#and then a few hours later immediately deal with 6 extra people in the house

[footygirl114]

Cervecería (Alexia Putellas x Reader)

Hi friends, this is a bit late (but better late than never?) The one I was inspired to write post that champions league win with Alexia beelining it to someone in the crowd. It’s definitely not the best thing I have written but I know if i keep editing it I’ll scrap it so this is as good as it’ll get 

The need to not live through another Canadian winter was the biggest draw that made you start a second business in Spain. Having started a successful craft brewery in Toronto, you knew exactly what you needed to do, when you brought the craft beer craze to Barcelona. 

You had been in the city for 7 months, your restaurant had only opened a month ago but you were happy with how it was going. It was a process to get it open, but once you realised you needed to find someone who spoke both Spanish and Catalan and was familiar with the restaurant business it became a lot smoother. 

You had found a spot near to the downtown without being ridiculously priced, you wanted to draw tourists but you also didn’t want to scare away any locals. The starting days were slow but as more advertising and more interest in different craft beers gre you started to get busier. Fridays and Saturdays were busy enough you had to hire extra staff, but during the week you liked to be the one behind the bar. 

The whole reason you got into the brewery business in the first place, was because you loved to connect with people and share your love of beer with them. The best way you were able to do that was to be the one serving it, plus it was helping with learning Spanish. 

You also drew in a unique crowd on game days, you had all the subscriptions from back home which meant you were able to play many American sports. You also always had at least one TV dedicated to women games. 

About 6 weeks after you opened you were tending the bar on a slow Wednesday night, the crowd had died off after the Barca Femini game was completed, but you still had a few stragglers around. Movement caught your eye where you cleaning tables and you watched a slim female with her hair pulled in a pony tail, black hat and hoodie on walk in and settle at the end of the bar. 

Moving back behind the bar she looked up and met your eyes and immediately you were drawn in to her expressive eyes. You moved toward her and said “Hola, can I get you anything?” 

She smiled at you and said “Agua?” 

You raise an eyebrow at her and ask “You come into a brewery sit at the bar and order water?” 

She chuckles and shrugs and asks “should I sit somewhere else then?” 

“no no no but let me make you a deal” you smile wanting to hear her laugh again.

She raises an eye brow as she asks “What’s the deal?” 

You smirk and step back moving to pour her a glass of water, and a small taster pint of your favourite beer. You place both glasses in front of her as you tell her “I will keep pouring you the finest water all night, IF you try this small glass of my favourite beer” 

She chuckles shaking her head and smiles at you as she holds out her hand and says “deal.” 

You laugh and place your hand in hers, immediately feeling a tingling run up your arm, you tell her “I’m Y/N by the way.” 

“Alexia” she says and releases your hand and grabs the beer glass. She slowly raises it to her lips meeting your eyes over the glass. She holds your gaze as she takes a sip. 

You keep your eyes on her as she places it down and you ask “well?” 

“I can see why its your favourite” she says with a smile. 

Before you can say anything else another customer draws  your attention away. You have to deal with an issue in the kitchen and one with the supply closets. Its almost half an hour later when you make it back behind the bar. When you get back she is standing up looking around for you. 

Smiling you walk up asking her “leaving so soon?” 

She chuckles and says “si, just needed some fresh air. I can grab my bill though” 

You shake your head and say “it’s on the house” 

“Won’t your boss be upset” she asks with a smile. 

You chuckle and say “I think they’ll be okay.”

“well thank you” she says with another smile. Your name is called by another server and you turn toward them as she says “I’ll get out of your hair Y/N” 

You chuckle out a bye before turning and tending to your team.The rest of the night is spent thinking about the Beautiful girl who sat at your bar. You have a feeling you recognise her but are unsure how you would. Until you are closing up and you see her face on the TV, chuckling you can’t help but think how you just embarrassed yourself in front of the queen of football. 

**

You spend the next week elbow deep in testing a new batch of beer. It consumes you when you have an idea and you cannot put it into the taste correctly. Working late one night the bar is pretty quiet apart from a few regulars, you have taken over a table near the far side of the bar which is slightly hidden. Your notes are spread out all over the table and you are completely consumed in them until you hear your name at the bar. 

You had told your staff to act like you are not here, but when you recognise the voice ask for a water you smile to your self and look up and see Alexia sitting at your bar. As you get up to walk towards her you recall that you had seen the Barca team had played earlier in the evening away. 

“looking for me” you ask her as you step beside her at the bar. 

Alexia and your bartender, Sam, turns towards you with their own expressions. Alexia looks happy to see you, and you bartender is giving you the raised eyebrow as she thought you didn’t want to be disturbed. 

“I thought you weren’t here tonight boss” your bartender asks. 

“boss?” Alexia echos.

You chuckle at them both and you say “I’m not here tonight Sam” to your bartender who gets the hint with a chuckle turning away. 

“Boss?” Alexia asks you again. 

Chuckling you move behind the bar and grab a small pint glasses as you tell her “I own the place.” 

She looks at you and with a low whistle she says “Impressive” 

“thank you” you say as you move and pour a glass of another one of your beers. You place it in front of her and say “If our deal still stands this is another one of my favourite beers” 

She grabs it and asks “if you brew them all do you have a least favourite?” 

You chuckle and say “not really, well just the one I cant figure out right now”

“Can I help?” she asks and takes a sip of the beer with a low moan. “sorry that one is really good” she says with a blush. 

You chuckle and say “its cute” and then immediately blush and say “I just cant get what is in my head to translate into the beer. I have this taste I can imagine but I cannot find the right combination of hops and flavours to get it right” you ramble on. 

“What’s the flavour?” she asks with a smile.

You blush almost forgetting she was there during your ramble and say “I am sorry you don’t want to hear me nerd out about beer” 

She shakes her head and reaches across to grab your hand as she says “I kinda want to know everything you’ll share” 

Before you can respond her phone buzzes and she reaches down looking at the screen and then gets up reaching for her wallet. You place your hand on her wallet and say “This one is on the house in exchange for the ramble” 

“You know I can afford to pay for my beers” she says. 

Immediately you shake your head and say “I know you can La reina, but I do really hope this makes you keep coming back” finishing with a wink.

She blushes at the nickname and leans across the bar and presses a kiss to your cheek as she whispers into your ear “You will make me come back.” She then turns and walks towards the door turning at the door with a wink she disappears. 

You continue staring at the door when you hear Sam walk back behind you and say “Nice work boss, I thought you’d lose her with the beer talk” 

You chuckle and whip your towel at her say “get back to work.”

**

The following two weeks you see Alexia 3 more times at your bar, always on days the Barca team plays. You looked her up after the last time and know she’s not playing yet but is very close to being back. You both have flirted but nothing else other than the one cheek kiss has happened. You both just keeping things light and flirty. She has slowly worked her way through some of your staple beers. 

When the next Barca game happens and she doesn’t show up to the bar that night you have to admit that you were very disappointed. You knew that it was all just a fantasy and flirting but it definitely hurt that she decided you weren’t worth it. 

You were deep in the back room tonight still trying to perfect your beer. You kept one small cask in the back room where you used it to experiment with your brews, this time being no different. Your desk back here was covered in notes and you had a white board with formulas and flavours all over it. During the day the back part of the brewery was a hive of activity keeping up with the demand of brewing beers, but at night it was quiet which is when you loved to use the time to work on your own stuff. 

Tonight was no different, you were still a bit hurt and disappointed in your self for being hurt about Alexia so thats why you were staying hidden in the back not out front tonight. The staff knew you were here and knew not to bug you when you were back here. 

So when you heard the door open you didn’t even look back when you said “Sam I thought I told you not to interrupt me tonight” 

You hear the steps falter and someone take a deep breath as they ask “I was just looking for a glass of Aqua”

Immediately you turn and can feel your cheeks blush as you say “Alexia, what are you doing here?” 

She still doesn’t come any closer as she says “I wanted to tell you something, and then if you want me to not interrupt you I will go”

You nod at her and lean back against the desk behind you.

She slowly steps towards you and says “I know you know who I am, and you should know then that I have been injured and not playing for awhile?” 

You nod and smile saying softly “I do know that” 

She keeps slowly stepping closer as she continues “Well that first time I walked in here, was after one of the teams away games. I still wasn’t travelling with the team and I watched them almost lose and knew that I let them down. So I needed some air and went for a walk, I saw the sign on your bar and decided to come in and have some water and then leave.” 

“But you didn’t” you tell her softly as she stops in front of you.

“No I didn’t” she says. “for the first time in a very long time I forgot who I was letting down, I was able to just be me Alexia, not me the captain who let her team down. That was because of you, something about you just drew me in and I kept coming back any time we played so I could be that person again.” 

You smile softly at her and say “I am glad to help.” 

“Last night was my first game back Y/N” She smiles at you. 

You smile back and say “I am proud of you Ale” 

She steps another step closer so she is right in front of you and grabs your hands softly as she says “The only reason I was able to be back last night and not let the team down was because I kept picturing your voice in my head talking about beer. It helped to ground me and remind me that I am Alexia as well as the captain” 

You close the gap even more and move your hand to her cheek as you say “I am glad that you have that then Ale. I am honoured to be able to do that for you” 

She steps closer and looks down at your lips looking back up meeting your eyes you nod slightly and lean in slowly. You feel her breathe on your lips when the door slams open again and Sam walks in as she says “Sorry boss, need to change the keg.”

Immediately Alexia has sprung back from you and you both turn slightly away from each other. “It’s okay Sam come in.”

“I should go” Alexia says “I have training early tomorrow” 

“You don't have to go” you say at the same time Sam says “did I interrupt?” 

“No you didn’t Sam, I was just leaving” Alexia says as she flees the back room. 

“sorry boss?” Sam says with a smirk. 

“Sam?”

“Yeah boss?”

“how did she get back here?” you ask her. 

She shrugs and grabs the keg and says “I may have told her to come back here at her own risk”

“But you still interrupted?” you ask. 

She laughs and says “honestly I forgot, and needed a keg badly. I really didn’t think you would been that position though boss” 

You blush and move to help her as you say “me either”

**

That moment was burned in your brain, every free moment you had your brain was immediately back in the store room. You watched her sit on the bench in the following champions league game, but you at least now knew why she didn’t come in to the bar on that day. You waited the rest of the week for her to show again, she didn’t. 

It was just before bar opening on the day of the second leg of the champions league. You knew that it was home game and you knew that you wouldn’t see her today. You were hoping she would show tomorrow but you can only hope. 

You were sat at the bar, with your note book open and three samples of your newest beer in front of you trying to decide which one would be the closest to the taste you want. You hear the door open and turn and to greet who you would think is one of your servers since you aren’t open and instead you are shocked and say “Alexia! I didn’t expect to see you today.” 

She is dressed in her pre game outfit when she walks closer to you and says “I needed to see you before I go to play today.”

You look at her with a questioning look and ask “you did?” 

She stops right in front of you and says “I cant get you out of my head Y/N” 

“You can’t?”

She turns you and spins you towards her on your stool. She steps right in between your legs and says “I keep thinking about kissing you Y/N, and I know I should be able to focus on football, but I just keep thinking about you” 

“Thats not good than Ale, what are you going to do?” you ask with a smirk. 

She smiles and says “I know what I want to do but I do not have the time for that.” 

You chuckle and move your hands to her hips and you ask “want to make a deal?” 

Smirking she nods and says “what’s the deal?” 

“You go out and with the champions league and you can kiss me as much as you want” you say with a smirk moving your hand to her cheek. 

She laughs and holds out her hand between you and asks “Only if I can take you out on a date too?” 

“deal” and you put your hand in hers shaking it softly. 

“I have to go” she says softly

You nod and whisper “good luck Ale” before turning and grabbing your pen and writing your number down on a piece of paper. You hand it to her with a smirk saying “I hope this will help you focus now”

She smiles and presses a kiss to your cheek saying “I have an objective now I will be fully focused on completing it.” as she backs away slowly. 

You chuckle watching her and say “Good luck la reina” 

**

The month in between the day the deal was made and the champions league final was a tense one, in the best way possible. Anytime you both texted, which was any free time between her trainings and games and your bar, the flirting was relentless. You only saw her twice in the month but she confessed to you that she couldn’t see you or else she would have to, in her words, “press you against the wall and make you see stars.” 

You knew you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off her either but you wanted to hear her voice, which lead to phone calls every single night. No matter how late you were at the bar she would sleepy wake up just to ask you about your day. 

The day of the final she called you as she was about to leave in a bit of panic. She needed to hear your voice to remind her that she is Alexia too and not just the captain. All of the media and build up of her return was getting into her head and you knew she just needed to be grounded. You happily helped and reminded her of your deal and you couldn’t wait to taste her. 

The bar threw a watch party and it was packed. The mood was sombre at halftime with Barca being down 2-0. You nervously paced waiting for the second half. When it started and Alexia came on at the start of half you couldn’t help but smile.

It was like the team changed with her and when immediately it sparked the team to score 2 quick goals the bar was electric cheering. When the 85th minute rolled around you were nervous, but you knew that once you saw Alexia gather a crappy clearance from the wolfsburg back line this was it. She cut in once around a defender just above the top of the 18 where she lined up and put a screamer in the top left corner. 

That was it, they held on and the bar was electric and the party lasted all night. You snuck away to speak to Alexia briefly on the phone, but she couldn’t talk as she was pulled away. You turned the excitement you had and finally got the mixture right on your beer. You immediately had given samples out to have a second opinion and it was a hit. 

She inspired you just like you did to her. When the parade for the team was organised and you knew they would be coming out side your bar you kept an eye out. Once it was the time for them to come this way, you pushed your way to the front of the crowd. 

When the team came around the corner you hoped that you would be able to catch her. It was like when she came around the corner she could sense you, as she immediately met your eyes and her smile lit up her whole face. 

You watched as she turned and almost sprinted to you, when she reached you she had placed her hands on your hips pulling you in. You placed your hand around her neck with a smile as she says “A deal is a deal Y/N”

You nod and say “You won it all Ale, time for my end of the deal” and you lean and press your lips to hers hard. She immediately presses back and you lose yourself in her forgetting about the crowd around you. You just feel the sparks only she has been able to give you. 

When the need to breathe comes to much you both pull back and you slowly hear the crowd around you again, where you pull back slightly and whisper “wow.” 

She smiles and says “I gotta go finish this thing” with a jerk of her thumb over her shoulder.

Nodding you say “come by after and you can finally taste my favourite beer I just finished” 

She smiles wide “you finished it?” 

“I did” 

“Then I cannot wait, but only if it comes with the finest aqua you have” she says with a smile and you cant help but laugh and press your lips to hers one more time. 

[honeyhenry]

Tiny

it had been the scariest moment of your life, easily

the culmination of henry’s birthday had led to a very welcome pregnancy, with you being coddled and adored by your husband as you grew your sweet unborn child

your unborn baby boy - as you’d found out only a couple of months ago - had been growing really well, on track to be a healthy 7-8lbs (3.5kg)

the doctors had noted the babe’s size, but after the first time Henry walked through the door at the 12 week scan, they realised what they were dealing with

it actually all started to make sense

but the scariest part, was that your sweet boy, due for the end of February had began his mission into the world 6 weeks early, during the first week of the coldest January on record

luckily you had both Henry and Kal at home to rush to your aid while you’d thought you were experiencing braxton hicks contractions

but it wasn't that. it was the real deal

you’re already in active labour when you get to the hospital

you’d held your husband’s hand and wept, not only in pain but with the fear of being “too early, he’s too early Hen”

all he could do was wipe your tears and reassure you that everything was going to be okay. even if he couldnt be certain himself

Baby boy Cavill comes in at 4lbs 4oz (2kg) and is whisked away after you spend just a brief moment with him

he gets some checks, all under Henry’s watchful eye as you make him promise to stay with your son, whose tiny lungs help him to scream and cry out at the suddenly bright, cold world

you’re both alright, but they want to keep you and your son in for a couple of days to make sure he’s stable

Henry has had to call a few people, only the important ones, to let them know the news, doing so quickly so that he doesn’t have to be away from you or his baby boy for long

everyone had said that your baby would be chunky, given your husband’s size, but when you see them in the little hospital crib, they’re so little

it hurts your heart to see how small and fragile he is, but both you and Henry know that he is in the safest place he can be

he’s given a little red knitted hat to wear so that the nurses and doctors know he’s one of the little preemie babies on the ward, and thus needs some extra care and attention

you lean over him in his little box crib, gazing at him all the while, lifting him out to hold and feed when allowed

as soon as you’re given the green light, he is in your arms for hours, settling down and just existing peacefully and contently

Henry is just SO big, particularly when leaning his body over the crib, using the tip of his finger to hold his little man’s hand

he likes to have small conversations with him

“Already repping our rugby team with that hat, son”

Henry’s held him as much as he can already, sitting in the big chair by the bed you lay and rest in, having some skin to skin cuddles

you get a lot of visits from the nurses when he does that

you’ll doze off and wake up to Henry chatting away to the little boy on his chest, a fistful of chest hair in his grasp

“you are lucky you’re cute and brand new because this is quite sore for daddy”

his son is the size of his hand, and between his large palms he’s fragile and little and just the apple of his eye

all his nieces and nephews have been upwards of 7 pounds

so now Baby Boy feels even smaller in his massive arms.

