#guys i took off work for 2 weeks and ive just been chilling in my home and i have only now realized how much i fucking hate working

[spaciebabie]

i was supposed ta start drawing 3 hours ago

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[theunholygrails]

Foolish Games Part 2

Masterlist

A/N: Introducing new characters and some drama! Percy is still sexy as ever :'(.

Warnings: BJ

I woke up to a door slamming so hard it joined the symphony of my pounding headache. I groaned, hoisting myself over the back of the couch to investigate to intrusion. A brunette head of long sweeping hair rushed through the foyer, barreling towards the kitchen. A familiar mop of black hair hurried after.

Reyna was speaking so fast in Spanish my brain scrambled to keep up. I noted lots of curse words followed by a series of sentences too fast I was surprised she even knew what she was saying. Percy was answering in slow measured words, probably fighting a hangover of equal measure. I ducked behind the back of the couch, reaching for my phone plugged in on the coffee table.

It was noon. 2% battery and a couple messages from friends. Nothing from my ex thank gods. Five from Annabeth being nosey. I opened my uber app, squinting in the sunlight breaking through the cream curtains. I managed to get my driver secured.

A door slammed and I winced, peaking to check that they were in another room. I did not immediately spot my dress in the chaotic. I grimaced remembering the midnight swim. When I sat up I finally noticed the white tshirt I wore and the basketball shorts. And then I went rigid remembering what happened after the swim.

“Motherfucker,” I whispered.

Now I really had to get out of this house. I checked the arrival time of my driver. Three minutes away. Great. I made my way on shaky knees to the large wooden front door. My keys were still in the collection dish. I grabbed them quietly and turned the door handle a fraction of an inch before another door slammed open and Reyna came barreling back into the foyer, brown eyes landing promptly on my guilty ass. Behind her, Percy pursed his lips into a thin line and raised both of his hands to lay on top of his head. His biceps strained nicely against the thin t shirt.

“The fuck is this?” Reyna whispered.

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing,” I babbled.

“It’s just Noa, Rey. Gods,” Percy said.

“I can see that, Percy!” She snapped. I was glad her spear was not strapped across her back this morning. “Why is she sneaking out of my house in your clothes?”

“People were swimming last night. Her clothes got wet.”

“I’m sure the fuck they did.”

“Zeus, Rey! You ended it with me. Why does it even matter?”

“Because I still fucking love you! I’m sorry, okay?” She burst out crying and Percy instantly pulled her against his chest. The memory of being in those arms drove me out the door like a nest of hornets.

~~~~

“I’m just saying. You have nothing to feel sorry for,” Annabeth paused to sip her iced coffee. “Unless they get back together and then you sleep with him. But as of right now, you’re good. Trust me. Been on the Percy train. We’re still friends. You’ll get over it. Just a harmless rebound for both of you.”

I groaned, laying my chin on the cool metal table parked outside our favorite coffee shop positioned between our New York apartments. Just two Manhattan women enjoying their Sunday afternoon. The air was cooling as fall neared. I pulled my baseball cap closer to the top of my sunglasses.

“Should I call him?”

“Maybe tomorrow. Let him deal with his relationship drama. Reyna is a lot to deal with. Still nothing from fuckface?”

“Nope and that’s fine.”

“Good for you. We will hydrate you, get you a good dinner, hit the gym before work in the morning and then get back on our bad bitch mental track. Agreed?”

~~~~

“Good Monday, yogis,” I chirped from my desk at the corner of my studio.

The third class was beginning to trickle in and I was settling into my rhythm. Hot yoga was next and hopefully I would sweat out all the negativity I’d allowed lately. I was in the middle of emailing back a potential client when someone rapped at the wood of my desk. I glanced up to a blonde male who waved gently.

“Heya, sansei Noa,” he said.

“That’s karate. Can I help you?”

“Do you do trial classes?”

I hit send on my email and closed my laptop. The guy was built like a poser with the defined muscles and chiseled jaw but his voice was soft and tempered. He was clean shaven and dressed like a basic gym bro.

“Normally you have to schedule them beforehand because of class size,” I gave my standard answer.

“Right, my bad. Sorry. I was just passing by the front and it looked like the kind of place I needed right now. Can I go ahead and pick a date then?”

I was staring too long into his pale blue eyes, honed in on the polite response. A nice change from the daily demanding consumers. “You know what? Ive got space right now if you like? Have you ever done hot yoga?”

A brilliant white smile showcasing sharp canines. “My favorite.”

“Perfect. I just need a name, number and email to get you a file started.”

He leaned large hands on my desk. “It’s Luke Castellan.”

Before he could give the contact information, I cut him off. “Wait. I know you.” His tanned skin paled significantly.

“I…”

“You’re supposed to be dead!” I blurted out.

His eyes skated around the room and he leaned in closer. “That’s not supposed to be public knowledge. I assume you’re a demigod?”

“Luke, you trained me. We took fucking sculpting together. The Apollo table was right next to the Hermes one for fuck’s sake.”

He winced. I heard a murmuring from the rest of my class I was disturbing with my volume. I collected my shock finally. “Take a seat if you want. We should talk after class. I need to start.”

“Okay. Thank you. I’m sorry Noa.”

I waved him off and walked over to my yoga mat. I sat cross legged and drew in an even breath to smooth out my emotions.

It was a slow 30 minute class. Each pose and movement dragged on. Finally, I dismissed the group and nodded Luke outside. He was waiting on the bench outside of the studio I split renting with a few other instructors. I sat next to him, wiping sweat from my face with the towel slung over my pink sports bra.

“Alright, talk,” I said.

“Not much to say. I was given a second chance at my hearing. Here I am. Starting over.” A shrug of well-defined shoulders. The muscles flexed beneath his gleaming sweat. His red tank top stuck to his chest and stomach. “I wish I remembered you, truly. That time is such a blur in my life.”

“It’s ok. You were a lot older than me and to be honest I had a massive crush on you so I probably hid most of the time.”

A surprised smile slipped across his lips. “I’m assuming the betrayal helped you get over that?”

I laughed outloud, slapping his knee. “No shit! So where are you staying these days?”

“Just around the corner actually. Got a job at the local gym.”

“Yeah I bet the fuck you did.” I squeezed his forearm between both of my hands. I wanted to roll my eyes at me falling back into my school girl giddy at him. Betrayal of the gods aside. He was even more gorgeous than ever. The scar down his face gave him a dark sexy vibe. Like a bad boy even though he claimed he was rehabbing himself now.

“So how, did you feel about the class?”

“I mean, I’d like to sign up for it a couple times a week, that’s for sure. And I’d like to take you out to dinner to make up for not remembering a beauty like you.”

I almost bit my cheek biting out the response of “Yes!”

“You’ve got my number,” he said, chuckling quietly. “I’ve got to get to work.” He shouldered his gym bag and excused himself.

The bike back to my apartment was spent reliving my tween fantasies about bad boy Luke. I opened my apartment door and screeched seeing a man sitting at my kitchen counter. Percy turned to face me.

“You know you live in New York? You should really lock that.”

“It was!” I snapped.

A quick grin. “Yeah. But it was easy to break into.”

I dropped my bag onto the floor and brushed past him to get a protein shake from the fridge. “I have to shower and get prepared for my night classes.” I told him.

“I know. I’m sorry I didn’t call earlier.”

I shrugged. “I didn’t either.”

He paused, studying my face in the shitty lighting of the single bulb hanging between us over the counter. “Are we good, Noa?”

“Of course. What’s a little head between friends?”

“Okay…I can’t read you. Can you not play tough just for a minute?”

I chugged the shake and set the bottle down between us. I leaned my arms on the chilled counter, bun knocking against the light. “Honestly, Percy. I’m fine. We are good.”

“Reyna moved back in.”

“You’re engaged again?”

I drank from the empty bottle to give myself something to do. He watched me with those green eyes. He’d known me for far too long. He was nearly impossible to deceive, but I was determined today. The fact that I had dreamt of fucking him two consecutive nights was irrelevant if he was off the table. Even if his lips did look incredibly juicy tonight. Even if they had done near illicit things to me just nights ago.

“I don’t know. She said she wanted to work on things. And it’s her dad’s house, so I can’t ask her to go and I don’t want to go to my mom’s and admit defeat.”

“You know you could stay here, Perc.”

He worked his jaw silently, then rubbed his hands over his face. “Thanks. I do know. Even if we aren’t officially back together, I think we should work on it…” he trailed off.

“And not tell her about you eating me out?” I leaned closer because I was mean to both him and myself. Because I knew this top combined with this angle gave him a simple opportunity. And he took it.

His tongue slid out between his lips as his eyes flicked down, stayed, then dragged deliberately back up. “Probably not,” he agreed.

For a long moment neither of us said anything. He had more to lose now than me. We were no longer on equal playing fields. So, I left the ball in his court. “I’m going to go shower.”

