#I LOVE ISABELLE!!!!!!!!!!! tell us everything babe!!!!!!!!

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this is 100% self indulgent. no one asked for this except me and I have zero excuse for how it turned out. i have no defense, no witty rebuttal, no nothing. i wrote this because i wanted to, and at the very least i hope this inspires someone to write their borderline-self-insert fic and post it publicly.

this fic is set after season 3. enjoy😂

(oh now might also be a good time to mention how much I love Man City. bc it’s a lot.)

can’t hear my thoughts (i cannot hear my thoughts)

Calling Lake Como beautiful is like saying space is big. It’s true for sure, but it feels like an understatement. It’s June and the weather is absolutely gorgeous, perfect for the wedding you’re attending. It’s for two good friends of yours, and it’s going to be a party full of football royalty. You’re mostly excited to see friends who are WAGs from other teams who you’ve connected with over the past year and a half.

Oh, and you suppose it will be a nice vacation with Jamie, too.

You’re staying at a beautiful hotel that’s been open since 1910, and you swear you’ll never stay somewhere as beautiful again.

“Getting ideas for the house?” Jamie teases, and it sends a thrill down your spine with the way he refers to his house as your collective home. 

You grin as he spins you around the Suite Greta. Everything is golden, from the drapes to the pillows to the sun catching on his face.

“No,” you reply, “but maybe for a vacation home?”

Jamie laughs as he catches you up in his arms. “I could see us here in the next off-season. Not sure we’d get out much,” he muses and you wrap your arms around him as tight as they can go.

You’re here for a full week but Isaac’s wedding is only one day. You and Jamie have plans to see everyone who’s in town, as well as have some time to yourself.

“Sasha wants to go out for dinner tonight,” you tell Jamie as he unpacks his suitcase.

“Girls only, or will Jack be there?”

“Let’s see,” you hum as you scan the group chat. “Isabel said she and Erling will be there, so looks like it’s a couple’s thing. That’ll be fun, right?” you ask with just a hint of anxiety. Jamie and Jack are friends, they’ve run in the same circles for years, but you’re not sure how he’s going to feel about being outnumbered two to one, City to Richmond, at dinner.

“As long as Rodri ain’t there, I’m fucking chuffed,” he says as he lays out his suit on the bed.

“Chuffed? Is that a thing you say now?” you ask, flat on your back on the bed.

“Yep,” he replies. “I’m posh now, babe. Sorry you Americans can’t do it as well as we Brits.”

“I have it on good authority that we do it very well,” you smirk. “But I don’t think that’s something you’ll get to experience tonight. I haven’t seen Sash or Isa in ages, so we’ll probably talk for a long time and then I’ll be tired when we get back to the room.”

Jamie groans. “You’re sadistic, woman. The shit you put me through.”

You smile and remind him, “You’re the one who picked me, remember?”

—

Jamie is technically the one who picked you. You had just moved from America to London, got a temp job at a Richmond FC, and the rest is history. You don’t work at Richmond anymore, haven’t for a while, as you’ve been able to start your own thing in between attending matches and events and whatever else Jamie’s invited to. Being Jamie’s girlfriend is a full-time job on its own, and he definitely spoils you beyond what you’re used to. He’s the one who bought your dress for the wedding and it freaked you out just a little bit until you called Sasha (an angel, by the way) who laughed and talked you off the ledge. 

“Comes with the territory, babe. They’re just boys with more money than they know what to do with. Jack’d buy me the moon if he could figure out how. Enjoy it. It’s been a while since anyone’s seen Tartt this happy.”

So you do. You had been living together for almost a year now so you’d think that a dress wouldn’t push you over the edge, but there you go. You’re trying to be calmer about it. It’s better ever since you met Sasha and Isabel. 

You had been stuck in a room while Jamie talked to his old manager, and they had noticed your deer-in-the-headlights expression. You’re right in the middle of the two, age-wise, and from similar enough backgrounds.

“Here’s my number. Come over to my flat tomorrow for brunch. We’ll get you settled, babes,” Sasha had said. You went and it had been amazing to finally make real friends, even if they were technically on the opposing team. 

You’re excited to see them, excited for Isaac to finally get married, and excited to spend a full seven days with Jamie by your side. It’s going to be the best.

—

You enter the venue arm-in-arm with Jamie, practically dancing across the grass. The sun’s shining and there are all sorts of people you know and love. It feels a little surreal to be here. 

Earlier, back in the room, you had slipped into your dress carefully to avoid getting makeup stains on the front. The skirt fell just at your knees and puffed out ever so slightly, with thick straps instead of regular sleeves so you could fully enjoy the warm weather. 

“Do a spin,” he had said, voice full of glee. You’d acquiesced, twirling around to let the blue tile print billow out before he caught you, kissing your shoulder so as not to ruin your makeup. 

Now, you’re holding onto him and trying not to wrinkle his linen suit when you hear someone shout your name. 

“Sasha!” you screech, running toward her as best you can with your shoes on the grass. You squeeze each other into a tight hug, uncaring about about the state of her hot pink dress. 

“Hey man,” Jack says to Jamie, who grins and shakes his hand. “You’d think they haven’t seen each other in fucking ages.”

“It’s been twelve hours,” you say. “And before that it’s been like two months. Anyway, don’t you two have some football to discuss or something? Or headbands? Or-”

“Really short socks,” Sasha helpfully supplies. 

Jamie shakes his head. “Fuck off, Attwood.”

“Fuck you, Tartt,” she replies. 

“Oi, you two wouldn’t even be friends if it weren’t for me. You could be a little nicer,” Jamie says. 

“Oh is that Hughes?” Jack asks before either Sasha or Jamie can escalate. Their entire friendship is based off sniping one another and neither you nor Jack are particularly in the mood for it today. 

Jamie turns to look. “Oh mint, looks like things are starting. You saved us seats?”

“Yeah, with Haaland and Isabel,” Sasha returns, linking her arm through yours. “C’mon, did you get yourself a parasol?”

—

It’s the most beautiful wedding you’ve ever been to. Stella looks stunning in her gown, Isaac stoically sobs his eyes out while Colin surreptitiously hands him a tissue. Even Roy seems to be having a good time, but then again Keeley once told you that he “really fucking loves weddings.” You hadn’t believed her, but his lips are in a straight line instead of a frown so maybe she was right. 

There’s a group of City and Richmond players together, and it’s a little strange to see how friendly they are off the pitch. Dani is explaining something with lots of hand gestures to Phil while the rest of the group jokes around. 

Sasha sneaked you and Isabel away to get drinks for yourselves and you were about to get away unnoticed when Erling caught Isabel’s arm and asked for a drink too, so now you’re ordering for your boyfriends as well as yourselves. 

You don’t really care, there’s a part of you that’s reveling in the sheer joy of being young and hot. Sue you. 

“Cosmo, please,” you say while the girls order drinks of their own. Sasha raises an eyebrow so you shrug and say, “Jamie likes what he likes.”

She rolls her eyes and scoffs “Tartt,” but it’s with the affection of an older sister so you elbow her and ask, “What did Jack want?”

She makes a face. “Heineken. He also likes what he fuckin’ likes.” 

You wheeze out a laugh as Isabel comes to join you. She smiles as she sips from something lavender colored in a martini glass. She cuts an elegant figure in her yellow, billowy dress. You smooth your dress and open your mouth to say something when a voice calls your name. You look to see your ex walking up, hand-in-hand with his wife. You know, the one he left you for. 

“Jake,” you say in surprise. God, you need your brain to form coherent thoughts right now. “What are you doing here?”

He grins, far too wide and goofy to be real. Not like Jamie, you think. 

“Oh, you know, Emma’s loosely related to the bride on her dad’s side. She asked for an invite, so here we are. Who are you here for? Bride or groom?”

“Both, actually,” you reply automatically. Jake’s words are grating, not so much in content as they are in tone. He always had a way of saying things condescendingly, like everyone else was a stupid little kid. 

“Oh,” he says in what you think is supposed to be surprise, “that’s funny. I didn’t know you knew anyone out here. You’ve been living in England all alone, right?”

Emma just hovers by Jake’s shoulder. She’s not contributing anything to this conversation except a snooty little smirk. 

“No,” you say. “I’m not alone. This is Isabel, by the way.” You look around for Sasha, but she’s disappeared. Smart girl. 

Isa doesn’t extend her hand. “Nice to meet you,” she says and Jake takes her at her word. He puffs up his chest a little bit as he asks, “Where are you from? You don’t sound British.”

“We’re from Norway,” a voice behind her says. “I’m Erling.”

Sasha has reappeared with Jack, Erling, and Jamie in tow. You mentally congratulate her with a well done, Sash as you feel Jamie’s arm loop around your waist. 

He feels like a solid wall against your back, a glimmer in an otherwise garbage moment. 

Jake takes stock of the three men who are looking at him with less-than friendly stares. You’re not sure what Sasha told them, but you’re absolutely positive Jamie recognizes Jake. You can practically feel the hairs on his arm bristling. 

Jake finishes his assessment and deems it appropriate to talk. “So, how do you all know each other?”

Jamie scoffs and looks away, while Jack stares at Jake like he can’t believe what he’s hearing. 

You wonder what it is with your affinity for J-names. 

“We’re footballers,” Erling says before anyone can take more offense. 

“Premier League footballers,” Jamie adds, as if it means anything to Jake. 

Jake’s American, like you, and he’s never been much for sports anyway. He wouldn’t even recognize David Beckham if the man were standing under a poster of himself. 

Jake says, “Right. Hey, weren’t you on one of those trashy dating shows?” and Jamie stiffens. 

Sasha mutters, “Fuck’s sake,” under her breath as Erling and Isabel take pointed interest in something in the distance.  

“No,” Jamie replies shortly. “The fuck were you talking to my girl?”

Jake looks to you in surprise. “Oh! You two are together? That’s… well, that’s… I guess I just didn’t expect her to be whoring around like that. But hey, move to another country and all morals go out the window, right?”

That’s the thing about Jake. He never speaks as if he’s actually trying to be offensive. He just says what’s on his mind. And you’re a little concerned that what’s on his mind is going to land Jamie (and quite possible Jack) in jail. Neither of them are especially known for backing down from a squabble. “Cut from the same cloth,” Pep was rumored to say. 

“Fuck off, mate,” Jack interjects. “Just fuck off. Everyone here loves her, and you can’t talk about her like that.”

Your ex reevaluates the situation at hand and decides the best thing to do would be to take Emma’s hand and walk away. 

“Strange that his wife does not speak,” Erling remarks. 

You grimace. “You could’ve stopped at ‘strange.’ No idea what I ever saw in him.”

Jamie has a crushing grip on your waist so you wiggle a bit to get him to loosen up. 

“Prick,” he mutters. “How the fuck did he even get here, anyway? He’s in fucking America.”

“His wife’s loosely related to Stella. They asked for an invite,” Isabel volunteers. 

Jamie rolls his eyes. “Oi, if he tries to talk to you again, I’ll grab Roy and we’ll fucking kill him.”

“Yeah, ‘cause McAdoo’s never been above a little violence at a party,” Jack grins. 

You return his smile and say, “Thanks, but I’m pretty sure his mother-in-law would kill you.”

Erling huffs out a laugh. “Never a dull moment in the Premier League, is there?”

Isabel grins and loops her arm through his. “I’m tired of all this,” she says.  “Let’s go dancing. There’s a band and we don’t have to think about anything other than celebrating, yes?”

“God yes,” says Sasha.

Jamie still looks murderous, but you squeeze his hand once and whisper, “I’m fine, babe. It’s fine.”

He looks like he wants to argue, but he lets you pull him along to the dance floor with the group.

— 

There are so many people that you don’t even catch a glimpse of Jake and Emma. You’re not sure what they’re up to, and fairly certain they don’t know anyone else here. You on the other hand, are living your best life as Jamie sings along to “Ain’t No Mountain.” He’s swinging your arms around as he sways in time to the music. You just let him lead you however he wants. The song ends and he presses his lips to your ear so you can hear him over the sheer volume of everyone talking. “D’you want a drink? I can go get you something.”

You nod and mouth my usual, please, so he salutes and begins weaving his way through the crowd. You watch him as long as you can before spinning back around with a smile.

A smile that quickly fades when you realize Emma is right in front of you.

She says, “Cute dress,” and for a moment, you believe she’s being sincere but then she follows it up with, “Did you borrow it from your grandma’s closet? I’ve seen people do that.” 

Right, because grandmas are known for wearing dresses like this. 

“What? No, Jamie got it for me,” you say. 

“Oh cute, is it from Walmart? I think I saw something like it there last week.”

Emma is trying to draw blood. You suppose she’s taking her shot now as opposed to back then because she thinks there’s no one around to call her out. No one who knows her. 

You say, “They don’t have Walmart here,” instead of “It’s Dolce & Gabbana,” because the second phrase would make you sound like a prick. There’s a part of you that wants to be a prick, though, wants to channel that part of Jamie that’s ruthless, vicious and cruel, messing with the opposition before he cuts them down. 

The first time you saw it, it was hard to believe the Jamie on the pitch was the same Jamie who played with your hair while you cooked, or put a sticky note on his fridge titled “Babe,” detailing everything you’d ever said you liked. 

Emma sees she’s not getting to you, so she changes tactics. “Must be hard being here without any friends,” she remarks. “All alone. And you’ve never been especially extraverted. Are those people the only ones here you know?”

God, Jamie, where are you?

You open your mouth to respond but are cut off by someone with a distinctly midwestern twang say, “I heard one of my favorite countrywomen was here.”

You turn to see Ted Lasso grinning at you in a black suit. It’s the same smile you remember, albeit his eyes are a little sharp. You’d bet anything he knows exactly what’s going on between you and Emma. 

“Ted!” you smile as a rush of relief floods your system. You step into his arms for a hug as he says, “Hey, sweetheart. How’ve you been?”

“Oh, you know,” you say. “Kind of great, actually. I wondered if you were going to be here! Have you seen Jamie yet?”

Ted shakes his head. “Y’know, I haven’t. Why don’t we find him together?” He offers you an arm and you take it gratefully, choosing not to spare Emma a glance.

“She seems like a real bucket of laughs,” Ted remarks.

“You have no idea. That’s my ex’s wife.”

Whatever Ted thought you were going to say, he certainly wasn’t prepared for that. He opens and closes his mouth a few times before settling on a short, “Well I’ll be danged.”

You laugh and stand on tiptoes to try to see Jamie. You don’t see him, but you catch a glimpse of an especially tall, blond head.

“This way,” you tell Ted. You brush past Phil who smiles at you, past Colin and Michael, and past someone you’re pretty sure is a Beckham.

You make your way to Erling and Isabel as they dance to the music in their own corner.

You frown. “Have you seen Jamie?” you shout. 

Isabel shakes her head. “He was looking for you,” she calls back.

“Oh,” you say, “Ted, this is Isabel and-”

“Erling Haaland,” Ted says, hand outstretched. “Pleasure to meet you, son. Big fan of the way you play the game.”

You miss Erling’s response, startled by a hand on your shoulder. You turn to see Sam standing behind you.

“Sam!” you exclaim with a grin, “You look so handsome!”

Sam returns your grin and strikes a pose. “I’ve been sent on a very important mission. I am to retrieve you and bring you to Jamie and I am under no circumstances allowed to let a small rat man named Jake speak to you.”

You raise an eyebrow. 

“Jamie’s words, not mine,” Sam clarifies. “Although I must admit, I have seen this rat man. I do not like him very much.”

“You and me both,” you agree. You wave to Isabel and pat Ted on the arm before following Sam.