His forearm is bigger than his baby - he can’t believe the little miracle that is his boy

his strong little man

all the clothes you'd brought in the hospital bag swamp him so you need to take a couple offered from the hospital and a pack from the hospital gift shop until you can get more preemie clothes

yes, even newborn size is too big and it makes your heart ache

Henry picks up some Winnie the Pooh items from the shop, and a little stuffed Pooh Bear for his baby boy

after three days you get the all clear to take him home. He’s fine, just tinier than you and Henry - and your families - had anticipated

you walk out happily, still a little in pain but choosing instead to revel in the delight that your sweet boy is okay

Henry has the hospital bag and the car seat with baby in tow

He is minute compared to the large clunky car seat. Somehow he looks ten times smaller and even more precious, holding his own little hands with a soft pout on his lips

he looks just like Henry when he sleeps

you watch Henry click the car seat in expertly, knowing he’s practiced in the garage many times already. He’d always wanted to make sure his sweet boy is safe

Henry drives home ten miles below the speed limit

“it feels like we’re stealing a child from the hospital” “well this one came out of me so i think it’s okay”

the car finally rolls into the drive and stops carefully outside the grand house, and you squeeze Henry’s hand

Baby is sleeping soundly, having not even moved through the duration of the car journey despite you feeling every stone and pothole the car drove over, worried for his safety

Henry carries him into the house in the carseat, resting it gently on the floor in the hallway of your home

for now, it’s just you three, as Kal will arrive later with a very excited family member who you’re grateful to for taking Kal while you’d left in such a rush a few days ago

Henry pulls you in close for a hug, resting his head on yours and wrapping his whole being around you

the past few days have been possibly the scariest in his entire life

but they’ve also been the happiest, up there with your wedding, and the time you took him to his favourite restaurant that was a 3 hour drive away, on his only cheat day that month

after a quiet moment in each others’ embrace, silently feeling each and every emotion together, flooding with relief as you rest on each other for support and love, your son is unpacked from the car seat

he’s like a soft tiny starfish and you coo at his sweet, sleepy face

you carry him because Henry feels like a “clumsy giant” holding his boy, especially when not in the comfort of a large chair where he can remain stable

you hold him and look at his little foot tag from the hospital

“and here we thought we had an extra few weeks for his name...he needs one soon though, he can’t be Baby Boy Cavill forever”

“can’t he?” you hear Henry’s deep voice from over your shoulder and you catch a glimpse at him looking ever so adoringly at your son, as you tear your eyes from the sweet newborn for only just a moment

it’s then that you confirm that your boys definitely have the same face 

Baby boy has his daddy’s eyes and chin and you are in love

“you know he will grow up one day. We can’t keep him this size forever. i wish we could though, he smells so good”

to which Henry chuckles and smells the baby’s head, in complete agreement

later on, baby boy lays on his father’s chest. Henry holds them delicately in place, as though they were made of glass

he can nod his head and smell that wonderful baby smell, and know that this little mass of human perfection is completely healthy, and all his

and should he hear a little squeak, as he adjusts his son to stay comfortable for another hour, his immediate reaction is a soft “oh son, it’s okay. Daddy’s here” 

with you curled up beside him, falling asleep with ease after such a strenuous labour and prolonged stay at the hospital, Henry realises he will always get to feel this lucky with his little family by his side

he just doesn't know what on earth he’s done to deserve it

and Kal will be such a wonderful big brother, he can already tell. Him and baby are going to be best friends

Baby takes milk like a champ, they’ll be happy and healthy and plump in no time, especially thanks to Henry’s pep talks during feeds or the baby massage sessions he insists on implementing with his large, gentle soothing hands

a few days later, it is decided that Baby boy Cavill is called Will - you’re adamant on Will not William - but he’s often called Junior by Henry, and always Baby Boy to his loving mama

[dissolvedgoldfishbrain]

Nerd.

Megumi Fushiguro x Reader

Fluff

Word count: 1216 words

This fic was made for “The Great Conjunction” a collab hosted by @suna-reversed I kinda put my own take on the whole worlds and ideas colliding thing 😅😅

‼️WORK UNDER CUT‼️

It all started at 6:30 am. I remember it like it was yesterday, probably because it was yesterday.

I was asleep waiting for my alarm to go off to awake me but way before the annoying beeping began, there was a bang. Did someone or something really crash land into my room? If so, did it really have to be my room? I didn’t want to deal with anything today no aliens, no weird items with powers and no nothing!

After all, I’m just Y/N, a tired and annoyed student who woke up earlier than desired because something decided that my room was a landing pad.

So anyways, I was pissed that I couldn’t sleep and so I woke up and I would’ve never guessed that a boy would be on my floor. Not to mention he was all roughed up and bleeding. Thankfully, his wounds weren’t that severe so I could patch them up.

I waited for what felt like hours for the dude to wake up. Who knew he needed that much rest, but then out of the blue just as I was spacing out, he moved and began to wake up!

“Oh hey you’re finally awake! Please don’t be alarmed but you kinda crash landed into my room and suffered minor injuries.” I whispered so only he could hear me and hopefully stay calm.

He just stared at me, it felt weird. Not like the whole inappropriate “he undressed me with his eyes weird” more like a “staring into my soul” weird. It’s like he’s trying to figure out if I’m dangerous or not. I don’t blame him, he crash landed into my room injured and unconscious.

“My name is (Y/N) (L/N). Are you well enough to at least talk to me so we can figure out what’s going on?”

“Fushiguro Megumi. Where am I?”

“You’re in my home. Do you not remember appearing in my home? Oh wait, you were unconscious.”

“I was never in a home and I certainly have not seen you. Where are we in the world and don’t answer that we’re in your house.” He still is on guard

“Where do you think we are?” I questioned back not really sure of what else to do.

“Not in Japan I know that for sure!” He seemed pissed. Good job (Y/N).

“You’re correct that we’re not in Japan! I’m glad you’re doing better! It really did seem like you had a concussion so I was trying to make you think so I can see how bad it was but thankfully it’s not that bad! I think…” Nice save (Y/N)!

“Can you tell me about what happened before you fell unconscious?” Maybe I can get more information on him and know about his dark past! He seems like one of those anime boys that would have a dark past and tries to make the main protagonist think they’re a bad person to be with but, in the end, the protagonist melts their icy exterior only to reveal they’re a big softie!

“That’s classified information.” He explained. My face contorted into a slightly annoyed look as I went closer to my bed and sighed.

“Look just tell me some of what happened. We’re both stuck together so I at least need to know some of what happened.” He sighed. He’s probably just as annoyed and on edge as I am at this point.

“Fine. We were fighting a curse and turns out it’s cursed technique is to teleport people. Is that a good enough explanation?” I smiled and put my hands together.

“It was a perfect explanation! Thank you!” Before I could say anything else my phone went off and he looked over at it.

“Your alarm is going off. Wait, is that me?” He continued to stare at the phone's wallpaper not caring for the alarm blaring in the background. It was so embarrassing, I turned red and quickly turned off the alarm.

“Now I know why you looked familiar.” I laughed and put my phone in my lap.

“You’re a character in a popular anime here. My favorite character actually!”

“So you’re a nerd and I am fictional.” He said trying to get straight to the point.

“Yeah pretty much. But that’s not the point here.” I brush off what I assume was an insult and get up

“Let me get your clothes while you were asleep I washed and fixed them for you.” I got up and walked out of the room before he could even respond.

“Geez, who would’ve thought anime characters are real. Wait, no that can’t be. I’m probably just hallucinating. Get a hold of yourself (Y/N) go splash some water on yourself or something!” The whisper yelling about whether or not I was crazy continued until I went into the laundry room and picked up a navy stack of folded clothes.

“Still warm…” I mumbled as I walked back to my room and peeked my head in.

“Today’s your lucky day your clothes are still warm from the dryer! Once you get done getting into your actual clothes can you give me my extra PJs back? I need to wash those just in case whatever happens takes more than a day. I don’t want you to wear dirty PJs so…” I quickly slammed the door, blushing furiously.

After a few minutes, I knocked on the door

“Hey, can I come in? I still have to get those clothes”

“Oh yeah, sure. Come in.” I entered and immediately went in a beeline towards the PJs before also going for my phone and turning it on.

“The alarm went off so I tried to stop it” I’m not sure but I swear he looked guilty while saying that but I shrugged it off before looking at my phone again shocked.

“It’s almost noon. Are you hungry? I can’t believe I never asked that! We can go to the kitchen and I can make some pancakes if you want.” I say nervously as he nodded

“Sure. We can make some pancakes” Immediately after he said that I quickly grabbed his wrist and started to drag him downstairs.

“Let’s make pancakes then!”

The day after that was filled with plenty of idle chats, bonding over games which I obviously won and of course, pancakes.

“Hey! Megumi! Follow me! My house has the best view of the stars and I heard something big was supposed to happen tonight!” I dragged the dark haired boy to a ladder that led to the roof and climbed up there with him trailing behind.

“Sit right here next to me!” I plopped down in the middle of the roof and patted the seat next to me, ushering him to sit next to me which he did.

After a few minutes of looking at the sky a comet flew by us leaving me and Megumi in awe.

“What did you wish for?”

“Isn’t there a superstition that if you say your wish it won’t come true?”

“Yeah but I want to hear yours!”

“Maybe I’ll tell you later”

[moldisgoodforyou]

Sophie drunk at an ugly Christmas sweater party with rafe ??

yes love this! warnings: drinking, brief nudity, v fluffy 

wordcount: 2k

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After a little bit of convincing, Sophie brought Rafe to her sorority’s annual Drink The Tree party. Drink The Tree consisted of buying shooters at the liquor store and placing them in a Christmas tree at a senior house, then taking a random shot on every half hour. After the first couple hours, this usually descended into madness and the regulated shot consumption rules went out the window. 

“I still don’t think seven shots are necessary, Sophie.” Rafe frowned skeptically, watching as she struggled to hold them all in her fists on their walk to the party just so she didn’t have to bring a purse. “It might not be, but the freshman always show up empty-handed, so I’m just compensating.” She countered, almost dropping and shattering a few on the icy sidewalk. He caught them quickly and took a handful from her easily, shaking his head. “You worry me sometimes.” 

“That’s not my fault you worry too often.” Sophie grinned at him, bumping her shoulder against his. He rolled his eyes and smiled back, fond. “How long is it gonna take you til you grab my jacket?” She wore a cropped Christmas sweater, a corduroy skirt, and thin tights, and bit her lip to keep her teeth from chattering on the short walk, refusing a jacket from Rafe. “Well if I’m drinking right, I should be fine, yeah?”  

“Twenty minutes.” He wagered. 

She raised her eyebrows. “Is this a bet?” 

“Yeah. If you take my jacket before that, you have to pace yourself on drinking.” He regretted the words the second her lips set in a smug smirk, knowing immediately he was going to lose. 

“Deal. If I don’t you have to take care of me.” Sophie grinned, stopping at the crosswalk and reaching up on her toes to kiss his cheek. He laughed and ruffled her hair affectionately. “We both know I was already gonna do that.” 

“Yeah, ‘cause you’re whipped.” She beamed. “I can’t wait to see Colin’s reaction to your outfit.” Colin was invited to the party by another Theta and had taken the girl out for dinner beforehand, eager to impress. Rafe was sorely unprepared and had to wear an ugly Christmas sweater that Sophie had in the back of her closet from an ex that was about five inches shorter than Rafe, and she had accidentally shrunk it in the wash. The result was her 6′3″ boyfriend practically wearing a crop top, which he complained about the entire time she got ready. 

“Yeah, I’m still not happy about this.” He grumbled, doing his best not to raise his arms and show more than the already exposed two inches of skin. “I promise I won’t take photos.” She laughed as they came up to the house, the party already spilling out onto the front porch. “Ready?” 

“Sure you’re not cold?” Rafe raised his eyebrows in a challenge, noticing the goosebumps on her legs. “Positive. You’re not winning this.” She grinned and led him inside, greeting a few people as they made their way to the tree and arranged the shooters on the branches. Rafe cursed under his breath as he heard an unmistakably familiar snort from behind him. He turned to see Colin grinning, two cups in hand. “That’s a look, Cameron.” 

“Yeah, well, someone didn’t prepare me in advance to go buy a sweater that fit.” Rafe scowled. Sophie laughed and poked Rafe’s exposed hip. “I think he should wear crop tops more often, don’t you, Colin?” Colin chuckled and handed them each a cup full of spiked hot chocolate. “Absolutely. Heard they’re in fashion now, might have to join the trend. Sophie, what shots did you bring?” 

“Ah.” She pointed to a section of the tree, grinning. “The Malibu.” 

Colin scowled at the same time as Rafe shuddered. “You have terrible taste. We need to get you drinking whiskey sours.” 

“Believe me, I’ve tried.” Rafe lamented, shaking his head. Sophie grinned. “Just because you can’t handle Malibu -” 

“That was one time, Sophie -” 

“You were practically stripping at the party, Rafe -”

As their casual conversation quickly delved into argument, Colin just laughed and walked away, leaving them to fight it out. Rafe only noticed after a moment, shaking his head. “Hey, truce.” 

“Truce.” She agreed easily, having learned to choose her battles after a while. Sophie pulled two shooters off the tree, handing him one. “Top of the hour, drink up.” 

“Fine, but I’m not drinking your shitty alcohol.” 

“This is all shitty alcohol, baby, welcome to college.” She teased, clinking the neck of the little bottle against his before knocking it back. They both washed it down with the spiked hot chocolate and Sophie shivered, already feeling the effects taking place. Rafe grinned at her knowingly. “Lightweight.” 

“Who, me? Never.” She grinned back and gave him a short kiss, then took his hand. “C’mon, let’s go find a game to play.” 

As she got more and more drunker, she became touchier throughout the night, way unusual for her - though Rafe couldn’t say he wasn’t a fan. Sophie had her arm possessively wrapped around his waist by the end of the night, resting her head on his shoulder several times. She was clearly trying her hardest to stay awake, blinking quickly every time someone tried catching her attention. He wasn’t sober himself, but was just enough to recognize her telltale drunkenness.  

“Ready to go home, angel?” He murmured into her ear, nudging her upright. 

“Soft.” She accused, just leaning into him again. He stepped away and placed both hands on her shoulders to keep her up, thumbs kneading her muscles for a moment. “Stay awake long enough for me to get you home. Five minute walk, that’s all.” 

“You don’t have enough to shell out for an Uber?” She teased, knowing damn well it wasn’t worth the wait and the hassle. 

“No, dating you is draining my bank account.” He grinned and kissed her forehead. “C’mon, if we leave now, I promise I’ll rub your back before we go to sleep.” 

That was enough to convince her, and after a few goodbyes, they made their way back to Sophie’s sorority house. Rafe took one look at the fire escape - his usual method up to her room - and crouched down. “C’mon.” 

“Huh?” 

“On my back. I don’t trust you not to trip up these.” 

She grinned and got on his back with only a moment’s struggle, loosely wrapping her arms around his neck. “You’re so strong.” She mumbled dreamily, pressing her lips against his temple at an awkward angle. 

“Shh, Soph, gonna get us caught. I’m not allowed up here, remember?” He whispered back, being extra careful up the slick steps coated with snow. Once they made it up, she started squirming. “Let me down, I can walk.” 

“Yeah? Prove it.” He punched in the code to the door on the upper deck and ushered her inside, snorting when she tripped over her boots almost immediately. She scowled, flipping him off over her shoulder and continued her way down the hall, stumbling into the wall as she went. They were quiet until they made it into her empty room and she flopped onto her bed immediately, letting out a huge sigh. “Shoes.” 

He nodded and took her shoes off for her, placing them neatly in her closet. “C’mon, you gonna take your makeup off? You have to go brush your teeth too.” 

“Come with me.” She sat up, reaching out for him. 

“Can’t, baby, you know that. Don’t want you in trouble.” He tugged gently on her hands, trying to get her off the bed even though she stayed limp, being dragged by him. “Come on, Soph, work with me.” 

She leaned forward just enough to tip her forehead into his chest, content there. “Fine, but you gotta brush my hair out.” 

“After. Promise.” He lifted her up and set her upright, giving her a little nudge. “Go, I’ll be waiting right here.”  

“Fiiiiiiine.” She whined, leaving the room and letting the door slam shut carelessly behind her. Rafe winced and changed while she was gone, pulling on some sweats from the section of her closet that was now reserved for his stays. Sophie returned moments later and promptly handed him her hairbrush, turning expectantly. He shook his head. “PJs first. No sleeping in a skirt and tights.” 

“I’ll just sleep naked.” She raised her eyebrows in challenge. 

He snorted. “You hate that, and it’s 28 degrees outside. You gonna do it or am I gonna have to?” 

She paused, considering her options, a slow smirk forming. 

“Not what I meant - oh, c’mon.” His tone was exasperated but fond anyways as he made quick work of unbuttoning her sweater and tugging it off, then stopped in his tracks, staring directly at her chest. “You weren’t wearing a bra this whole night?” 

“You couldn’t tell?” She grinned, taking it upon herself to step out of her skirt and tug off her tights til she was just left standing in her underwear. “Hey.” She snapped in his face, bringing him out of his reverie. “Fetch me clothes, handsome.” 

He shook his head quickly, mumbling a curse word under his breath as he pulled out one of his shirts left behind and pajama pants for her. “Arms up.” 

“You just wanna see my boobs more.” She accused, pausing before obliging. 

“You just stripped in front of me, clearly you don’t have qualms about it.” He quipped back, taking a moment to palm her breast and run his thumb across her nipple as he tugged it on over her head. She made a show out of moaning obnoxiously loud and he grinned, clapping a hand over her mouth. “Sophie, shh.” 

“You like my moans.” She retorted, stepping into her pj pants. 

“Yeah, but you don’t sound like that. That sounded like a pornstar.” 

“How do you know what a pornstar sounds like?” 

“Dunno, where’d you learn to moan like that?” He shot back, teasing all the way. 

She blushed, grinning. “I didn’t forget about my hair. Can you braid it too?” 

“Course I can.” He made her sit on the edge of the bed before brushing carefully through her hair, then made a quick, practiced braid for her. She almost fell asleep at his touch, leaning closer and closer into his hands. Once he tied it off, he crawled into bed next to her, cuddling close for warmth. “What’s gotten into you? You were all touchy tonight.” 

She frowned. “Thought you liked when I held your hand at parties.” 

“No, no, I do.” He quickly backtracked, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Just not usually like you. You don’t really do PDA.” 

“But you like it.” She countered, cuddling closer into his chest til he wrapped his arm around her. 

“Yeah. I do.” He paused, wondering how much of the night she’d remember in the morning. “I like people knowing that you’re my girl. Showing you off.” 

“Everyone knows we’re dating, Rafe. Don’t worry.” She murmured, tracing patterns on his chest. 

“I know, just. I liked it tonight. Had fun. Thank you for inviting me.” 

Unspoken words hung in the air between them for a moment, ‘til Sophie lifted her head to meet his eyes. “You’re my favorite, you know.” 

“You’re my favorite too.” He kissed her sweetly, smiling. “Sleep tight, Soph.” 

“Sleep tight.” She murmured back before falling asleep. 

[rosesvioletshardy]

tummy love - b.h.

i stayed up all night finishing this so i’m not sure if it’s good or not 

also the reason why it took me a while to finish it was because of the pixie trailer and i spent all night thinking about it

masterlist

warnings: a little angst

# of words: 2,157

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Everyone knew that women always felt uncomfortable with their bodies and never took it on as a men’s issue as well. People have been either losing weight or gaining weight since the start of the year and it’s different for everyone. Ben has always cared for his body and if they asked him to lose weight and have a six pack for film he would do it. Always staying in shape and eating healthy until filming was over. Even after, he would try and stay in shape by going to the gym every other day or so. 