I was done washing in the first ten minutes. The second ten was giving him a little wiggle room to decide. I had my hand on the faucet to cut off the water that was beginning to go cold when I heard the door creak open. I watched through the fogged glass, catching a hold of my breath. I watched as he tugged his shirt off. My stomach flipped over itself when he reached for his jeans. What had I done?

The opening door let in a rush of cool air, perking my skin to attention. My eyes raked unapologetically over his naked, aroused body. His dark hair quickly slicked against his stubble covered jaw. His eyes were no longer the sea green but murky like the deep water of the ocean.

“Hey,” he said quietly, cautiously.

“Hey,” I giggled, reaching out to touch his rough jaw. He winced, catching my hand with his. “We probably shouldn’t kiss again.”

“Sure, whatever you want, Percy. What can I do to you?”

He groaned, turning his mouth into my palm, scraping teeth against the vulnerable skin. “Touch me,” he said.

My free hand instantly planted against his chest, scraping at the muscle. His eyes fluttered closed, head tilting back to expose his throat. I slid my other hand into his thick hair, tugging it tightly between my fingers and pulling to grant myself more access to the strong column of his neck. I bit it first, backing him into the tiled wall when he shuddered. I kissed over the reddening skin and moved my hands to his flat stomach, feeling the shuddered breaths beneath my touch.

“Like this?” I asked.

His reply was unintelligible. I kissed down his chest, moving my hand lower still as I went. When my fingers brushed over the v-line of his hips, I shifted my route away from the center and to his thighs. An annoyed grunt escaped his lips. “Hush,” I scolded, getting my knees under me. The now cold water was hitting the back of my neck and flowing down my body. I placed my hands on the inside of both his thighs, trailing them upwards and upwards until he nearly contorted when I gripped him. He let out a scandalous string of curses that quickly turned to moaning silence when I took him into my mouth.

He unraveled in minutes and I let him cum all over the breasts I had teased him with earlier. I rose in front of him, my own rosy cheeks mirroring his. “Now we’re even.”

[thcweasley]

Yours

PAIRING : George Weasley X Y/N

SUMMARY : George getting jealous of his twin brother for being closer to you .

WARNINGS : none? Make out? implying things? hehe

WORDS : 1.7k

A/N: lol this hits too close to home, growing up i was shadowed by heather sister :(  I was going to turn this into smut but im not sure.. cos i never wrote a smut before lol.

“Focus on your work Weasley” Snape smacked George Weasley’s head with the book he was holding, causing the whole class to look at his direction.

George was already an easily distracted person to begin with. but today especially, he got his mind somewhere else.

He was looking at you and his twin brother Fred, giggling while trying to figure out snape’s task. All of his life he never thought that he would feel this much jealously towards the older twin. Sure, sometimes it bothers him a bit that people pay more attention to him, or the fact that people always refers them as “Fred & George”, not “George & Fred”. But he knew it’s a silly thing to be bothered about so he always managed to brush it off.

But not today, Fred had been assigned with you. The girl George met on his last solo trip to honeydukes. It shocked him how he never saw you around before, despite being in the same house and grade. But hes glad that he met you. George didn’t like to be cheesy, but he was so sure that you were made for him. Whenever youre around, he just felt so happy. You’re funny, kind, and on top of all you’re prettiest thing he ever seen. Sadly, for him, other people seems to think that way about you.

He introduced you 2 weeks ago to his brother and friends. You seem to get along great with everyone. He liked that, his brother and friends is everything for him. But he cant help it but feeling a little bit jealous. He didn’t wanna admit it but this jealously is most probably because he was insecure about his feeling for you. Before everything he was sure that you fancy him the same way he fancies you. But now, hes not sure. And he hated it, youre supposed to be his girl.

The class that felt so long was finally over. George quickly stood up, walking towards the common room. he just want to burry his face onto his bed now. He felt an arm linking his. “Hey you” it was you. He let out a big sigh, not knowing how to feel right now.

“Hey, did you have a good time today?” He hated how catty he sounded. Knowing you, he knew you wouldn’t able to tell.

“Yeah it was fun. Your brother is hilarious you know that?” He rolled his eyes, feeling his face getting hot.

“Well yeah hes a clown” George answered shortly. Wanting you both could just drop this conversation. He didn’t like this, being jealous of his twin brother.

“ahah yeah true, youre also funny too you know” You leaned your head onto Georges arm. At this point it was hard for him to not just pulls you into a big hug. “Whats your plan for the rest of the day?” You asked looking up on him.

“Im not sure, probably just sleep” George answered looking down to you. You looked so cute leaning on to him.

“Wanna have a study date? Snape’s test tomorrow right?” George’s ears perked up at the word date.

A smile creeps on his face. “Yeah sure”

“Brilliant! I’ll see you in 2 hours then!” You gave his arm a squeeze before you go. Leaving George all smiley by himself.

2 hours later, George found himself getting ready for his study date. He finally going to make a move on you. Its obvious that you fancy him now right? At least you were the one who refers their study session as a study date.

He tried to look around for Fred but he was nowhere to be found. He feels weird do anything without asking for the older brother’s advice. But it was time to go to meet you at the Library and he didn’t want to make you wait, so he just decided to cross his fingers and hope for the best.

“Hey” George greeted you, big smile on his face. You look up at him from the book you were reading, smiling back at him. “You got a lot of stuff here” He sat down beside you, looking at paper and pens in front of him.

“Oh its not mine” You answered. “So, do you have anything you’re particularly struggling with?”

Whilst you tried your best to explain the things that he was struggling with. George was doing his best to stay focus on what youre saying instead of you. He cant help but admire your face, your cheeks, your lips. He wonders how would it feel like you press his lips against yours.

“Are you listening to me George?” You asked, knowing the answer pretty well.

“Uh yeah, im sorry I got distracted” he blinked.

You brought your hand on to his head, messing with his red hair. “you’ve been a bit distracted these days. didn’t you got smacked on your head earlier today by Snape?” you chuckled a bit running your fingers on the back of his head. “Did it hurt?” You tilted her head closer to him, rubbing the back of his head.

He couldn’t seem to think straight at this point. The fact that youre so close to him right now, he could smell your scent. He took a deep breath trying to be brave and make a move. He put his hand on top of yours, pulling it away from his head. “Y/N..” He started, linking his fingers with yours. “I think I like you”

“Yeah?” You chuckled feeling. your cheeks starting to get warm. “Whats going on George? Why are you suddenly so serious?”

“Well, Im not sure how you feel about me. But I got nothing to lose so here I am. I like you” Surprised by his words, you didn’t say anything. So he thought he could just make a move then. He leaned in closer to you getting you lips closer to each other. Not knowing what to do you just close your eyes. He smiled, taking this as a greenlight to proceed his act. Until all of the sudden-

“Your tea is here!!” Fred walked in, causing them to pull away from each other. “Hey that’s my seat George, do you not see the stuffs on the table?” He said as he sat down filling the gap between You and George.

“Fred what are you doing here?” George asked, clearly  frustrated with the situation.

“That’s not how you greet people, my dear brother” He said handing you the tea he was talking about. “Besides, youre not the only one who got invited to this study group. Right Y/N?” You just nod at him feeling flustered, thinking about what could’ve happened if Fred didn’t just walk in.

The next day, George has been avoiding you since last night. He thought you guys shared the same feeling. But yesterday proved him wrong. He was just another friend to you

Snape’s exam was a group work, being Fred’s partner obviously made you work with him for the exam. You looked so happy, George wishes it was him working with you instead of his twin brother. He hated this so much, it’s ridiculous how jealous he felt towards his twin brother right now.

The exam’s finally over, George saw you coming up to him from the corner of his eyes. “Hey” you greeted him. “Wanna go to Three Broomstick later? I haven’t really seen you all week”

“Who’s coming?” He asked, hoping this time its just the two of you. And everything that he thought about last night wasn’t true.

“Uh everyone. Fred, Lee, Angelina and others im not sure” George snickered. How stupid of him to think that you wanna be alone with him. How stupid of him to think he got a chance with you.

“I think im gonna pass on that” he took a deep breath. “Im tired. Ill see you around” He left you dumb folded, walking away towards his room.

The night comes around. The common room feels empty, his friends had left him for Three Broomstick. George just chilling alone on his bed when he heard someone opened the door.

“George?” You walked towards him, sitting at the end of his bed “Hey, im just.. I just wanna make sure everything is okay”

“Why you here” George answered bitterly. “Arent you suppose to be out with your friends, with my brother?”

“Well yeah but I wanna check up on you. And talk about last night..”

“What do you wanna talk about Y/N?” He took a deep breath. “I already get it, you see me as a friend. If anything, you like Fred more than me. I get it don’t worry. Everyone always picks him over me, im used to it”

“George…” you scotched in closer too him, trying to stop him from rambling all these nonsenses.