He leads you away from the crowd of people to a stone path illuminated by small lights. This can’t be right, you think but Sam points down the path and says, “This is where I leave you.”

He turns to leave then changes his mind and spins back around. “It was lovely seeing you today, albeit for a short amount of time. I hope I will be seeing more of you while we are here. It is not often I meet someone who makes Jamie more tolerable.”

He speaks with a touch of humor and it’s just enough to dispel any apprehensions about what’s waiting for you in the dark. 

You say, “Thanks Sam. Love ya,” which he returns before he disappears back to the main party.

You take a breath and head down the steps.

It’s dark, the light barely shining enough for each step, but as you get farther you see a shadowy figure sitting on a bench under a tree. You smile. You can tell exactly who it is by his silhouette.

Jamie stands as you get closer and pulls you into his arms.

“Thought we’d sneak away to make out a bit,” he says. “And maybe to you wouldn’t yell at me in front of all our friends.”

You groan. “What did you do? Please tell me it has nothing to do with Roy. Or Jack. Oh my god, did you two start convincing people you were separated at birth again? Because it’s really only funny one time.”

“Well…” Jamie hedges.

You pinch his back. It’s the only part of him you can reach at the moment. “Jamie Tartt, you’d better tell me what you did right now or so help me you are going to be sleeping on the couch for the rest of our lives.”

“Oi, don’t fucking do that!”

He reaches back to grab your hands and holds them flat on his chest. “We- Roy, Grealish, and me, might have gotten your prick ex kicked out.”

“You what?” you gasp.

Jamie starts speaking in a rush before you can say anything else. “Look, y’know how protective Grealish gets, especially because Sasha fucking loves you, and then Roy heard that your prick ex was here (not the twat ex) and he said it’s easier for him to get in and out of fights on account of him being a fucking manager but then Grealish said that it’s pretty much expected that fights happen so might as well and anyway, no one’s gonna fuckin’ snitch on any of us because (hate to break it to you babe), but you’re, like, everyone’s kid sister. They’d fucking kill for you so it’s possible that we channeled that into threatening to break all of his bones if he ever ended up in the same country as you again.”

You’re processing all of the things Jamie said plus the incredible speed at which he said them, so all you can manage is a single “Okay,” before he’s talking again.

“Ehm, it’s also slightly-fucking-possible that someone did break his foot.”

“What?” you all but shout.

“Coordinated effort between Isa and Haaland,” Jamie says. “Lad’s a fucking wall, don’t know if you’ve noticed.”

“Jesus, Jamie,” you groan. “I don’t know if I should kiss you or pinch you again.”

“You can do both,” he suggests.

You sigh. “I’m going to kiss you. Like, a lot. And I’m not going to worry about getting caught and after we’ve snogged like a pair of kids in high school- sorry, secondary school, then we’re going to eat a bunch more food and dance with our friends. And if you want to get sloshed, I promise I will only take funny videos for myself, and I will not send them to your mum this time.”

Jamie says, “Liar,” as he kisses the tip of your nose.

“Fine,” you concede, “I will most definitely send them to your mum. And Simon. We’re on a group chat.”

“Not even gonna fucking ask,” Jamie says as he threads a hand through your hair so he can get at a better angle to kiss you.

—

You wake up the next morning (ahem, afternoon) to Jamie’s foot in your face.

“Excuse me, sir,” you say.

He hiccups himself awake. “Yeah?” he rumbles. “What fucking time..?”

“Late, I assume,” you say.

He groans and flips himself around so your heads are on the same side of the bed. He wastes no time in tangling your limbs together.

“Oi, koala boy. Some of us have morning breath.”

“No y’don’t babe,” he mumbles.

You scratch his head and a shudder runs through his body. “I know,” you say, “my breath is perfect. I meant you. I just didn’t want to hurt your feelings.”

“Cruel woman,” he returns before lapsing into silence. The sun slips through the curtains, and you’re sure it’s going to be another gorgeous day

“Jamie,” you begin then stop.

He says, “Yeah, love?” while looking up at you with his gorgeous blue eyes and you take a moment to freeze this image in your head. 

Jamie Tartt, in bed, hair tousled from sleep. Pillowy white duvet, golden freckled skin, warm body pressed to yours.

He kisses your shoulder, rousing you from your thoughts. 

“Jamie,” you say again, “I wanted to say-”

“Don’t,” he interjects. “You’re not fucking allowed to say thank you for the bare fucking minimum.”

“But it’s not,” you reply, opting to skate over the fact that he apparently can read your mind. “Bare minimum is like, making sure I’m not alone with him, not getting your friends together to scare him off and break his foot.”

Jamie’s been kissing your skin wherever he can reach as you speak, so his words are interspersed with pecks. “Technically, the foot was an accident. Ask any one of our witnesses. And besides, they’re your friends too. You’re the one who got ‘em all to like ya despite the fact we’re mortal enemies on the pitch.”

“You’re the one who goes tanning with Jack,” you remind him.

“Lies told by the press,” Jamie grumbles. “This is my natural sexy glow.”

You say, “Okay little British boy,” as Jamie decides that his current position is not enough and he wants to lay on top of you.

He says something but his face is buried in the crook of your neck, so all you can feel is vibrations.

You ask, “Hm?” so he lifts his head.

“What if it were us next year?”

“Tanning or breaking feet?”

“Getting married.”

Jamie goes back to having his mouth on your neck as if the air weren’t just punched from your lungs.

You’re quiet long enough that he lifts his head again to ask, “Is that good quiet or bad quiet?”

“Good!” you hastily confirm. “Good, but, babe- you haven’t even asked me yet.”

He says, “I’m going to,” as if you should have known already. 

“Okay,” you breathe, “can you give me like a little heads up or something so my nails are done?”

“Uh-huh,” he says, “At the end of the week. Been planning it. Ring’s in my bag, even asked Stella if she’d be pissed that it’s the same week she took on the most un-sexy last name in history. She said she don’t give a shit as long as it’s not at her actual wedding. So.”

“I love you,” you tell him. “Not just because of yesterday or right now. I just think you’re great.”

“I am great, babe,” he says like it’s obvious. “Picked you, didn’t I?”

You crack a smile. “Alright, that’s enough out of you. Do you want to get out of bed or go back to sleep?”

“Sleep,” he replies immediately. 

“Thank God,” you groan, “I didn’t want to move. You’re like a weighted blanket.”

“It’s me sexy muscles,” Jamie says. You wiggle under him to get more comfortable.

“Uh huh,” you agree, but the words are hardly out of your mouth before you’re both back to sleep.

[beachbabe000]

My Brothers Girl // Christopher sturniolo

summary: You're in a relationship with Matt, but you're slightly unhappy with some aspects. One night those needs are met, but not by Matt.

Warnings: Smut, cheating, relationship between brothers and y/n, fingering, enemies to lovers, use of y/n

There will be multiple chapters of this story.

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Part 3

Chpt. 4

Y/n

The next day I went with Matt to run some errands. He sat in the driver seat with a hand on my leg. I was completely lost in thought about how to go about us telling him what’s been happening. He looks over at me, “You’ve been awfully quiet. Whatcha thinkin about?” I look over at him. “Oh nothing really, just trying to decide what to eat. “You’ve been silent this whole time because you’re thinking about food?” He chuckle, “Must be a rough decision. Don’t worry, I’ll pick.”

He pulls into Wendy’s and drives up to the window. I tell him what I want, already knowing. Suddenly I hear my phone alert go off. I look down to see that Chris texted me.

Chris: How’s hanging out with Matt? You bored yet?

I shake my head with a sigh.

Y/n: Not funny Chris. We’re getting something to eat, do you want anything?

Chris: I an think of something to eat right now ;)

My thighs clench together, knowing exactly what he’s talking about.

y/n: No seriously Chris lol We’re at the drive through.

Chris: Just grab me a burger and some fries ma

y/n: Gotcha :)

I turn to look at Matt, “Chris said he wants a burger and fries.” I smile over to him. “Well, they don’t have pepsi.” He chuckled “I’ll just get him a lemonade.”

Y/n: They don’t have pepsi so he got you lemonade instead

Chris: Thanks ma. You know what I’d be doing if you were sitting in my passenger seat?

Y/n: Chris you don’t drive

Chris: My hands would be running up your thighs right now. I’d unbutton your pants and slip my hand in, rubbing your clit

My thighs clenched again; I can feel the wetness forming.

Y/n: Chris I can’t take this right now. I’m right next to Matt.

Chris: I’d pull over and take you into the back seat and have my way with you

Y/n: Chris

Chris: I’d lick your pussy and let you cum in my mouth. Then I’d slam into you so hard you’d see stars. On hand on your hip, one on your neck

I start to squirm in my seat now, needing the friction. I whimper quietly.

Matt turns finishes ordering and turns his head to me when they start handing him the order. He turns to me to hand me some things and sees my discomfort. “You alright babe?” I groan a bit “Yeah just a stomachache.” You sit your phone down putting it on the other side of your lap and start grabbing the food. “You sure you want to eat this stuff? Maybe we should get you something lighter at the grocery.”

I shook my head, “I should be okay” I smile at him. He’s always so sweet to me. But in such an innocent way. I need dominance. Someone who’s not always going to be nice. Someone who’s going to take control. “Let’s get going and finish up our errands.” I give him a small smile. He returns it and starts driving again.

My phone goes off again with a text tone. I rest my head on my hand, elbow on the door. I don’t want to pick it up. I know what will be on there. I squeeze my eyes shut. I give in, opening them and looking at my phone.

Chris: You horny yet?

I clench my jaw. Unbelievable. He did that on purpose knowing what was going to happen.

y/n: I hate you

Chris: No you don’t lol Bring me my food when you get here. I’ll be in my room

I shake my head at him. The audacity. He’s not even trying to care anymore. Maybe he wants to get caught. Maybe he’s trying to take the easy way out now. If we get caught, he won’t have to sit and talk to Matt. Removing the responsibility all together. But God did I love him taking charge right now.

After we finish up everything we needed to do, we head home. Grabbing the food and Matt grabbing the other things we go into the house and kick our shoes off.

Greeted by Nick in the kitchen he starts helping us get everything put away. “I’m gunna bring Chris his food.” He says picking up the items Chris wanted. “I got it.” I say taking them away from him. “You sure? I can totally do it.” I nod my head, “I got it don’t worry. You finish up what you’re doing.”

I walk up the stairs and knock on Chris’s door. “Come in!” He said loudly. I walk in, his food in hand. He looks up from his computer seeing it’s me and gives me a mischievous grin.

He walks over to me and takes the food, making sure to have our hands touch in the process. “Thanks, gorgeous.” He pecks my cheek and goes to sit his food down on the desk. He walks back over to me and gently grabs my waist. Much different than the past few times we’ve had together. He leans down and gives me a soft passionate kiss. I oblige, wrapping my arms around his neck deepening it.

I pull away after a few seconds. “I need to go back. He’s going to wonder where I am”

He grins at me, “Let him wonder.” He leans down to grab my lips again but I pull away this time. “You’re starting to get pretty reckless.” I chuckle at him. He just shrugs his shoulders. “Maybe I want to be reckless.” “Why?”

He looks into my eyes intensely. “Because I want you. I don’t care if you’re my brother’s girl. I want you for myself and if that means I must take you away from him I will.”

I look at him taken aback, “So you’re just willing to get caught? That’s going to make it harder for everyone.” He chuckles. “Maybe it’s the best way.” I remove my arms from his shoulders and nudge him away. “I don’t want to do it that way Chris.” In a serious tone. He crosses his arms. “I do.” “Then we’ll just have to agree to disagree on this one.” With that I turn around and start to walk out of his room. He grabs my arm and pulls me back. He leans down to capture my lips into his again. God he’s making this so hard.

I kiss back almost to the point of not caring anymore. I want him too but I need to do something first. I need to break up with Matt.

The next chapter will be the last chapter of this story!! Thank you all so much for the support, it means a lot!

[idoweirdcrap]

Things I've said to my friends

the following things are mostly jokes, but there may be some trigger words so

ELMO LIKES BANGING MANEGUINS IN THE MIDDLE OF WALMART

Izzy: when I grow up

Izzy: I wanna be a football

Everyone: WHAT THE FUCK ISABELLE YOURE FOUR

Secretly you just want to be kicked and slapped by a big daddy

Izzy: my biggest dream…

Izzy: is to be sexually ABUSED

Everyone: IzzY NO

(i was the one who wrote that btw)

Im not that horny

…

On Saturdays

“suspicious moaning noises” Daddy…?

Just to make you uncomfortable MuRDeR

Whats for dinner daddy pig? BACON SNORT SNORT

Izzy:she knows im awak

Charlie: Lesbian Gay Bi Trans Queer Intersex AWAK

*sends multiple gifs of everything and anything to do with humping*

Good person? No. Questionable morales and a thirst for blood? tHe lINe wHeRE tHe SkY mEeTS tHe SEa IT CALLLSSS MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

WE HAD A BONDING MOMENT, I FUCKED YOUR MUM!

Isabella: my mum is about to come in, ill be back when she leaves charlie: hehe moaning noises

Uuh daddy

dELiCioUs cRAcK

get back to bed, babe

hIyUHhhHHhHHHHhhHhhHhH

put some paNTS ON BITCH AAAAAAAAH FIRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEe

A shark is on my bed!

Oh naur, our table, its broken!

EVERBODY STFU

Gotta love some good old crack

elmo likes bigggggggggggg cocks vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvveeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyyyyyyy bbbbbbbbbbbbbiiiiiiiiiiiigggggggggggggggggg like big bird... we like fucking in oscar's trach can and we bring rocko as a dildo somtimes cookie monster joins us for a threesome but obviously theres not enough room in the trash can for three, so ernie lets us borrow his tub sometimes osacar gets made that we stole his can, so he leans over to pull us out but grover ploughs his ass instead snd grab my good old friend manny the maanequin and its a 6some sometimes manny has friends then its an infinitysome everynight izzy everynight wow soRRY ELMO TOOK OVERR MY LAPTOP BELIEVE IT! I WAS FUCKING BIG BIRD ill kill you with the rocko dildo elmos dance is to fly, and zoom like a plane! but some days, grover ploughs his ass cuz he likes the pain! clap clap NOW I FEEL THE PAIN NOW for different reasoms, of couse moaning emoji

^^feel free to quote that randomly in my dms

shit fuck mcshitytitty fuck-face

[my username] changed the channel name: why julian so fucking kinky???

cuz being buff and all that big mommy thot shit

LIKE THAT WEIRD WHITE STUFF MY UNCLE SELLS ME AT THE PARK ACROSS TEH ROAD THAT HE TELLS ME TO SMELL coinkydick?

heehee

hddfaehfiwegfvwygvweiyrgcfblqiecgql

fuck me daddy

ok

i need to get my impulses under control

im sorry lmfao

dam arrowhead, aerobar, ogre romance, aromatherapy, apothecaries

A fic a wrote lmfao:

He awoke to a bag of chips in the face. “Eat up, bitch,’ said Char, throwing the bag from her bed across the room. “Made some breakfast.” “I appreciate the immense efforts, Char.” “I’ll have you know, I helped make them,” said Izzy from the next room over. “I bought them.” “Of course you did.” Juby rolled his eyes into the next dimension. But he still ate the chips. He’s not a complete monster, after all. “I’m heading out to get some dic… … …tionaries and coffee.” yells brianna, who was walking out the door. “Bye bitches!” “Love you Bri!” yelled Julian the obnoxious twink. “Bye, my daughter!” yelled Char, the obnoxious mother figure. “Bye.” mumbled Izzy, the gay emo cousin who didn’t give a shit. -char

CRACK KOGANE!

its giving gay

[thegameoflovetrilogy]

Remember the first time He kissed You? It was better than sex, wasn't it!?