He didn’t have any projects where they required him to be shirtless since bohemian rhapsody with a couple of his outfits he wore as Roger but other than that nothing. Now he was back in his apartment with his girlfriend about to leave for vacation with their friends. He wasn’t sure exactly what they were going to be doing the entire time they were there or what the weather was going to be like so he packed extra just in case. He saw her pack up all her necessities and wondered how he managed to get someone so beautiful that no one else could compare.

“You’re staring again.” she told him not even looking up but still feeling his eyes on her

“Well i can’t help that there is someone so beautiful and gorgeous standing near me.” he told her as he walked over to give her a kiss on her neck

“Stop, if anyone’s gorgeous it’s you.” she said turning around to kiss his lips causing him to turn red after her comment

“What time did they say to be there by?”

“Rami said that he and lucy will come here around noon and we’ll drive to the airport together. We deserve this. We’ve all been working so hard and you finally get to relax after working so hard.”

The next couple of hours were spent finishing packing while they hung around and waiting for the taxi to arrive. Throughout those hours Ben couldn’t help but wonder if she was only with him for his body and money. He knew that it was wrong of him to think that way but sometimes he lets his mind wander as he looked over at her chatting with their two friends. It went on like that for a few more hours until they finally landed at their destination in croatia. The warm weather hit their skin as they landed and met up with Gwilym and Joe seeing that they had been there a day before the rest of them. When they got to the house, they saw how beautiful it was from the outside and how it was even more on the inside. Rami and Lucy went to their room, while Ben and Y/N went to another and began unpacking. Everyone had decided to go to dinner seeing that it was the evening time and they won’t be able to go to the beach until the next day. That’s something they were both worried about. Both Y/N and Ben haven’t been themselves with and liking their bodies recently but they didn’t want to tell each other and ruin the vacation even though they had told each other they would be honest with each other.

The next morning, they had felt so much better and relaxed for a bit since they had got to sleep in for a bit after a night of dinner and some drinking. When they had gone downstairs, they had realized they were the only awake at the moment and decided to make breakfast for everyone before they decided to go to the beach. The beach. That meant it would require the both of them to be in their suits with everyone to sleep. Ben didn’t feel comfortable without his shirt and was the reason why he had been sleeping with one rather than being shirtless like he was before.

“Morning everyone.” he said pouring the coffee as they all came down to the kitchen as Y/N set the last of the food down onto the table 

“This looks so good, you really shouldn’t have.” Lucy said as she sat down

“Seriously. I feel so lucky to be friends with you both. No one could ever compare to what you guys make.” joe said taking a seat and pouring some eggs onto his place

“So what are we doing today, what’s on the agenda?” ben asked 

“Well after breakfast, Y/N and I were thinking about going to go shop around a bit, you guys can come with or hang around, then we all could go to the beach?” lucy asked grabbing some toast

“Yeah, I like that. It sounds like a good plan.” gwilym said as everyone agreed and continued to eat

Lucy and Y/N took in the sun as they walked around the city before walking into another store. It was their fifth store already and the guys were back at the house waiting for them to come back before the sun set. As they bought the last few items, they talked and laughed before entering the house to see the guys all laying around waiting for the girls as they heard their laughter

“Finally you’re here. How was shopping?” Ben asked as they all got up to help them bring in the bags they had

“It was great. I told myself I was going to spend much but I couldn’t help myself. Oh and Ben I got you some stuff as well that I think you’re going to like” Y/N told him excitedly as they went to go drop their stuff off in their room. Ben couldn’t help but smile and worry  at the same time about what she got him because he wasn’t if it were going to fit him or look good on him like everything else he had but he tried to ignore the feeling.

“Really? What’d you get?”

“That’s a surprise for later. Come on, let’s go have a fun day at the beach.” she said kissing on the cheek smiling and taking his hand and pulling him to the others

“Okay are we all ready to go?” rami said clapping his hands together

Everyone nodded and grabbed all the supplies that they had gathered and left the door. They decided to walk to the beach rather than drive because the weather was nice and they wanted to take in everything that they were seeing. Ben’s hand never left hers and she began to notice that his finger was starting to tap against her fist. Y/N immediately knew that something was wrong and looked over to him and gave him a look. He brushed it off and said that he was fine, when she knew he wasn’t and something was bothering him.

It felt like they were having the time of their lives and it was exactly what they needed. After tanning for a bit, Y/N had brushed off any excess said that got stuck to her and went towards the water.

“Babe, you want to come in the water with me?”

“No, I'm fine here, you go ahead. I might join later.” Ben told her while putting his book down to focus his attention on her while he sat under the umbrella. She looked at him for a bit before walking towards him and crouched down and took his hands

“You okay? You’ve been a bit on edge since we’ve came here and for the past couple months as well”

“Yeah i think it’s just that I get to relax for a long time before going back since it’s never happened before.” he told her shrugging like it wasn’t a big deal. Y/N just stared at him for a bit trying to see if he was hiding something but she couldn’t tell exactly what it was

“Okay, I just want you to have some fun. You deserve it. I love you.” she finished while giving him a small peck

“I love you.”

He watched as she walked towards the ocean and took in the way she looked when she walked and started to think about how much he loved her. At first she freaked out about how cold the water was causing him to giggle and shake his head as they looked at each other. She started to talk to Gwilym and began to think about whether she would leave him for Gwilym and saw how they got along. Shaking the thoughts away from his head, he went back to reading his book 

After a while she went back to her spot next to Lucy and sat down to dry off a bit, while Ben, Rami, Joe, and Gwilym tried to play soccer in the sand

“Has Ben seemed a little off to you?” she asked lucy putting her sunglasses on

“A little, like he seems more self aware and a little jumpy. Is something wrong with the two of you?”

“No, but he does seem more a bit secretive and I can tell he’s keeping something from me.” 

“Maybe he’s going to propose?” 

“Maybe” Y/N said looking back at him and seeing him laughing with his friends

Nighttime came around and they all went back to the house and got ready for a night out in the town. They felt a sense of deja vu as they were in the same positions before they went to the beach. As she finished putting on her shoes, she took a deep breath and walked over to ben and stood behind him as he looked at himself in the mirror

“Ben, i want you to be honest with me. You have been secretive for the longest time and I don’t want to sound like a really clingy, jealous, overprotective girlfriend and-” she started by saying before he kissed her 

“Y/N, I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want you to worry like you are now, but I’m not hiding anything. It’s just since--for the past few months, I haven’t felt like myself physically and mentally. It felt weird to not be able to go to the gym every week and i’ve felt like I've gained a tummy from the weight gain and because of it you were going to leave me. I mean I saw you talking to Gwil earlier when you were in the ocean and he looked really fit and in shape and I just felt like shit. And you. You look so beautiful naturally and I have to stay in shape just to make sure that I look good enough to get roles. That’s why I stopped sleeping shirtless, why I wouldn’t take my shirt off at the beach and why my clothes have been a little baggier.” he confessed looking at his hands. 

Y/N looked at him in silence before she took his hand and lifted his head so they were looking at each other.

“Listen, i love you ben. I don’t care whether you have a 6 pack or if you have a tummy. It’s completely normal. I don’t like Gwil and I only think of him as a brother. We were actually talking about The Great because I had a few questions that I was a little confused about and I finally got the time to ask him. I love you for you. Yes, you may have a great body, but I fell in love with the person who has it. I love all the little things you do like the way you stand when you’re trying to look for something to wear or the way you can immediately light up a room when you walk into it. If you want, you can start working out again when we get home or you can’t. The bottom line is, I still love you for you, and I just want you to be healthy and full of love. I have no eyes on any other man besides you benjamin jones.” she told him caressing the side of his face

“Now, our friends are waiting for us downstairs. So let’s go get shitfaced and immediately regret the next day.” Y/N finished taking his hand as they both got up and walked out of their bedroom.

“Took you guys long enough, we were about to leave without you.”

“Yeah we were just talking about everything that’s happened and got distracted” ben said as he smiled at his girlfriend. Lucy looked over to her and smiled seeing that they finally got to talk it out.

“Okay if anyone else has anything to say, say it now or forever hold your piece because the night is still young and I have a lot of energy to burn on the dance floor.” Joe said 

“Okay, okay let’s go then” rami said opening the door for them to all pile out

[unnuevosoltransformalarealidad]

It’s Ok

Summary: Chris has been gone on a work trip related for a while. Reader has a complicated week, when she finds out that Chris is coming back, she is not able to welcoming him the way she wants.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Sickness, vomiting, fainted, fever, body issues (not to profound)

Word Count: 2,768

This was written for the Week 5 Weekly Challenge of @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho ​ @donutloverxo ​ @captain-a-rogerss ​

A/N: This was kind of proof-read so if there’s any mistake, please let me know, English is not my mother tongue, and I’m still learning. Enjoy the reading!

Monday

You had to get ready, but you were still in bed. It was one of those days you wanted to stay in bed and do nothing. You weren’t feeling ok; you assumed that it was because you missed him, your dearest boyfriend. Today marked the second week since he left for work. It was supposedly to take just a couple of day, but it didn’t go as planned because he hasn’t come back yet.

You felt alone, empty. Chris wasn’t there with you, neither Dodger; Chris insisted on took him in with his sister, so you didn’t have to worry about him. You took a deep breath and decided to get up and get ready for the day.

Once on the kitchen, you were having just a tea, not coffee today, you weren’t in the best mood and the caffeine didn’t help you. You were lost in thought about all you had to do for the day when your buzzing phone brought you back to reality.

Good morning doll. Counting the days to be back with you.

I wish you a beautiful day

Love you

Chris

Suddenly a smile appeared on your face, and felt love, just pure love. Chris knew how sad and difficult is for you to be alone for so long. You decided to text a quick response and then get ready for work.

 Hello beautiful boy. I can't wait to have you with me.

Have a beautiful week.

Love you more

Y/N

 The day at work started pretty good for your liking, but it ended up bad and it was just Monday. Someone did something wrong on important papers and your boss had to deal it with you. Being part of a group of assistants was difficult, you have to deal with the bad mood and yelling from the bosses and people who believed had a superior position than yours. You were really stressed, you needed a break to keep going but it was the beginning of the week and you still had the rest of the week ahead. You finished working around 4:30 pm and had to get ready for your classes. You’re on your third year of college with a major in Art History, your current job it doesn’t have any connection with what you’re studying but it helps the survival.

You have a few delayed papers, a few with close deadlines but still you have to prepare two final exams. The stress was starting to kick in.

Tuesday

 The same emptiness you felt yesterday today was there. You had barely slept; you stayed awake doing some papers and making flashcards to study. Last night after coming back from school, you started to cry, you were overwhelmed, and you needed Chris by your side. You had texted him but you put it aside afterwards because you didn’t want any distractions. You were starving; you didn’t have dinner yesterday, so you got up and went to have breakfast. You took the computer with you so you could update more papers. You had to checked the phone, probably some of the teachers had emailed you because you were late and the grades were coming down. You had a few texts from Chris, of course.

 Hi love! I’m sorry I didn’t answer back, I was busy.

How did your day go? I really miss you

Chris

 Babe, is everything alright? 

Pls answer me

Chris

I hope you rest well. I can’t wait to see you

Sweet Dreams, good night, I love you

Chris

You felt really bad because he wanted to talk to you, but you needed to update some of your essays. Your work was taking you more time than you had expected and because of that you were getting behind in the classes. You finished breakfast, got ready and went to work.

At lunch break, you decided to text Chris back and tell him what was going on. 

Hi honey! How are you? Sorry I didn’t answer I was catching up with homework

I hope your day it's better than mine :(

I really miss you. Can’t wait to see you

Love you

Y/N

So far the day was stressful, but manageable. You had tons of work, and probably you had to stay extra hours to finish some papers that had to be delivered the following day. After the break you started to work on those papers when you got a phone call.

-Hello –I say not seeing who was calling

-Hi love –Chris said –How are you?

-Lost in work, you? –I say

-Missing you –he says

-I miss you too –I say –Look honey, I really appreciate you calling, but I have to finish this, and I’m already late with it –I mention with a sad tone

-It’s okay doll. I wanted to check on you actually –he says –but I’ll call you later

-I’m good, don’t worry –I say

-Ok. I love you –He says upset

-Love you too. Bye –I say and hang up

If you thought that your day was going to get better after that call, you were wrong. A really strong headache hit you and made you feel dizzy, probably it was because the late night working. You decided to take an aspirin, ignore the pain and keep working.

You had to stay almost four hours after work, your headache never left and you had missed the classes of the day. You wanted to get home and get into bed and wake up on the weekend. You decided to send Chris a quick text because he had promised you to call.

Hi love! I know you wanted to talk, but I’m leaving work right now and I have to finish an essay for tomorrow and I’ll probably ignore my phone.

I’m really really sorry

Talk to you tomorrow. I promise

Love you

Y/N

 Once you got home, you took off your clothes, put some pjs and started the essays which were due date tomorrow and you haven’t started yet. It was going to be a long night with lots of coffee.

The pounding headache you had earlier got really worse, your eyes were watering making it really difficult to read and your body was really sore. It was the fifth cup of coffee when you got a text from your mom

Hello Y/N! I hope you remember our dinner tomorrow

It’s been a while since the last meeting.

I really miss you

Mom

As soon as you saw who texted you, you rolled your eyes. You’ve totally forgot the dinner with your mom, you were doing too many things but remember it wasn’t, but you couldn’t cancel it. It was the only time you were able to see her during the week.

 Hi mom! I’ll be there, don’t worry

I miss you too

Y/N

When you send it the message, you realized it that was almost 6 AM and you haven’t finished your essay yet. You stop doing it and went to take a shower and then start the new day.

Wednesday

After your late night work and your shower, you still felt tired and sore. You prepared your breakfast and went to finish your essay. Luckily you were able to finish it just in time to go to work. You send a quick text to your mom and Chris and started your day.

Your day at the office went pretty well. Some stressful moments, but besides that, everything was normal. You were feeling really bad, being all night awake wasn’t your best decision but it was worthy, your essay was perfect, as your teacher said, and you were proud. You needed to go home and crash your bed; unfortunately you had dinner with your mom. You felt feverish but you didn’t pay much attention, probably was the lack of sleeping.

Hello my love! How’s your dinner with your ma going?

The producers told me that probably I’ll be back home by the weekend. I can’t wait

I love you

Chris

Your face lighted up immediately. It was the middle of the week, and Chris was coming back home. Nothing could ruin your day.

Dinner with your mom went terrible. She’d complaint about everything you have been doing since you moved on your own. Everything got worse when she started to criticize your body and your diet; and when she compared you to your sister you snapped. You had to kick her out of your house before something bad happened. Chris promised you to call, but you weren’t in the mood, not after what happened with your mom, so you turned off your phone, drank a beer and then you went to sleep. You deserved it.

 Thursday

Your alarm started to sound pretty loud, you got up and had to run to your bathroom, it wasn’t the cleverest idea to drink a beer before bed. Once you emptied your stomach, you laid on the cold floor. Today you had to stay in, so you emailed your boss calling in a sick day. You went back to bed and you fell asleep immediately. You woke up a few hours later feeling a little bit better from your stomach. You went to the kitchen; you prepared something light to eat and went back to bed. It was the perfect opportunity to finish all your essays you hadn’t hand in yet.

Some hours later, you were emptying your stomach on the bathroom again; you probably had caught a bug during the week. You should tell Chris about it, he shouldn’t get sick. 

You remembered that you’d turned it off the night before, probably you had several messages and missed calls, but you didn’t care. You didn’t want to deal with anything. Indeed, you had several phone calls from your mom and a bunch of texts saying she was sorry and she never meant to tell you such things. Before calling her you texted to Chris quickly to give him an update on your day and your health as well

Hi love! That’s great news! Sorry I didn’t answer back sooner, I was busy…

I don’t think you should come directly from the airport, I think I caught a bug, cause I haven’t been feeling well for a few days.

I hope your day is going good.

I miss you

Y/N

And then you called your mom. She picked up after the first ring

-Y/N! Darling, are you ok? –she asks almost screaming

-Yeah, I forgot to turn on my phone –I say avoiding my health

-I’m sorry about last night, I shouldn’t have told you such horrible things –she says

-But still, you did it –I say –Look, I know you don’t like the way I’m living, but it’s MY life –I say

-I know sweetie, but I still feel bad about how everything ended –she told me.

“She was really excusing herself” you thought but your stomach had other plans

-I’m sorry mom –you say –I’ve got to go. We’ll talk later –I say and hung up

You run to your bathroom, lucky for you, you made it. You really needed Chris next to you. You heard your phone ringing, probably it was him calling you, but you didn’t have the energy to get up, you were really dizzy and you started to see black dots, and then everything went black. This wasn’t good.

You didn’t know how long you were passed out, but when you woke up, you felt terrible. You checked your temperature, the thermometer marked 100.4°; with all your energy you got up, and went back to bed to rest, you didn’t have enough energy to take anything or even cook something.

 Friday

You don’t know when exactly you woke up, you emailed to your job calling in sick again. You didn’t realize what time it was or how long you were asleep. The only thought in your mind was that you needed to clean the house, Chris was coming tomorrow and everything was a mess, even though you warned him about being sick you knew he was going to come either way. You had to take your temp again; you were shivering, probably because it went up. Certainly it did, it was 102.2°; you knew it was bad, so you dragged yourself from bed and decided to run a bath, which was going to help.

After your bath, you went to the kitchen and prepared just a tea, and grabbed two crackers, you didn’t want to push your stomach, you were still weak; and you went back to bed.

You had a few emails from school, from work and some texts from your mom and Chris. When you were about to texted Chris back he called you.

-Hello my love –he says with his calming voice

-Hi –you answer

-How are you feeling?

-Really bad –you say pouting

-I’m sorry doll. Do you want me to call someone to take care of you?

-Don’t worry hun, I’m better now. With some rest I’ll recover –you assure him

-I’m calling you because I’m about to head to the airport so, I’ll probably don’t answer my phone until tomorrow –you heard him smiling

-It’s ok love; I can’t wait to see you again –you say smiling as well

-Me too love. Me too. I’ve got to go –he says upset

-Safe travel, I love you –you say

-Love you too. Bye –he says and hung up

You were crying already, you didn’t know why, probably was the fever. You finished your tea; you put some cozy clothes and went to the kitchen to start cleaning everything.

You finished cleaning pretty late so you took another tea and some crackers for dinner. You weren’t in the mood for food and neither your stomach. Once you finished your tea, you went to your room to clean it, when a wave of nausea hit you and you had to run to the bathroom again. You lay on the cold floor; it was a beautiful sensation against your heated skin. With all your strength you grabbed the thermometer and took your temp again, because you were pretty hot. You were running a temp of 103.1°. You needed help, you tried to get up from the floor so you could go to grab your phone, but you fainted before getting up. 

