything for her.

----

With Spring rising, the light of the evening is pale and romantic and the streets are mild enough to walk with a small jacket. The sidewalks paint themselves with pale yellows and reds and greys as the sun dips behind buildings ready to bring the day to an end. Lexa walks next to her, her left hand occasionally brushing Clarke’s right, and it shouldn’t be so easy to fall back into such rhythm with a girl who bundled up her heart and carried it away with one last embrace.

“Did you know Finn was in the city?” Clarke starts and it’s so awkward how Finn manages to be the topic of conversation for her that her fingers flex tightly at her sides. Finn was always the boy that kissed Clarke first, who touched Clarke first, but Lexa seems to ignore all of that and makes a noise of genuine interest at the subject. “He has a son?”

“I’m sure his mother loves that,” Lexa says and Clarke feels pride grow in her when her tone holds nothing but concern and kindness. She thinks back to Anya and Aden and the things people would say about them, the beliefs they held, and she purses her lips together as Lexa presses forward. “He’s our age, right? That must be hard.”

Clarke nods, awe in her eyes at the mature girl in front of her and she doesn’t know why she’s so surprised. Six months is an intake of breath in the long life she knows her and Lexa have together but she can’t deny how much she’s missed, perhaps forgotten. “He seems to be okay. He said the mother is really good with him and he looks genuinely happy. It was nice to see.”

“I’m glad.”

“He said he knew we’d always make it,” she blurts out and she wishes she knew why she said it because the heavy feeling drops in her stomach again. If Lexa is surprised by the subject change she doesn’t let on but the spark in her eyes dulls a little and she drops her head, eyes focusing on her steps instead of glancing over at Clarke. “I would have corrected him but I so wanted it to be true that I think I forgot.”

“We’ve made it out of that town, so he isn’t entirely wrong,” Lexa muses and there’s a wistful sigh to her voice, a beautiful tone that aches deep inside of Clarke. Everything inside of her screams at her to soothe Lexa, to hold her hand and assure her that it’s okay, but she shoves her hands inside the denim of her jacket instead and nods. “We’re studying subjects we love, have hobbies we enjoy. In one way we have made it.”

“Except for our relationship,” Clarke says, because one of them had to.

“Except for our relationship,” Lexa concedes and suddenly stops walking, her body several steps behind Clarke for a few seconds until the blonde notices, and when she turns Lexa is looking at her with such determination that her body trembles. “You know, I don’t plan on this break lasting forever Clarke. There is no scenario I can imagine in which I spend any single second of my life not loving you. You understand that, don’t you?”

“Do I have a choice?”

“Absolutely not,” Lexa teases and Clarke hasn’t heard a more perfect reply in her life.

---

Clarke’s apartment block appears a lot sooner than either of them would have liked. The high archway and brown doorway looms from the sidewalk and Lexa looks at it for long moments, her eyes filling with memories. Clarke can see them running up the steps during a rainstorm, their hair soaked and droplets falling from their lips as they kissed and kissed and kissed. How they sat there studying, a thermos of hot chocolate between them, and Clarke laughing with Lexa’s roving commentary as people walked past.

She wonders what they would have looked like back then, two girls completely enamoured with each other, lips and skin and hearts painted with kisses from the other.

She wonders if people were envious of them, of the love they shared, of their lives.

She finds herself envious of her own past, even as she stands at the bottom of the stoop with the girl of her dreams in the city that managed to shape every single aspect of her life.

“My dad has a new house,” Clarke says softly, desperate to keep the conversation moving. “He finally moved out of that awful apartment and he wants me to go back and help decorate.”

“I know,” Lexa smirks and Clarke’s eyes widen enough that she rushes to explain, her hand lifting to push hair back over her own ear in a nervous gesture. “We talk sometimes. Jake and I.”

Clarke rolls her eyes because of course they do, of course her dad would be too kind to let the girl his daughter fell in love with suffer a breakup alone. “I should have known you two would team up behind my back.”

“Don’t tell Anya. I think she still harbours a crush on your dad, you know?”

“Shut up,” Clarke giggles and she reaches her hand out to slap at Lexa’s forearm. It takes less than a second for Lexa to capture her hand, to hold it against her arm with a soft smile, and her thumb runs over Clarke’s knuckles with a confidence that neither of them have felt in months and months and months. “I’ve missed you so much, Lexa.”

For the first time since they started talking Clarke sees tears line green eyes; they build from the bottom, black eyeliner running only just, and her heart clenches. Because they’re beautiful and tragic and so in love it hurts. “If you only knew how empty I’ve been without you, you’d understand how much I’ve missed you too,” she says and Lexa has always had a way with words, a way to make something so simple a masterpiece, and she runs her hand down Lexa’s forearm to link their fingers together.

“When we broke up you told me that you needed to understand yourself, have you found answers?”

Lexa shakes her head slowly, her feet shifting ever closer to Clarke’s, and she sniffs softly. “I’m not going to stand here and lie and say breaking up with you was wrong and I know I can say that because I know you agree,” she starts and Clarke can do nothing but nod.

Two years she spent with Lexa and she slowly went from being Clarke Griffin, to being Clarke and Lexa, to being Lexa’s girlfriend. And she knows that wasn’t ever Lexa’s intentions or plan and it certainly wasn’t hers for Lexa either; they lost their sense of identity, so wrapped up in one another, and while she lost her heart on that autumn evening she began to find herself again.

“I know who I am with you and I know who I am without you, and I can honestly say that who I am without you is only half a person,” Lexa continues and she smiles softly at the girl in front of her. “Truth is I’m miserable without you and I’ve learnt to be without you. I don’t know if you need more time and if you do then that’s okay, but you’re my inevitability Clarke. You’re as inevitable as Sunday’s appearing each week. I hope you know that.”

Clarke nods, gentle and slow and her heart beats loudly in her chest. “You’ve always been inevitable to me,” she says and watches Lexa swallow thickly, an emotion filling her eyes that almost overcomes them both. “Do you want to come inside? It’s warmer.”

“Are you trying to proposition me, Clarke Griffin?”

“If I was you’d already be inside,” she fires back and revels in the laughter she receives, the pure happiness. There’s a light in Lexa’s eyes that only appears with her and it grounds Clarke while simultaneously making her believe she can fly. But Lexa has always done that to her, always made her feel incredible and special and like she’s everything. One smile and she’s done. One little smile and she sees her future. “Come inside, Lexa.”

Lexa nods, already tugging a little at Clarke’s hand. “It’s Sunday, isn’t it? There isn’t anywhere else in the world I’d rather be.”

#verse: sundays #clexa fic #clexa #Anonymous

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