Hi everyone. Guess who's back...back again! No, my name is not Shady, but I love  EMINEM. I hope you all had a great Valentine's Day and were reminded about love and being in love Love is beautiful, powerful, and dangerous...love can make you fly but it can also cut your wings. We all know this, but nothing can stop us once we get touched by Love. We go to the extreme just to hold a little longer to it. So I never try to make Love look bad instead I make a point of showing all these incredible moments that happen to all of us when we are in Love...as the first look, the first touch, the first time he calls you, and the best of all...the first Kiss!!! There's the nervous anticipation before it, the heart pounding with excitement and uncertainty. Then it happens, the lips meet, and time seems to stand still. It is a mix of joy, pleasure, fear, a moment that crats a memory, that will stay in your head long after the kiss is over.  I want to show you the moment I captured in my book when Nick kissed Isabelle for the first time. Here is a sneak peek ...

The taxi dropped her off in front of the Torch tower. She entered the building, and the doorman came towards her. “I’m here to visit Mr. Walters,” Isabelle said. “Yes, I know he has already called ma’am. And your name?” “Isabelle, Isabelle Lucardi.” “Would you like to wait for Mr. Walters here, or you prefer to go upstairs?” “I will wait upstairs, thanks a lot.” The door was locked. “Damn it.” She thought. It was too late to go back down. She didn’t want to make herself look stupid in front of the doorman plus she stank of cigarettes and alcohol. She sat down on the floor, resting her back against the wall. She was tired. She closed her eyes for a second and tried to remember the moment they’d shared in the club.

“Are you ok, Isabelle, wake up?” She could hear Nick’s voice coming from somewhere far, far away… He was calling her name. She tried to open her eyes. At first, it all looked quite blurry… He was on his knees, shaking her shoulders, and his voice was filled with worry. “Yeah, what’s happening?” she rubbed her eyes. “You scared me to death” he whispered and moved gently the hair from her eyes. “I fell asleep. Sorry, Nick. I was only waiting for you and didn’t want to be a problem babe. Sorry. I probably should have gone home… How long have I been there?” “About 10 minutes, but you were sleeping so deep, you weren’t moving. I thought something had happened to you.” She could see in his eyes he was telling the truth. It warmed her heart. She couldn’t resist the temptation, so she touched his face gently and pulled slowly his head to hers until their lips met in a passionate kiss. Right there, in front of his door, in the lobby of his building, he got to kiss her properly for the first time. They looked at each other and he kissed her again, slowly exploring her mouth and kissing the corners of her lips. “Let’s go,” he said and opened the door. He pulled her gently to him, brushed her hair from her face, and kissed her nose. She was silent, but he could see the fire starting to light up in her eyes. He kissed her slowly and smoothly until he heard the little roar of pleasure she gave. She didn’t know, if it was pleasure or pain, she knew only one thing for sure, his kiss gave her the biggest thrill her body had ever known. Too stunned to protest, she felt the strong sensation of him, the sound of his heartbeat against her breast, and the hardness of his body enveloping her with his heat. His lips were firm now upon hers with hungry demand. He kissed her deeper and deeper until he took her breath away and everything started to spin around her. It was only a kiss, she thought. It was just a kiss that sent a fire to her blood…What would happen after? The thought alone made her blood start to cook and made her shiver at the same time. His hands moved up on her shoulders, and he tried to take off her t-shirt. She pushed him away, managed somehow to stand up from the couch, and took his hand in hers. Her eyes were on fire her breath was short and her lips were swollen from his kisses. “This way,” he said and led her to the bedroom.

I hope you enjoyed this and made you feel like being kissed for the first time again. I am sure you all want to know, what happens next...Well, I am telling you no more about this night. You need to find out for yourself.  Just download the ebook and dive into it. I promise you, you will not be disappointed.

Thank you for reading my blogs and sharing your thoughts with me. Feel free to ask me any questions. I will be back soon to tell you more secrets about the Game of Love.

Love MaraJane

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[bytheangell]

Sick Day Stew

Flufftober Day 13 - Secret Family Recipe (Read on AO3)

"I'm sorry, Iz," Clary says between coughs. "I know you made reservations and you were all excited to go out tonight. There's just no way in getting out of bed, much less into the city."

Isabelle shakes her head. "Don't worry about it, Clary. You know I'm just happy to spend time with you, no matter what we're doing. And oh! I can cook for us!!"

Clary's expression flickers for just a moment but Izzy misses it, already looking at her phone to text Alec and ask him for the recipe she needs.

"We would always make this stew for my mom when she was sick and couldn't cook. It's perfect!" Izzy continues, beaming. She's always the tough one, and it'll be nice to get a chance to dote on Clary for a change when it's normally the other way around.

"I'm fine, really. Don't go out of your way to-"

"Nonsense! You just rest up and I'll bring some to your room when it's ready," Izzy says, giving Clary a quick kiss on the forehead before leaving the room.

Alec sends her the recipe and she gets to work immediately, finding most of what she needs in the Institute kitchen and improvising with a few things she's missing.

She’s nearly done when Magnus wanders into the kitchen.

“Magnus! What are you doing here?” Izzy asks, carefully stirring the pot in front of her.

“Just swinging by to visit your brother,” Magnus answers casually.

“In the kitchen?” Izzy questions, eyebrow raised.

“No,” Magnus laughs. “But when Alexander said you were making your famous stew I had to see how it compared to his.”

Izzy laughs as well, motioning for Magnus to grab a spoon and try whatever he wants. “Go for it! Mine is definitely going to be better. And if it isn’t you have to tell me because it’s for Clary so it has to be perfect.”

Magnus takes a clean spoon and dips in it, and Izzy watches his face carefully as he takes a sip. She notices that it’s a very, very small sip. She also notices the slight twitch at the corner of Magnus’ lips, though he keeps his expression mostly neutral otherwise.

“So?” Izzy prompts.

“Not bad,” Magnus says. “Definitely better than Alec’s,” he adds.

Izzy beams.

“Maybe just a pinch more pepper?” Magnus suggests. The pepper is behind her, so when Isabelle turns to find it she doesn’t catch the flash of Magnus’ magic as he moves his hand quickly over the pot before she can turn back around.

“You know what,” Magnus says, taking another taste. “I take it back. Leave it just like this.”

“Really?” Izzy asks.

“Really. Give it a taste, I think Clary’s going to love it,” Magnus insists.

Isabelle does, and she has to admit that it tastes really good. Better than she remembers, though it’s been a while since she last had it so that’s probably on her memory.

“Great. Time to bring some to Clary, then!”

“Tell Biscuit I hope she’s feeling better soon,” Magnus adds on his way out.

“I will,” Izzy promises, scooping a solid helping of the stew out into a large bowl for Clary.

Covering the bowl to keep it warm, she carries it carefully up to Clary’s room.

“Alright, let’s get some food in you, babe,” Izzy says, watching Clary slowly prop herself up in bed.

“I’m not that hungry…” Clary starts.

“Just a bite or two,” Izzy insists.

“Alright,” Clary relents, taking the bowl from Izzy. Clary slowly raises the spoon to her lips and takes a sip about as small as the one Magnus took. Isabelle watches as Clary hesitates, then looks pleasantly surprised. “Oh, wow. This is really good, Iz.”

“Don’t sound so shocked,” Izzy says with a laugh.

“I’m not,” Clary says quickly. Perhaps a bit too quickly, but Isabelle ignores it. “I just mean, you know how everything always tastes bad when you’re sick, you know? Because your taste buds are off. But this is good! Like, really good!”

Izzy beams. “Like I said. Perfect for sick days.”

“I never doubted you, baby.”

[hanniicore]

Something Spectacular

When was the last time you felt brave?

I wonder how someone could be so brave. I'm wondering how they manage to live their lives despite having serious issues and big problems. How could they be so brave?

BOOK REVIEW: Something Spectacular by April Avery

Isabelle Dizon, A straight business course student, a prudent lady, and a responsible daughter. But she felt something lacking. She frequently felt she was conforming to her parents' expectations of who she should be, and she began to wonder if that was truly what she desired. She's about to graduate Magna Cum Laude, until she realizes that the course she chose doesn't seem to be going anywhere—because the truth is, it's not the kind of life she wants to lead.

Until she met a group of people from a chronically underfunded, nearly dissolved university organization as her uncertainty and longing continued, The Arcadian. Six university students who taught her the value of friendship, the courage that comes with following her dreams, the importance of living in the moment, and how to live according to her will. They helped her change herself and discover who she is while creating Something Spectacular.

Six University students also known as "The Arcadian" are; Pia Marie Mendoza, the Editor in Chief; Charlie Alvarez, the Associate Editor; Andrea Samson, a correspondent; Stephen Dela Cruz, layout artist; Lawrence Mariano, photojournalist; and lastly, Gavin Nicholo Delos Reyes, the official graphic artist of The Arcadian.

Isabelle's decision to join Arcadian was not easy; her parents were vehemently opposed. But she took the risk. Isabelle is a very family oriented daughter. That's why I loved how her character develop over the months and years she and Arcadian were together. Even though he is rich, he is smart and knows how to get along with them. Until she met Gavin Nicholo.

Gavin thought her to be BRAVE and everything will be alright, and to be BRAVE enough to show her true self and true passion. Gavin thought her to speak up for herself, break the rules necessary, to make herself prioritize for once.

It's okay to let people in, expose your deepest fears and greatest hopes, and leave the place you caged yourself in to find where you belong.

Arcadians are all happy, until Gavin left without saying goodbye to his friends, especially to Isabelle. Arcadian looked everywhere just to find Gavin. Until they found a medicine called Procarbazine.

It is a chemotherapy medicine used for the treatment of Hodgkin's lymphoma and brain cancers.

On Saturday morning, a day after Isabelle found out about the medication, They found Gavin's father, who told them that Gavin dropped out of school because he needed to be in a hospital because he was suffering from a brain tumor.

"Babes." CHAPTER 32. That hurt me as a reader because that one word had a big impact on Isabelle. Isabelle became independent but dependent on Gavin Nicholo. How could Isabelle tell him that she hated him for making her that way? That she is breaking seeing him like that. On a hospital bed taking medication and has cancer.

Even though Gavin is in a wheelchair, he still gave them the warmest smile. Arcadian is the reason why Gavin is fighting. Isabelle is the reason why Gavin is scared of dying.

The Arcadian always visiting Gavin every weekend.

They went to the hospitals rooftop. Shouting their dreams while watching the stars. Until Gavin said..

"Good night" , "See you next weekend?"

yet, he died at 12:30 AM.

A few hours after shouting their dreams. A few hours after he said he had a great day and he wanted to rest.

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As a reader, I really find this story great. To be honest, this story made me cry for a week. And even though it's been almost years since I read it. it still hurts me.

It has a lot of life lessons. It encouraged me to always be brave. To always take risks and be yourself. That it's okay to be scared. That it's okay to feel, to cry, to range, and to mourn for emotions that have been hidden or dreams that are fading. We may be misfits, society's outcasts, but there's always a place where we belong with people who will understand.

People assume they have a lot of time. We often take things for granted because they will always be there. Life is short, and the universe is so vast. We are significant and insignificant at the same time.

Something Spectacular is about finding your true self in the midst of the noise of others telling you who you should be.

Anything could be an adventure..

See you next weekend..

[connorjesup]

There’s a character named Cliffhanger... (x)

[lenaswritingandstuff]

You're my gift | Antoine Griezmann x Female!Reader

Pairing: Antoine Griezmann x Female!Reader

Summary: y/n organize a surprise party for her husband's birthday.

Word Count: 745

Warnings: Fluff, English is not my first language!

A/N: I decided to quickly write something in honor of Antoine's 31st birthday (kid is getting old huh), so enjoy!

You were in your kitchen with your mother-in-law and sister-in-law, all preparing your husband Antoine’s birthday party. You were excited, as he didn’t know there was a party – you two officially agreed on just going to his favorite restaurant – and had no idea his family was here too. Your mother-in-law Isabelle was preparing the main dish while you and Maud were taking care of the cake – chocolate, Antoine’s favorite. You were really close to Antoine’s family ever since he introduced you to them, and you really liked having them coming over. Maud was a funny and energic girl and you two kept on chatting and laughing while baking.

“I hope he’ll like it,” you said, stress entering you mind.

“Of course, dear,” Isabelle said with a smile.

“We’re making his favorite meal, and we just came to Spain just for the occasion. If he doesn’t cry of joy, he’s gonna have serious problems I’m telling ya,” Maud said.

After two hours of cooking and baking, everything was basically ready. Antoine was supposed to come back from training in one hour, and guests were arriving in thirty minutes.

“We should go prepare ourselves,” you told Maud, and she nodded. “Go first, I’ll clean everything up.”

“Don’t worry y/n, dear, I’m on it,” Isabelle answered.

You tried to insist for several minutes but eventually gave up. Your mother-in-law sent you and Maud upstairs to get ready, and as you went from the kitchen to the living room you saw the rest of your in-laws – Antoine’s father and younger brother Theo – put decorations all around the room.

“What do ya think, y/n?” Theo smiled.

“It’s wonderful, thank you guys.”

“No problem, kiddo,” Alain said. “Don’t you sit back on the couch, boy, we’re not finished-”

You couldn’t help but laugh when you heard Theo sigh and complain – “Come on, dad, I’m tired” – and went upstairs. There were two bathrooms in your house, and you used the closest one to your room. You took a shower, put on a dress Antoine would like and you barely had finished your make-up when you heard the bell ring. You met Maud in the corridor and went to open the door. It was Karim Benzema, one of Antoine’s friends from the National French Team, and his wife.

“Hi y/n. What’s up?”

“Hey guys, thank you for coming!” you said as they entered. You hugged them both and they went to say hello to your in-laws. All the guests arrived – some of Antoine’s friends couldn’t make it because they had a match, and Antoine’s friends at Atletico were supposed to come later on, but you were thankful for those who came. You served drinks and talked with the guests when your suddenly heard a car in the street.

“Oh God, he’s here! Everyone, hide!”

“Theo, turn the light off,” Maud told him.

“I’ll cough to let you know when to come out, okay?”

They all nodded. The room went dark and everyone hid themselves where they could.

You heard the door open and Antoine coming in. You quickly prayed that he would like the surprise, and heard his voice.

“Babe, I’m home!”

Ousmane Dembélé touched your arm, silency asking you if they should come out.

“No”, you whispered, aloud enough for only him to hear you.

You wanted to wait for a few more seconds, just the time for Antoine to wonder where you were.

“Babe? Where are you?”

You coughed, and the second after, the light back on, and you the others just jumped out of their hiding place, screaming “Surprise!”

Antoine jumped in surprise, and a smile, that smile you loved so much, appeared on his face.

“Oh gosh,” he said.

“Happy birthday, babe!” you said, walking to him as someone put some music on.

Antoine kissed you and hugged you tight, and his family soon arrived to greet him.

“Happy birthday, son,” Alain said.

“Thank you guys.”

“You really had no idea?” Theo laughed.

“No! Whose idea is it?”

“y/n’s, of course! Who else?”

Antoine turned to you and put an arm around your waist.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I mean, I knew you missed a family and I thought your birthday was the perfect occasion for a surprise,” you said.

“Thank you, love.”

He kissed you on the cheek, and someone said that Antoine should open presents.

“Wanna open your presents?” you said in a low voice, your arms around his neck.

“You’re my gift,” he whispered before kissing you again.