Saturday

Chris arrived at dawn; he found the house clean although you told him you were sick. He noticed there was no dinner leftover, “have you been eating?” he thought to himself, he was worried

-I’m home baby –he calls but there’s no response

-Y/N? –he calls you a little louder

He thought that you might be sleeping, but his heart broke when he find you. He lifted you from the floor and put you in bed. He went to the kitchen, grabbing a bowl and pouring some cold water, grabbed a washcloth, a glass of juice and some ibuprofen and came back to the room.

When you woke up, you realized that you were on the bed, “did you make it to the bed?” you thought when you saw that Chris entering your room.

-Hey! You are awake –he says and you could barely smile

-When did you arrive? –you question

-Not long ago, I was worried –he admits -I found you on the floor –he sits next to you on the bed pulling the tray on the nightstand

-Oh –you say and you look your hands

-What is it love? -he asks caressing your cheek

-I think I fainted in the bathroom –you admit

Chris didn’t say anything; he went to the bathroom and picked up the thermometer. He came from the bathroom with a worried face

-Open –he commands

You did what he had told you and waited. He never stopped caressing your cheek. You were falling asleep when he woke you up

-Don’t fall asleep sweetie, I know you’re tired, but please, hang on –he sounded worried - Did you eat something? –he asked you but you just shake your head and the thermometer beeped

-104° .How high was the last time you checked it? -he asks you

-103.1° –you says

-We have to break this before it gets worse. How many times did you faint? –he was really worried

-Two times, I think. I don’t really know actually –you say disappointed

-When was the last time that you eat something solid? –he asks concerned

-On Wednesday, with my mom –I say –Probably that’s why I fainted the first time –I explained

-Don’t worry, doll. I’ll take care of you –he says caressing your face.

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Untouchable Ch 30: Faceless, Nameless (S5E1)

Warnings: anger/aggression, injury, swearing

Ch 29 | Ch 31

~ ~ ~

Around 7AM, Lydia got up for her morning class and was almost startled to see Spencer in bed beside her. He was practically comatose, so she left him be. He had just been working a case between Detroit, Michigan and Canada the past few days and clearly it had been rough, as he hadn’t told her he was on his way back. The team probably got back early that morning and he’d gone straight to sleep.

She went about her morning routine more carefully than normal, because with Spencer’s luck, he’d have to jump right back into work later today.

And lo and behold, she was right.

Lydia rushed into their bedroom at the sound of a phone going off, wanting to silence it before Spencer woke up, but by the time she’d opened the door, he’d already hit the answer button.

“JJ?... No, it’s fine, where?... Sure, yeah, I’m on my way.”

As soon as he'd dropped his phone, he groaned, throwing his head back.

“Another one?” she asked gently. “How much sleep did you get?”

“Around 4 hours. JJ says that the police need us immediately.”

“I’m sorry,” she replied, albeit a bit in vain. He was already getting up and grabbing his things.

“I know. Hopefully it’s short.” As he passed on his way out, he gave her a kiss on the cheek. “I love you. Talk to you this afternoon.”

“Don’t work yourself to death,” she teased.

~ ~ ~

A local surgeon, it seems, had been hiding his son after getting a threat on his son’s life. The unsub had made the promise to kill one person a day until the son was given up and he was holding up his end of the deal. Two dead, shot in the chest, with the letter’s LC as a signature. The case was extremely time sensitive.

Spencer was with the surgeon, Dr. Barton, helping him go through all the surgeries he’d performed within the last 6 months, but there were hundreds of medical charts for them to shift through. If Spencer could do this on his own, he could have finished them within a few hours, but knowing these people’s medical information wouldn’t help their case. Dr. Barton needed to tell them about threats he’d gotten, hard decisions he had to make, and interactions he had involving the cases and that meant Spencer was unfortunately only able to pull cases he thought were important.

Dr. Barton’s son, who’d been in the house for two days, had snuck out to go to school that morning, so Morgan, Rossi, and JJ were there to protect him and Prentiss was headed to Hotch’s apartment, because he hadn’t been answering his phone all morning and they needed the extra eyes.

Seeing Emily’s number pop up on his screen, Spencer breathed a sigh of relief to think she was on her way back. “Hey.”

“Reid, Hotch is missing.”

His eyes narrowed. “What?”

“He’s not here, there’s blood-”

“What-what are you talking about?” he stumbled. It was the most out of left field response he would have expected from Emily at this time.

“What’s going on?” Dr. Barton demanded, but Spencer was too busy listening to Emily to answer.

“I’ve got Garcia putting an APB out on him and there are FBI techs on their way-”

“Is this about Jeffrey?” Dr. Barton tried again.

Spencer pulled the phone away from his mouth. “No, no, it’s unrelated.”

“We only have a few hours left here.”

“I’m really sorry, I have to take this phone call, okay?”

“What could be more important than my son right now?!”

“I assure you this will take one second. Please, I promise.”

Dr. Barton simply huffed and stormed off.

“I’m sorry, Prentiss. What were you saying?”

“There’s a huge hole in the wall. Probably a .44, but there’s no blood or tissue spray around it.”

“Any idea how he got out?”

“If he was shot, there are no drag marks, but a body could have been wrapped in something.”

A body. Not Hotch’s body. “And Bureau techs are on the way?”

“Any second.”

“Okay, call Lydia. She should be done with her last class in… 15 minutes. She’ll help you build a profile.”

“How’s Dr. Barton?”

Spencer glanced over at the pacing father. “It’s a huge list of cases to go through with him.”

“Okay. Don’t worry about here. I’ll call Lydia and we’ll figure this out. Just stay focused.”

“Alright, you too.”

~ ~ ~

Lydia didn’t bother pulling out her badge, simply walking straight into Hotch’s apartment and past one of the concerned crime scene techs.

“Ma’am, ma’am, you can’t-”

“Prentiss,” she called, brushing him off. “What are we looking at?”

“She’s with me,” Emily told the poor guy, waving him away. “Everyone else is working the Dr. Barton case,” she began. “You, Reid, and Garcia are the only people I’ve told. The rest don’t need the distraction.”

“Got it. What did you find?”

Emily turned around and walked Lydia through the scene. “Hotch comes home this morning, drops his keys here, briefcase here, walks to the kitchen.”

Lydia could see where the trail ended for Emily. Clearly there was a scuffle, as there was broken glass on the floor, a gunshot through one of the walls, and blood behind the living room couch.

Lydia walked around a few times, picking up everything she could before telling Emily her theory.

“So, Hotch walks into the kitchen. Obviously, the unsub was hiding farther back in the apartment, because Hotch got this far without a struggle. Probably…” she glanced at the bottle of whiskey. “...poured himself a drink and was standing in the doorway when the other presence became known to him. Hotch moves-”

Lydia froze, stopping in the door from the kitchen to the living room.

“No,” she mumbled. “No, that’s not right. We assumed the shot was a misfire. If Hotch was standing here, it would have gone right over his shoulder. But the killer had another weapon on him, because there’s no other bullet scars in the walls, floors, furniture, nothing. If the blood didn’t come from a gun, I think he was stabbed. Did we check if Hotch was missing any knives?”

Emily shook her head. “No, there’s nothing out of place from what I can tell.”

“Only something like a bullet or stabbing wound would produce that much blood,” Lydia reasoned. “If the unsub didn’t take one of Hotch’s, he came prepared with the knife, which makes the bullet hole in the wall intentional. Maybe to get Hotch’s attention.”

“I don’t follow.”

“If he had a gun, why bring a knife?” Lydia explained. “Perhaps the plan wasn’t to kill, but to injure. You tend to have a lot more control over a stabbing. You can render Hotch incapable of fighting back or have him lose consciousness, but not kill him. So the gun was purely to have control over the situation. He shot over Hotch’s shoulder to scare him.”

“This unsub is confident,” Emily gathered. “He was lying in wait for Hotch and stayed even after seeing Hotch put his gun on the counter. So he likely already knew Hotch was FBI.”

“Makes sense, but why not just kill him? If it was personal, why take him?”

“Hotch makes a lot of enemies-”

“We all do,” Lydia corrected.

“Maybe he wanted to make the pain or fear last longer? But in the end, with all the cases he works, any number of details could be significant to this unsub.”

Lydia nodded. “Frustrating, but true. So, our guy fires a shot and Hotch smashes his whiskey glass over the guys head, trying to get a chance to reach for his gun, but he doesn’t get it. Unsub knocks him backwards, back into the living room. Maybe Hotch hits his head, maybe he struggles some more and the unsub hits him a few times, but Hotch isn’t at his best. He’s lying on the floor when he gets stabbed.”

“You sure?”

“Yep. The blood only pools like this underneath a still body. If he was standing, we would have seen splatter patterns from the height between the wound and the floor. And there would be multiple pools as a result of his swaying, even if he wasn’t walking around.”

“Okay, so we know generally how the scene played out. Anything else?”

Lydia sighed. “Not from me, no. I don’t have my gloves or evidence bags and we already have crime scene techs here to search physical evidence. I don’t imagine I’ll be much help.”

“You’re already a lot of help,” Emily promised. “We know we’re looking at an organized unsub. Someone who knows Hotch, or at the very least, knows of him. He’s cocky, arrogant.”

“Alright.” The two locked eyes. “Where do we go from here?”

~ ~ ~

“Talk to us, Garcia,” Emily answered her phone, setting it on speaker and holding it between her and Lydia.

“Okay, I- I called hospitals to see if Hotch had gotten himself admitted to an emergency room.”

“And?”

“He’s not listed as a patient, but someone dropped a john doe off at St. Sebastian Hospital, and that someone’s name was FBI Agent Derek Morgan.”

“That doesn’t make sense,” Emily said.

“I know. D-do you think they got their credentials mixed up?”

The women were silent for a minute and then Emily’s face dropped.

“What is it, Em?” Lydia prodded.

“The reaper.”

“That case from March?” Lydia asked. She hadn’t been on it, but supposedly it wasn’t the usual find the unsub, stop the murder, type cases. Spencer said George Foyet had stopped killing for 10 years, before miraculously showing back up to taunt the FBI. He’d gone so far as to stab himself multiple times to fake his death and he’d escaped imprisonment not a few days after the BAU found him.

“Foyet took Morgan’s creds,” Emily explained.

“Why would he drop him off at the ER?”

“What hospital did you say again?” Lydia interrupted.

“St. Sebastian Hospital.”

“Let’s go.”

Emily nodded. “Garcia, I’ll call you with an update when we get there.”

~ ~ ~

Hotch had been stabbed 9 times in the abdomen, but was miraculously still alive. No arteries had been hit, so they just had to wait for anesthesia to wear off and for him to wake up.

Lydia was skimming through some of the emails she’d gotten from students and didn’t notice Emily pick up Hotch’s medical chart, read it, and rush over to his doctor.

“LC on the unsub’s note,” Emily was saying into her phone when she walked back in, catching Lydia’s attention. “It stands for ‘living children’... It’s administrative. It’s when they’re afraid a patient’s gonna go on life support and they don’t have a DNR order… Reid?”

Lydia could gather that Emily had seen the initials on Hotch’s medical chart, but seeing as she didn’t know the details of the case Spencer was working, she was lost on the rest.

Emily was silent, nodding distantly as if her mind was somewhere else. Lydia watched her, trying to see if she could pick up more of what was going on on the other end of the conversation, but it took almost a full minute for anything to happen.

The gunshot on the other side of the phone was loud enough for Lydia to hear it without the phone being on speaker or even remotely near her.

“Reid?!” Emily hissed. Lydia jumped up, trying to get closer and figure out what was going on. “Answer me! Reid?!!”

After another minute of silence, Emily took the phone away from her ear and hung up, typing in another number.

“What’s going on?” Lydia demanded. “Is Spencer okay?”

Emily put a hand on Lydia’s shoulder and put the phone up to her ear, not having time to answer her question. “This is Special Agent Emily Prentiss from the FBI. I need police and an ambulance to 120 Kensington Road, McLean, Virginia. Shots fired. Federal agent possibly down.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck-

~ ~ ~

“No one else is there?!” Lydia demanded.

“They’re with Jeffrey at the school,” Emily tried to explain. “We’d assumed Jeffrey was the target, so we sent most of the team there to ensure all the kids were safe. But they’re on their way there now. Please, just sit down for a-”

“Emily, the last thing I want to do is sit down and think about what this means, okay? You said you only heard one gunshot, yes?”

She nodded.

“So, maybe Spencer didn’t get shot. Perhaps he dropped his phone when he heard the sound and ran to help Dr. Barton. I mean, if the unsub hit Spencer, he would have kept shooting until he hit his target, yeah?”

Emily was clearly not convinced. There were plenty of reasons the unsub might not have kept shooting after hitting the wrong person, but she didn’t voice them outloud. There was no point. Lydia already knew them all.

“How long will it take the rest of the team to get to Dr. Barton’s house?”

“Not too long,” Emily admitted.

“Someone would have called me if Spencer got hurt, yeah? Like Morgan or Rossi, they would let me know if Spencer had gotten shot?”

“I don’t know.” Emily was getting exasperated. She was anxious too, but there was nothing either of them could do for the moment. If Spencer had been shot, an ambulance would get there much faster than they could. The only option was to wait.

“I’m gonna go outside,” Lydia said, before slipping out of the room and towards the exit of the emergency room.

Her arms shook with unused energy and she had to do something physical before she went into a full blown panic attack. She hadn’t felt the need to take out her anxieties with her fists in a while, but it was better than nothing. Finding a quiet, secluded spot outside, she made a few punches through the air, but it wasn’t enough. Before she could think any better of it, one of her arms went flying towards the wall of the hospital, the outside of her fist smacking against it and causing a gasp of pain to escape her mouth.

She cradled her hand for a minute or two and was just beginning to feel the compulsion to do it again when her phone dinged in her pocket.

Emily: Spencer’s okay. Got shot in the leg and is being brought here to get patched up. Team says he’s totally fine.

Thank god.

~ ~ ~

Lydia tried her best to look annoyed while approaching Spencer’s bed, but he gave her a tired smile and she lost her glare to a giggle.

“Should I dramatically start with ‘Wait, did I get shot?’”

Lydia smacked the side of his head, causing locks of his hair to fall across his eyes. “I’m pretty sure my bullet removal surgery in my abdomen was more complicated than the stitches you just got through the thigh. I was on all sorts of pain killers. Don’t make fun of me.”

He sent her a challenging look, but it became serious all too fast. “Catch me up on Hotch.”

Lydia had been keeping up with Emily since Spencer arrived at the hospital, so she relayed all the information she knew. “Foyet stabbed him, got Haley’s address from Hotch’s address book, then dropped Hotch off here. So, the team rushed to Haley’s house, to find her and Jack. They’re on their way here to say goodbye to Hotch and then, they’re going to be put into protective custody.”

“Poor Hotch,” Spence sighed. “He won’t be able to see his son again until we catch Foyet.”

“You guys will get him,” she reassured. “He’s just one guy against the smartest group of people I know… Now, catch me up on what happened to you.”

“Right,” he mumbled. “Um, the unsub’s name was Patrick Meyers. His son died in a car accident and was admitted to a hospital and declared brain dead. Meyers was threatening Dr. Barton’s son, Jeffrey, because he wanted us to send our forces to protect Jeffrey and leave Dr. Barton unprotected. Emily was the one who helped me figure it out. Meyers left the initials LC at the end of his notes, standing for living child. He was warning Barton that he was going to leave Jeffrey without a father. But when we came to that conclusion, I realized that Barton had walked out the front door and I rushed out to stop him. I dropped my phone, tackled Barton to the ground, and surprise-” he gestured to his left leg “-I got hit.”

Lydia nodded. “Went right through. Doctor says you’re going to be on crutches for a little while.”

“Now when people see us walking together, they’re going to pity us both. You’ve got your limp and I’ll be dragging my left leg behind me like a garbage bag-”

“Oh, you’re so right!” she laughed. “What a pair of outcasts we’ll look like. Although I think that when most people see the look in my eyes, they stop pitying me.”

“Why’s that?”

“A student told me the other day that I’m the most terrifying person he’d ever met. I asked if that meant he didn’t like the class and he was like ‘nah, I like it a lot, but every time you mention that you work with the FBI, I remember everything I’ve done wrong in my life and panic that you’re going to interrogate me one day.’ It was the weirdest compliment I’ve ever gotten.”

Spencer chuckled. “I’m with him. Whenever Hotch sends you into the interrogation room, I feel bad for the poor suspect.”

“When I interrogated Jonny McHale, he punched me! And there were four other people in the room!”

“Once I went to interview a murderer with Hotch as part of a study the BAU was doing and while we were there, Hotch tried to get into a fist fight with him.”

“No!” Lydia cried. “There’s no way!”

“Hotch is generally unpredictable, but when he’s agitated, I have to wonder how he got a job with the Bureau.”

“Ahem.”

The couple’s heads swerved around to find JJ standing in the door.

“Hey, Jayje,” Lydia greeted embarrassedly. “What’s up?”

“I wanted to check in with Spencer, before I went home. It’s been a long day.”

“No kidding,” he agreed. “I’m fine, though. I have to be on crutches for a while, but kicking down doors was Morgan’s job anyway.”

Lydia felt like a child for laughing at his words. But she’d long for those moments of innocence in the upcoming months.

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Keep Calm and Go to London chapter 10.

Synopsis: This is the story of (y/n), a successful actress, musician, musical producer and songwriter. After battling depression and breaking up a long relationship, she seeks for a change of air, escaping LA for a while going to visit some friends in London and there she meets Henry. -Disclaimer: some chapters are mostly smut.