“Im not even sure why I thought you like me, he is the better twin. Im just me. I just thought I have a chance with you. Throughout my life, ive always get hands down from my siblings, share with my siblings.” He realised how ridiculous he sounded but it didn’t stop him. “I love how you get along with my friends. But, i just thought, I thought youre my person. Finally someone I can proudly say mine. I thought you feel the same way as I do…” Georges voice was getting quitter when he felt your hand grabbing his. “I like you a lot and I get that you don’t feel the same way. So if youre coming here to explain that i-“

His words were cut off by your lips crashing to his. “You never let me speak Georgie”  You murmured against his lips “I don’t know how you got it all wrong” you kissed his cheek lightly. “I didn’t know you felt that way. George. I like you, im your person. Ive always been“

With a big smile he pulled in for another kiss. He held on to your waist pulling you closer to him, positioning you onto his lap. You threw your and around his neck, deepening the kiss whilst his hands lazily griped your waist.

You can feel something poking between the inner part of your legs. With a slight smile you press your legs more on to him, grinding it against him. Earning a low groan from him.

He held your hips down on him, so both of you can feel more of the friction. His lips travelled to your jaw and to the back of your neck. You could feel his hot breath, sending shivers down your spine as he moved his lips closer to your ears. “Prove it” OKAY SO Let me know if you want a part 2 smut off of this HAHAH.

hehe part 2

this was quite hard to write cos i feel bad for him ahaha. this is loosely based on a true story. but i never got my Y/N :’)

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Origin Story - Part 3

ER Nurse Rafe x ER Nurse Reader

Part 1 Part 2 

Warnings: Unprofessional work environment stuff. Alcohol consumption. Cursing. Unedited, will go through and edit later.

Not my photo. All credit to owner/creator. <3

The next couple weeks you focused on being a new nurse in the Emergency Department. Your life was filled with shifts with a preceptor and tons of classes and trainings. 

You were thankful for being so busy because otherwise you would be constantly ruminating on the night at Crazy 8′s and what you said to Rafe. You can’t believe how drunk you got in front of your brand new coworkers and how shamelessly you flirted with Rafe. And the worst part was: you didn’t know how he took it. Really the last time you said more than a couple words to each other was when he started your IV that next morning. It seemed like everything was okay, but you flushed every time you saw him on the floor. And then you’d curse at yourself for having such a crush on a guy. 

-

You were by yourself in the med room, finishing up at the Pyxis, pulling meds for your patient when Rafe walked in. 

“Hey Y/L/N, I feel like every time I see you, you’re running around. How’re you doing?” Rafe asked, taking your spot at the Pyxis. 

“Doing good!” You told him, almost too enthusiastically. “How are you?” 

Rafe let out a little chuckle at your new formality with him. “I’m good.” 

You hesitated for a second looking at Rafe’s back while he faced the Pyxis, wondering if you should bring up what you were thinking. 

“Listen, Rafe.” He turned around once he heard the serious tone in your voice, causing you to look down for a second before meeting his gaze again. “I want everyone here to see me as competent and I want to maintain everyone’s respect, including your’s. ...so that night at the bar, when you took me home I don’t remember exactly what I said, but I’m just really embarrassed that I-” 

“Y/N, you don’t have to say anything. Everyone here has had a night at Crazy 8′s and you didn’t say anything that night that you should worry about, okay? I already know you’re a badass nurse who’s more competent then some of our seasoned RNs. You have all of our respect, including mine.” 

You smiled at him and nodded. 

You started to turn away, but then stopped yourself, “But didn’t I kinda throw myself at you when you brought me to my apartment?” You asked, putting your hand to your forehead and scrunching your eyes shut, only peeking at him when you heard him chuckle breathlessly. 

“Uhh, yeah, you might have tried to flirt a little. But like I said, you didn’t say anything I didn’t want to hear.” He looked you in the eyes, trying to gauge your reaction.

Your lips parted and you opened your mouth to speak, when your preceptor for the day popped her head in. “Y/N, come on, bed 12 is going for CT.” 

-

The following weekend was Edgar’s birthday which brought everyone back to Crazy 8′s that Friday night. You were determined to go and only maintain a slight buzz and classy behavior the entire night to make up for the last time you were at the ED crew’s favorite bar. 

The night started out with everyone buying Edgar shots and of course, Edgar dancing the night away. At one point, Edgar and you were out on the dance floor with everyone else. The birthday boy had a cocktail in hand he was sipping from. You didn’t notice, but as the two of you danced, Edgar saw his best friend behind you. Edgar mischievous grin grew on his face before forcefully twirled you away from him and into Rafe’s chest. 

“Woah, watch where you’re twirling Rookie. If you wanted to dance, you could have just asked, you didn’t have to tackle me.” He teased.

You rolled your eyes, “You flatter yourself too much Cameron. You can thank your bestie over there for launching me into you.” As you let Rafe grab your hand and twirl you around. 

“Oh, don’t worry I will.” He smirked, and nodded at Edgar who made an obscene gesture that the 2 of you just laughed at. 

The two of you continued to dance for a few songs and it was innocent enough, until a sensual song came on. Your hands had a mind of their own as they moved to rest on Rafe’s shoulders and his settled on your waist. 

As the song continued and the alcohol coursed through your veins, you felt your inhibitions fading as your fingers laced together behind his neck and he pulled you closer as his hands gripped lower on your waist and the small of your back, dangerously close to your ass. Your smiles both faded as you looked into his eyes and your lips parted. 

The song was coming to an end. “I think I need some air” You whispered, still looking in Rafe’s eyes. He looked toward the balcony patio and turned, firmly holding your hand, pulling you behind him and maneuvering his way through the crowd for you. 

The cold air hit you and instantly sobered you a little, which honestly, only made you more sure of your attraction to your new coworker. It also didn’t help that outside was completely empty. It was just the 2 of you. 

Rafe pulled you close to the railing where there was a beautiful view of the city lights. “Better?” He asked as he leaned on the railing. 

You followed suit but shivered at the cold metal hitting your skin coupled with the chill of the outside air. “Yeah. Just a little cold. But good.”

“Here” Rafe said, as he slipped his flannel off. 

“Oh no. It’s okay, I’m fine-” 

“Just put it on Y/N.” Rafe smirked at you. You smiled and slipped it on, not missing the sweet smell of his cologne wrapped around you.

You both leaned on your elbows against the railing and looked out at the view in a moment of silence. 

“So beautiful” you muttered in a blissful tone. 

“Yeah” Rafe agreed quietly, but you turned to see he was looking at you and not the view. Your eyes widened ever so slightly and your mouth dropped open a little. Before you could stop yourself your lips were on his. 

You felt like you had been struck by lightning and you couldn’t stop from moaning softly against Rafe causing him to let out a gentle grunt before you both opened your mouths and deepend the kiss.

The kiss was only getting more passionate when you had a moment of clarity. You pushed at Rafe’s chest and pulled away. “Shit!” You cursed closing your eyes, hitting your palm to your forehead and turning away from Rafe.

“Y/N-“ Rafe tried to stop your impending freak out he already knew was coming.

“I’m such an idiot!” You exclaimed. “I can’t believe I’m making out with my coworker I’ve known for what? Like 3 weeks?!”

“Hey! Relax. It’s fine.” Rafe tried again.

“Of course you think it’s fine! Every girl at work probably throws themselves at you! And now you think I’m just another-“

“Y/N!” Rafe grabbed your shoulders, “Chill! I’ve never made a move on a coworker before, so don’t worry about that. And I don’t see you like that. You’re not just some girl.”

“Rafe we barely know each other!” You reminded him,  “Can we just forget this happened please?!” You asked exasperated and still freaking out. You didn’t miss the disappointment flood Rafe’s face, but you were too freaked out and buzzed to do anything about it.

“Yeah, of course.” he agreed easily. 

You shuffled your feet back and forth and took a deep breath.

“Are we good? Is it gonna be all awkward now?” You asked, still stressing.

Rafe laughed, “Why ‘cause you’re a bad kisser?” He teased and answered your question for you.

Your mouth dropped open in offense, “Shut up! Take it back!”

“Make me!” Rafe furrowed his brow at you. And you punched him in the shoulder.

“Ow! I’m just kidding. Lighten up, Rookie. Yeah, we’re fine. ...Are you good?” He asked, giving your hand a squeeze.

“Good.” You smiled, squeezing back. “Kay, I’m gonna go back in first, okay?” 

And you started to turn, “Wait, Y/N.”

You groaned, “Cameron! Don’t make this harder! We can’t-” 

“I was just gonna say, I kinda need my shirt back, if we’re gonna play this off.” He said. 

You almost died from embarrassment. “Oh yeah! Right, right right! I’m so dumb. I’m sorry- I “ 

“Y/N!” Rafe stopped you from going off on a tangent while laughing at your ability to easily fall back into a freak out. 

“Yeah” You agreed and shrugged off his flannel, handing it back to him.

Of course, you panicked when you got home and tossed and turned worrying about what happened between you and Rafe.

Then, you got a text message from an unknown number

Unknown #: Stop worrying about it.

You knew it was Rafe, but you didn’t have his number saved. 

You: How do you have my phone number, stalker?

Rafe: We have unit directory, Rookie.