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[my-shields-are-down]

Isabel/Rachel/Ashley meets Chenford kids 5/10 years down the line?

Ooh, this is a fun one! Thank you for this! I’ll do 3 separate posts. First up Rachel.

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Seeing them in person and seeing their family dynamic is so different than looking at the growing number of smiling faces on Lucy’s yearly Christmas cards.

Rachel came back to California when her dad’s condition began to worsen and hadn’t reached out to Lucy until recently. When Rachel opened up the door, Lucy put the baby carrier on the ground and leaned in to hug her friend. They broke apart after a long hug and smiled at each other with tears in their eyes.

“Tim is hanging out in the car, he wasn’t sure you wanted to see him.”

Rachel smiles and says, “tell the fool to come inside so he can argue football. My Marcus is a 49ers fan.” Lucy laughs and texts Tim to come along and join them. A few seconds later, Tim bounds up the steps - just as Rachel’s fiancé steps behind her. Marcus leans out to shake Tim’s hand, and says “Why don’t we go sit out back by the pool? I’ve put up the umbrella so we’ll be in the shade. “

Rachel and Marcus lead them through the house. Lucy, having spent many of her college breaks here noticed the updates - that wall removed to open the space, new gorgeous hardwood floors, big bay windows, and a landscaped back yard with flowering trees, a deck, outdoor kitchen and a pool. As they sit down, the baby starts to squawk and fuss. Tim instantly reaches down to grab the swaddled babe, grabs the bag and asks where the bathroom is.

“I know, right? He does everything and dotes on the lad and me. I had a rough go when he was born. The lad did not want to come out. 42 hours of labor - it was exhausting. I yelled at Tim - a Lot. So now, he’s making up for it. He bought a mini blender so he could practice making baby food. I think he’s overcompensating for his dad being a jackass to him. Tim is continually proving to himself he is not and will not be like him. As if that were even possible.”

Rachel smiles at Lucy. She looks so calm and serene and happy. Rachel was not surprised when she heard they got together, she always had an inkling. One of the many reasons she didn’t fight too hard when she was in New York.

In short order, Tim comes back and has the lad strapped to his front. All you could see were dark curls and tawny skin. He immediately walks back to Lucy leaning down so she can kiss the baby. They then smile at each other and say “love you” and then Tim sits down with one hand on his beer and the other on the baby. He also looks relaxed, content and joyously happy.

Tim turns to Marcus and asks, “Have we met before? You seem very familiar to me. “. Marcus laughs, you maybe saw me on tv recently or you have a distant memory of me repeatedly tackling you in that state final football game. Tim’s eyes got big and he laughed… “Wait, are you Marcus Scott? (Marcus nods). Oh wow. I’m a big fan! Your college and NFL careers were fantastic. You retired well before people expected you to, why? If you don’t mind my asking…” before Marcus can answer, Tim turns to Lucy and says, not only is his football career full of record breaking stays, but he raises money and builds schools and gives back to his community.”

Marcus shyly looks at Lucy and says. “Yes, I broke almost all of my idol’s records (Deion Sanders) and my mom instilled in me a serious work ethnic and love of my community. My mom knew Rachel’s Dad from back in the day and she introduced us. Our next project is a community center in Sweet Water - it’ll be named after Rachel’s dad. “. Marcus turns back to Tim and says, I left football when it hurt to walk. My knees were destroyed. He lifts a leg and said, both were replaced with titanium. I’m bionic now. I can turn on the charm when needed, so tv announcing was an easy move that pays me a lot of money so Rach and I can continue to contribute to the community but not get sucked into the madness of it.”

Marcus looked at Tim thoughtfully and said, “you’re him. You’re the one she was dating long distance when I met her. She told me her boyfriend was most likely in denial about the feelings he had for her friend (Lucy waved) who set them up.” Marcus started laughing like a little kid and came over and hugged Tim. Then said, “Thank you so much for not fighting for her. You made it super easy for me to win!”

Just then the boy strapped to Tim started to giggle.

Tim, carefully undid the straps and handed the bundle of laughter to his wife. Rachel and Marcus, please meet Patrick Kuaile Bradford. Kuaile is Chinese for joyful because he laughs all the time. He’s 6 months old now and laughs at everything, especially his dad. Patrick a/k/a “the lad” had inherited most of his mom’s traits - curly dark hair, tawny skin, big expressive eyes, but he has his dad’s blue eyes.

Lucy grabbed Tim’s hand and said to Rachel and Marcus, “thank you for reconnecting and inviting us to your lovely home. We wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you. “. Rachel grabbed Marcus’s hand and said, “Thank you for reconnecting and for coming to Dad’s funeral. He loved you so much. Also we wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you either.” Both couples kissed and the baby laughed and laughed.

[finelinevogue]

Thanks can you write something about one of the kids getting hate online from jealous people and how it affects them and what Harry and Y/N do

hello!! so this one is going to be about isabelle getting hate (😔), which you will find out why. i’m also changing the age gaps between them because it’s so hard to write with larger age gaps. so here isabelle is 16, felix is 19 and oli is 21!!

“Mum!”

You had been busy ironing the clothes downstairs, whilst watching ‘Call the Midwife’ on the TV, when you heard Felix shouting you from upstairs.

“What?” You shouted back, moving from the lounge to the bottom of the stairs to hear better.

“I think you should see this.”

When your children say things like this you either roll your eyes when you find out they wanted to show you a meme, or panic because some rumour has been spread all over the internet of them.

“Just hang on a minute!” Your attention diverted to the front door being opened harshly. Everyone else was already home but Belle, so it must’ve been her. It was a Wednesday today and Belle always had study group in the library after-school on a Wednesday, although today she was back a little earlier than normal.

You moved the latch off the porch door and opened it to welcome Belle home, watching as she threw off her high-top converse aggressively.

“Hiya love, you alr—” You didn’t get to finish before you saw that her eyes were red and puffy, tears streaming down her face like a cascading waterfall. Her mascara was smudged and made it look like she hadn’t slept for weeks. “Woah, hey, Belle?”

Belle didn’t listen to you though, instead she stormed past and ran up the stairs and a minute later you heard her bedroom door slam shut.

What the fuck was that about?

“Minute too late mum!” Felix shouted again, making you roll your eyes in annoyance. However, it did confirm that something had happened to Belle on social media or over the internet and you had to get Harry on top of this now.

You walked down the stairs, into your basement - which Harry had converted into a sound-proof studio - and saw him sat with a guitar on his lap and pencil between his teeth, playing around with chords on repeat.

“Babe?” You knocked on the door as you spoke, Harry looking up from where he was sat to you and smiling as bright as ever.

“You alright love?” He asked sweetly, taking the pencil out of his mouth first.

“I am yeah, but Belle’s just come home crying and shut herself in her room.” You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to work through everything that had happened and wondering whether you’d done something or not done something.

Harry instantly got to his feet, putting everything down so that he could come over to you. He placed his warm hands on your cheeks and kissed your lips once just because, “I know what you’re thinking, so stop it. Something’s probably happened at school. Let me go talk to her, okay?” You nodded in agreement and sighed in thanks.

Belle had always been more of a daddy’s girl than a mommy’s girl, and that was okay. It just meant that she was more open to her feelings and her heart with her dad than you, not to say she never talked to you about things like that. Harry always filled you in on things, though, and would prompt you to talk to her if he thought extremely necessary. Belle liked to work things out by herself normally, not liking to be a burden to anyone - a lot like you actually.

Harry walked out of the room and climbed the stairs two at a time until he made it outside Belle’s room. He knocked before entering, but Belle made no sound for him to enter.

“Belles?” Harry asked softly, shutting the door and walking over to her bed which she was curled up on. She had obviously flopped on the bed and began crying, because there was no sign of effort to get under the covers or get comfortable.

“D-dad?” She mumbled roughly, her choked sobs holding her back.

“Yes sweetheart, i’m here.” Harry sat down on the edge of her bed and sat their patiently. He didn’t want to invade her space or make her feel claustrophobic, so he waited for her to come to him and that didn’t take long. She sprang up and hugged him with her head buried against her dad’s chest, sobbing so violently that Harry’s heart cracked in two. He hated to see his baby cry. It was his biggest weakness.

Belle made an attempt to speak but Harry couldn’t understand due to the shear heaviness of her cries.

“Belles, y’gotta calm down for me, my heart. Gotta breathe it out before you make yourself sick.” He smoothed his hand over the back of her hair, like he’d always done. Her breathing ever-so-slowly coming back down to a normal and healthy pace. “That’s it, thank you.” He kissed the top of her head and held her tightly still.

“Dad?” She shakily started.

“Yes love.”

“Do y-you know?” She sat up so she could face her dad, bur Harry didn’t let his hands leave hers.

“Know what, sweetheart?”

Harry genuinely didn’t know and Belle could see that in his honest, kind, eyes.

“T-that…” Belle started tearing up again, her bottom lip wobbling like sailors legs.

“Hey, calm down. You’re okay. Breathe and then talk to me, okay?” Harry ordered her, not caring if this took all night. He was here for his baby girl whenever and wherever, no exceptions. If she didn’t ever tell him, that was okay as long as he helped her build up her happiness again. A few deep breaths later and she was feeling more comfortable.

“I..,” she paused momentarily to collect her words before letting them flow out beautifully, “i’m gay dad.”

Warmth spread through Harry’s heart as if he were torch that’d just been set alight. He could only put the way he felt into one word; proud. He was so proud that his daughter was turning into the loving and open and beautiful woman she was always born to be. He was also just so happy that she had the confidence in him to tell him something so important to her.

“I’m so proud of you, Belle.”

“Really?” She sounded surprised, which made Harry take a step back in confusion.

“Yes of course,” Harry squeezed her hand just a little tighter, “have I ever given you a reason to think otherwise?”

“No.”

“Then where’s this doubt coming from hey?”

Belle began to cry again at his question.

“T-the media found out and i-it’s been published everywhere a-and I w-was worried I wouldn’t b-be able to tell you myself b-before they could. They’re being s-so rude too.” Her cries broke Harry all over again. As much as he was proud of her for coming out so bravely, he was incredibly pissed off that the media thought it was there business to pass around before Belle was even comfortable admitting it first. It’s Belle’s right to come out when she wants and how she wants and Harry could understand how frustrating and upsetting that must be to have it all taken away. He had to keep calm for Belle though, pulling her back into his chest to hold her safely.

“What are they saying?”

Anger bubbled through Harry’s veins as she began to speak.

“That i’m only gay to promote the values you stand for or that you’ll be disappointed that not all your children are straight.”

Harry’s fingers curled at her words, not understanding how much of a low-life you have to be to genuinely type and publish these things about a child, let alone his child. He was furious and he was going to burn - metaphorically - the people responsible for this abuse.

“How did they find out?”

Instead of her saying anything she pulled up a picture of the article online - released by ‘The Sun’ unsurprisingly as they were the worst for paparazzi stalking - and it all started to piece together.

The article headlined a picture of Belle and another girl, kissing outside of school. The study group mustn’t have been exclusively studying. Harry didn’t focus on the shitty article, he instead focused on how the smile on Belle’s face was the widest he’d ever seen.

“You look very happy.” Harry tried to make light of the situation for his daughter.

“I am. They make me very happy.” Belle blushed and Harry caught on.

“And they’re called?”

“Megan.”

“Megan,” Harry repeated the name, getting a feel for the way it sounded for future use, “well they seem lovely.”

“Dad you’ve only seen them through a picture of us kissing.” Belle rolled her eyes and Harry reached out to dab the tears away, not minding that his sleeve was becoming heavily damp.

“Shut up you,” he laughed causing a smile to leap onto Belles face too, “do we get to meet them?”

“Hopefully,” Belle smiles, before looking down to her lap with furrowed brows, “that is, if they still like me after this whole media shambles.” Belle let out a breathe of shaky air and Harry caught her anxiety before she could let herself run off with it.

“Let me take care of that, don’t worry yourself over it, okay?” Belle nodded.

“Do I have to make like a statement or anything?”

“You do whatever you want to, Belles, and i’ll love you no matter what.”

And with that Harry left the room, a smile on his face for feeling like the proudest most happiest parent on the planet. It only lasted a few minutes though, because now it was time to make some phone calls and sue a few people.

[khaleesiofalicante]

This is War - A Crack Fic

All the chaotic, horny energy today had to be channelled somewhere, right? 

You can read the fic here on ao3 too :)

Central park was a vision to behold. There were no mundanes within sight. The warlocks had made sure to glamour the entire area just for today.

“We are not shadowhunters,” Ragnor had said. “We don’t half ass things.”

He of course had left immediately after securing the parameter saying he didn’t want to be involved in another one of Magnus’ childish squabbles.

“Welcome everyone,” Simon said, standing on a podium hadn’t been there before. Where was that from?

“Why is he wearing a robe?” Helen whispered to her wife. Aline just shrugged.

“For far too long we have been trying to settle this debate,” Simon said in a deep voice that was not that deep. “But today, we must settle on an answer.”

Jace rolled his eyes. “Can we get to the good part?”

“Jace, you promised you’ll let me have my moment!” Simon hissed at him and then cleared his throat. “Today we will decide the most pressing crisis of our time. Who broke the coffee maker in the Lightwood-Bane household?”

“Wasn’t me,” Magnus shrugged. “If I did, then I would have fixed it immediately. It was obviously Alec.”

“Liar!” Alec gasped. “I love coffee. I love that coffee maker. Why would I break it?”

“Well, to love is to destr-” Jace spoke up.

“Honey, not now,” Clary shushed him.

“Listen, the kids can’t obviously reach the coffee maker yet,” Magnus pointed out. “And I’m not the one who takes out my frustration on inanimate objects. I mean we all know what happened to the kettle in the institute.”

There was a soft murmur from the shadowhunters of the New York institute.

“I WAS HAVING A BAD DAY!” Alec argued.

“Just admit you broke the coffee maker, Alec,” Magnus said.

“I didn’t do it!” Alec replied. “You’ve always been jealous of the coffee maker.”

Magnus snorted. “Jealous? Me? Pfft. You’re the one who is obsessed enough with the darn thing to name it.”

“Treat lightly, Magnus,” Alec said. “Charles is already dead. Why would you-”

“ENOUGH!” Simon said into the microphone. When did he get that? “Like I said, this childish argument has gone for too long. Today we will settle it like the civilized adults that we are.”

Simon bent down and picked up a giant gun.

“PAINTBALL FIGHT, Y’ALL!” he yelled.

Everybody started cheering – with way too much enthusiasm for a Monday morning.

“Alright. Magnus, Alec – whoever loses the game will agree that they broke the coffee maker, and we will put this whole thing behind us and move on. Do you agree to these terms?”

Magnus and Alec looked at each other and then nodded at Simon.

“Alright!” Simon grinned. “Pick your teams!”

Little Rafe ran towards Magnus.

Alec gasped. “Betrayed by my own blood.”

Max ran towards Alec. “We are going to win. I always win.”

Alec grinned at that. “I pick Jace.”

Jace grinned back and ran up to his parabatai. “Ohhhh y’all are so going down.”

Magnus laughed. “We’ll see about that, blondie. I pick Emma.”

“Oh damn,” someone said from the crowd.

“Emma, this is a paintball fight,” Alec pointed out. “You can’t use Cortana.”

“Don’t worry, it’s just for emotional support,” she said with a wicked gleam.

“Alright,” Alec said. “I pick Julian.”

“Isabelle,” Magnus called.

“KIT!” Alec yelled.

“TIBERIUS!” Magnus thundered.