Previous Chapters:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Triggers: talking about depression; anxiety 

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You woke up by the sound of car's honks and drivers cursing at each other. Traffic in LA has always been a mess; that's the kind of sh-t that you'd not had to deal with anymore once you moved to London. You looked at your phone and saw a message from Henry "Good morning beautiful! Call me when you wake up." you did as he told you, but you were directed to his voice mail. "Good morning Hen! I tried to call you but went straight to voicemail. Call me when you're not busy. Kisses" you texted back. After that, you went for breakfast and some aspirin for your headache courtesy of the a-holes screaming outside. You had the house practically to yourself because Beth was still sleeping and when she wasn't on tour she tended to sleep till midday. After some tea and toasts, you went back to your room and decided to continue studying your lines for the audition. You had memorized them already, but you were working on delivering the lines and the emotion of the character. Approximately an hour and a half later, your phone started ringing you could see that it was Henry. You notice immediately that it wasn't a phone call but a video call and for a second doubted about answer it because you were still in pyjamas and hadn't brushed your hair yet, but ultimately, you press the button to accept the call. You almost gasp when you saw him. He was in full Geralt makeup and wardrobe. -H..i...hi- you greeted him surprised and he smiled at you, amused. - Hello! I'm truly sorry that I didn't answer you before, I turned out the phone because I was on the makeup chair and I used the time for line learning. - he apologized. - It's ok - you assure him with a smile. - So, have you finished filming your scenes? - No. We just filmed one of the scenes and there's one more left for today and then I'm done for today, but they're short scenes so it shouldn't take much time. - It's there a kiss on any of those scenes? - you asked curiously - No - he replied, grinning. - Would you be jealous if there'd be one? - No - you denied. - Well, maybe, just a little, tiny bit jealous. - you finally admitted. - I know that's your job, I have the same job so I know that doesn't mean anything more than something that was scripted to do, but I'll admit that I little part of me feel jealous to know that other women will kiss you too. -I understand - Do you really? -Yes. I saw "Valerie" again the night you left, those sex scenes between you and Bradley Cooper were...intense. I was so jealous and you weren't even my girlfriend back then. - You're really cute, you know that, right? - you said in a sweet tone - Not cutter than you. - I miss you a lot - you sighed and he joined you. - Me too. - Will you call me before you go to sleep? I want to see your face as you as well. Not that I don't enjoy seeing Geralt, because the white wolf is hot af, but I miss seeing my baby's face. - Yes, I'll call you again later.- he said smiling. - I've got to go. See you. Bye baby. -Bye Hen!- you replied blowing a kiss to the phone screen. After the conversation ended, you lay on the bed. Damm depression! It had to f-ck you up every chance it got. You felt so many emotions at once. You wanted to laugh because how happy you were of had found a man like Henry; you also wanted to cry tears of joy because of that and tears of sadness as well, because you missed him so much. You felt afraid. Was it too soon to feel that deeply about someone that you met days before. Why if he thought about it and came to the same conclusion and decided to end things with you and not to see you again anymore? You were already crying without even noticing it. You hadn't needed an extra therapy session in the last month, but you desperately needed to talk to your therapist. You texted her and she finally replied ten minutes later and agreed to have an emergency session online -like you did the past few weeks in London-. After your session, you felt more relaxed, like you're able to think again. Therapy is not about finding the answers to your questions but getting the tools to help you find it yourself. You realized after some thinking is that the reason why you were feeling so anxious was that you were afraid people would think that you were using Henry to get over your ex. You knew in your heart that that wasn't the case. You knew you wanted Henry because of him, because of who he was: all you ever wanted in a partner and so much more. Henry was irreplaceable. You forgot about the time difference between London and LA because it was only 2 pm LA time when you got another video call from Henry. This time, he wasn't wearing any witcher makeup, he was himself, wearing a grey t-shirt.  - Hi baby - he said and yawned; he was clearly tired after working hard and the lack of good sleep. - Hi sweetie! You're tired, hu?- you replied making a sad puppy face - Yes. I think I'm going to sleep like a log tonight. - Do you have to be early onset tomorrow? - No, just like today around midday. The day after tomorrow I have to be up by 3 am. -Yikes! -Yep. Well, I cannot complain, I love my job. - I know you do. Well, I won't bother you anymore. I just wanted to see your gorgeous face and hear your beautiful voice one more time today. - Me too. I miss you way too much, you know? I hope that I get to see you soon. -Yes. I hope so too. - Talk to you in the morning! -Yeah. Have a good night of sleep baby, you deserved it! Sweet dreams! -Thank you, you too darling!

[angelicichor]

I always imagined that either versions of Leatherface would have the most hectic family time on the 4th of July. Tons of family coming over, distant cousins etc, bbq, tons of meat to prepare for it,drinking, loud music and fireworks, Drayton/Hoyt bitching about how the food isn't that good although he would not do better if he were to cook himself. Even grandpa is there wearing patriotic accessories. Just pure absolute mayhem 😂

Oh, absolutely! 

Thomas would be forced to do SO MUCH heavy lifting for the family, because sure, their family consists of 4 people and the rest either doesn’t exist or doesn’t  care to visit them, but they’ll for sure invite the trailer ladies as well and Hoyt ain’t gonna disappoint America with a half-assed 4th of July!

So we’re talking crates of illegal fireworks, setting them up for the evening, dealing with a big group of people that Hoyt went an extra mile to find, getting them ready for supper, and just... Luda Mae will have a lot of cooking to do, yeah, but THOMAS’ POOR BACK help this BOY.

Hoyt would only be really useful for bringing stuff from the city, like beer, whiskey, smokes, veggies and all this kinda stuff, but everything else is purely Luda, Thomas and if he has one - his s/o. 

They’d only celebrate after 11 pm, because you know Monty and Hoyt would get too fuckin’ drunk to function for more than 2 hours, singing old country songs and watching the TV, but that’s only AFTER the marvelous dinner Luda prepared. 

And I think this is one of those few rare days during which Tommy let’s himself relax, sits down with his uncle and Monty, maybe gets something to drink, but he doesn’t really get drunk... boy’s got a hard noggin for this type of stuff, but he enjoys the feeling of being included, of the family being, well, happy together, no butchering to be done, no fear for the next day, just plain fun. He can do that.

With Sawyers however, oh god, brace yourself, Texas. 

There’s at least 30 people. AT LEAST. Not counting the people in the basement, because, you see, Drayton ain’t the only one leadin’ the butchering life.

Bubba, just like Thomas, is made to do all the heavy lifting, but Nubbins helps him a bit, well, mostly just keeps him company and plays with the victims. 

You know there’s this one auntie who has 5 children, who all immediately swarm Bubba, demanding to be lifted up, squealing at him so he does the same in return and they LOVE IT, because they love their cousin, especially that one blondie baby, who just has stars in her eyes when she sees him and Bubba gives her one of his masks at some point.

Nubbins only really pays attention to anything once Chop Top comes around, and then the two start fighting, wrestling, biting each other, like the feral rat men they are, meanwhile Drayton is off discussing something with another family member, talking about how sex ruins all good things, even though he should be getting the children off Junior, so he can make his delicious Chili.

The first guests have arrived at 6 in the morning and it’s an old couple that will be leaving later, but just wanted to chat with grandpa, help him dress up as Uncle Sam before leaving, the granny kissing Bubba’s cheeks with all the love in the world, but Nubbins just gets a cheek pinch, because she knows he’s a naughty, naughty boy. 

The second ones to arrive are the married folks who brought like... way too many fireworks. Like, they needed two pick-ups to get them to the house. There’s too many, please --- And they’ve been shooting those babies from 10 am till the end of the party and somehow STILL  have some left, which they’ll use on their ride home, because fuck law.

But honestly I LIVE for the headcanon that the Sawyers and The Hewitts are cousins. 

Mostly because I just wanna see Tommy and Bubbsy interacting.

Like they arrive and Bubba immediately squeals in happiness, running to hug his big cous’, whining and giggling as he lets him go, only to squeeze him again and Thomas just goes with it, because why not.

 They both help each other while unpacking everything and you KNOW Bubba’s fucking amazed by Thomas, the way he can carry more than him, how he’s more precise with the meat, how fast and focused his hands are... Just a star eyed baby watching like Thomas is the most talented person in the world. And Tommy feels so awkward with it, so he just... skits over and motions to one person’s face, pointing to Bubba or more precisely - his masked face, then to his own and it takes moment for the youngest Sawyer to register that he just got asked FOR A MASK. And oh gosh is he excited. 

 And the rest of the family still comes, but while everybody is excited to see Bubba, Thomas kinda... intimidates them, so the giant tries to make himself as small as possible, not to scare the children, but don’t worry! Bubba’s here to rescue him!

The moment Bubba interacts with Thomas, everybody is more willing to do so as well, and soon enough Tommy is just... covered by little slimy gremlins that those people call their children. He’s loving it. 

Drayton and Charlie argue the WHOLE DAY, but at the end of it their argument comes to a close - because it’s time to prove who’s the better head of their family. And there’s only one way to do that! BUBBA, TOMMY, ARM WRESTLING, NOW.

Thomas laughs it off, but... But Bubba is ALL ABOUT THIS. He sits down fast as lightning and is giving Thomas that expectant look, but his cousin is just... confused, why would he? He doesn’t want to hurt Bubbsy, they’re family and sure this is only arm wrestling, but that can do SO MUCH DAMAGE when it’s two giant, powerful men doing it.

But Bubba insists, so Tommy listens and is surprised that Bubba is actually... fucking STRONG. He should’ve expected that and he did, but not to that extent.

They both give it their best, but in the end Thomas ends it with a loud slam and to his shock the table flips over and Bubba falls to the floor, but damn it, he’s SO STARSTRUCK. 

 Thomas is called the best man in the family instead of Hoyt, who is FURIOUS about it, but nobody cares and LUDA IS SO PROUD OF HER BOY.

Speaking of which, whenever Bubba and Thomas are alone Luda Mae will come up to them, praise both, tell them how handsome they are, tug their ears affectionately, because their cheeks are PROTECTED DAMN IT.

And she’ll definitely have a tissue with her to swipe away any dirt on Bubba’s face, he loves his auntie and doesn’t understand why Thomas is so embarrassed when she tries to clean his mask too.

Around 6 pm everybody sits down, gives grace and starts F E A S T I N G. Except Thomas, but when asked he just hangs his head and gives a shy smile, but the family understands, he isn’t the most open person. They make sure to leave food for him for later, when he won’t have so many eyes on him.Instead of eating he carves a dope-ass knife out of a bone that he found on the floor, leaves it on the bench for anyone to pick up and it just dissappears at some point. 

Also - DO NOT mix Nubbins and Thomas. Tommy has thrown the rat man against a wall before and is NOT afraid to do that before. They just... don’t work.Chop Top though gets on with Thomas surprisingly well, but it’s probably because Tommy is absorbed by his vast CD collection. He sure as hell comes back home with at least 15 of them and a player that he borrowed. Luckily Chop Top can drive himself to retrieve it at some point. 

kjaklsjalldk I could write headcanons for those bastards interacting for HOURS, but that would be too long ｡ﾟ･（>﹏

[viktorfm]

(MAXENCE DANET-FAUVEL, NONBINARY) - Have you seen VIKTOR SAMUELS? VIKTOR is in HIS/THEIR SENIOR year. The VISUAL ARTS MAJOR is 24 years old & is a CAPRICORN. People say HE/THEY are OBSERVANT, INGENIOUS, RETICENT and DEPENDENT. Rumors say they’re a member of KINCAID. I heard from the gossip blog that THEY'RE HAVING AN AFFAIR WITH THEIR THERAPIST. (JAMES. 21. EST. THEY/THEM.)

dont. look at me. i know. anyways if it wasnt obvs i abandoned cupid (n darrow) in order 2 bring the two ocs tht he ws inspired by n ws a combination of bt. theyre better as different ppl methinks.

DEATH, HEAVY GRIEF, OVERDOSE / DRUG ADDICTION, HOSPITALIZATION, HYPERSEXUALITY, RELIGION MENTIONS TW

aesthetic.

old tvs and their static, worn tapes, horror movie screams, spilled ink, a sculptor’s hands, clay-stained, chicken scratch handwriting, messy notes, messy hair, scoffs and eye-rolls, bruised knuckles, sore throats, funeral homes and a crying preacher, shattered ceramics, knife fights, high ledges, vertically-striped pants, red lights, the moon shrouded in clouds, cigarette butts, graveyards and half-empty wine bottles, sitting there for hours and talking to nothing, about nothing, a god complex, gold rings adorning both hands, barbwire baseball bats, having never played baseball in your life, deep eyebags and broken mirrors, a permanent chip on one’s shoulder, yearning, longing, wishing.

basics.

full name: viktor phillip samuels

nickname(s): icky vicky :/

b.o.d. - january 2nd, 1996

label(s): the black hole, the crepehanger, the impious, the opaque, the tempest, etc.

height: 6′1″

hometown: preaker, vermont

sexuality: pansexual uwu

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favorite song: disorder, joy division / it’s getting faster, moving faster / now it’s getting out of hand / on the tenth floor, down the back stairs / it’s a no man’s land / lights are flashing, cars are crashing / getting frequent now / i’ve got the spirit, lose the feeling / let it out somehow

background.

born to mama and papa (preacher) samuels in preaker, vermont - fifteen minutes after his twin sister, tatiana samuels. years later, rosa samuels joined the gang.

was an awkward, quiet kid growing up, he didn’t interact well with others and preferred being left alone to dig up worms and draw on the walls of their childhood home. the only exception was his twin, really.

as he got older he grew out of this, but instead became like … sort of an asshole? maybe to compensate for years of childhood awkwardness. he’s the sort of person who will bite the hand that feeds him & developed into a full time nuisance by middle school, unlike tatiana who was much more subtle about her conniving manners.

always has been a fan of ‘darker’ materials. grim & creepy morbid shit. probably the biggest tim burton fan, ever since he was a kid … not a good look for a preacher’s son, but he never really felt ‘in’ with the rest of his family to begin with. classic black sheep syndrome.

drew disturbing pictures as a kid that probably prompted one or two or five phone calls home to assure everything was fine.

just really had a knack for art at a young age, from drawing to painting to playing with clay. it’s always been his thing and probably is the only thing he’s good at.

being twins with tatiana was hard. they were near opposite besides both being quite mean-spirited. tatiana handled being in public better, left a better image behind - but viktor had talent, more than she did. they loved each other deeply - y’know, those unbreakable twin bonds as cliche as it sounds - but found each other as competition for their parents’ attention. a rivalry for affection.

in high school is when viktor really started to act out. it started extreme, like losing his virginity in their church and vandalism around the neighborhoods. faked being possessed in the middle of sunday service & almost had an exorcism performed on him.

his only redeemable trait was like … just his sheer talent in the arts. was in a 3d art ap course and specialized in sculptures. he could pretty much create anything he wanted with enough dedication.

because he was the problem child, the one who deserved to be disciplined for all his antics, tatiana could sneak away and get away with whatever she wanted much easier. on the bright-side, for her, i guess.

not a very motivated person - wasn’t planning on going to college, much less going to yates but his parents literally wrote & sent his college application for him because they weren’t going to house a deadbeat but had too much heart to kick him out onto the streets. cool!

he’s actually pretty smart but he just doesn’t apply himself. has a minor in english because he didn’t care for an extra course-load, but he’s good at writing & analyzing literature. is going to use it to write and illustrate his own series of children books with a style similar to tim burton’s. not for the kids, but because he likes to leave a trail of terror in whatever he does.

has been experimenting with himself since high school but college is where he really had started to crack down on himself. was out as pansexual & nonbinary by his sophomore year of college just … not to his parents, who don’t really need to know.

if you asked him if he believed in twins having a psychic connection with each other - he’d tell you he wouldn’t know. it felt believable at times, but sometimes he had no idea what was going on inside of tatiana’as head. on the other hand - viktor had always felt oddly transparent to her, like she knew all of his moves before he did. the only person who could predict him accurately.

( tw death, grief, overdose / hospitalization beyond this point )

when tatiana disappeared, viktor knew something was up. it was a twist in his gut, pure instinct that something wasn’t right. and it wasn’t right - and when she was proclaimed missing, they couldn’t find her.

and when tatiana died - viktor knew. it felt wrong, something cut so severely in him he could pinpoint her death to the second. he didn’t know how, or why, but he knew it. knew it before anybody else had.

afterwards he went on a sort of bender. he’d begun to struggle with a mild drug addiction late senior year of high school / early college, but he was managing it up until this point.

his mental health had also sunk to an all-time low, when it’d never been great to begin with. (manic & depressive episodes. once fixated on a sculpting project for six months and then knocked it off the table and destroyed it as soon as he finished it for no apparent reason.)

tatiana’s body wasn’t found immediately, and when it was … viktor went off the rails. ended up overdosing & being hospitalized. spent six months in & out of psychiatric care after that.

came back to yates to finish his senior year because … for the reasons above, he hadn’t been able to complete it. just wants to get his credits and get out of here.

is still dealing with a lot of trauma & grief - causes him to spiral and be unpredictable in regards of his mental health. he stopped taking his medication, so. :/ some days are alright, other days are pretty bad.

personality & facts.

the human embodiment of a gremlin that was fed after midnight. a goblin, if you will. one of those cats with a narrow head and really big ears … that’s them!

a big horror & halloween enthusiast. loves the old campy horror movies & probably has an abundance of masks from different movies. dresses like a grimy millennial beetlejuice more than they should because they just … love those black & white vertical-striped pants.

can appreciate the ~urban legends~ at yates and likes to feed into the fear that surrounds them. is probably the cause of a few ‘anomalies’ and ‘paranormal sightings’ because they’re just … a jerk.

fashion alternates between e-boy (they would be tiktok famous if they were 17 & didn’t think that a majorly minor based app was weird.), millennial beetlejuice, and goth in a crop top & sweatpants. big fan of crop tops and a big fan of sweatpants.

they can be really fucking mean? petty, aggressive, a major instigator. will literally spit in your face for little to no reason, you could just look at them the wrong way. the kind of person who will stick their gum into someone else’s hair. other than that? they’re like … sort of okay. they’re not always mean, just a dick about 90% of the time lmao

like okay yeah they’ll call someone a stinky bitch for no reason except they feel like it and believes it. it’s fine, they’re fine, we’re fine.

despite the fact that they’re probably getting into a fight whenever, considers themself to be a lover and not a fighter but that’a primarily because they fuck a lot. uses it as a coping mechanism, like they’re this big fancy carnival show that’s like ‘come one, come all! fuck the dead girl’s twin brother!’ and it’s … a lot. might have a problem with hypsersexuality but they’re not fully aware of it.

the preacher’s whore son, basically :)

pansexual & nonbinary, switches between he & they pronouns often and without a pattern, but they have such a fragile grip on their identity that you could call them ‘dog-faced bitch’ and they’d turn around like. sup.

vastly impulsive … like i said, they destroy their own creations for the fun of it. spends all their money on useless shit, will cheat on someone because they feel like it & likes the thrill, screams into the night sky frequently like a cat in heat.

will also spend months creating useless shit for no reason too. spent six of them sculpting a hollowed out tree the size of them & then took a sledgehammer to it.