You: Likely story. How’d you know I was worrying?

Rafe: Lucky guess ;) We can forget it happened 

Rafe: ...if you want to.

You stomach dropped and you took a second before you dialed Rafe’s number. 

“Hey” He greeted. 

“What if I don’t want to forget it happened?” You asked. 

[beann-e]

-tried to make it a bit long so you could enjoy , happy birthday I hope you have a fun day 🥺

Celebrating your birthday

Goshiki

- you always praised goshiki ever since youd been dating you would tell him how amazing he was , how he was the best player on his team , encourage the way he talked badly about his opposing teams ace saying his was much better and he’d be even more awesome when he took ushijimas spot as ace

- goshiki has never felt like he’s done enough to be awarded your praise though he won’t tell you

- no not when you place kisses all over his face and on his red stained hands from hitting the ball so hard that night, applying moisturizer on his callouses he’d gotten from the constant beat down at practice or even just kissing him softly and whispering you got this in his ear the night before a game.

- For weeks youd been telling goshiki your birthday was coming up but why had he suddenly gone missing ? your boyfriend was MIA everyday since youd told him. He was always working late and coming home at 2 am walking through the house only to fall into bed and ignore the hugs you tried to provide for his tired body Him falling asleep as soon as you sighed and took it on your own accord to wrap your arms around his waist and pull him back into you

-It was enevitable that he would have a game on your birthday him explaining that he felt horrible and could happily ditch it your brain knowing that he would only be sad the whole day if you let him. No matter how much volleyball came in between you two for the last few weeks you’d still been adamant about wanting the best for him. You telling him with a smile you didn’t care what you did for your birthday as long as you spent it with him. though you did ask for your present to be what he always teased you about telling you that one day he would get you a seat on his teams bench so you could see him play up close.

- you never actually thought he’d do it. You thanking everyone as they walked past you on the bench gifting you your small happy birthdays before the match began

- your heart swelling everytime you saw your boyfriend make a point and it wasn’t until the last few seconds of the match that you felt something was off

The air swirled around you as your body felt a chill run through it your eyes making contact with your boyfriends as he looked away and jumped in the air his serious face focused on nothing other than that moment as the whistle sounded. His teammates eyes widened in shock as they held their mouths open goshikis eyes falling to his hands looking in amazement before he looked down and realized there was a body clinging to him yelling into his chest

Your loud cries falling from your mouth before you or anyone else could speak

“ YOU MADE THE LAST SHOT —A CROSS SHOT BABY — YOU WON THE GAME “

You’d never thought this is what would have made your day. Him blinking twice before he ran off the court trying to get you as far away from the cheers of his team and coach as he could

ignoring the protest from the referees that stated he couldn’t do it screaming at him that he had to say his thanks firsts.

he scooped you up in his arms kissing you harshly before pulling back to breathe heavily him half expecting to see a smile when he looked down at you only to see your face concentrated on the floor trying to understand all these past weeks him explaining it for you

“I was working —- working so hard on perfecting the cross shot for you baby “ his sweaty jersey clinging to him as he smiled widely at you who was spluttering nothing but small praises for him

“ every night after practice —I spent perfecting it so you could come here tonight and see i’m not a loser — that’s what I wanted to give you for your birthday I didn’t know what else to give you “

he felt his eyes trying to water as he wiped his wet jersey over his face “ your always saying how you want me to master what I love to do and I— i did it and I — I gifted it to you — and I just I love you so much — your so dedicated to me that you came here on your birthday and I “

“ I wanted nothing else all I wanted was to be with you — that’s all I wanted to do and seeing you perfect something that you’ve been trying to do since I met you is just “ you planted your head on his chest “ it’s amazing your so cool goshiki “

Your boyfriends head spinning rapidly when all your praises suddenly hit him now knowing the only thing that could make this better would be to show off that he’d just scored the last point and won the game for his team

He felt on top of the world right now he had his fine ass s/o wrapped around him like a teddy bear and he was being praised and told there was no one as cool as him in the world

His brain short circuited as the team tried to pull you away to stop feeding his ego until they just sighed and let goshiki tell them how much better of an ace he was gonna be than ushijima your eyes going hard on ushijima as you mumbled “ birthday “

your boyfriend not seeing the shake that ran through the taller males body at the one word that had been laced with so much malice and just a slight teasing to it as if daring him to diagree and as brutally honest as ushijima was he was not stupid

he shook his head up and down quickly only agreeing that goshiki did have a chance with a reassuring yes slipping out after. His hand immediately grabbing tendous arm to walk away in fear of you

Your birthday being made as you saw the male in front of you happy that’s all that mattered to you right now. This is what made your day your boyfriend working hard on something not only because of himself but because he wanted to impress you that was when you felt loved.

That was the best birthday present knowing you’d always be engraved in someone’s mind as the simple push — the person that helped them better what they couldn’t do on their own.

sakusa

-sakusa honestly didn’t know what to do for your birthday he knew anything you’d come up with he’d have to go out of his comfort zone so he was trying to mentally prepare himself for that fact alone 2 months prior to your birthday

- he wasn’t that surprised when you said that all you wanted for your birthday was to go out to eat lunch with your boyfriend at least once. Him rolling his eyes asking why you two couldnt just order takeout and he could buy you some dollar decorations and could pop a happy birthday pin on you and call it a day

- you only answering with a straight faced and voice monotoned “ we’ve had takeout 2 weeks in a row ‘kusa “

-“ and it was good—no ? we enjoyed our own house atmosphere and being alone yes ? “

-“ and it was cold because you made us clean off the table then switch the plates that the food came in then wash our hands then for the last step watch as we reheated it. His eyes rolling as he plopped on the couch agreeing to go out but only with setting rules and boundaries for himself on this small birthday party between you two

- you two would only go somewhere he knew they cleaned and wore gloves to cook. or even at least might wipe down the tables and somehwrr he would be comfortable with by knowing the owners

- which is how you two ended up at onigiri miya with osuma giving you guys a discount off -- which wasn’t that much may I say —- atsuma siting with suna while he snapped pictures posting them to the group chat with the caption ‘ our germbabies first day out ‘

- you sighing happily as you looked to your left and right oh yeah his other rule was the two tables next to you had to be pushed as far away from yours as possible because he wouldn’t go if you two were just going to be packed and seated in the middle of the restaurant with people he didn’t know

“ I hope your happy “ his tone was snappy and accusing as he gripped his mask away from his face directing his spoon under the mask slowly

“ ‘kusa come on take off your mask “

he grunted rolling his eyes at you “ havent you gotten enough “

“ please wanna see your pretty face “ he felt heat spread throughout his body and spread across his face as he muttered small protests and profanities at your words

the mask being pulled off and crumbled in his right hand looking at you heavily “ god anything else you want —want to take away my sanity too huh “ he laughed “ you’ve stripped away all my other safety precautions whats next “

you smiled happily voice slipping out excitedly knowing you’d scare him with your next request “ let’s go to the pool after lunch “ he felt his body tighten at your claim he hated to tell you he wasn’t going to do something on your birthday or to tell you no but

“ no “ he spat as his your brows furrowed “ havent you gotten enough — ive put myself close to — and directly in the line of death enough for you today “ he said staring at you from across the table

his own body jumping a bit when a person tried to walk over to him for a picture shaking his head and face made up in disgust at their maskless face and how they simply looked like they’d gotten dressed in the dark

“ god —look at this i’m ready to go—I can’t do this much longer my love your days over “

“ babe seriously you didn’t even give me a present“

he laughed as he stood up putting his mask back on and tucking the money for your lunch into the receipt given to him before raising his hand halfheartedly waving the waiter down and nodding his head at them before walking behind you hand placed on the small of your back directing you through the loud and rather messy crowd

“ you’ve gotten your present from me already “ he whispered “ you’ve gotten to see me maskless — in a crowded environment if I may add and you didn’t get sick so yay “

you laughed as he spoke again “ enjoy it cause you won’t get it again “ he tore his mask off smiling softly at you as you studied his face

it wasnt the fact that he wasn’t wearing his mask you’d already seen him maskless when you two were alone. What made your birthday was the fact he was willing to go so far out of his comfort zone for you.

He never would have just went out to a resteraunt and ate his food around others and allow others to cook his food without him seeing it done physically himself and making sure nothing bad was happening. much less him taking his mask off around other people — people he didn’t know

you couldn’t help but feel a flutter as you looked through the car window he was right you were enjoying this because you knew you would never get it again not until another birthday when you would have sukusa go out of his comfort zone time and time again just to remind you how much he truly loved you and would do anything to make your birthday a special day for you

lev

- lev is a child he likes doing fun things you were no different yourself and if you were you could always calm him down and assume the role of parenting but then again if you weren’t someone of maturity that could maybe explain why you two were in jail on your birthday.