“Count yourself lucky that it’s daytime,” Alec said. “Otherwise, I would have called Lily and she would have destroyed all of you!”

“Already making excuses for your imminent failure?” Magnus chuckled. “I choose Helen and Aline!”

“You can’t pick them both!” Alec argued.

“I can and I just did,” Magnus winked.

“Yeah, Helen and I won’t fighting in opposing sides,” Aline shrugged. “Sorry, Alec.”

“I got the lesbians!” Magnus laughed. “You are going down, Alexander.”

“You wish,” Alec said and whistled. Diego showed up behind him. “I got the Inquisitor!”

“Clarissa,” Magnus said. “The Angel’s chosen one.”

“Babe,” Jace said. “You can’t!”

“Everything is fair in love and war,” Clary shrugged, pointing a gun that was bigger than her. “And this is war, biatch!”

“Kieran!” Alec called and the unseelie king materialised from some corner and ruffled Max’s hair.

“Mark!” Magnus called.

“Cris-”

“Oh no you don’t,” Cristina lifted her finger warningly. She was perched on top of a tree. “I’m not going to be a part of this madness. I got a medicine kit right here. So, if anyone needs me, just holler, okay?”

“And I will excuse myself as the referee of course,” Simon pointed out. “Alright. Standard paintball rules apply. No serious injuries. If you get shot, then you’re off the game. Last team standing wins. And no runes or downworld powers. We are gonna fight mundane style.”

“YAS!” Kit cheered, already cuddling his paintball gun.

“Alright then,” Simon waved a flag. Where did he get THAT from? Did he have a bag of equipment just lying around?

“LET THE BATTLE OF THE COFEE MAKER BEGIN!” Simon yelled.

And then there was chaos.

The warlocks – mostly Ragnor – had changed the area into a paintball area. There were places to hide behind and attack from. It was really elaborate. Maybe Ragnor had more fun designing this space than he had let on.

“Alright,” Alec said to his team. “Let’s keep this simple. Take down anyone you see.”

“Anyone? What about our significant others?” Jace asked. “Do we shoot them down too?”

“Of course not!” Alec chastised. “We are not animals! Is that clear?”

“Yes, Consul!” everyone yelled.

“I DON’T CARE IF THEY ARE YOUR BOO OR YOUR BAE, THEY ARE GOING DOWN,” Magnus said to his team. “FIND YOUR SIGNIFICANT OTHERS FIRST. THEY WILL NOT EXPECT YOU TO STRIKE! USE THAT TO YOUR ADVANTAGE! THERE ARE NO SIGNIFICANT OTHERS. ONLY SIGNIFICANT ENEMIES. IS THAT CLEAR?”

“YES CAPTAIN!” they all cheered.

They all broke out and ran to find their targets.

It wasn’t even five minutes since the game had begun and Kit ran straight into Ty.

“Hey,” Kit waved.

Ty pounced and pinned Kit to the ground. He pointed his gun at his boyfriend.

“Alec said we can’t hurt our significant others,” Kit put up his arms.

“Our captain said no such thing,” Ty replied. “You’re not-…Why are you grinning? I got you pinned down.”

“It’s my favorite place to be,” Kit smiled. “I open my eyes and there you are. You’re beautiful.”

“Stop flirting with me when I’m trying to fight you,” Ty blushed and then held out his hand. “Fine. I didn’t see you and you didn’t see me.”

Kit winked at him and ran away.

Mark and Kieran found each other next.  They both held their guns at each other – neither of them shooting.

“This is childish,” Kieran pointed out. “I’m already bored.”

“Wanna go sit on that tree and hang out with Cristina?” Mark winked.

Kieran grinned and the two of them ran away too.

Helen and Aline looked at them and shrugged.

“We could just live stream the whole thing,” Helen pointed out. “Lily would like to see this.”

“I don’t know what that means but if that’s what you want to do and that’s what we shall do,” Aline smiled and and kissed her wife.

“Clary,” Jace said in relief when he saw her. “Thank god! I thought someone-”

There was sudden pain in his chest and he looked down to notice the big green splotch on this t-shirt.

“You...You shot me,” Jace said, sounding hurt.

“Jace, I’ve already stabbed you in the past and you once set me on fire,” Clary rolled her eyes and ran away to find her next target. “Get with it!”

“JULIAN ATTICUS BLACKTHORN,” Emma yelled and ran towards him. “YOU’RE GOING DOWN.”

“Not today,” he winked at her.

Emma blushed furiously just before attacking him. It wasn’t easy. Emma was skilled at close range combat, but Julian knew all her weak spots. So, they were even.

They wrestled for a while before Julian pinned her to the ground. He was breathing hard, his pupils dialed.

“I’m sorry, but this is strictly business,” he shrugged with a mischievous grin.

“But we are still on for tonight, right?” Emma asked. “I finally got a reservation at that Italian place you like.”

Julian’s eyes softened a litte. “You did?”

“Yes,” Emma smiled and hooked her legs on his ankles and flipped them in the blink of an eye. She shot him on the stomach and kissed him on his lips. “See ya at seven!”

Unlike everyone else Isabelle was not going to be fooled or manipulated by her significant other. Thank the Angel Simon wasn’t a part of this. She really liked the feel of the paintball gun in her hands. It was huge, powerful, messy and colorful too. Her kind of weapon.

She ran around the park and took down the others mercilessly. There were only a few of them remaining now – everyone else had already been shot.

But not Isabelle.

She didn’t care about the coffee maker of course. The argument was a ridiculous one.

She just wanted to win.

In the distance, she saw Emma take down Kit and Diego shoot Ty. She was off to destroy the Inquisitor when she had a familiar cry.

“Baby,” she ran to him. “My little blueberry muffin. Are you okay?”

“I fell,” Max sobbed. “Somebody pushed me.”

“Tell me who did this and I will-”

“ISABELLE DON’T!” she heard Magnus yell.

But it was too late.

There was a giant blue splotch on her white blouse.

“Max?” she asked in betrayal.

The boy just giggled and ran away.

In this distance, she now saw Diego covered in red, with a very satisfied Rafael hanging upside down from a tree.

And then the rest of them went feral.

“Surrender, Alexander,” Magnus said an hour later, holding up his gun, which was covered in glitter. “Everyone on your team is down.”

“Well, I don’t see anyone from your team standing either,” Alec pointed out.

“I still am,” Magnus said.

“So am I,” Alec replied.

“Give it up, Alexander!”

“Never,” Alec said adamantly. “This is for the coffee maker. I loved it so much!”

“Then you shouldn’t have broken it,” Magnus argued.

“I didn’t!” Alec said in frustration. “I love it so much because…because that’s the first thing you bought for me.”

“Oh,” Magnus said, the grip on his gun softening lightly.

“I know you have bought me so many expensive gifts but the coffee maker…it’s always been my favorite. I remember walking into your apartment one day, we weren’t even properly back together then, and you just bought it for me.”

“Well, you drink a lot of coffee,” Magnus grumbled.

“Yeah and you noticed. And you got me something so I wouldn’t feel weird in your apartment. You bought it so make me so comfortable. That’s when I realized I really, really like you.”

Magnus blushed a little. “Well, then now it sounds stupid to think you broke the thing.”

“That’s because I didn’t, Magnus!”

“Well, I didn’t either!” Magnus put up his hands. “In fact, the day it broke, I wasn’t even home. I was in the spiral labyrinth all day.”

“I know! I wasn’t home either! I had to go to the Mexico institute for an emergency meeting, so I called Jace to babysit the ki-”

They both stared at each other.

“JACE LIGHTWOOD HERONDALE!” Magnus’ voice boomed across the park. “DID YOU BREAK ALEC’S COFFEE MAKER?”

Jace was sweating. “Listen, I was gonna say something and then y’all started fighting and it was very awkward, and I was looking for the right time and then Simon came up with this idea and I thought 'hey we haven’t done a fun group activity in a long time and so why not?', ya know?”

Magnus and Alec looked at each other.

“Everybody,” Alec called. “Change of plans. Attack my parabatai.”

“AND SHOW NO MERCY!” Magnus yelled.

[by-kilian]

HI Kw!, hope you have a nice day and if you don't mind, i've been trying lately to build a character of my own, but i uterlly fail. I've really, really tried to just.. maker her unique?, but i end up making all the characters just the same behavior, same ways of talking just in everything!. So may i ask if you share with us -if u dont mind- how did u write kilian this well?, how did u come up with her? , and how do you just understand your characters.

Hey babes! I'd be happy to answer this for you ❤️I'll blabber on about it under the cut.

Well first of all, thank you for the kind words 😭❤️. I worked really hard to develop Kilian as a three-dimensional character. To answer how I came up with her, I was able to create her because I was inspired by Villanelle from Killing Eve. I found her fascinating, complex, and fun to explore but I didn't want Killian to be the same character as Villanelle, and she's not. In so many more ways, Kilian is more evolved than V may ever be (no shade), and that is what makes her unique to my story. I was really pleased to see a lot of you who watched that show who said that while you could see the similarities between the two, the two women were not the same and that's what I wanted.

In regards to writing Kilian well (thank you again ❤️), that comes from understanding her on a deep level. I understand all of my characters on a deep level because I know 3 things: their wants, their weaknesses, and their needs. It's better explained in these videos but it is the fundamental part of good character creation, and I'd even argue good storytelling. John Truby even says the best stories arise when plot comes FROM character, and not the other way around. What that means to me is that characters are their own unique people who make decisions (as you asked) based off of their wants, weaknesses and/or fears. All of the decisions they make derive from these things.

For example, in "Love, Don't Be Shy," Levi's want is to bury himself in work because his weakness is that he doesn't want to deal with his actual life (Isabel growing up, Kenny dying, etc.), and in meeting Kilian and having his life upended by her, he is forced to face the need in his life; which is to deal with all of those things upfront, be more vulnerable, and learn to leave working at MI6 behind because he winds up seeing how meaningless it all actually was to him.

Everything Levi does comes from his want AND his weakness. There are a few times in the story where he's even punished for his decisions, too, further pushing him to face the inevitable. There was one moment where Kenny was doing really well, and rather than spending time with him, Levi chose to chase Kilian instead. The next time he saw Kenny, Kenny had been intubated and things were taking a turn for the worse and Levi is gutted over it. That is writing from character. If you think about it, it's really human. We make choices everyday based on what we want, what we fear--and then we face the consequences of those things--which can be good, neutral, or bad.

I understand my characters because I understand those three things. They make their own decisions because those three things are the driving forces of their character development, thus, how they behave. This is why they end up having minds of their own because no matter how I may want the story to go, the characters' drives to do what they need to do surpasses my need to say what I want to say. It sounds insane since it all stems from my mind essentially @ the end of the day anyway 😂🤣 but basically, they overpower what I want because they are not me. They're them. They have their own stories to tell, I'm just the vehicle of delivering it. Character arcs are hard to write, but there's a lot of info out there on how to do it.

And regarding giving characters their own voices and behaviors, that's something you learn over time. I encourage you to find actors you really like, actresses, or even people IRL.

What do they sound like when they talk? Do they have an accent--Kilian's real life muse does--if they do, what is it and what does that tell you about them? What quirks do they have in their speech and what does that tell you about them? For example, Levi is really short and to the point. That says so much about who he IS as a person that I shouldn't even have to explain it! Do your characters have nervous ticks like Eren, who is always scratching his temple because he's unsure?

I'd also encourage you to google character sheets. I don't use them but I know many people find them useful. Really flesh characters out! Think of them as people you know. No two people you know are the same no matter how similar they are.

I hope this helps. Lmk if you have any more questions!! :3 And have a beautiful day, thanks for being so sweet ❤️

[lupin72]

Pretty Damn Lucky

Anon asked for a fic where ‘Lucy is pregnant and is freaking out because no one knows that she and Tim are even dating. How would they react and how would they tell   everyone at work?’ This wasn’t something I had given any thought to before but I hope it worked out okay!

Lucy stood frozen, staring at her reflection in the mirror before her. Her arms braced her weight against the sink. If it hadn’t been there to stop her fall, she wasn’t sure she would still be standing. She was alone in the precinct bathroom. Alone, that was, apart from the positive pregnancy stick in the sink.

What was she going to do?

She had only been dating Tim for four months. No one even knew about it yet. He was a sergeant at the station, and she hadn’t been fully qualified a year. They wanted to wait it out. With any luck, she could prove herself as a cop first and then everyone else could know.

The baby inside her clearly had other ideas.

Lucy had only taken the test on a whim. They had always been safe. Hadn’t they? But when she was sick this morning and with her period now two weeks late, she had thought she should. Just in case.

It wasn’t just in case anymore.

Ten minutes passed before she found it in her to make her way to roll call. Her walk was casual as she could make it, her facial expression somewhat neutral. Lucy sat at her usual seat. And then Tim walked in and any composure she had scraped together shredded into nothing. He didn’t smile at her like a normal boyfriend would have. Instead, as their eyes met, he merely nodded in pleasant hello before he sat down in his seat. Right next to hers.

As had become their custom, the one small grace they allowed themselves, Tim slouched just enough that his knees were far enough apart so that his left one bumped Lucy’s right. It rested there. It was the only point of contact they allowed themselves when on shift. Sure, they might escape for a brief conversation in passing in the corridors but with an audience, this was as much as they dared push it.

Usually, the brush gave her goosebumps. The secret relationship could be hot in its own way. Today it sent her stomach somersaulting.

They hadn’t discussed children. Hell, they hadn’t discussed anything about their relationship past keeping it a secret for now. Everything was very much for now.

How was she going to tell him?

That choice was pushed when Jackson had to drop Lucy back off at the station mid-way through their shift. She had thrown up a grand total of four times and no matter how she tried to insist she was fine; Jackson was having none of it. She knew he was right. She couldn’t work in the condition she was in.

Lucy wasn’t ready to acknowledge that pretty soon she wouldn’t be in the field at all. She was only freshly qualified and yet it was all about to blow up in her face. She knew she wanted the baby, hadn’t doubted that since she saw the test. But that didn’t mean she was ready for all the consequences.

As she stood in the bullpen, just about to turn for the locker room her phone beeped.

Tim- are you okay? Heard you were sick on shift. Come up to my office before you go?

Lucy smiled at the message. He was caring, if a little overprotective sometimes. He had always toed the line when it came to her. He had admitted, during a late night drinks at hers, that he had let his feelings control his actions when she was kidnapped. That he knew he would jump in front of any bullet meant for her and would never try to train that instinct away. He wasn’t happy when she admitted she felt the same for him.

But they were working on it. Working on his trust both in her and in the fact that this wasn’t going to go wrong. Lucy knew he feared it. Knew he was full of so much fear from his relationship with Isabel and then with Rachel. Two long term partners that had left him in the dust.

She just hoped this wouldn’t ruin their shot too. Not that she thought it would, she realized, as she finished getting changed and made her way to Tim’s office. He would make a great dad. And she thought they would make a good go of it together. It was whether that was what he wanted, whether he was 100% ready for it, that made her falter as her hand rose to knock.

She noticed the blinds were already drawn, something he usually did when she was inside. Gathering her strength, she told herself that it didn’t matter. She wanted this and she had to be honest with him.

She knocked.

Tim was at the door in a second. He pulled her in by the hand and hastily closed the door. As soon as it was, that marker of the outside world now securely gone, he cupped her head in his hand and smiled down at her.

“You okay, baby?” he asked.

The pet name almost made her threatening tears spill over. He didn’t use them often, but every now and then a babe or a baby slipped out. She loved it, a fact that he knew. But it was too much right now.

“Lucy?” She still hadn’t responded, and the worry lines grew deeper on his face.