they’re very super dramatic. would play the organ at church when nobody was looking after them and service was about to start. would just churn out these super haunting, creepy melodies like they were phantom of the opera. would do the same exact thing at home on their keyboard with the pipe organ setting whenever they got grounded until their parents took it away hbdsjfngkh

will absolutely not talk about their ‘time away’ because it’s not anyone’s business, not even their own younger sister. still refuses to talk about tatiana’s death, or their mental health, or their addiction (fallen back into it but it hasn’t gotten severe … yet :/), or anything involving their own emotions.

will just change the topic abruptly, no warning. asks about the jonas brothers instead and they fucking hate the jonas brothers.

that being said they’re absolutely not over tatiana’s death & it’s to the point of obsession over it. like there’s some kind of secret that needs to be uncovered, even though there just. isn’t. tatiana was their rock and they were pretty much dependent on her. kept them grounded. could control them when nobody else could, got into their head easier than others. it’s sort of like rosa lost two siblings that day because viktor hasn’t been the same since.

emotionally unavailable while also crying twice a day. cries during their brawls but still wins. is stony-faced when they tell you they cheated on you with your much hotter best friend.

will tell you straight up what they want from you, no bullshit & no beating around the bush. just blunt. if they want to fuck, nothing else, then that’s it. if they feel deviation or developing feelings then they’ll ghost in less than a second. is awful like that but feels no shame.

but also emotional as shit and it’s confusing. will cry on a whim and then flip you off if you try to console them or ask them what’s up. will bite you.

they go to therapy but they just fuck around and wastes their therapists’ time … also is fucking their therapist, but that’s neither here nor there. so they’re not really getting the help they need.

likes to be intimidating but not … with their body or anything because they’re a twig but uses their love & knowledge of horror and creepy shit to their advantage. has an abundance of fake blood. has channeled the energy of jack nicholson and used it on tatiana’s boyfriends before (also is a big fan of sfx makeup & has dabbled in it)

probably chases kids around with a chainsaw without the chain on halloween every year.

generally never doing good, both mental health wise & morally. would probably steal candy from a baby for funsies.

i don’t know if there’s a good to them somewhere deep down, but they don’t see any issues with themself either. nothing really breaks through to them anymore because the only person who ever made them stop and think about their actions was tatiana, and well, y’know. :/

an introverted reclusive type who doesn’t like most people or going out, but does so anyway if it means a quick high & a cheap thrill.

pretty observant and likes to analyze people even though they’re often like … partially wrong. judgmental because they like to make people feel bad, not because they’re a righteous mighty person. because they’re not. so like, a hypocrite!

wanted connections.

religious trauma? oh worm ;; three cheers fr <3 guilt <3 anyways uh. just people tht viktor hs known thru the church in some way even tho hes a fkn. freak now. maybe even family friends. 

the horror of our love :/ ;; hmm. any romance tht cld b toxic i think this cld fit. just rly a bad fit. viktor doesnt rly know hw to love so nothing rly lasts bt. maybe they try n try n nothing works bt they keep trying. cld also just be anything unrequited.

little fkn gremlins ;; theyre all evil n mean. bt theyre all friends. <3 

you are nothing ;; uuh. enemy plots. spicy enemies. rly bad enemies. rivals. they r brutal towards each other bcos nothing viktor does is ever soft.

fuck u dont pity me ;; uh. people who try to get close to viktor n he just. bites at them. he’s like no. bc he assumes ppl who r kind in response 2 his vileness r. theres smth wrong w them. n it might hv to do with pity. n he hates pity.

ugh. locals x ;; ppl who also grew up around preaker, vermont. the samuels r <3 well known folks n the uh. hm. the murder is an ongoing case. so they cld know abt it <3

dont tell anybody x ;; this is for soft plots. i dont know much about soft plots but. 

maybe i am part of the problem ;; the problem is chlamydiagate. this is a hook-ups connection. fwbs n one night stands. ppl viktor hs brutally ghosted. he doesnt acknowledge their existence outside of these events, perhaps. 

dont u just wna go apeshit ;; this is where viktor becomes a bad influence.

bt uh. anything. pelase

[k-writer1998]

Rebel Hours (6/18)

Kwon Jieun always fit her parents’ image of the “perfect” daughter… at least to their knowledge. Away from prying eyes she was like any other girl living life to the fullest doing what she wants. When a little someone named Bang Chan comes into her life priorities are changed, mistakes are made, and her life finally becomes her own.

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      Before I went to bed last night I reached out to Minhyuk, hoping he didn’t change his number. I wanted to get everything over quickly so that I could face Chan properly. Thankfully luck was on my side and I received a text in the morning. After a few exchanges we agreed to meet the day after in a coffee shop around my university. When it came to the day of, the only thing left to do was to get past mother since father would be in his office most of the day.

“Mom, I’m heading out.”

“Where are you going?”

“I forgot one of my textbooks at the apartment so I’m just going to grab it and head to a cafe to do my homework for a bit.”

      Mother contemplated it for a moment, her eyes examining me up and down. She wasn’t buying it cause I took leave but people can be forgetful, even their perfect daughter. I mean I already have my stuff and this is an excuse but she doesn’t need to know that.

“I know I’m on leave and my professors have given me any extra materials I needed but I just realized I needed my text book for a reading assignment because I didn’t read over that section of the syllabus until today.”

“... Okay. Don’t be late, we have a campaign event at five so be home no later than three on the dot.”

“Yes, mom.” 

      At the train station I stopped at the restroom and entered one of the stalls before quickly taking off my wig and changing my clothes, shoving everything in my backpack. When I stepped out I fixed myself before going to catch my train. I needed to get out of the good girl image for a bit, I’ve been doing it non-stop for almost two weeks now and the wig needed to come off before I lost my mind. As I headed to the cafe I passed by the campus and couldn’t help but think of Chan. Since I’ve started ghosting him, I’ve missed him. I opened my texts and stared at our chat history, a habit I’ve picked up recently, before trying to write a message but nothing sounded right. How am I supposed to say something? I was the one icing him out and he practically knows it. With a sigh I erased the sorry excuse for a message and put my phone away. One step at a time Jieun. My eyes glided over the quaint exterior of my favorite cafe by campus. It was tucked away on a back street and it gave off a very natural vibe with various plants strewn across the shop. As I took a tentative step in, Minhyuk had turned to grab a table when he spotted me and waved me over. He gingerly placed a cup in front of me once I sat.

“I hope you don’t mind, I got you a drink. Don’t know if it’s still your favorite but I got you a mocha with cinnamon and chocolate drizzle.”

“Yeah… it’s still the same, thanks,” I responded softly as a small smile spread across my lips.

“I see you dyed your hair, it looks nice. How do your parents feel about it?”

“They don’t know and that’s how I’m still alive but thanks anyway.”

      We both gave a small chuckle as we took a sip of our drinks, the air growing silent. Taking a moment to prepare myself, I bit the bullet because if I’m going to face my parents soon I’m going to need to get straight to the point.

“You’re probably wondering why I called you out after so many years, aren’t you?”

“A bit but I may know what this is about,” he offered a sympathetic smile.

“I’m pretty sure you weren’t completely in the dark about this but I do want to apologize for everything that happened in our last year of high school.”

“Jieun you don’t have to apologize-”

“I do because all the trouble with the audition and breaking our promise… that was my fault. My parents made a threat back then and I thought it was stupid but when you lost that important competition I realized they weren't kidding and-”

      I didn’t realize how much of my fears and anxiety I had locked away. The words kept spilling from my lips and just wouldn’t stop until Minhyuk cut me off.

“I know… they tried to get me to break up with you before too. I turned down anything they tried to offer me and dismissed their threats."

"You turned them down? I didn't even know they went to you first."

"I did because I think we both thought our love could defeat everything…"

"And that competition was our wake up call… Even though it doesn't mean much now, you really should have won and everyone knew it too."

"It's all in the past. I've won enough competitions to compensate," he chuckled before going back on topic. "Since we're being honest… After the competition, I knew at the time I loved you but I was scared that I couldn't love you fully if I had to live with my future on the line. I'm sorry I know that's one of your fears but I-"

"Minhyuk it's fine we were teenagers whose futures meant everything to them. If anything I should be apologizing cause I'm the one who backed away first and ended our relationship."

"No, you were just the one who had the courage to end it first… for both of our sake. I knew why so I never blamed you so you have nothing to apologize for."

      A moment passed between us before we started to laugh. We sound so ridiculous right now, trying to argue why we were the ones to blame rather than the other. The tension left the air and it was as if we were chatting like old friends.

“So what prompted this impromptu chat? It’s been a few years, I thought it was all in the past for you since you haven’t reached out until now.”

“I thought clearing the air would give me some extra courage when I face my parents.”

“I’m glad you are finally standing up for yourself, but that’s not it is it?”

“How can you tell?”

“I know that look in your eyes, you used to have the same look for me,” he teased.

“Well you caught me… there is someone,” I blushed, a smile making its way onto my face.

“Good, you deserve to be happy.”

“Is there someone else for you too?”

“Yeah, we’ve been dating for a little over a year now.”

“Really? Let me see!”

“Only if you show me your guy,” he laughs.

      I eagerly agreed and pulled up my favorite picture of Chan, the first one I ever took of us. I had different ones but there was something about that one I especially loved. We switched phones and I immediately cooed at the cute couple photo I saw on his screen.

“I see you still have your habit of taking pictures when people aren’t paying attention. Not bad, even though he wasn’t ready for the picture he still looks good. I give him that.”

“And she is the sweetest looking thing. I haven’t met her but if you break her heart I will come after you.”

       We continued to joke and chat a bit more before my phone buzzed. That was my alarm, meaning I have to go back home now, I internally groan. I think I started losing hair from the stress of staying in the house with my parents. 

"I gotta go but If you ever have a performance or competition in town let me know so I can cheer you on, plus I want to meet this girlfriend that has you so whipped," I tease.

"Sure as long as you make this new guy your boyfriend and bring him along too," he shot back.

      We walked out together and before we parted ways he gave me a kiss on the cheek for good luck. After changing yet again in the station’s bathroom stall, I made my way to my platform. On the train I finally had a chance to check my phone and realized I got a text.

To: Princess

Hey how have you been? Still busy with the family stuff?

To: Chan 🖤

Yeah, I’ve been stuck in my hometown helping my mom arrange everything.

To: Princess

Okay, remember to take care of yourself too.

      Something felt off with how he texted… no you must be overthinking it and even if there was could you blame him? You’ve been sending the boy mixed signals, deal with it later and let's prepare for the stupid shitshow of a gala in a few days. Since school has started my parents have been trying to match me with some son of a CEO friend or something, Jeon Kyunghoon. I screened over those parts of our conversations especially once Chan officially came into the picture three weeks later. Yet regardless of my uninterest toward the subject they still continued with the match up anyways. What's worse is that I’ve seen Kyunghoon at other functions and Seunghee and I had purposefully avoided him because he seemed like a narcissist. Now I'm forced to go spend the gala with him, the only good part is that the Seung-siblings will be there too. That means if needed Seunghee, and to a lesser extent Seungmin, can save me if he is just as slimy as he seems.

      Waking up the day of the gala, I already had a bad feeling. Looking on the bright side though this gala marks the end of my leave and the end of my stay at my parents' house. The day was cleared so we could prepare for the gala, a bit excessive I thought but with a mother like mine you can never have too much time. I wasn’t like my mother so I waited until a few hours before we left to get ready. I changed into my white knee-length off-the-shoulder dress that had a black lace bodice and sleeves, with the lace slightly spilling into the top half of the skirt. I lightly curled my hair before doing my makeup and by the time father called us to leave, I had just slipped on my heels. In response to the bad feeling I had woken up with, the news warned of a strong chance of rain as the sky was painted a dull grey. 

      Once we checked our coats in we walked into the grand ballroom which was decorated like a castle with a red carpet flowing from the entrance to delicate gold decorations adorning the walls. Before I had to make my rounds with my parents,  and inevitably meet Kyunghoon, I spotted Seunghee. She was in a stunning nude mermaid-style floor length gown with white lace that went from the bottom of the skirt, up. As I approached her I couldn't help but comment with a smile.

"You look amazing! But this was definitely not planned."

"And this is why we're best friends," she laughs, "cause we know what's up and occasionally accidentally match too."

      We hugged each other as I returned her laugh before turning and greeting Seungmin who both looked like he was in his element but also looked like he was hating every minute of it. Before we could talk much my mother called me to come make our rounds.

"God wish me luck. I’m meeting the Kyunghoon guy my parents have been going on about."

"Ewww slimy Kyunghoon?"

"Yeah he’s a friend's son," I roll my eyes.

"Drop an SOS if you need me to get you out of there."

      She winked at me and I forced a smile that caused her to snicker. I replied with a mock salute before reluctantly heading back to my parents.

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Cal looks over at you in the car. “You ok?” 

“Yeah… I knew it’d be possible… but I didn’t think he’d do this to me.” You sigh. 

Cal rests his hand on your thigh, and he lets you sit in silence awhile. Even when you get back to his house, he lets you be. He doesn’t know what you need right now because he doesn’t know you that well.

But he’s happy when you seek him out. He’s out back with Duke and a beer. 

“Sorry.” You whisper, wrapping your arms around him. 

“I’m really not sure what for.” He kisses the top of your head. 

“Shutting down. It just… caught me off guard, what Fletch said.” 

“Remember he’s six, and he has no idea how that sounded to you. But also, it’s ok. People need time to process.” He chuckles. 

“I know, but everything with us is both new and potentially temporary. I hate that I wasted that time even if it was just a couple hours.” 

“Please don’t think of this as temporary. I know it’s easy too but I’m already thinking of ways to stay in you and Fletch’s lives.” Cal murmurs. 

“Cal.” You say pulling away. 

“It’s not ideal. And I know you’ll go back to Aus and it will make this infinitely more difficult. But I dunno. You’re worth it.” He shrugs. 

You cling a little tighter to him and he takes you to bed. 

Something feels a little off the next morning. It’s not Cal, but you can’t pinpoint it, so you have to go about your day. 

Cal takes you home and says he’ll come by later for dinner. You do some laundry and a little bit of packing, since the end of the trip is coming up. And then hit up the grocery store and sit down to do some work before Calum comes over. 

You check your phone in the late afternoon and there’s a text from Ash.

-fletch seems to be having a bad day 

-not everyday is puppies and rainbows with a six year old. What’s going on?

-he’s having a tantrum about eating :(

That gets you worried, Fletch loves to eat. 

-is he running a fever? 

-dont think so. Kay Kay checked it earlier said she thought it was normal. 

-ok. Great. Can YOU check it and let me know? 

-Kay Kay is actually really good with him… 36.5 c

-I don’t give a fuck if she’s the best ever. You’re his father. That’s normal. Ask him what’s wrong? You suggest before turning your phone over to get work done. 

You don’t check it again until after you and Cal have dinner, and are chatting over a glass of wine when it starts ringing incessantly. You finally pick it up and see that it’s Ash. 

“Hey ash. Everything ok?” You ask, making eye contact with Calum. 

“Fletch is having a meltdown and just screaming about how he wants his mom. I don’t know what to do. He doesn’t want anything to do with me so we’re on the way over.” He informs you and you can hear fletch screaming in the background. 

“Ok… we’ll see ya soon, I guess.” You shrug and hang up. “Fletch wants me.” You tell Cal. 

“Should I go?” He asks. 

“I don’t think so. Not yet anyway.” 

You can hear them coming when they get there. Fletch is still screaming all the way down the hall. “We’re almost there fletch. You will see your mom.” You hear Ashton outside the door. You set the wine down and wait for ash to open the door. 

“Momma.” Fletch sniffles, coming over to you. 

You pick him up and stroke the back of his head. “Hi bubba. What’s wrong?” You ask. 

“I thought you left me because i said I wanted to see dad more and momma I don’t want you to go.” He blubbers. 

“Bubba.” You coo, “I couldn’t leave without you. You’re my baby, what would I do without you.” 

“Please don’t leave.” He clings to you tightly. 

“I wouldn’t Fletch. Or you’d know and understand why and how long before I did. I’m not leaving you, baby.” You assure him. 

“We can go home momma, we don’t have to stay. Just don’t leave.” He cries harder. 

“Ohh… Fletch I need you to calm down bubba. We’ll figure out whether we’re gonna stay or go, but we’ll be together still.” 

You notice Ash is unmoved from near the door and Cal is kind of admiring you a moment. 

“I’m gonna go.” He comes by and whispers. 

“What? Why?” you ask. 

“You two need time together.” He kisses your cheek. “We’ll have time for the three of us soon.” You turn and look for for his lips, and he finally presses his to yours. “I’ll talk to you later. Night Fletch, hope you feel better bud.” 

Fletch huffs out a “bye uncle cal.” 

“You ok bubba?” You ask, after he’s calmed down considerably. 

“Can I stay with you?” He sniffles.

“Yeah bubba, you’ve always been able to stay with me.” You continue to hold him, walking around a little bit, trying to soothe him. You look to Ash, “did you bring any of his stuff?”

“No. I don’t even know why…. he just started screaming for you and I… panicked and brought him to you.” He wipes a hand over his face. You can tell looking at Ash that today had’t’ve been a hard day, he looks worn. You nod. 

“Baby, why don’t we get you in some pjs and we’ll snuggle up on the couch with dad and watch a movie before bed?” 

“Ok.” He sniffles. 

You luckily kept a few extra things for Fletch, and you let him get changed. He’s obviously tired when you head back out to the living room. Ash is sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. 

Fletch waits for you to sit and he sits right next to you, leaning into you. He taps ash and holds his hand out, ash looks and grabs it, and then grabs the remote. He lets out a breath you recognize as stress right after he turns the tv on. 

“What do you wanna watch, bubba?” He asks Fletch. 

Fletch looks up at you, “he asked you bubba, not me.” You chuckle. 

He only gets a quarter of the way into the movie before he’s asleep. You get about halfway through before you pick him up and put him in your bed. 

Ash has turned the movie off and is looking for something else. “Sorry I ruined your night.” He says quietly, watching you sit. 

“It’s ok.” You shrug. “Not every day is fun and easy. It’s good you got to see that. Sometimes plans get ruined because the kid comes first.” 

“What did you do if something like that happened? There’s no one else to take him too.” 

“He’s usually just tired, but since I haven’t been with him, I don’t know what the issue is.” You admit. 

“This hasn’t been easy, has it?” Ash asks, looking you over. 

“Ha. He told me the other night that he wanted to live here with you and kay Kay and grandma and aunt Lauren would visit him here and I’ll tell ya what… broke my fuckin heart.” You sigh. 

“Yeah, Cal mentioned that when he was over earlier.” Ash nods. 