- Kenma and kuroo outside your cell dressed up in pajamas kenmas game boy clicking away as the two stared into the cell kuroos eyes boring into your boyfriends kenma occasionally eyeing you a bit intrigued with this side of you he’d never seen before

-Kuroo taking the dad role while kenma whispered behind him about how lev was an idiot and you — he couldn’t say anything about you

-he just assumed that idiot lev here was the one who decided to go in an abandoned house and wreck the whole thing only to find out that you were the one who came up with it

-the original idea was for you two to do what you saw on a movie where a woman destroyed an old house no one used for fun and to let all her fustratuons out and since it was your birthday —not that it would have mattered if it wasn’t —lev would have still done it with you birthday or not but now since it was your birthday this gave him even more reason to show little to no hesitation to follow behind you

-Which is not what you two really needed from each other

-when you both went to town on the house even breaking the outer walls of the dirty building levs arms reaching the ceiling with every pull back of the hammer to the wall he made. You and lev looking at each other happily when you turned to see the woman at the screwed up houses threshold

-“ oh hey you must be here —we must of had the same idea “ you smiled even harder when she returned it only for your smile to drop when you watched her call 911 with a laugh telling them how she was gonna get so much money and be able to buy a new house and get out of this rundown neighborhood because of two stupid kids

-your body sweating and looking away when kuroo beat into him about it saying how he now had to talk the lady out of suing

-your eyes darting to kenmas all knowing ones when lev screamed that you came up with the idea earlier and really lev just didn’t want you to be sad on your birthday so he just simply followed behind kuroos claims because he loves you and honestly it originally sounded fun before the arrest

“ god y/n —legs here is an idiot but never expected him to bring you into this “ kenmas voice challenged you as he smirked softly at his game” huh always felt like it would have been the other way around when it came to who influenced who “ your body stiffened as a cough leaked out

“ huh “ kuroo looked dumbfounded at his friends words

“ nothing kuroo just perfect a match a—perfect match “

The ride home was long as you two thanked kuroo and kenma before you ran down the sidewalk looking back at lev “ there’s still an hour to my birthday “

lev smiled as he watched you get further into the distance “ which means “

“ tag “ you screamed him following “ Y/N WE JUST GOT ARRESTTED “

“ AND SOMEONE IN CANDA JUST PUKED UP RED BEANS — COME ON “ he found himself laughing you suited him so well he always loved having fun and everyday was fun with you

his body finally catching up to yours as he tagged you wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his own body panting softly yours leaning back against his chest and looking up “ babe you see the stars “

you nodded at him smiling “ so pretty “

“ yeah really they are“

“ they always look so happy and beautiful and just bright—- they always make me feel calm at peace and just they settle my nerves “

he turned you to face him looking into your eyes as he smiled kissing you softly mouths moving to the tune of a song as he you smiled into the kiss head falling to his chest while he sighed in content in this moment

“ couldnt have described you better—“ your face went up in surprise that he thought those things about you “ happy birthday y/n”

[samanthadalton]

Hey! Do you think you could write an avaxmc fic that’s today’s chapter (81) of mtfl but from mack’s pov? Like a rewrite, with more gayness and no boys? Maybe have mack see them at some point, or find them sleeping together the morning after? Idk it’s just an idea and ofc it’s ok if u don’t wanna do it, just thought i’d ask

i loved this idea anon, idk if its super gay but I tried writing it from what i think Mack would be like, i hope you enjoy tho ❤️❤️

(also ive been so busy this week, i hope to do some writing for star crossed lovers next week as well as some more requests💖) 

taglist: @cloud9in @midnitesteph @kamilahsayeet2063 @dopeyouth @avalawrencefl @alleycat97 (i added people from my other ava fic and people who might like the fic) 

The tales of the sister 

Now playing as Mack

I know something has been going on between Emma and Ava since we’ve come back from Jenning’s lodge but I don’t know exactly what. I scrutinise Emma as she fluffs the pillows for the 100th time tonight before taking out her phone to check her makeup...again.

“Chill Emma, it’s only Ava” I add a tiny dose of teasing to my voice, while Emma’s cheeks begin dusting with a tiny bit of red on them before she pointedly looks away. 

“Everything just has to be perfect,” her eyes scan the living before she moves the tv remote an inch to the left before placing her hands on her hips, satisfied. 

“Why?” I raise an eyebrow at her, trying to get any crumb of information since Emma and Ava used to always leave me out of the big girl gossip. 

Emma freezes for a split second before her eyebrows furrowed together in contemplation, “I don’t know, it just has to be.” 

I nonchalantly shrug my shoulders and sit on the couch before grabbing a handful of popcorn and shoving it into my mouth. Emma swats at my arm, “Mack! Don’t make a mess!” 

“Whuh- iuts pouhpcourn” I retort, my mouth still filled with popcorn as Emma begins stress cleaning around me until the doorbell suddenly rings and she stands up straight so quickly before plastering a wide smile on her face. Just before she opens the door, she throws a warning look at me over her shoulder. 

“Ava!” Ava squeals and tackles Emma into a huge bear hug while Emma just giggles like a schoolgirl, yuck. 

“Hey, hey, let me say hi to Ava.” I see Emma shooting daggers at me in my peripheral vision but I ignore her as I give Ava a quick hello hug before settling back into my seat on the couch. “So” I take another handful of popcorn but before I can throw it all into my mouth, Emma glares at me, her eyes wide and full of warning, so I roll my eyes at her and plop a couple into my mouth before giving her a melodramatic smile. “What’s on the agenda for girl’s night?” 

Ava and Emma share a weird look before Ava speaks up, “how about 2 truths and a lie?” 

“Yes, I’ll finally get to learn your secrets.” I conspicuously rub my hands together, excitement running through my body. 

“Yeah, now that we can trust you not to be a total blabbermouth,” Emma taunts. 

“Hey I wasn’t that bad,” I throw my hands up defensively as Ava laughs. 

“Yes you were.” Ava gestures over to Emma,” remember when Emma and I were freshmans and you came with your dad to pick Emma up from school and you literally screamed out that I had a crush on the science teacher.” 

“Wait what was his name again?” Emma and Ava go silent as they try and remember before Ava slaps her thigh before shouting, “Mr Durrant!” 

“Oh my god yeahhhhh,” Emma shakes her head as she and Ava laugh together but when they catch each other’s gaze, their laughter slowly fades and is replaced with an intense stare. Ava deftly glances at Emma’s lips before I awkwardly cough gaining the attention of the two girls again.

“So, 2 truths and a lie? I’ll go first. I’ve been arrested. I used to have an imaginary friend and I have a belly piercing.” 

Ava and Emma share a conspirutual look before simultaneously saying, “belly piercing.” 

“Come on Mack, you really think I forgot about your imaginary friend Lily? You used to always talk to her and have tea parties with her.” 

I grumble and cross my arms together, “whatever someone else go next.” 

“I’ll go.” Ava calls out. She presses her lips together in a thin line deep in thought before making an, “ah-ha” sound. “I’ve never broken a bone, i’ve been in a car crash and I have a secret cinder account.” 

I reflect on Ava’s answers for a few moments before coming to a conclusion. “Definitely the broken bones. Did you think I wouldn’t remember the nasty fall you took in cheer your freshman year?” 

Emma still in deep contemplation, quietly gazes at Ava. Her eyes roam her facial features before she squeaks out, “cinder account.” 

“Ding, ding, ding.” Ava lifts her forefinger, tapping it on her nose, “we have a winner. To be honest I thought about making one but I chickened out at the last minute.” 

“What? Why would you even consider making an account, you’re gorgeous. I would’ve thought you would have girls lining up around the block? 

“Well even though we didn’t work out, I’m still grateful for the time I had with Bayla. She made me feel like I wasn’t alone because for a long time I felt like I was.” She flickers her gaze at Emma, her eyes softening, “And thanks to her she helped me realise that I have my eye on someone else.” 

Emma gives Ava a small smile, hmmm so maybe something did happen between them and they haven’t told me before they keep giving each other flirty looks all night. Just to mess with them a little I break the moment between them by throwing a piece of popcorn at Emma, “I guess it’s your turn.” 

“Okay fine. I’ve seen two boys from our school topless, I’ve dyed my hair blue and” she looks over at Ava, her eyes full of longing. “I kissed a girl.” 

I KNEW IT. I KNEW IT. THEY KISSED. 

I play off Emma’s statement cooly with a blank expression on my face, trying to hide my happiness for them both. I subtly look over at Ava who is so trying not to blush right now but is attempting (and failing) to suppress a smile. Cute. 

“Emma I live with you, I know you haven’t dyed your hair blue!” 

“You got me.” 

“Now that you mention it you would look good with blue hair.” 

After a lot of convincing, we finally managed to get Emma to agree to dye her hair blue. 

“I have a box of dye under my bed. I'm going to go grab it.” I leave the two girls and begin inspecting the contents under my bed, looking for the dye. I triumphantly cheer to myself, like a loser, when I find the box and as I’m about to enter the bathroom, I see Ava leaning down and whispering into Emma’s ear. I can’t hear what she’s saying but I can see Emma’s reflection in the bathroom mirror, her eyes glistening with desire? Excitement? I don’t know but I can tell Emma’s slightly nervous because she’s chewing on the inside of her cheek. 