“Maybe you should sit down?” Lucy suggested, turning from him and making her own, shaky way to his desk. She couldn’t find it in her to sit and instead gripped the back of the chair.

“Okay you’re officially freaking me out here. What’s going on?” Tim asked. He made his way round to his seat, but she noticed he didn’t sit down either.

“I um,” Lucy paused and then, summoning all the courage she had left she looked up and met his eye. “I’m pregnant.”

Tim collapsed into the seat.

Minutes passed, painfully long minutes. Tim’s hands rose to rub at his face, covering most of his reaction from view but Lucy caught a good enough glimpse to see that all color had drained from him.

Her heart plummeted.

And then he looked up, the hands came away and, was that a threat of a smile?

“I’m sorry, I just. Wow.” Tim cleared his throat and pushed himself to his feet again. He began to pace the room. “I just never expected… How far along are you?”

“A month, I think, maybe nearing two? I was late, but as you know that happens sometimes, but then I was sick this morning, so I thought I should check. Tim are you okay?”

Tim spun immediately to face her again. This time the smile was on full show. “Sorry,” he quickly apologized and in three long, fast strides he was before her, hands on her shoulders. “I’m happy Lucy. Shocked, but happy. I am on board with this one hundred percent. That is,” he paused, seeming to catch himself, “if you are?”

Lucy felt herself smiling, despite the fact her hands were still shaking. “Yes,” she breathed.

And then his lips were on hers.

They decided to wait until Lucy had been to the doctor before they told the precinct. Thankfully, she didn’t have to wait long for an appointment and two weeks later they were both, this time, standing outside an office. Only this time it was Captain Grey’s. It had made sense to come clean to him first, to understand fully how the department wished to handle both Lucy’s maternity, her field work and the fact they were dating at all. Neither one of them expected Grey to have too much of a problem but there were people above him to be considered. And the rumor mill of the precinct too.

Grey called them in.

Looking up from his mountain of paperwork, he greeted them. “Sergeant Bradford oh and Officer Chen, what can I do for you?”

He looked confused, Lucy thought, but there was also something else he wasn’t fully hiding. Some other reaction to seeing them both walk into his office together.

“Sir, I just want to say that what we are about to tell you never has had, nor will ever have, any effect on how myself or Officer Chen perform our jobs. We are capable officers and I think we have both proven that.”

Grey frowned, “Out with it Bradford.”

“We’re together,” Lucy answered, “in a relationship I mean.”

It wasn’t the script they had rehearsed but the words escaped Lucy before she could hold them back.

Grey’s eyes narrowed, in a half-hearted look of anger, for all of one second before a smile broke out on his face.

“Well, I do believe I am owed at least thirty dollars.”

That wasn’t the answer they had been expecting.

“Excuse me, sir?” Tim stuttered from beside Lucy.

“You two have not been anywhere near as secretive as you thought. I didn’t think it made sense to tell you, since plausible deniability meant none of us would have deal with the consequences of this,” he gestured between them, “and I had been watching to check that it wasn’t affecting either of your performance, but I guess we will have to deal with it now. If I might ask, what changed? Why come clean now?”

Lucy swallowed, her hand rising unconsciously to her stomach. It was all the answer Grey needed.

“Ah, well,” the smile on his face impossibly grew. He rose to his feet and clapped Tim on the shoulder. “Congratulations to you both.”

Tim awkwardly cleared his throat again, but this time Lucy could see that he was positively beaming. She felt her own smile grow.

“Thank you,” she told Grey. “What happens now?”

“Well, I’ll have to let the superiors know and it might limit the work you two can do together in the future. I don’t think I have to tell you how the fact Tim was your TO might affect your career since you both had the sense to try to hide this.”

Lucy nodded, “I know, I’m ready to face it. But maybe you could let us tell some people first? West and Nolan don’t even know yet.”

“I wasn’t going to announce it at the next roll call Officer Chen,” Sergeant Grey laughed. Lucy really couldn’t be any more shocked. “It’s your news to tell. I’ll try to keep it as quiet as I can.”

Lucy parked her car outside Angela’s house. Pausing, she turned to Tim. They had a deal since they started dating that she got to drive her own car. It always felt weird seeing him the passenger side.

“Ready for this?” She asked him. They had discussed how Angela might have his head for not telling her sooner, both about them being together and the baby.

Tim nodded. Lucy could tell that he was doing his best to look grim, as though he really was daunted, but she could feel the excitement rolling off him in waves.

This was the first friend they would get to tell together. They had decided to tell Angela first, both because of Tim’s fear and because Lucy had admitted that it would be nice to get some advice before they went completely public. After all, Angela had hid her own pregnancy out of fear of the repercussions so Lucy could do with speaking to someone who understood.

Tim placed his hand on Lucy’s knee and leaned towards her.

“This isn’t going to be easy,” he whispered, “But I’ll do everything I can to make it easier for you. I know I have it easier being the man and being sergeant, but you know I’m willing to ask for a transfer if things get tough.”

Lucy smiled at him and felt her eyes water. Stupid hormones, “I know.”

With that Tim turned and opened his door, “That’s if you protect my head in there, she won’t risk throwing things at a pregnant woman. You might be my only hope of making it out alive.”

Lucy laughed and together they walked to the house.

Angela opened at their knock. She appeared in the door frame with her sleeping son Jake and a wide smile on her face.

“Tim,” she beamed at seeing him first, “And Lucy?”

Lucy smiled, “Hey Angela.”

Angela looked confused but she invited them in.

“Sorry for the mess, you wouldn’t believe what he can get into.”

Angela fluttered around trying unsuccessfully to tidy some of the debris with one hand, but Tim put a hand to her shoulder. “It’s alright, there’s no need.”

“So what brings you two here?” She asked, seeming to have given up.

“We have something to tell you,” Tim began. The excitement had faded slightly, and Lucy could tell he was getting nervous just by one glance at his clenched jaw.

Angela looked between them. “Go on.”

“We’re,” Lucy looked up at Tim and felt unable to continue.

“We’re together,” Tim announced, keeping it simple and wrapping his arm around Lucy’s waist as though to confirm it.

Angela burst out laughing.

“Seriously Bradford? You interrupt my child’s nap all so you can tell me that?”

At their obvious looks of confusion, Angela clarified, “I know. Everyone knows.”

Tim spluttered. Lucy took a step toward her, “We thought Grey was exaggerating. What do you mean everyone knows? No one’s said anything to us?”

“That’s because no one knew for sure. You think they would risk getting into trouble with a sergeant for spreading rumors? People talk, but no one was brave enough to let it get back to either of you.”

Tim sighed and Lucy felt her own wave of relief. If people knew but no one had made a deal of it, then she might just escape the stereotype and the judgement. Maybe. Then again, they were more than just hooking up.

“That’s not all we had to tell you,” Lucy continued. She had said the words twice, once to Tim and once to the doctor. It still felt unreal, but she felt herself speak them again. “I’m pregnant.”

Angela let out a whoop loud enough to wake Jake. She cursed and immediately started to rock him, gave up after ten seconds, and ran instead to pull them into a hug. “I’m so happy for you both, congratulations.”

After a few minutes of pleasantries Lucy turned to Tim. “Think you could maybe give us a minute?”

“Why don’t you take Jake out back? He’s got a thing for birds it might calm him down.” Angela suggested.

Tim looked hesitantly between them. Lucy tried to give him a reassuring smile and it must have worked for he sent his own her way and moved to pick up Jake.

The sight of them together had Lucy’s stomach fluttering, her heart pounding in her chest. Jake stopped crying as Tim cradled him and she couldn’t help but think about what a great father he would make.

“He’s going to be a great dad,” Angela said, as though reading Lucy’s mind.

“Yeah, he is,” Lucy agreed.

“You’re going to make a great mum too.”

Lucy ducked her head and resisted the urge to disagree.

“The fear is normal, it gets a bit easier. Then they are here, and it comes right back at you again,” Angela advised. “But you get through it.”

Lucy smiled, “You’ve been a great mum to Jake, I don’t know how you two did it with both your careers and everything else.”

“It hasn’t been easy, but you make it work. You don’t have much choice really. But he’s been a blessing. I remember how scared I was when I found out. It was the day after Nolan was accused. And the day I got promoted. I was so scared that I would always be seen as the pregnant detective, given the lighter case load, forever seen as the weak link. So, we hid it. And judging by the fact you’ve kept your relationship quiet this long, I’m guessing you are considering hiding it too?”

Lucy nodded, “I don’t want to be judged either. It will be hard enough when everyone finds out me and Tim are together but this-”

Angela’s smile grew, “I told you, everyone worked that out long ago. And this baby of yours could actually help matters. It shows you are serious, and the fact you are becoming a family shows that you fell in love. Tim isn’t your direct superior anymore and you got together long after he was. There’s not much they can say to that. And even if they do, you get over it. Trust me I’m dating a defense attorney, I know all about it.”

Lucy laughed at the last part, “Thank you Angela.”

“No problem, now, not that I don’t trust him, but I think we should rescue Tim. Jake can get fussy if I’m not in the room.”

They decided to tell Jackson and John next. Lucy had arranged to meet them for drinks after shift. Tim was supposed to join them, but he got a call last minute and had to work overtime. Being a sergeant on patrol had its downfalls.

So, Lucy met the boys on her own. She shouldn’t have been nervous, or awkward, after all this was how they had spent so many nights. But she found herself shuffling in her seat.

Nolan had gone to the bar just as she walked in the door, not giving her any chance to correct the drink order from her usual. At least it gave her an early way in.

“Actually,” she told him as he sat down in front of her. “I was thinking of sticking with just the pineapple juice tonight.”

Both men froze and put down their drinks. Jackson looked confused but Nolan’s eyes dropped, Lucy expected subconsciously, to her stomach.

“Yeah John,” she said, feeling a smile grow on her face at the immediate look of happiness her friend gave her.

Jackson on the other hand still looked confused.

“I’m pregnant,” she told him.

It was becoming easier to say it now. Especially since they had told her parents. Although that one had been easier since they already knew she was dating Tim, and, thankfully liked him a lot.

Both men immediately sprung to their feet to crush Lucy in a group hug, congratulating her and laughing as they did so.

“Aren’t you going to ask who the father is?” Lucy prompted when neither man had done so.

Jackson and Nolan looked at each other awkwardly as though daring the other to speak.

“Angela and Grey weren’t kidding when they said everyone knew about Tim and I were they?”

All Jackson and Nolan could do was laugh and shake their heads.

With their friends in the know, as well as their superiors, they simply stopped hiding their relationship. Surprisingly, no one had been brave enough to say much beside the odd remark, usually off shift. It hadn’t been anywhere near as bad as Lucy had expected. But when she was pulled off the street and placed on desk duty, just as she was starting to show, there was no denying the secret any longer. A handful of people had asked out front, mostly to her whilst others had asked John or Jackson. Thankfully, Angela had been right, and it hadn’t made matters worse. Instead, they received many congratulations and happy remarks.

Lucy expected some of it had to do with their history. Many officers were familiar with what had happened between Tim and Isobel, and they certainly knew about Lucy’s kidnapping. Surviving a serial killer gained her some respect and the work she had done on the streets couldn’t be denied either.

Lucy missed patrol but staying in the precinct had its perks. She no longer had to suffer Tim’s insatiable worry, or her own for that matter, and they managed to enjoy more time together. If he was in the office, they shared lunch and if he was on the streets, he brought her some between calls. They remained professional and kept a strict boundary, but they could be seen entering and leaving the building holding hands and sharing a quick kiss in goodbye if one had to leave without the other.

So, whilst Lucy was still scared at what the future would hold, her excitement far outweighed it.

She counted herself pretty damn lucky.

[cattles-bians]

damie vibecca exes au pt 9

post directory

obsetress: ready ok ot4 hc incoming

em: ot4! ot4! ot4

obsetress: after dani breaks up with her viola cuts all her hair off n it's the first impulsive thing she's ever allowed herself to do in her whole life (which should also tell you exactly how fucked up she was by it) n so then we have

obsetress: short curly hair viola

em: what is wrong with you

em: oh i love a dramatic haircut as a motif

obsetress: by the time she and rebecca start hooking up it's grown into a long bob and she keeps that for a while tbh because like

obsetress: viola has impulses all the time but she either: suppresses them, or thinks about them and then does them to the point where they can no longer be considered impulsive

obsetress: vs um

obsetress: dani has impulses all the time and used to suppress them but then fully leaned into

obsetress: charging headfirst into whatever the fuck (vp speech ref sheds a tear)

em: OTP: dont you wanna go apeshitt

obsetress: and thinking about how people change u and rub off on u for the better even after they leave

obsetress: viola: wants to go apeshitt

obsetress: viola: thinks about going apeshitt, thinks about all the ways it would benefit her, thinks about how she would enjoy it even if it did not in any way benefit her

obsetress: viola: yes ok don't you wanna go apeshitt

em: no but i am i am thinking abt like. dani and viola as both sort of? dragged into being housewives and homemakers because Women n viola didn’t really have the power to change her situation (even if she got isabel out of it!) and dani actually managed to call it off

obsetress: YEAH

obsetress: grits teeth

obsetress: once again crying over very intentional very deliberate danvi parallels that no one else wants to talk about and i think even in this au right

obsetress: viola is socialized in such a specific space that this can very much still be true

obsetress: and i think like part of what draws her to dani is exactly that––that dani had the freedom to do that much sooner––but also she resents dani for exactly that too

obsetress: even when they're together, and that's the possession piece too

obsetress: i think a part of her thinks if she can't do it for herself she can have it for herself and that's close enough

obsetress: like she v much covets dani

em: ah the unique way that lesbians fuck each other up bc of living in a homophobic and misogynistic society

em:i mean who doesn’t covet danis ass

obsetress: literally and metaphorically

obsetress: and part of dani definitely knows that but part of dani (at least until she doesn't) likes it

obsetress: (also this is kinda what i was getting at w my insane lil pwp alfjadslf but i think it tracks here too)

obsetress: because she's like "well this is what it's supposed to be but it didn't work with eddie because i don't like men but now i'm with a woman and this is how it's supposed to be"

obsetress: "and i like being wanted it's nice to be wanted by someone i want for once"

obsetress: but yeah thinking a lot about the danvi dynamic once again

obsetress: viola short curly hair to viola long bob

obsetress: YEAH I JSUT

obsetress: WENT TO HER INSTA TO FIND

obsetress: AND THEN GOT

obsetress: SO DISTRACTD

[em note: edited out a 30 minute tangent going through pictures from kates instagram]

obsetress: so anyway the whole point of this. long bob viola

obsetress: rebecca loves long bob viola she rly loves um. sitting on her lap and running her fingers back through her hair

obsetress: when she and dani see each other again for the first time dani's all "oh. you cut your... hair" and vi's like "i did" and dani's like "it, um. looks... it looks... good?"

em: i think it’s nice when viola does something for herself :)

obsetress: it's nice :)

obsetress: i'm happy for her :)

obsetress: wish she didn't have to look so much hotter though :)

obsetress: don't make that face, babe, it's fine :)

obsetress: you know i love you :)

em: WAIT

em: dani had a fucking moment. she’s like

obsetress: oh dani likes her girls w curly hair huh

em: counting on her fingers. how many ppl has she dated w

em: YEAH

obsetress: YEAHDLKFJSLDFDFJSLDFj

em: CURLY BROWN HAIR

obsetress: OH MGOD EDDIE TOO

obsetress: NOT JUST GIRLS

obsetress: aw baby has a type

em: so actually it is DANI who ends up w the strongest routine

em: just short bob hair viola sitting next to jamie and dani has a fuckjng. out of body experience. perceives herself a little too hard

obsetress: she's just. staring

obsetress: mouth def hanging open

obsetress: then someone's like "dani? dani?" and she's blinking like five times in a row and sitting up straight

obsetress: but she does def have that moment at brunch

em: jamie doesn’t twig it

em: violas like. violas got a keen eye for anyone ‘copying’ her style. raises one devastating eyebrow

obsetress: dani and vi devastating eyebrow partners n crime

obsetress: later that night, in bed: jamie?