“I just don’t think you understand this.” You shake your head, getting up to clean up after you and Cal. “It’s fun for you right? Because you’re getting to know each other and he’s at a super fun age. He has personality and he’s discovering how things work, and he’s curious. But you weren’t there for the hard stuff, when he was a baby and colicky and I was the only one around to take care of him, or figuring out how to go to school and work and still be there for him and get him daycare. Or figuring out how to feed him and also myself, buy diapers… and don’t even say if I would have told you…” you warn. 

“I know. I think it was an easy choice for you, and I can’t even say what I would have done if I was in your shoes because I never could be… but I’m here now and I know I didn’t know what to do tonight and truthfully I don’t think I’ve been following his schedule because I didn’t think it was that big of a deal.” He tries to explain, “but I want to know. I want to be able to handle this.” He sighs, “I told you I wanted to be apart of this and that means the good and the bad. Not just with him but you too.” Ash gets up and puts himself in front of you, “but you gotta stop heading me off all the time. I’m cool with whatever you and Cal are up to. I just want you to know I’m here and I wanna help you out and here would be easier but if it’s not right for you then we’ll work it out at home.” He shrugs, resting his hands on your shoulders. “I just need to learn. You didn’t inherently know how to do all of this.” He points out. 

“No, I didn’t. You’re right.” You nod. “It’s hard to let someone else in on this though.” You shrug. 

“Have you given any more thought to being here? I can help you find a job, you can stay here. I don’t use this place. We can find a great school for Fletch.” He gently tightens his hands. “Please, I just want a more permanent part of his life. And once you’re comfortable with the idea… I wanna be able to tell people he’s mine.” 

“For the sake of honesty… my company does have an offer out for me to stay.” You murmur. 

“No fucking way.” Ash looks excited, he pulls you in and squeezes your body against his. “I could be in Fletch’s life! What does Cal think? What do you think?” 

“Cal thinks I need to do what’s best for fletch and I.” You shrug. “I’m still undecided… though Fletch’s little plea to stay with dad wasn’t my favorite.” You admit. 

He sighs, drops his hands. “What is it? Why are you so reluctant? Just let me help. Let me be apart of your lives.” 

“You don’t get to just walk in and make decisions Ash! None of this has really been on my terms. I’m constantly giving because you’ve somehow made me feel guilty and the bad guy because I put you first, like I always have.” You're exasperated and you know you need to get away from him. You grab your phone and step out on the balcony, closing the door behind you to make it clear that Ash shouldn’t follow you. 

You check your phone for texts and you have one from Cal. 

-hope things are going ok and he sent a picture of duke. 

You reply with a sad face and your phone is immediately ringing. “Hey.” You say. 

“Ya ok, little one?” Cal asks, immediate concern. 

“Just getting into it with Ash again.” You shrug. “What are you up to?” You check. 

“We’re just watching some Tv before bed.” Cal starts. 

Ash peaks his head out the door, “maybe I should go.” He says. 

“Of course! Why not? That’s the easy thing to do.” You retort. 

“He’s asleep. You don’t want to talk to me…” he defends. 

“Ash you have to give me some fucking time ok? I’ve never had to co parent or deal with another adults feelings about things when it comes to fletch, I need some fucking time to process shit.” 

He sighs and he realizes, yeah, that’s probably right. “Ok. I’ll be inside.” He shrugs. 

“Don’t you need to get home to kay Kay anyway?” You roll your eyes.

“That doesn’t matter right now.” He says simply, shutting the door. 

You hold the phone back to your ear and sigh. “Want me to come back by?” Cal asks. “Sounds like you might need a buffer.” 

“Nah. No reason to put you in this. I probably just need to get it off my chest.” You sigh, letting your head roll back. 

“Ok. Well I wanna see you tomorrow.” 

“I wanna see ya too.” You grin a little. 

“Have a good night little one.” He says. 

“You too Cal.” 

You sit outside a little longer to let yourself cool down and then you get to your feet and go back inside. Ash has made himself comfortable, his shoes are off and he’d taken his jacket off finally. 

“I’m sorry.” You say quietly. 

“No… you were right. It’s a change for all of us and we all need to be patient with each other.” He’s just as quiet. 

“You said the right thing you know, about not going home to kay Kay right now.” 

“I told you I want him in my life and I have to make him a priority.” He nods. “And I have to keep in mind that you need to adjust too, but having him means including you, and taking into consideration your feelings on things. I’ll stay the night. I’ll be here in the morning if he wants to come back home with me.” He shrugs. 

“We just gotta keep talking to each other. I can’t read your mind anymore than you can read mine.” 

You end up asleep on the couch with Ash, when you wake up you don’t remember if you fell asleep at opposite ends but you sure as shit woke up at the same end, his arms tucked around you. You push away and stare at him, “what the hell irwin.” You groan. You get up and walk back to the room to check on fletch. He’s just playing by himself on the bed. “Hey Fletch, how ya feeling bubby?” You ask. 

“I feel better, mom.” He reaches his arms out for a hug and you give him one. “We should talk bubba.” You say, getting up to close the door. “You really wanna stay here?” 

“I wanna be close to dad.” 

“Ok but you wanna leave your friends and your school, and grandma?” 

“Grandma can visit, dad said so.” 

“Fletch this is a really big decision, and I’m glad you wanna tell me how you feel about it, but you know I still have to do what’s right for us, right?” 

“Ok mom.” He nods. “Am I going back to dads today?” 

“That’s up to you. Dads still here if you wanna go back home with him.” 

“What are you doing today?” He asks. 

“I was gonna see Calum.” You shrug. 

“Could I spend time with you today?” He asks, his curious eyes meet yours, and it’s a little surreal because Ash used to look at you that way. “And I can go to dad’s later?” 

“Of course, my love. Calum will wait.” 

“He can come too. I haven’t spent a lot of time with uncle Cal.” 

“Are you sure bubba?” You check and he nods. “Ok little monkey, why don’t you go tell dad what your plan is.” 

You follow him back out to the living room and he’d climbed on the couch with Ashton, who was holding him. “Of course you should spend the day with your mom. I know she misses you.” He whispers loudly to Fletch and kisses the top of his head. Fletch whispers something you can’t hear back and Ashton looks at him in disbelief, “I can never be mad about that bubba.” He assures him. “I love you Fletch.” 

“I love you too dad.” 

You grin. “Ash can you stay so I can get a quick shower?” You ask. 

“Yep. Maybe we’ll go out and get breakfast to bring back.” 

Fletch’s eyes light up, “mama loves pancakes!” 

“I know. We should get her some.” Ash agrees. 

“Alright well if dads gonna take you to get breakfast, we need to get you cleaned up.” You clap, and Fletch jumps right up. Ash helps him in the bathroom, wash his face and brush his teeth. You text Cal and let him know that you’ll be spending the day with Fletch and he was invited. 

He easily agrees and invites you over to his so Fletch could play with Duke if he wanted. 

When you get out of the shower you can hear the boys are back. “Hey dad? Do you think mom likes Calum?” 

“I do bud. I think she likes him a lot… help me set the table, Fletch.” Ash asks, handing him the plates. 

“Will that make you sad?” 

“No. Mom deserves to be happy and there isn’t anyone better in the world than you and uncle Cal.” 

“Do I like uncle Cal?” Fletch asks. 

“You get to make up your own mind on that. I like uncle Cal. He’s my best friend.” Ash explains, and you decide to spare him and come out dressed. 

“Mama!” Fletch smiles at you, “we got you pancakes!” He’s beaming. 

“Thanks love.” You smile and kiss him.

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THG AU Chapter 20

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TW: Major character death, drinking.

* Six months later, Pietro was helping Wanda pack for her victory tour.*

Pietro: Okay, how many outfits do you need? 

Wanda: One per day, so twelve. And four pairs of pajamas. 

Pietro: * folding outfits and putting them in Wanda’s suitcase* Okay. 

Wanda: So, what are you going to do while you have the house to yourself?

Pietro: Oh yeah, I have plans. So many plans. I can’t wait to do all of these awesome things that I’m going to do while I have the house to myself.

Wanda: You have no idea what you are going to do, do you? 

Pietro: No I do not. 

Wanda: Just try not to get too bored while I’m away.

Pietro: Twelve days, Wanda! Last time we were apart that long, you were in The Hunger Games! What am I supposed to do while you’re gone? 

Wanda: *grabbing her fully packed suitcase* Just stay entertained, remember to eat, and don’t break anything. And don’t die. If you really need to call me there’s a phone on the train, but I’ll be really busy. Only call if there’s an emergency. 

Pietro: Fine. I’ll try to find something to do. 

Wanda: *hugging him* Goodbye! Love you! Have fun! 

Pietro: Love you too. See you after your tour. 

* Wanda got on the train, where her mentor, stylist, prep team, and escort were already ready to go. *

Loki: Okay, we’re starting in 11 and going all the way to The Capitol. Speaking of The Capitol, President Snow has specifically set it up for us to spend extra time in District 3 because the train needs to be inspected by professionals. 

Natasha: * sarcastically* Is that why? Are you sure he doesn’t just need a news story about my private life?

Loki: You’re a public figure, you don’t get privacy! I don’t see Wanda complaining. 

Wanda: Wait, everything I do is going to be broadcasted to the whole country?

Loki: Pretty much, yeah.

Wanda: I didn’t sign up for this!

Loki: But you survived.You’re a victor, and victors are public figures.  

* Wanda did not like that idea one bit. Still, she did her speeches in each of the districts they went to. Eventually, they got to District 3. *

Loki: Remember, after this, you will have four hours to get to know the locals. That’s eight times what you normally get. I don’t know what anyone would do for that long in such a boring district.

Gamora: There are a few decent places to get lunch around here. 

Nebula: Yeah, our father always drags us here on “ important government business and we always eat at this one cafe called “JavaSipt ” with really good sandwiches. 

Natasha: Is this cafe way out in the open, or is it more secluded?

Gamora: It’s just a little place. It’s usually pretty empty. 

Natasha: What’s the camera situation in this cafe?

Gamora: There are not as many cameras in 3 as there are in 12. This cafe has one, but if you sit inside in the back left corner, you actually won’t be caught on video. 

Loki: Why are you giving her this advice? 

Gamora: Because there are no cameras on the train either. 

Loki: The people want to see her!

Natasha: Okay, well they can see me when I want to be seen, but there are some things I just don’t want to share with all of Panem. My relationship is a personal aspect of my life, and the news is doing everything it can to rip us apart for the sake of creating drama. 

Loki: But drama is so interesting!

*After Wanda gave her speech, she ran straight for Vision. After all, Natasha and Bruce were together. Clearly, it wasn’t a big deal if people from different districts dated. What’s the worst that could happen? Vision brings Wanda into his house to escape the hidden cameras. * 

*Meanwhile*

Bruce: So, we have four hours. What do you want to do? 

Natasha: We could get lunch. I hear there’s a cafe down that way that’s pretty good.

Bruce: You mean JavaSipt? I love that place! Besides, I’m always a sucker for puns. 

Natasha: Yeah. I was thinking we could sit in the back left corner.

* They went to lunch and for the fist time since Natasha won the games, she felt like she could just be herself. They had a great time, and after lunch they still had two hours to spend together. He showed her around the district and they just enjoyed each other’s company. She eventually had to get back on the train.*

Natasha: Wow! that went by fast. 

Bruce: It really did. I really don’t want to wait six months before I see you again. It’s going to feel like forever!

Natasha: I know, but at least we can still talk on the phone every day. 

Bruce: It isn’t the same. 

Loki: Come on, girls! We spent four hours in this district, and I’m ready to go somewhere better.

Natasha: * kisses Bruce* Goodbye! I’ll see you in six months!

Bruce: Goodbye, Nat! I’ll see you then. 

*Three days later, they were in The Capitol for Wanda’s party and President Snow himself came into her room.*

Snow: I just wanted to let you know that associating with people from other districts who are not victors is not acceptable. You never know who might get hurt. 

Wanda: What do you mean? 

Snow: I’m sure that your recent interaction in District 3 was an accident, but don’t let it happen again.

* With that he left. About two hours later, Wanda received a phone call while she was getting dressed. Her stylist picked it up.*

Gamora: Hello?

Pietro: *over the phone* Hi, my name is Pietro Maximoff and I need to speak to my sister, Wanda, immediately.

Gamora: She is getting her hair, nails, and makeup done. What is this in reference to?

Pietro: Our cousin just died. Give my sister the phone.

Gamora: Oh. I’m so sorry.  I’ll give her the phone. 

Nebula: Stop. What is it about?  *Gamora whispers to Nebula* Oh. Well, can’t we wait and tell her after her party? 

Wanda: What is it? Who’s on the phone? What’s wrong?

Gamora: It’s your brother. Here you go. *hands Wanda the phone* 

Wanda: Hello?

Pietro: Clint was killed in a mining accident today. A beam fell and hit him in the head. Nobody else was  hurt, but Clint’s gone. Also, you need to tell Natasha. 

Wanda: An accident? 

Pietro: Are you going to be okay?

Wanda: *crying* Yes. I’ll be fine. 

Pietro: Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow. Goodbye.

Wanda: *Hardly audible* Goodbye. *to her prep team* My cousin just died.

Nebula: I’ll use waterproof makeup. 

Mantis: *hugs her* You’re going to be alright. 

Peter: How did it happen?

Gamora: Peter! Don’t ask that!

Natasha: *entering the room* Hey Wanda, are you ready for your party? *sees Wanda is crying* What’s wrong? 

*Wanda begins crying harder.*

Gamora: She just got a call that her cousin died.

Natasha: Wait, WHAT?! Clint?

Wanda: *nods* 

Natasha: * tearing up* I have to go. *runs out of the room* 

Nebula: * looks at Gamora* Next time, wait until after they both have to make a public appearance to deliver that kind of news. Now they both have to go to the party like this.

* They put on their dresses and go to the party. Both of them are wearing red. The party went by, but Wanda just wanted to go home. Nastasha decided to get absolutely hammered so she could make it through the party. ( Don’t worry, the legal drinking age in Panem is 18.) By the end of the night, she can hardly stand. Wanda and Loki had to walk her upstairs. The next morning, Wanda went to get Natasha so they could go home.*

Wanda: How are you feeling?

Natasha: It hurts.

Wanda: The hangover or Clint?

Natasha: Yes. Everything hurts. 

Wanda: *sits on the bed and puts her hand on Natasha’s shoulder* I know, but things will get better. 

* They went home and Wanda gave her speech. Clint’s funeral was the next day. Wanda blamed herself for the situation, and that upset her a lot. Natasha thought it was an actual accident and she just felt numb. It was a week before she could bring herself to call Bruce.*

Bruce: *over the phone* Hi Nat! It’s been so long since we talked. How have you been?

Natasha: Clint’s gone. 

Bruce: What?

Natasha: There was a mining accident.

Bruce: I’m so sorry, I had no idea. How are you holding up?

Natasha: I’m holding up. I tried drinking the pain away, but it just made me feel worse. 

Bruce: Natasha, don’t do anything that could hurt you. I want you to be safe. Promise me.

Natasha: I promise I’ll deal with my emotions in a healthy manner. 

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In All Things 8/?

Mr. Gold/BelleFrench, Explicit (eventually)

Summary: A Rumbelle arranged marriage AU.

Chapter Summary: Gold arrives home from the palace, in a less than pleasant mood, and asks a very important favor of Jefferson.

Notes: I promise Gold and Belle are going to start getting closer soon, and we're going to get a bit more of Jefferson's backstory as well. For the 31 Days prompt #8: snow.

[AO3]

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The trip home from his visit, four days later, did nothing for Gold’s mood.

His leg was killing him, and he longed to stretch out in his own space and drink tea made in his own house. The previous night had seen a chilling rain move through the region, leaving some portions of the road even bumpier than usual, and with an added slickness that made the carriage slow to a crawl at several points. He grumbled about it, but an injured horse was the last thing he needed, so he told himself to stuff his impatience and keep quiet.

Thornhill was a welcome site as they came around the bend, and he sighed. He was not fit company at the moment, but Bae was already out front, waving as the carriage rolled through the gate. Jefferson was next to him, but no one else, and he felt a small tinge of disappointment that Belle wasn’t there as well. No doubt she was glad to be rid of him for the week, and it was just as well, since there was now the matter of sorting out what had gone on between her and her previous fiance, Sir Gaston, that triggered a slew of rumors being spread around the royal court.

The scowl on his face must have conveyed all the information that was needed, because his own son took a step back, suddenly shy and nervous in the presence of his father, and Jefferson was suspiciously reticent.

“Bae,” Gold said tiredly, holding out his arm. Bae came forward and hugged him tight, and he exhaled heavily. “Did you miss me?” Bae shrugged, the corner of his mouth turning up, and Gold bent to kiss the top of his head. “Of course not, probably too busy causing trouble with Moreen and Grace.”

That perked Bae up a bit, and he immediately stepped back, shaking his head and looking affronted. “Nuh-uh, it was Grace who broke the dish, not me!”

Gold raised his eyebrows and shifted his gaze to Jefferson, who hung his head and sighed. The weight on his shoulders lightened a bit as he laughed, and Bae giggled too as wrapped his arms around Gold’s waist again and squeezed. Gold let out a grunt and feigned injury, but he was smiling too wide for it to be believed.

Coming home to his son had always been a balm for his soul, no matter how arduous the journey.

“Sir,” Jefferson said, “There’s a small matter that needs your attention; a letter that’s arrived from Mr. Humbert, but other than the incident with the plate, it’s been quiet.”

“Good,” Gold mumbled, reaching into the carriage to take out his satchel while his cases were unloaded from the back of the carriage. “Have those taken to the laundry. I need to change and freshen up, and then I’ll see you in my library, yes?”

Jefferson gave a short nod and a half bow as Gold strode into the manor.

A brief wash and a change of clothes made Gold feel marginally better.

Jefferson came to see him after an hour, at which point he’d already read through the letter from Graham Humbert, caretaker of one of his properties to the west, and reviewed the rest of the correspondence that had come in while he was gone.

“So it seems the issues with the orchard are continuing,” Gold said with a sigh as he let the letter fall to the desk.

Jefferson nodded glumly and mirrored him from the sofa near the fireplace. “At this point, we’re not sure what we can do. We may have to let some of it go fallow for the next year and see if it improves.”

Gold frowned. “That will reduce the yield even further. The King will not be pleased.”

“It’s already at a five year low,” Jefferson said with a shrug. “And the King, as you’ve said before, can ‘sod off unless he’s willing to get down in the dirt with the regular people.’”