Emma’s about to respond to Ava before her eyes catch mine in the mirror, “Mack!” her voice startled, “we didn’t see you there.” 

“Yeah I figured.” Emma looks away abashed while Ava awkwardly coughs before reaching out and plucking the dye from her hands. 

We begin mixing the dye together with the bleach and then Ava begins parting Emma’s hair, her fingers slowly tangling in Emma’s hair, before giving it a playful tug. Yuck they’re indirectly not so indirectly flirting in front of me. Right in front of my metaphorical salad! 

“Do you guys think I’ll look different after I dye my hair?” Emma asks as Ava begins painting on the dye with her fingers. 

“How do you want to look?” She raises an eyebrow at Emma. 

“Hot.” 

Ava snorts, “please, like you need a boost in that department.” 

“Hey everyone could use a little hotness, well everyone except you because you’re practically a goddess.” 

Ava’s grin widens and she takes in Emma’s admission. “It’s true. I guess it’s a cheer captain thing.” I clamp my mouth shut, trying so hard not to say anything to ruin this moment, hoping that they’ll forget about my existence. And maybe it works a little too well because Emma and Ava flirt the rest of the time we’re dying her hair and it takes everything in me not to scream and tell them to stop being so weird. 

“Wow you look sexy,” Ava beams at Emma as she brushes through her now blue hair, stars practically glistening in her eyes. 

“Thanks, I guess I’m catching up to you in the hotness department.” 

Ava growls, (weird), her voice a whisper, “mmm. I think you’ve definitely surpassed me.” 

I think I barfed a little in my mouth when I finally have had enough and I throw my hands up in the air, “I’m going to bed!” I turn back and teasingly wiggle my eyebrows at the girls, “make sure to behave yourselves.” 

I crash into my bed but an hour later I hear Emma’s bedroom door shut and a flurry of giggles coming from her room. I guess they’re now making out? Gross. Right where I can hear them. I fold my pillow over my ear, trying to drown the sound of the laughs, and sound of kissing and sucking? I don’t know and I sure as hell don’t want to find out. Eventually I doze off and when I wake up the next morning I creep up to Emma’s room to see if she’s awake and can make me breakfast. But when I open the door, I see her  half naked body, tangled up with a half-naked Ava as they peacefully sleep in each other’s embrace. I quickly but quietly close the door and flop back into my bed, glad that my older sister is getting some but sad because I don’t know when I’m going to get my pancakes now. 

[starryfreckles]

Flavie and Ayumi Live (26 mai 2020 on YouTube francetv slash) 

Translation/Summary -

(I apologise in advance for the typos. i didnt really read this over tbh)

Interviewer: Where are you at the moment?

Flav: I’m at home, in my room

Ayumi: I’m at my country house in my room. [Her friend joined her there when deconfinement happen and now they’re living their best life. There’s sun and everything is good]

Flav is chilling “la vida loca” she says

Is it not too frustrating to live this 6th season in confinement and SKAM France has a reputation of having very involved fans and with the screenings?

A: Yes, its very frustrating but then again it’s something that I haven’t really lived the projections with the fans so I dont know what it does. But just the feedback of social media is incredible. Its a good preview at what can happen in a live screening.

F: Yea I agree. It is frustrating but seeing everyone on social media is kind of reassuring and comforting and like Ayumi said, we dont know that [the screenings] so its not that frustrating.

what kind of reactions have you guys had on social media?

[flav and ayumi arguing who goes first. Its the cutest thing ever. Flav always wants ayumi to go first]

A: Just love and positivity. On my end is really incredible. I thank everyone. It’s really just incredible.

F: Its so wonderful. At night, I really try to read all the dms on instagram and even if I cant respond to everyone, know that I read everything and I translate everything that isn’t in French. If I  were to reply to everyone, it would take a long time so that’s not possible. I dont speak all the languages of the world so I copy and paste is translate to understand.

-video cuts out-

I: we were talking about fan reactions so let’s continue. Have you gotten any that made you surprised, laugh, smile, made you emotional, etc?

A: what is beautiful is that ive gotten many messages from girls and boys who said that they had similar a similar relationship to Lola and Maya in the sense that one helps the other more because of addiction problems. And that’s always nice to hear that they just wanted to thank skam for writing and portraying this kind of story. And of course the reaction of la mif. It’s true the character Jo has been loved by fans. She is so funny and so great and she’s [actress who plays jo, louise] really like that in real life. Like literally from A to Z

Flav agrees.

A: “Louise just played Louise” and it’s just so funny. And everyone online says they want to be friends with jo becuase she made this joke pr did that but she’s really like that.

F: she’s always joking

A: and she just comes up with stuff on the spot

I: we really just can’t wait to see La Mif reunite and see how they are in real life because they are just awesome on screen.

Flav and ayumi agree

I: Maya’s arrival to the season that was a little intense, let’s not lie, is like a ray of light. What does that do to you for having that role of the character who brings light and wonder? (This is kinda hard to translate)

A: its incredible to bring that kind of message, like you said, this light. She is totally this kind of girl that I would love to be friend with. It’s hard to explain. It’s just so beautiful. Maybe flav has something to say.

F: it’s true that you and La Mif brought a light for everyone. Even me when I see my family and close ones they say that they are so funny and new and that they felt my pain [as lola] even if its a show and its feels weird to see you like that because you’re close to us but seeing them [lola + la mif] is a good mix. And ayumi you bring so much like when your face lights up when Lola comes up the stairs its incredible.

A: its a chemical reaction. Its incredible. But flav I saw you on screen and everything that you brought, what David saw. And we lived it but for us it seems natural and on screen and rediscovered the characters and the chemistry at the same time as everyone else.

Flav and Ayumi saying that they havent seen the whole thing before hand and are constantly check their phone for new clips. They have the notifications for the YouTube channel.

F: we at least have the hours for the clips AT LEASTT and thankfully

A: which flav sent me because I didnt have them and she left me panicked for 2 weeks and then she finally sent them over.

F: its great. They’re on my fridge and I cross off each day with my parents and we are one it. My dad everyday is like there’s a clip. So funny.

I: Just so we’re on the same page, there’s a clip today right?

I: [fan question] what do you love the most and the least in the character you play?

A: flav please start

F: I love her “who the fuck are you talking to me like that” and her fuck you attitude. I love that she shows off that nothing moves her but deep down not really, like everyone I guess. I love that about her and she’s so natural. I love her, I really love her. Something negative. That’s hard.

I: you are a very happy, bubbly person. Is there not her depressed, dark side that bothers you?

F: well lola is just full of emotions where we’re going to see everything. But really what I dont like is her fashion sense.

A: im dead. But I was going to say the same thing

F: maya’s fashion sense? You are crazy. And also girl it’s your clothes they used as costumes

A: no no but people have made edits with you know the big pink coat or my outfit at the supermarket and its there that I realised how ridiculous even if they not really.

F: well I think theyre great. Love the pink coat

A: ill send it to you with fedex. I dont have it but ill send it to you.

F: when we were doing costume fittings I told the costume designer that it was simple and that I would be stealing all of these looks. Im going to take a suitcase, im going to take ayumi’s clothes, put them in my suitcase and go back to Vance with them. And I took nothing from lola by the way. She just doesn’t have a style. She doesn’t neglect herself but its her I dont care attitude, again.

A; I love maya’s engagement and her will towards everything and everyone. Shes a teenager but that’s beautiful to be engaged in many causes. She just really wants everyone, her friends, to be well and happy. But otherwise things I dont like outside of her clothes I dont know. Clothes is like the best answer

F: you forgot about her makeup. The makeup artist did her eyeliner and dots under the eyes and I was there like do the same thing with me!

A: that is really the best thing in all of humanity. It was so cool.

F: honestly. The makeup artist gave everything on you but on me she went in the morning like poof poof ‘well that’s it honey, there’s nothing else I can do for you’

A: you forgot the drama hair!

F: oh my god. She would pour oils and everything you want on my head. “You could like cook French fries”

A: flavie says that but you know she can wear whatever she wants and still look good

F: awe I love you

I: Did the age difference between you hinder your ability to be friends?

A: no not at all. What do you think flav?

F: not at all. Im just the baby of the group, im the youngest but we all so dumb together that we don’t realise

A: exactly. We all act like we’re 7

F: all of us together is horrible. The whole mif. Intolerable.

I: how was youre guy’s first meet?

F: ok let me tell you from my point of view because its quite funny.

A: she was so annoying. She looked at me all weird. she was not cool No that’s not true at all. She was adorable. Trop cute

F: I arrive to the production offices and im with David signing contracts and he says don’t move I have a surprise. And im like oh no what has he brought me a croissant or something and he brings back ayumi. So we start talking for like 10 minutes and I did not who she was actually. And I was like who tf is this. I did not know. And im one point im like so she’s the one who plays Maya? It was so funny. It was cool. And then he brought Maxence

A: from my point of view, flavie was so shy and locked off. And I knew who she was and I was honoured and thrill. She was so small and closed off. But honestly NOT AT ALL. i quickly understood the next day that flavie is a bomb! You understand ?