jamie: wot?

dani: do i have a type?

obsetress: jamie immediately wants to jump to no because how could she have anything in common w––

obsetress: oh. oh

em: jamie’s lil wispy premature greys set her apart

em: ‘jamie HATES it when she has things in common w viola’ is my favourite bit sjddkhd

obsetress: jamie "not sure how viola has no greys n she's how much older than me again" taylor

em: dani realises she actually has. no idea how old viola is

em: barely even knows a birthday

em: maybe viola even has like. a decoy birthday

em: queen of being mysterious for the drama of it all

obsetress: "she's just too stubborn to grey is all" "i'm stubborn!" "mm" "wossat supposed to mean" "you're..." "i'm what" "you like to... pretend? you're stubborn" "pretend i'm–– i am!" "jamie, i asked you to repark the car because i didn't want to get out of bed and it's street cleaning day and you immediately jumped up to do it even though you can barely parallel park"

em: WHIPPED

obsetress: jamie's quiet for a long time then, softly: "can parallel park just fine"

obsetress: "mm"

obsetress: whipped as hell

obsetress: this led me to everyone making dani or viola parallel park all the time when they go anywhere

obsetress: hc dani is a Very Good driver. idk why but it tickles me

em: i think um. dani is v independent and wants to be able to do things herself

em: and i think she probably got her license before eddie, but as soon as eddie got his....

obsetress: and dani's better than him n got a better score than him, and yet

em: and yet!

em: they swap out being deso driver if they’re gonna be drinking. or jsut call a taxi lmao

em: i’m so endeared by Extremely Good Driver Dani

em: dani does a reverse park without thinking

obsetress: viola loves her martinis n dani is drunk off of half a glass of sangria

obsetress: same!!!!!!!

obsetress: also just like. imagining

obsetress: dani checking all her mirrors

em: no

em: HANNAH

obsetress: and adjusting everything so fastidious

obsetress: OH GOD

obsetress: i didn't––

em: i jumped

em: phew it’s actually cute

obsetress: yeah! dw i'm not sick

em: well

obsetress: she just goes through her whole lil checklist and is so meticulous and precise

em: jamies like ‘we’re the same height’ and danis like ‘well.’

obsetress: oh god the four of them driving to the seaside for a vacation together (lots of content to mine here, will have to put a pin in most of it because i am getting sleepy) but they end up taking the truck much to vi’s chagrin just because it can hold the most

obsetress: (like viola doesn’t have a range rover but listen it needs to be dani n jamie’s car for this to work)

obsetress: and vi and rebecca are sitting in the back and then rebecca’s frowning and blinking and digging a headband out of the seat between them and viola immediately just. knows

obsetress: she’s like “dani?” “mm?” “you and jamie... have cleaned your car recently, right?” (jamie’s chiming in: “i’m right here, vi, you can address me too,” viola pointedly ignores her) “um... maybe a couple months ago? why?” “well,” and vi pokes her disdainfully with the headband, “can you at least tell me you’ve had it cleaned between whenever this got stuck between the seats and rebecca and me sitting here now?”

obsetress: dani just GRINS sheepishly

obsetress: “i could tell you that, but...” “but?” dani mumbles “it would be a lie”

obsetress: anyway dunno why vi’s that upset about having to sit in the backseat where dani n jamie hooked up, like, last week when it’s not like she and rebecca haven’t been inside the two of them respectively but it’s absolutely the kind of contrarian shit she’d choose to be pressed about and it makes me laugh so

[mickmarstookmyheart]

Life's a Sick Joke pt 16

Would like to start from the beginning? Here is Part 1!

Pairing: Mick Mars x Reader

A/N: Good morning/night/afternoon, you beautiful creatures! I know this story hasn't been really active recently but here you go the next chapter. There isn't much action in it, although it contains emotions and deep conversations. I hope you will like it. Stay safe, drink water and listen to music louder than hell!

16. Being There For You

After you got Mick from jail, which was pretty hilarious regarding that he never did anything to be in there, not even this time. He was at the wrong place, at the wrong time. He was still angry with you for not helping him immediately, but you let him fume a bit.

You were concentrated on something else. It was finally the day your brother would be out so you intended to get him, too. You seriously were tired of getting everyone out of jail. You were driving the car, staring at the road, your fingers drumming on the wheel along the music; Accept's Balls to the Wall was on and you couldn't help but silently sing along.

"I'm glad you have the energy to sing, but I couldn't sleep last night since someone let me rot in a fucking cell!" Mick snapped and you turned the music down. You took a long breath not to say anything you would regret.

"Mick, you only spent 6 hours there. You could've slept while waiting you know. And don't be angry with me, I wasn't the one who got you there." You arched a brow still not believing he was mad at you instead of Tommy.

"Speaking of, I can't wait to slap drummer. With a chair." He barked looking out the window. "And I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so harsh on you, I'm just grumpier than usual for not sleeping."

"It's okay, I understand." You were smirking at him. He placed his hand on your right hand which you rested on the gear shift. "But you have to wait with your revenge until next Monday. You know we have the whole week off."

"Finally. We can be alone for a bit. Without anyone harassing us." He stated, closing his eyes and leaning back his head. You bit your lip down fearing his reaction to what you were about to say.

"Umm...but I hope it's okay if Dylan will be around for a bit. Or I can go back to our old apartment and let you rest at your house. I would like to spend some time with Dylan before we hit the road again." You turned in the next corner after looking in both directions. It felt like ages until Mick said something.

"Babe, it's totally okay. Your brother needs you. And he won't bother me unless he runs in the hallway screaming and almost naked smashing everything in sight." You chuckled knowing exactly whom he was talking about. Luckily, Dylan has never acted like that. Alright, maybe a few months ago but that wasn't the true him. Sharon exclaimed that he was improving and was on a good path. You had every reason to believe her so you weren't so worried about being with him in one room again. On the other hand, you were thinking of how jail time might break him. He was always so strong, although terrible things happen to people in jail who spend months in.

"I'm sure he won't cause any harm. So you truly don't have any excuse to have him in your house for the week?" You asked him cautiously for reassurance. To be honest, you were the scared one. You were scared as hell since you have never been to his home. You got together during the camping you brought them on and since then you weren't home or nearby even. The tour and then the hospital, the travel to your sister.

"(Y/N), there are a few guest rooms so he can crash at my place if he wants to. Or if you think environment change is the last thing he needs right now, we can bring back him to your shared apartment." He said warming your heart how kind he was with you, with your family. How much he cared for your well-being. Your eyes welled up and you got rid of the tears by wiping them away with the top of your hand. "(Y/N), what is it?" He stiffened thinking through what he has just said. "Did I say something?"

"Yes. But nothing bad, don't worry." He relaxed a bit but still couldn't understand why you were crying. "It's just, in my whole life I only got hatred, stating with our parents. I always I was just giving and giving until nothing remained for me. I started to drain out from goodness but kept going as Isabelle and Dylan needed me. It's not that I don't love them or they don't deserve it. I didn't have anyone I could rely on, or just have a nice decent talk about what is bothering me. And after meeting you, I thought I hit jackpot. And still, you keep amazing me with your kindness, selflessness, and your big heart." You exhaled when you finished your monologue making Mick speechless again. In the meantime, you parked the car in the prison's parking lot and stopped the car. Your hands rested in your lap playing with the key. Mick got out of the car and closed the door after himself before leaning on the car with his back. You were truly afraid. You hesitated at first but then got out of the car and walked next to him, leaning on the car. You didn't say a word. About Mick, he was fighting back tears, his chest rose and fell rapidly and you couldn't help but notice his jaws were tightened.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not being there for you." He begun, finally breaking the silence. Although, what he said made your brows knitted.

"Mick, we hadn't met, you wouldn't have been able to do much about it." You leaned your head on his shoulder making him calm.

"I know, but it's so unfair. You deserve the world, (Y/N). And if someone dares to tell me otherwise I will beat the shit out of them. And may your parents rot in hell, what they did to you is unforgivable. And I'm admiring you, (Y/N), for being able to smile and keep making everyone happy after all those horrible things happened to you. You are a survivor and I have fallen in love with you madly, deeply, and undeniably." You looked up at him, feeling lost in his blue eyes. You cracked a smile and hugged him tightly, filling your lungs with his scent. He pressed a soft kiss on your forehead, his arms resting on your waist pulling you closer.

"I love you, too, Mick. With every cell of my body." You whispered. You didn't know how quickly you found each other. You completed each other, you were partners, not just lovers. You were soulmates. A loud screeching noise broke the moment making both of you look towards the source of the sound. It was the huge rusty gates opening. Your heart was hammering and you were grabbing Mick's hand strongly.

"Hey, easy, Tiger." He whispered in your ear making you loosen your grip. At first, you only saw guards but then you noticed your brother in the distance. You were grinning and couldn't believe he was finally free after months. When the guards went back inside and the gates were closed Dylan looked in your way and dropped his bag on the ground. You let go of Mick and started running towards him. When you two met you jumped on him almost making him fell.

"Hey, (Y/N)." He greeted and spun you around as you were still hanging on him like a monkey.

"Hey." You could only say this. You were so happy to have him in your arms again. The real Dylan. Not the one who hurt you or left you alone. This was the Dylan you knew in your whole life. The caring, the funny, the goofy.

"I would love to carry you like this all the way home but it's either that you eat too much recently or I am out of shape." You chuckled letting him go. You were on your feet again when Mick approached you and you saw Dylan bow his head from embarrassment and guilt.

"Hello, Dylan." He said casually. No emotions, just words.

"Hi, Mick." He muttered still not looking in his eyes. He balled his fists then loosened them again by his side. He was still battling. It broke your heart seeing him like this. "I would like to apologize. For all the things I have said and done. For acting crazy and almost hitting you in the face. I wasn't myself. And I would like to thank you for taking care of (Y/N) when I couldn't. It means a lot to me." He offered his hand to Mick as an apology. Mick glanced at you and after you nodded he shook Dylan's hand.

"Apology accepted." He gave a half-smile and winked. He knew it wasn't Dylan's fault, well, mostly. He inherited anger issues from your parents, but he should've asked for help. "So, are you hungry?"

"Hell yes. The food was horrible in there." He complained, dropping his bag on his shoulder lazily. "Sadly, they didn't serve (Y/N)'s famous spaghetti Bolognese. You could say, I'm craving that."

"I didn't know a chef lives inside you." Mick laughed arching a brow.

"I haven't had the chance to show it." You crossed your arms in front of your chest like a shield.

"Then it's high time. So, Dylan, it's your decision. Where would you like to go?" Mick asked. Dylan's eyes googled from the shock but then went back to normal.

"I'm sure your kitchen is much bigger than ours. Right, (Y/N)?" You burst into laughter from that statement because you knew damn well how small that kitchen was and barely one person could fit there, not even three.

"Then, it's settled then."

∆

"Woah, you didn't mention you live in a fucking castle." You admired the beautiful house which was settled in a forest far away from any human. It was definitely something Mick appreciated.

"It's not much. But come inside." You got your bags from the back where Dylan stood.

"Are you nervous?" He asked noticing you were biting your lip and struggling to breathe properly. And the son of a bitch was smirking. Righ in your face.

"Fuck you, Dylan." He just laughed and took the bag from your hand. Mick has already opened the door and was waiting for you.

"My lady." He gestured with his hands, letting you go first. When you stepped into the house your eyebrows were nearly invisible. When you thought about Mick and his personality you were sure he lived in a dark castle, like vampires or just a dirty apartment. You expected everything but not this. The living room was bigger than your apartment, it was light and neat. There were two huge black leather sofas in front of the fireplace with a glass table between them. The walls were white and pure.

"Like it?" Mick asked smirking and wandering his eyes in the room.

"It's freaking beautiful." You stated.

"Bloody hell, this is awesome." Dylan had almost the same reaction as you.

"This way." Mick said, you and Dylan followed him. "So this is the kitchen, I know it's not much but I hope it is big enough. And the bedrooms are upstairs.

"(Y/N), don't droll. So nasty." Dylan joked earning a scoff from you. You had to admit, this was the most fascinating kitchen you have ever seen. You quickly wiped your mouth but there was nothing.

"You are nasty!" You elbowed him in the stomach when Mick didn't pay attention earning a groan from Dylan.

"You haven't changed a bit." He murmured, trying to keep up with you.

"So, Dylan, your room will be at the end on the right. You will find towels in the wardrobe, too." He noted.

"Thanks, man. I think I will go, I don't want to bother." He winked and headed to the room but before he entered he winked and gave you a thumb up.

"Sometimes, I feel the urge just to choke him. Just a little bit." You said. Mick chuckled and took your hand into his. Butterflies in your stomach kept reminding you that you were in his house and apart from Dylan, only the two of you were there. No Nikki, no Tommy, no Vince. No concerts, no shouting, screaming, or breaking glasses. Just quiet, peace, and you.

"I'm pretty curious about your reaction so close your eyes and don't open until I say so." You nodded and did as told. He helped you not to hit anything. "Okay, now you can open it."

You cautiously and slowly opened your eyes from the sudden brightness. Huge windows were in charge of the light. However, many other things drew your attention. At least, 10 guitars were hanging on the wall along with pieces of vinyl. He knew guitars were your weakness and he was right there smiling from seeing your reaction. You were speechless.

"Dear Satan, this is beautiful." You held up your hand to hide your open mouth.

"I knew, you would like it!" He snickered and showed you around in his room. There were some bookshelves, tapes, and other types of vinyl as well. You noticed some family pictures as well. "Yeah, well, Susie hasn't changed a bit."

"These photos are adorable." You put down the frame and turned to him. "So, do you have any plans for the day?"

"What about your famous Spaghetti Bolognese Dylan was talking about?" He asked pulling you closer his eyes not leaving yours. You could feel his breath on your skin and his hands on your hips. "Or we could let him rest a bit and try if we fit in the bed?"

"Oh, I thought I would get a guest room as well." You joked earning a small laugh from him.

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"Gosh, how much I missed this!" Dylan was filling his mouth with your spaghetti and it appeared that Mick loved it, too. You were holding a glass full of wine and were watching them.

"It's nothing special, actually. Just some secret ingredients, that's all." You noted. "However, I'm glad that criminals love my food." You added while taking a sip.

"What?" Dylan inquired with raised brows. "Don't- don't tell me you were arrested, too. Cause I won't believe it."

Mick rolled his eyes and kept his attention on his plate.

"It wasn't me, alright? And can we just forget about it?"

"Then welcome to the club, man. Don't worry, you are not bad. She also sat in there for a few days." He tilted his head towards you making you choke on your wine.

"Nothing surprises me anymore." Mick chuckled shaking his head.

That day, you felt loved. By Mick, and by Dylan. Both are a different kind of love, but you felt special. For a long period, it was the first day, you felt safe. No fire, no drunk people trying to flirt with you, no drugs. Of course, only for a week. Then you will have to go back, but first, you wanted the enjoy every minute of being with Mick and your brother.

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Leather Jackets and Glasses Three

Y/n L/n, the leader of the notorious gang called The Scouts. Placed in Rose high, Y/n is in her senior year but things take a turn when she starts getting interested in a certain boy named, Levi Ackerman. Follow the journey of heartbreak, betrayal and love between two people who were destined to be together.  