That earned Jefferson a momentary smirk. “We have extra stores and extra funds, but we may need most of it to get through the winter. They’re still saying it will be one of the worst in a decade.”

The two men sat in silence for a few minutes, until Gold stood up. He moved to the fireplace and prodded at the logs as Jefferson watched him thoughtfully.

“Let’s hear it,” Jefferson said, stretching his arms out along the back of the lounge.

Gold frowned over his shoulder and then set the iron poker aside. “Hear what?”

Jefferson gave him an exasperated look. “Whatever it is that’s bothering you. It’s been evident since you returned.”

Gold exhaled and nodded, then moved to sit across from Jefferson in a high backed leather chair where he put his feet up on the ottoman.

“King George, he - he mentioned Lady Belle’s first engagement.”

Jefferson’s head tilted. They had both known that Belle was supposed to be married to Sir Gaston and that after only two months the whole thing had fallen through, but the particulars had never been divulged. Gold laid out every detail of what the King had said, his hand curling into a tight fist as he recounted the implication that Belle had taken other suitors and perhaps tried to entrap multiple eligible men into marrying her by getting pregnant.

“Ridiculous,” Jefferson said, his usually gentle voice sharpened by derision and irritation. “Lady Belle is far too sweet for any of that nonsense. She doesn’t have a manipulative bone in her body!”

Gold’s fingers tapped against the leather arms, drumming lightly on the brass rivets that went along the sides and front. He wanted to believe Jefferson was right, but something was nagging at him about the whole situation, beyond that his new wife was being talked about at court so distastefully.

“You don’t believe it, do you?” Jefferson sat forward, frowning. “You can’t, it’s - it’s -”

“Undetermined,” Gold finished.

Jefferson sprang to his feet, flipping his long coat out behind him. “What?”

Gold raised a hand to settle his friend and stared into the fire. “Something happened between her and Gaston, and now Gaston is spreading lascivious rumors, but -”

“But what?” Jefferson nudged Gold’s feet aside and sat down on the ottoman, facing him. “It bothers you that you don’t know the truth, and you won’t feel like you can trust her until you do?”

He huffed out a breath and closed his eyes before nodding slowly. “I don’t like it, but I can’t shake it.”

“You could ask her you know.” Gold looked up, eyes wide, and Jefferson shook his head. “It’s the simplest solution, and she has a right to know that she’s being slandered.”

“Yes, I’m sure that will go over well.” He looked from Jefferson back to the fireplace. “My Lady would you be so kind as to tell me all the terrible details of how your first engagement was broken and nearly ruined your family for good?”

Jefferson snorted. “Well, I imagined you’d be a little more tactful and eloquent than that, but if you want her to throw a teapot at your head, then so be it.”

Gold swallowed and looked down at his hands as he fiddled with his ring. “You could do it.”

“Pardon?” Jefferson leaned forward and dipped his head to catch Gold’s gaze. “I’m sure you’re joking.”

“You’ve done it before, it’s -”

“No.” Jefferson stood again and crossed his arms. “We agreed that was over. No.”

“Jefferson, please -”

“Cameron!” he hissed.

Jefferson’s eyes were wide and pleading, and Gold felt a pang in his chest. He knew that asking this might damage their friendship forever, but he needed to know the truth if he was going to trust Belle with everything. With his son. More than that, he felt an obligation to protect her reputation, now that he’d participated in sullying it. If there was something in her past that could be used to harm her in the future, and it brought harm to Bae as well, he’d never forgive himself.

“This is for Baeden, not me,” Gold said softly. “I have to know. I don’t want anything to be used against her, and if it’s all bollocks as we think it is, then I want Gaston to pay for whatever he’s done to her.”

Jefferson took a breath and leaned against the mantle, resting his head on his forearm. The heat from the flames warmed his leather boots until they felt like they might melt before he straightened and then turned to Gold.

“Fine,” he said evenly. “But this is absolutely the last time.”

Gold inclined his head. “Agreed.”

“And,” he continued, “Grace gets Hampton House.”

Gold’s eyebrows lifted and his mouth opened in a soft ‘oh.’ “Making a deal, dearie?” Jefferson’s glare could have stopped a bear in its tracks, and Gold sighed. “Fine, yes.”

Jefferson gave a quick nod and tugged on the lapels of his jacket. “Good.”

His steps were sharp as he walked to the door of the study, and Gold sagged in his chair. “It was going to be hers anyway.”

Jefferson stopped at the door and turned around, meeting Gold’s gaze as he leaned around the side of the chair. “Hampton House. I was going to wait until she was sixteen and sign it over to her. Pretty young girl, with a sharp wit, a house, and an inheritance all her own? She could marry anyone she wanted.”

Gold pushed up and stood to face Jefferson. “I just want my boy safe and cared for, the same as you want for Grace.”

“And Belle?”

Jefferson’s stare was hard, and Gold nodded solemnly. “Her too.”

They seemed to agree on that, and Jefferson left without another word. Gold dropped back into the chair and leaned forward, his face in his hands as he breathed in and out steadily. He hated asking his friend to do such a thing, especially after their shared history, but he needed to know the truth and Jefferson was the only one he trusted to do it discreetly and thoroughly.

With another heavy sigh, he pushed to his feet and rang the bell for the maid. He would take his dinner in his room as he was even less fit for company now than when he arrived.

Jefferson stewed for two days before he got down to the business of making inquiries about Lady Belle and Sir Gaston’s engagement.

He started by trying to prod Belle into just telling him what had happened, but all his subtle hints went unnoticed, and he was afraid to be more blunt for fear of pushing her away. He had come to respect and care for Belle in a very short time and was happy to consider her a friend. One day he was certain they’d be dear friends, and he was glad that Bae and Grace would have her in their lives. Both children had lost their mothers young, and while he and Gold did they best they could as fathers, he knew having a mother was a different thing entirely. He hoped that Belle might be that for them, the kind, strong, and caring figure they needed later in life.

He did manage to find out that Belle’s mother had also died when she was young, barely passed eleven, and it solidified even more that whatever stories were being told about her were untrue. She was far too good for all of that nonsense, but there was a hint of something in her countenance that was closed to him. He began to understand where Gold’s fear had originated, but he got the sense that whatever it was, it wasn’t known to anyone but herself.

That morning, he sent out letters to a few key contacts at the royal court, making small inquiries after Sir Gaston. He knew the man wasn’t well liked overall, and assumed it would be easy to find where the bodies were buried, hopefully only metaphorically.

He had just finished calculating the staff’s wages for the month, when Belle came into the downstairs study.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, starting to back out of the room.

“No, no, do come in.” He set the ledger book aside and returned the pen to its holder. “I was just finishing up.”

She eased back into the room, and he smiled. Her dress was a delightfully bright and springy yellow with white piping at the edges and a scrolling pattern of pearls around the bodice. The lace around the hem had clearly seen better days, but that was easily remedied. Ms. Potts was an excellent seamstress, as were two of the younger ladies, but he thought that fairly soon, she’d probably have a whole new wardrobe if she wanted it.

“So,” she started, drawing out the ‘oh’ sound, “how are you?”

“I’m well, you?” He moved from the desk to a chair near the window and gestured for her to take the other.

Belle shrugged. “Well, I suppose.”

He frowned. “That’s not very convincing. Would you like to try again?”

She gave a short laugh and then sighed. “I haven’t seen, um, Gold today. Or yesterday. I’m starting to think he’s avoiding me.”

Jefferson sat back, the fingers of his left hand fiddling with the buckle at the top of his boot as he absorbed that bit of information and made a mental note to speak to Gold. “He’s always a bit grumpy when he comes back from the palace, I wouldn’t take it personally.”

“It’s a bit hard not to,” she admitted. “Is he...grumpy often?”

He shrugged one shoulder. “Only a little more than everyone else. There’s a lot of...pressure from the King to help keep things in order.”

“Ah.”

Jefferson remained silent for a long moment, but when she didn’t say anything more, he reached for her hand. She startled at bit at his touch, and he gave her a small smile.

“Are you alright?”

She took a breath, and then pulled her hand away. “I’m fine.”

“Again, not very convincing,” he said, starting to grin. “You would make a terrible actress.”

Belle gave him a momentarily scowl and then shook her head. “I’ve never been good at lying, I couldn’t get away with so much as a muddy shoe print on the rug as a child, and I had no siblings to blame it on.”

Jefferson laughed softly. “I’m afraid that at one time in my life, lying was as easy to me as breathing.” Belle frowned at him and he sighed. “That, I am happy to say, is all behind me.”

She smiled and rested her hand on his, giving it a light squeeze, and he felt his stomach sink. Lying was still entirely too easy for him, it was just that he actually felt the effects of it now, the guilt of it all burning its way through his soul. He reminded himself that this was better for all of them in the long run.

“The other day,” she began, “last week, actually, when - when we met in the garden?”

Jefferson swallowed. “Yes?”

“I, um - well, before that, I came out of my room and I heard - I heard you and - and Lord Gold.”

He blinked and something clicked into place as she nibbled on her bottom lip. He and Gold had one of their spirited arguments that everyone at Thornhill was more than used to, but it occurred to him that someone new such as Belle wouldn’t know the kind of relationship he had with his friend and employer. She wouldn’t understand that Gold’s snappishness and sarcasm was well matched with his own, and that there was never any offense meant. He’d only been trying to coax Gold into being honest with Belle about his situation and Bae’s, which he’d given up on for now.

“Ah,” he said finally. “Well, that explains things.”

Her head tilted. “I don’t understand. He was so -”

“Loud?” he offered. “Abrasive? Rude?”

Belle shifted in her seat. “Um…”

Jefferson chuckled. “All three?” She gave him a sideways look and then nodded. “Oh, darling, don’t mind him. We’ve always been like that with each other, and truly there is no offense meant or taken. I was pushing him to do something, and he was pushing back, that’s all.”

She seemed uncertain and began to pick at a loose thread on her skirt. “Oh. Well, I’m sorry I overheard.”

“Did it...scare you?” he asked, sitting forward.

“A bit, maybe.” She looked out the window and then back to him. “I barely know him, and I didn’t know what to think.”

His look was soft and sympathetic, and he reached for her hand, pressing it between both of his. “His bark is far worse than his bite, that I can promise you. He’s like an old toothless dog.”

That made her laugh, and he grinned, basking in the lovely sound. Lady Belle of Avonlea was truly a gem, and he knew that once they dealt with this nasty business with Gaston, that all would be well.

“I was actually looking for him earlier,” she said. “I was hoping we could - we could talk.”

He patted the back of her hand and agreed. “Yes, I think that would be a very good idea.

Belle leaned her forehead against the cold glass, watching as the little puffs of breath from her nose fogged the window.

What Jefferson had said about his relationship with Gold seemed truthful, and she felt better having said something about what she heard, even if it she had yet to broach the subject with Gold. Since he’d returned from King George’s palace, he’d been keeping to himself and the few times she tried to seek him out, he seemed to be well secluded somewhere in the house.

Jefferson insisted that if she was honest with Gold, he would be honest with her, and while she had no reason to doubt it, the thought of confronting Lord Cameron Gold about anything seemed daunting.

Do the brave thing, her mother’s voice echoed.

She let out a heavy sigh, obscuring the view momentarily. At the bottom of the window, snow had begun to accumulate, and she shivered before turning away from the window to draw the curtains.

[omnivorousshipper]

12 Days of Shobbs: Day 5- Ugly Sweaters

Summary: This is a serious of prompts following the relationship between Luke Hobbs and Deckard Shaw through the twelve days of Christmas.

Day 4           Day 6

On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me… 

Luke hastily parked his car, before getting out and rushing towards the black van hiding in the alley he had parked near. He knocked on the van’s back door to be greeted by an annoyed Ramsey.

“Luke! You were supposed to be here an hour ago!” She scolded before ushering him into the van and slamming the door after him.

Inside, the van was decked out with computer monitors and other devices. A true hacker’s paradise. On the screens, Luke could see a party in full swing and as he looked closely, he spotted the other members of the team weaving their way through the crowd.

“Sorry. I had to drop Sam off at a friend’s house, and then got stuck in traffic,” Luke sheepishly apologized. 

“Did you at least bring a sweater?” she asked, eyebrow raised.

“Shit! Knew I forgetting something,” Luke cursed.

“You’re lucky Deckard brought an extra,” she told him before rummaging in a box and pulling out a red and green sweater. “Here. Put this on.”

“Thanks,” Luke mumbled and put the sweater on without really looking at it. “Remind me to thank Shaw later.”

“You can do it now,” Ramsey responded. “Since we were suppose to go in pairs, and Little Nobody got the flu yesterday, you’ll have be Deckard’s date. He’s already inside, waiting for you.”

~~~

After showing his invitation to the guards at the doors, Luke entered the large ballroom that was filled with L.A.’s elite. The team was infiltrating the party to take down a drug lord from Peru, who was attempting to make a deal with another crime lord. However, the party was not an ordinary one; instead, it was an ugly sweater Christmas party. 

Luke was already not fond of the DSS’s ugly sweater parties, but to be standing in the middle of a crowd of wealthy people, who were wearing designer sweaters, made Luke’s stomach churn. Looking over them, Luke could see sweaters that were so long that they touched the floor, one or two had so many lights that the person wearing it had to wear sunglasses, and he could see at least one that was diamond encrusted.

Shaking his head in disappointment, Luke looked down at his own sweater, having not bothered examining it when he put it on. It was a bright green with red trimming on the sleeves and collar, while the main image was of a christmas tree that was brightly decorated. However, the only thing that set it apart was the five large ornaments hanging off the sweater. They were large, gold balls that should have been hanging off a real christmas tree. Luke gently grasped one and felt the considerable weight of it. 

“Oi! Don’t mess with it, you bumbling giant,” hissed a voice at Luke’s elbow.

“Just because you’re an elf doesn’t mean everyone else is a giant,” Luke whispered back as he let go of the ornament and allowed Deckard to loop arms with him. Glancing down, Luke took in the other man. A santa hat was snuggly fitted on his head, and the sweater he was wearing had the image of dancing cats, who were also wearing santa hats. “You look ridiculous.” 

“Everyone single person in this room looks ridiculous, you oaf,” Deckard glared. 

“Yeah, but you look even more horrendous than everyone else,” Luke whispered into Deckard’s ear, but had to straighten back up to smile at a few people as they walked by. They would need to act like a happy couple, just like every other couple at the party.

“At least my face doesn’t look like it’s gone through a meat grinder,” Deckard said through a fake smile and tugged on Luke’s arm. He slowly guided them through the crowd until they reached where people were dancing. Specifically, where their target was dancing with his date of the night: a beautiful super model who was there more for the man’s money than his looks.

Immediately, Luke put his hand on Deckard’s waist and took his hand in his. 

“What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?” Deckard spat out, glaring daggers. 

“I’m taking the lead, you pint sized chihuahua,” Luke rolled his eyes. Deciding to poke the bear even more, Luke snaked his entire arm around Deckard’s waist and pulled him forward, so their chests were touching, the gold ornaments on Luke’s chest pressing into both of them. “So, unless you want to throw a tantrum and blow our cover, just go with it.”

Deckard huffed out a sigh of frustration, but finally relaxed in Luke’s hold and followed in the dance. As they danced, Luke maneuvered them closer to their target, and made sure to keep an on him, in case he disappeared. 

All the while they were dancing, Luke couldn’t help but enjoy holding Deckard in his arms. The man’s body heat was pleasant as they moved in tandem, moving perfectly together to the slow rhythm of the music. Deckard’s left hand was resting on Luke’s shoulder, while his right was gently clasped with Luke’s hand. Giving it a small squeeze, Luke marveled at how right it felt to have the smaller hand in his. Deckard turned his head back towards Luke, having been focused on watching their target. He tilted his head questioningly, his eyes sparkling up at Luke. 

“What?”

“I…” Luke trailed off, staring deep into those eyes and losing his train of thought. But, a sudden burst of movement at the edge of his vision had Luke jerking his head away from the Brit’s curious look. “Our target’s on the move.”

Swiftly, they followed after him, with Luke keeping Deckard’s hand trapped in his as he dragged the smaller man after him. They followed their target out of the ballroom and down one of the hallways of the hotel. Keeping their distance, they watched as their target met another man in front of a room. The two shook hands before entering the room. 

“Show time, boys and girls,” Luke said into his com. He looked back at Deckard, who already had his gun out and ready to go. Nodding, Luke drew his own gun and led the way to the closed door. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Dom and Letty coming up to them, with their own guns poised. Stopping at the door, Luke mouthed a silent countdown.

With as much strength as he could, he kicked the door in, and heard it crash into wall as he and others ran into the room, guns pointed at the two criminals. 

“Nobody move! You’re under arrest!” Luke shouted. 

Surveying the room, he wasn’t expecting at least twenty guns to be pointed at his head. As soon as the words left his mouth, all of those guns were cocked and were shooting bullets. Reacting quickly, Luke shot back while moving backwards out of the room and could feel the other three moving back with him. With extreme luck, Luke was able to dodge the bullets coming at him before he was out the door and had his back against a wall. Listening to the continued gunfire, Luke watched bullets embed themselves into the wall opposite the door they had just come out of. 

“Toretto!” Deckard shouted next to Luke. “Get away from the door!”

Deckard was gesturing wildly at Dom and Letty, who both nodded before running back towards the ballroom. 

“Shaw, what the hell are you plannin’ on doing?” Luke demanded. But instead of responding, Deckard was crowding against him and grabbed at Luke’s chest. Specifically at one of the ornaments on Luke’s sweater. With a strong yank, he had pulled the ornament off the sweater and was chucking it into the room where bullets continued to come from. 

The next thing Luke knew, Deckard had grabbed his arm and was rapidly pulling him away from the wall. They didn’t get too far, when a large explosion came from the room, and a huge blast of air sent Luke and Deckard sprawling. 

Luke grunted in pain from where he had landed on top of Deckard. He could hear shouts and groans of pain coming from the room where the grenade had gone off, while hysterical screaming came from the ballroom. Slowly, Luke got his arms under him and lifted his weight off of Deckard, who was coughing under him. They were both covered in dust, ruining their outfits.

“Are all the ornaments on my chest grenades?” Luke furiously demanded. 

“That’s why I didn’t want you messin’ with them,” Deckard mumbled.

Luke simply stared at the man under him, who was giving him a small, hesitant smile. Shaking his head, Luke gave an exasperated sigh. “It shouldn’t surprise me that you own an ugly christmas sweater that has grenades on it.”

Deckard’s smile just grew. 

… Five grenades!

Four stab wound

Three fast cars

Two loaded guns

And a punch to the face!