F: at first maybe you were like “I just want to protect this little thing.”

I: so what was the first scene that you guys filmed together?

Ayumi makes it clear that it’s a scene that hasn’t been released yet. And Flavie can’t remember what it is.

A: flav, you are putting our whole relationship in question!

F: I just dont know!

A: ok but the second scene we did together was the scene of Saturday morning after the first urban party

F: OHHH you right! I remember now!

I: but that’s a great scene that fans loved because of the chemistry and people loved it. How did you create that complexity? Was it the writing or did you try to meet up on your own?

F: honestly, not that much because the problem is that I live in Vance. We really tried to see each other but trains made it difficult to see each other just us two, but it still worked somehow. We worked a lot with David but not so much just us too and yet we still manage to create something really strong and powerful.

A: in between scenes we also just talked all the freaking time. And by the time David said action, it was like we just finishing our conversation in the scene.

F: every morning we were always happy to see each other and we didn’t see each other that much but that honestly wasn’t a problem at all.

I: in the YouTube comments, everyone is slightly making fun of flavie for living so “far”

A: [also starts making fun of flavie] oh yea yea basically 45 minutes.

F: BY TRAIN! By car its like 2 hours and a half, so sorry.

A: you don’t even have a driver license! So you have to take the train!

F: alright I almost have my drivers license! Soon supposedly! And don’t worry ill come pick you up in my ride!

Ayumi makes more fun of Flavie for her hours of driving and her basically driving illegally (in France you can only drive at 18 and flav is 17)

I: what was the most difficult scene to film for you?

F: well im not gonna answer. I can’t answer

A: honestly I dont have any. Oh wait yes yes yes! I just remembered. Flav you do know! It’s the scene where I tell you that ive missed you.

F: oh right! You were sick right!

A: yea I had shrimp for lunch. Bad shrimp and in the scene im in process of dying. I have never been in more pain and discomfort.

F: and I was like why is she angry at me? What did I do?

A: and flav is like are you okay and thank god you were there flav because she was telling me breathe and take it slow. It was the difficult

F: for me the most difficult that we’ve seen is was hard because of weather conditions. It was so cold on the whole set but it was the one where we were around the fire and jo sees eliott for the first time, the first urbex party. We were getting fire embers in our eyes so we were all crying and complaining. It was awful. Louise was actually crying so so hard.

A: it was so funny. Louise was actually crying and was joking at the same time whilst crying. We were laughing so hard.

The say that night was still a lot of fun and then they all went to Quentin’s apartment [actor who plays sekou] and the ambiance on set is better than on screen. It was a lot of fun

A: la mif always has a great time, messing around

F: David would say “FOCUS FOCUS”

I: it was mid November, and we all know skam france shooting is very intense and fast. So David was like a police officers. We cant wait to see the behind the scenes. David in the comments says thank you to all the extras who were there until 4am

F:  oh yea honestly. Thank you– just thank you

A: oh yea flav thanks for that. Its great.

I: we know there’s a clip today with a reunion. And fans are expecting a kiss. Are we getting that moment today?

(Silence)

A: listen if there is a kiss, it will happen at a perfect moment

I: there is a lot of pressure on this kiss becuase there are so many people from the LGBTQ+ community who are saying that this kind of relationship is rarely seen on screen. Do you feel the need to do good?

F: its so well written and directed that we do want to do really well. Ok your turn

A: the want to do good, of crows but its already something we want to do. We are not forcing ourselves, because its already there.

They say that its sad for the time being that they have to continue to fight for rights in the LGBTQ community and Ayumi says that with SKAM its all going to change. They always get lovely messages thanking them.

They talk about the ship name and how fans have decided that is going to be Mayla. Ayumi is happy that its Mayla. Flav wanted Loyla. Ayumi says it was their first “fight” and they weren’t agreeing. Even la mif voted on the ship. It was heavily debated.

I: Are we right to have so much faith in Mayla or are you going to break our hearts?

F: for that you’ll have to keep watching

A: well said flav

F: l’amour gange toujours

I: what is next for you two?

F: not much. Im seeing friends at a distant. Stay safe. I was starting to miss my social life. Not going out too much because I really dont want to get “this vicious/awful thing” so yea “la vida loca”

F: project wise everything is on pause but im on a good path. Crossing my fingers. If it happens it happens. Its destiny

A: its destiny. Same thing. There was a movie that stopped before quarantine and won’t start again but there are castings. Until filming starts again, we are all waiting.

I: it’s funny, everything something is said, it gets translated in the comments in five or six languages. Have you taken something from your character and have you left them something?

A: her joy to live at everything. And give her my body to just exist

F: what I took, well nothing. I gave her 7kg more. Well actually I took from her 7kg. That’s it!

I: who forgets their lines the most?

F: ME! But you too kinda. You just talk SOOO fast you start to stutter

A: I talk too fast and then I stutter and it was so cold that that doesn’t help. So in front of flavie, she really made fun of me.

F: I didnt always forget but sometimes when its really long I forgot.

[heartbreakgrill]

That Smile; Luke Hemmings

description: in which you’re a songwriter, working on Youngblood with 5sos, when a certain blonde catches your eyes.

a/n: there will be a part 2 for this!

“AHHHH!” You threw your green mechanical pencil across the room. It bounced off of the wall, snapping in half, and landing in separate places. One ended up by the door by your shoes, the other on the couch, beside your purse, jacket, and water bottle.

A voice crackled through the speaker system, obvious laughter being bitten back. “Y/N, are you okay?”

You squeezed your eyes shut, hands in fists on either of your temples. You were on the floor, on your back, skinny jean clad legs sprawled out in front of you. Your t-shirt was ridden up on your stomach, revealing a thin strip of your skin to the room, which you were now realizing was freezing. Through welling goosebumps, you grumbled, “I’m never okay, Brad. You know this.”

“I had to check. We have legal obligations in the workplace,” he responded, this time chuckling throughout his spiel.

“Damn, OSHA,” you mumbled into your bottom lip.

Brad hesitated before his voice echoed back in, “They’re here, by the way. Making their way back now.”

“I’m not getting up yet. I’m still moping over my inability to properly write a single-“ your voice rose into a yell now, “fucking line about a stupid fucking boy!”

It was now that you realized the door to the studio was open with the head of receptionist Cindy in the room. “Is this a bad time?”

“I get paid to do this, I have no say,” you dropped your hands to your sides. “Let ‘em in.”

The four lanky boys shuffled in, two dressed like it was New York Fashion Week, the other two lazed about in sweatpants and hoodies. They stood awkwardly against the wall, unsure of how to go about greeting someone having a mental breakdown on the ground below them.

“Hello, I’m sorry, I’m trying to recover,” you began to sit up, back cracking in the process. You straightened your shirt out, catching eyes with the tall blonde. You swear, in the most cringey way, your breath caught in your lungs.

“You’re okay, we go through similar processes,” a curly headed, dirty blond remarked, giggling lightly.

“Yeah, I have plenty of photos of Calum laying on the floor like you were,” long fringe, bright eyes. Michael, perhaps?

You had familiarized yourself with photos of them on the internet, but were not at all confident you knew who they were. In fact, you couldn’t recall anyone’s name when the tall blonde who stole your breath offered his hand. You took it, your hand completely encased in his warm one. Without much efforts, he pulled you off the ground, nearly flush against his chest. But, you made sure to step back when you stood.

“Thanks,” you sighed, shuffling to the couch in your sock-clad feet. “Uh, I’m Y/N,” you introduced while clearing the seating area for them, “I’m sorry, I dont really know your names. Could you-?”

“Luke,” he stuck out the same hand for you to shake; you did.

Michael was who you suspected, Calum the jet black haired man Michael had mentioned, and Ashton the giggly one. You situated yourselves on the couches once you demanded they make themselves at home.

“So, this is your third album?” Of course you knew their music. If you were pairing with an artist on a new project, you had to familiarize yourself with their sound. You couldn’t write a Taylor Swift-like song for Lil Uzi Vert.

“Yeah,” Ashton answered, seemingly the spokesperson for the band. He was sat on the couch across from you, with Calum, Michael in the computer chair by the recording equipment. Luke was beside and, damn, did he smell good.

“What’s the motive?” They looked confused at the question, sharing a furrowed look. With a quick tuck of your legs underneath you on the couch, you launched into explanation, eyes moving from boy to boy. “So, you’re first album was very teen punk, kinda edgy, but safe with cute love songs and innocent forever young vibes. Sounds Good, Feels Good was super grunge with ballads about your actual feelings, a few love songs, and a handful of those same forever young vibes. It was, like, healing for you, almost. Like an album meant to truly introduce your fans to who you are. What do you want to say with this one?”

Luke cleared his throat beside you, “I dont know that we really have a vision with this one. We never really do.”