CHAPTER THREE:

It was Monday and the day was just about to end. One more period and I could go home and sleep. I hated Mondays. But I guess, the days became a bit more bearable since I had someone to look forward to. I just finished English and was heading down to my locker to fetch my French books. So when I walk, I pass Levi’s locker. As I turned into the Galway I see Reiner. His back is facing me, but I knew that hair anywhere. The problem was, he was towering over Levi. I sneak up and catch a few words that Reiner’s disgusting mouth.

-You better stay away from her. She’s mine.

-I don’t know why you’re talking about.

-Don’t give me that bullshit. I saw you two on Friday. Stop trying. She’s not gonna go for someone like you. She needs a man.

Alright that was it.

-I’m sure you aren’t talking about yourself Reiner. You’re not even half the man Levi is.

I say. Reiner turns around and looks at me. Levi widens his eyes when he sees me. I lock eyes with Levi.

-Hi Levi.

-H-hey Y/n.

-Reiner, you’re being an asshole. A bigger one than you already are.

-Aw come on, babe. I know you want me. This short stack doesn’t have a chance with you.

-And neither do you. I don’t want you. Who fooled you?

-You’re just playing hard to get.

-Oh really?

I cross my arms and kick him in his balls. He falls down and screams.

-I’m sure you wanted that.

I tell him. I walk up to Levi and grab his hand.

-Want to get outta here?

He blushes but looks confused.

-We still have one more period.

-Oh come on, Levi. Bunking one period won’t hurt. Please?

I do my best puppy eyes and he gives in. I smile and take him to my car.

-Where are we going?

Levi asks me as he buckles himself in. I put the car into reverse and drive.

-I have no clue.

It was true. I had no idea where we were going. But I didn’t feel weird about it. And it looked like he didn’t either. It took me a while to register but I was literally alone with him. Driving to God knows where and there was no tension. It felt...right. After driving for a couple of minutes he turns to me.

-Y/n?

I hum in response.

-Are you going to prom?

I tense up. Oh shit. I think I know where this is going.

-uhm...yeah. I am. You?

I say. He smiles a bit.

-I am. I was wondering...would..would you like..t-to go...with me?

I widen my eyes and look at him. But a quick glance, cause you know, gotta drive.

-I was going to ask you properly. But, you know.

He says and laughs nervously.

He was going to ask me. Wow. I smile to myself. Sorry, guys. Looks like I’m going to prom.

-Levi, I would love to go to prom with you.

I tell him and smile. He smiles too. We drive for a while and I ended up at this cliff. I parked the car and we saw the sun start to set.

-Listen, Levi. I’m sorry about Reiner. He is such an asshole.

I apologize to him. I put my head on my hands which were on the steering wheel. Levi doesn’t say anything and I start to get a bit worried so I pick up my head and look at him. Levi was looking at me.

-L-Levi? You okay?

Did I just...I just stuttered. This boy.

-Yeah. I’m fine. It’s just...why haven’t we spoken before?

I got a bit taken back from his question. Mostly because I didn’t know how to answer it. Why didn’t we speak? Was it my ego? Was it because I never acknowledged him before?

-I..I don’t know. I just...I had my set of friends and I thought I didn’t need anyone else. What about you? Why haven’t you spoken to me?

I ask as I rest my face in my hands. He looks out at the sun and back to me.

-I guess..I wasn’t really good at speaking with girls. Apart from Hange and Isabel, I never could. I did try once and that backfired.

-What happened?

He chuckles

-Well it’s a funny story. See I liked this girl. Petra, I’m sure you know her.

-A bitch but go on.

He smiles.

-Yeah. So she started to speak to me one day, out of the blue, and I kinda got attached to her. But when I tried speaking to her out of class she straight up ignored me. Like I only existed in class. So, I went up to her by her locker because she forgot her lip..gloss? Is it? Yeah, she left it and I tapped her shoulder and said,”Hey. You left this” and she said,”Why did you take it!? You nerd.” And threw her water on me.

I widen my eyes in shock.

-What the hell is wrong with her!? I could kill her right now.

-Oh god. Please don’t. Knowing you, you probably would.

I laugh. I mean, I really laugh. Levi laughs with me. We laughed for a while until I look at the time.

-Holy shit. It’s half past 4? How long have we been laughing??

I turn to Levi who laughs.

-A while I guess.

-Ugh I’m so tired.

I lean back. I look over to Levi and an idea pops in my head.

-Wanna drive?

He whips his head to look at me.

-Uh..if it’s ok with you. You do look tired.

I smile and open the driver’s door and hop out and Levi does the same. We pass each other and switch seats. We get comfortable and I ask Levi.

-Can I have your number?

-Ugh, Y/n! I was going to ask first!

He chuckles. Damn. I love it when he laughs.

-Loser’s weepers. Come on. Tell me.

I pull out my phone and he tells me his number. I instantly message him and his phone dings. He pulls it out and looks at the message.

-Glasses? Seriously?

-Yeah. Why aren’t you wearing them by the way?

-Oh I only need them to read. 

-You look cute with them.

He blushes, again. 

-Shall we leave?

-We shall.

Levi drives us back to town and drives to his home first.

-My mom is gonna flip.

-Oh shit. Yeah I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have just dragged you out of school.

-Are you kidding me? After years of being “the good boy” I finally did something wrong. And it’s all thanks to you, Y/n.

He glances to me.

-But still, I don’t think your mom would like you to hang around me. I’m a bad influence.

I say as I look out the window. It’s true. Many parents had told their children to stay away from me. They think they’re slick when the whisper but I hear everything.

-Oh shut up. You’re not.

Levi suddenly says. See, if it were anyone else who told me that, their teeth would be knocked out, but I didn’t feel the need to punch him. I just...accepted it. Like he was telling the truth. The drive back was nice. The sun had just set and the sky was painted a beautiful orange. We make it into a neighborhood where all the posh people lived. I didn’t expect Levi to come from here.

-Whoa you live here?

I ask, surprised.

-Yeah. Mom is a real estate agent so it’s good pay for her. Don’t let this fool you though. This neighborhood is filled with stuck up bitches who look down on everyone and everything. I should know because when we moved in here a couple of years back, we didn’t have that many furniture or stuff. So it was just a big old empty house. Many of our neighbors gave us sympathy and some told us,”Why don’t you just move back to where you came from? It surely must be easier.” And now look, Mom owns most of this place and people never dared to underestimate us again.

Levi tells me. Wow. I never knew. Levi was a hard worker. You could tell. He always gave his 100% on everything he did. We pull up to this amazing big house on the inside of the neighborhood. He pulls into the driveway and turns off the car. We stay quiet for a bit.

-Do you want to come in?

Levi asks me.

-Huh? Oh no. I don’t belong here. I’d just be intruding.

Levi scoffs.

-Oh please don’t make me laugh. Come on. Farlan is here and I think Isabel too. Stay for a bit.

He says sincerely. I look at him in awe. He really doesn’t care does he? He doesn’t even care I might rob him.

-Well...aren’t you afraid I might rob you or something?

-Rob me? Why would you do that?

-I don’t know. You probably got a lot of nice stuff in there.

-Well, then I give you permission to take anything you want. Just not my tea. Or my cleaning stuff.

I quirk my eyebrow at him. Tea? Cleaning stuff? Goofball.

-I guess...a few minutes won’t hurt.

Levi smiles.

-Great. Come on.

He opens the door and we jump out. Even the air here smells...clean. I let Levi lead the way and we enter his house. I take of my shoes and my Naruto socks are on display. Levi looks down and laughs.

-Nice socks.

-Thanks.

-Mom! I’m home!

He shouts as he turns on the lights.

-Levi Ackerman, where the hell have you be- oh hello there.

His mom comes to us. She looks just like Levi. The jet black hair, hers being longer, her iron blue eyes. She looks at me and smiles.

-Levi, since when do you bring pretty girls home?

-Mom. This is Y/n, a friend of mine. Y/n this is my mom, Kuchel Ackerman.

-Hi, Mrs Ackerman. It’s very nice to meet you.

-Oh honey, please call me Kuchel. And Levi..

She pinches his ears.

-Why are you home so late? I was worried sick when you didn’t come home with Farlan.

-Sorry. I just went for a drive. Nothing to worry about.

-Still. At least tell me where you are so I don’t have to worry like that.

-I will. Oh and Mom, Y/n is staying for dinner.

-Wha-What? No. I’m not. I said a few minutes. I should leave.

-Oh, Y/n. Stay for dinner. I made Levi’s favorite. Chicken curry with rice.

Oh shit that’s my favorite too.

-Oh. Well I guess...

-Not guess. Will. I’m gonna go take a quick shower I’ll be back in 5.

He tells me. I smile and he leaves. I go into the lounge to see Farlan with a sleeping Isabel laying on his lap.

-Y/n?

I wave at him.

-Come sit.

I sit on the sofa and watch TV. Dr Phil is on.

-Dr Phil, huh?

-Yeah. It’s Izzy’s favorite show but as you can see

He motions to her

-Fast asleep.

I chuckle.

-Oh y/n? Thank you for telling me about the car garage. He redid the whole thing and it’s not making that weird sound anymore. Got a free paint job too.

-Oh. Sure thing Farlan. If you need anything else let me know, okay?

-There is one more thing.

I turn to face him.

-Levi is pretty shy, so go easy on him.

I blush.

-Oh. Oh sure thing Farlan.

I avoid his gaze and look back at the tv. I can see from the corner of my eye he is smiling. Idiot.

-Alright, kids. Dinner’s ready.

Kuchel comes and tells us. I wake up and Farlan wakes up Isabel.

-Izzy, honey. Food.

She instantly wakes up and is full of energy. How the fu-

-Oh! Y/N! Yay, Levi- bro finally asked you to come for dinner. I’m so happy.

She smiles and grabs my arm. I smile back. So Levi has been talking to them about me? Cute. We go to the dining room and Kuchel sets up the table.

-Oh, Kuchel, do you need some help?

I offer.

-Oh, thank you, dear. If you don’t mind, can you get the rice from the kitchen?

I nod and make my way to the kitchen. I find the rice and pick it up and make my way back to the dining room. I see Levi coming down with a towel while drying his hair. I set the rice down and Isabel motions to me.

-Come sit by me, Y/n!

I smile and walk past Levi. Holy hell. Whatever soap he used smells amazing. I guess he picked up on that and smirked. Shy my ass. I sit by Isabel and she looks at me.

-I like your hair. It’s very pretty.

I widen my eyes. I have never been called that before. I blush and thank her softly. Levi sits across me and we all start eating.

-So, Y/n. What courses do you do in school?

-I do physics, maths and French.

-Oh that’s nice. So you must be pretty smart.

-Haha well, physics is getting pretty hard. Not that Levi would agree.

I say and look at him.

-I 100% agree with you. But don’t worry. Just push through it. It’s your final year so better give it all you got and that’s the best you can do.

That’s the most inspiring thing anyone has ever told me. Not even my mother told me that.

-And if you do have any trouble I’m sure Levi would be happy to help you.

She tells me. I smile and look at my food. Levi kicks my foot and I look up. He doesn’t look at me though, which makes me confused. I take another bite of my food and oh my god.

-Kuchel, this is the best chicken curry I’ve ever had.

I compliment her. Kuchel smiles.

-Aw thank you, Y/n. Would you like some more?

She asks me. Well, since I haven’t had a home cooked meal in a couple of years, since I’ve been surviving on take out and ramen, it’s best just to savor this.

-Yes please.

She takes my plate and dishes out more. I eat it all. This probably was the best meal I have ever had.

-Y/n. Are you going to prom?

Farlan asks me. I stop eating and look at him. I chew slowly and smile. Since my mouth is full, I nod.

-Oh that’s great. With who?

This little- he knows exactly who I’m going with.

-Levi.

I say. Kuchel widens her eyes.

-Levi! How did you not tell me??

-I asked her today, Mother.

He says as he takes another bite of food.

-Well, Y/n. If you need a dress or someone to get your hair done, I know a couple of people willing to help. Just shout and I’ll get it done.

My heart softens at her sincerity. How can this woman be so kind to someone she doesn’t even know?

-I will. Thank you.

I flash my voice cracking a bit. I feel like I’m gonna cry.

-Uhm, Kuchel, may I use your bathroom?

I say sniffing a bit. I catch Levi’s eye and him furrows his eyebrows like in a way to ask,”What’s wrong?”

-What happened, Y/n? Too spicy?

Isabel jokes. I smile at her.

-Oh sure. It’s up the stairs, down the hall, to the right.

-Thank you.

I wake up and go to the bathroom. I go and lock the door. Fuck. I feel like I’m having a panic attack. I have no idea why though. Is it because this is what it’s like to be loved by a mother? I let a few tears fall and wash my face. I look in the mirror and see my face, eyes red. I can’t go out like this. I look around to see the window. But it’s too small for me to jump through and by the looks of it, there’s no roof or anything below for me to jump down on. I rinse my face with cold water once again, and calm myself down.

I’ll leave. I’m sure they won’t mind.

I unlock the door and make my way downstairs. I sit back at the table and wait a couple of minutes. But it looks like the Gods are kind of on my side because I get a message from my father.

Where are you? It’s getting late. Come home.

Fuck.

-Uhm, I’m sorry to leave so early but it looks like my dad is worried about me.

-Oh, sure honey. No problem. Let me pack some food for you.

-Oh it’s no big deal.

-I insist. Wait 5 minutes. I’ll be right back.

Kuchel leaves to pack my food and I say goodbye to Farlan and Isabel and Levi escorts me to my car.

-Do you have to leave?

Levi asks me.

-Yeah. My dad is gonna freak out. Thank you for inviting me into your home, Levi.

-I should be thanking you. Today was great. I hope we can do it again sometime.

I smile and Kuchel comes out with a Tupperware of food.

-Hey you go, Y/n. Thank you for dropping Levi off.

-It’s no problem, Kuchel. Thank you for the food.

She brings me in for a hug and it catches me off guard. Is this a mother’s love? I pull away and hop into my car. They wave me off and I get outta there to face my father.

*In Levi’s Room*

Knock knock

-Come in.

Farlan enters Levi’s room. Levi is busy with homework.

-Hey man.

-Hey.

Farlan lays down on his bed.

-Feet off the bed.

Levi says without even looking back. Farlan laughs and puts his feet down.

-Izzy gone home?

-Yeah. She left a couple of minutes ago. So..

Farlan sits up. Levi turns to look at his brother.

-You and Y/n, huh?

Levi blushes and looks away.

-No.

He says. He wasn’t sure, but one thing he knew was that he was slowly falling in love with her. She’s not at all what he had expected her to be. She was calm with him. Not speaking over him, laughing. Or maybe he was looking too much into things.

-Oh come on, Levi. I’ve seen the way she looks at you. Plus, you’re taking her to prom! How cool is that!? You can make a move on her.

Farlan winks.

-Do you really have to make it seem so lewd? I’m not even sure if she was being serious.

-Levi. I love you and everything but you really are stupid.

Levi picks up his head and looks at Farlan.

-She told our mother she’s going with you. Why would she lie to her?

Farlan does have a point. If Y/n didn’t want to go with him she could’ve just said no. But she didn’t.

-Yeah. I guess you’re right.

-See? But you don’t have to worry. Prom isn’t for another 4 months so you have plenty of time to figure out what you need to do. Goodnight, Levi.

-Yeah. Goodnight, Farlan.

Levi washes up and lays down on his bed. Maybe this was a start of something new...

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