“Gosh,” you laughed, “no wonder they hired you guys a new songwriter. You have to have a plan! Otherwise it takes way too long and you have no idea what you’re doing. You’ve managed to do awesome without me, but this album, I promise, is going to be amazing.”

They, collectively, grinned at you. “I dont know about you, boys, but Ive got fucking chills!” Ashton exclaimed, shoving Calums shoulder, glancing at Michael.

You grinned back, proud with yourself and your words. You looked over at Luke who had a twinkle in his eyes, a smaller smile that seemed reserved for admiration to you.

-

You’d see that smile many times again throughout the process of writing their new album, later titled Youngblood after the first song you wrote together.

Ashton thought you were a bloody genius, as he would say, again and again.

“Its just a simple lyrical progression, Ash,” you coined his nickname a week into the process, “not that big of a deal.”

He still grinned, continuing to flip at your ‘talent’ with the randomest things.

When Youngblood, the song, was completely recorded and produced, you had a listening party in the small recording studio. You’d baked cupcakes and cookies for everyone, Calum had popped some champagne, and Michael brought his girlfriend along for the celebration.

You got along with Crystal well, chattering about makeup, music, and many other things before Brad came into the room with a frog shaped file USB. You stood from the couch beside Crystal and moved to stand beside Luke, who just so happened to be standing in the spot you wanted to. He smiled down at you, bouncing on his heels in excitement.

As Brad set up the file, Luke said, “The cupcakes are really good. As are the cookies, and the song. Everything, really.”

He was nervous around you. He was never nervous around girls. But something about your overwhelming talent, immense beauty, and super sweet personality made him jittery. He held tightly to his paper cup, nearly breaking in from his squeezing knuckles.

“Thank you, Luke,” you set a hand on his shoulder, prepared to say something else when the song began.

You’d heard it prior to this to ensure that it wouldn’t be utter crap. It was amusing and prideful for you to watch everyone’s jaws drops, to see Calum drop onto the couch with his head in his hands. Ashton danced around, Crystal leaned against Michael, praising his guitar and vocal bits. As the beat picked up and, soon, as it ended, Luke turned to you, lifted you in his arms, and spun you around. You were laughing, head thrown back, hands clutching at his hoodie-clad shoulders. When he set you down, you were still laughing, as was he. His laugh faded into that smile, that stupid smile.

-

The next time you saw it was halfway through the album. You had been losing sleep, between handling 5sos as a client and, now, Taylor Swift, who noticed your work through a friend. She wanted a new song, something uplifting and sweet. You agreed to help, not realizing that, now, you were overloaded. And, you weren’t able to devote your time to just 5sos.

One day, at the end of a long studio day, Luke noticed you on the floor of the recoding studio. Youd set yourself there when the boys starting gathering up their things, bidding your farewells with weary hands. Your eyes were no shut, hands resting on your stomach. Luke watched the boys leave and, having driven himself there, sat down beside you. He nudged your leg, gaining your attention through weary eyes.

“Hi,” he smiled, not quite in that way, but still sweetly. “Are you okay?”

“Stressed. Tired. Sick of writing. I haven’t been out with friends in so long and i want to, but all of my friends have normal lives with normal jobs. So they wont go with me during the week, and I cant on the weekends, because Ive been busy with Taylor Swift. God, never thought I’d say that sentence. Anyways, I just really want to get drunk and dance and then cry to someone about being sad, single, and so, so tired.”

“Well,” Luke resisted the urge to pick you up, place you in his lap, cradle you and coo you to sleep, “I’m sure I can urge Ash to have a party in his house. There’s plenty of people who dont care about their jobs or dont even have ‘em.”

You lifted yourself up on to your knees, “I would literally write you, like, an entire song if you got him to do that. I need a night away.”

“No need, I’m fine with one dance reserved for me,” there was the smile. “Oh, and a shot. We have to do a shot together.”

“I would do a million shots with you.”

He walked you to the parking lot, to your car, leaning against the door frame while you turned it on and buckled your seat belt. “Okay, so, Ill send you his address, and see you in a few hours?”

“See you.”

Now, what the hell were you going to wear?

[peachywise]

nullify

an umbrella academy fanfiction // klaus hargreeves x reader 

- part 6: the beginning of understandings || part i ⋆ part ii ⋆ part iii ⋆ part iv ⋆ part v ⋆ more to be released 

- synopsis: It was finally time to meet the bringer of the apocalypse– a petite girl wrapped up in a blanket drinking tea. Totally chill. Nothing unusual about the situation at all. At least Klaus was consistent with his irritating commentary.

- note: my bad sorry i haven’t updated in so long!! but i’m back! and since season 2 is now out, please just note that this story is my own continuation of the story after season 1. also, i am no longer doing a tag list. honestly i just can’t be bothered, and i’m sure most of the blogs have changed since the last one for this series. i post on ao3, so you can subscribe to the story there!! 

link on ao3 

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Okay. So you were going to face the person who allegedly caused the apocalypse. No big deal. This was just a normal day, and she was just a girl. Albeit one who had undergone pretty severe trauma in her life, but hey. Nothing you couldn’t handle with a pleasant smile and a cup of tea, right?

Maybe the tea was a bad idea. But you felt like you needed a peace offering. Something to break the ice before asking someone who was relatively a complete stranger, “I think I can contain your powers, so why don’t we try? Also, why don’t you move into my apartment for the time being? I promise the occasional cockroach that comes out the drain won’t do any harm. It would be nice if he paid rent, but I can’t complain.”

Yeah. Just a normal day.

An abrupt tap on your shoulder and Klaus’s breath tickling the side of your neck forced your eyes away from your previous stare down with the white bedroom door, and any and all courage you’d built up to walk in quickly dissipated.

“Hey, you think if this whole—” his voice caught on a sharp intake of breath as he tried to find his words, his hands rolling, “trying to convince my sister to not start the second apocalypse by moving in with you thing doesn’t work out, I can still crash there? You can’t begin to imagine just how stifling it is here. I don’t even think Five has changed out of his little uniform in a week, let alone had a shower. You smell so much better. Like vanilla with a bit of stale coffee and deep-seated cynicism.”

Turning your face fully towards his, your noses almost touching by how close he had leaned in, you kept your expression passive. And then you tipped your hand to let half of the scalding tea fall over the lip of the cup and on his bare feet.

As Klaus jumped back, hopping between his feet and hollering a string of “ow, ow, ow,” you took a small step back and replied with a drab and mocking, “that has to hurt.”

Klaus gave a curt laugh that was almost lost, given his teeth were clenched in pain. “You know, I don’t know if I like your violent style of foreplay.”

“You’re making it very clear why Vanya destroyed the world in the first place, Klaus,” you responded, voice raised. “You haven’t even experienced just how sadistic I can be. I can turn around right now and just let her cause the second apocalypse again.”

“How original of you, threatening to leave. What is it, the tenth time already? Maybe if we’re all lucky, you can get a couple more in before dinner!”

“You know what’s original? Your desperate need for attention because you never got any from daddy as a kid. I’ve never seen that before-“

The door opened in front of you, and someone’s soft cough had you and Klaus both turning in their direction.

Allison Hargreeves.

“Are you guys done?” She questioned, a tight impatient look crossed on her features. At a loss for words, partly embarrassed now that you’d raised your voice, you tried to find anywhere to look but her eyes. Your gaze ultimately got caught on her neck, and the healed, puffy scar raised on her skin. Right. They’d mentioned Vanya had injured Allison. Pretty horribly at that. You remembered what you were nervous about in the first place.

“Allison, this is Y/N, though they will reply to trouble or travel-sized Satan just as well,” Klaus offered, slipping past his sister, who stood fully in the frame of the doorway.

Reaching behind to scratch your neck, you forced a timid smile on your face and gave a small wave with your free hand. “Hey. Nice, uh… place you got here.” Totally casual. “Very clean.” Not awkward at all.

Allison snorted. “Uh-huh. Nice to meet you. Let’s see if this was all worth it, shall we?”

Straight to the point. You could respect that. Nodding, you kept the nervous smile on your face as you walked past her after she sidestepped away from the door. You didn’t really know what you were expecting. Part of you thought the room was going to be some weird pit of despair. Dark and broody, like it was supposed to set the scene for some comic book character about to delve into their villain origin story.

But nope. It was just a standard bedroom, very well lit, white linen, clean carpet. The only thing that really stood out was the sunny yellow blanket wrapped tightly around a petite frame huddled on the single bed, a sky blue polka dot teacup clutched in both of her hands.

Well, now you didn’t feel so bad that you’d poured out basically all the tea you were going to give Vanya on Klaus.

“I’m guessing you’re Vanya?”

No shit, she was Vanya. You literally knew what she looked like.

You shuffled your feet awkwardly as the girl’s eyes flickered up to you. You still had the teacup in your hand.

“I brought you this, but I… spilled a little,” you commented off-handily, moving over to set it on a small side table.

Klaus made a notably shocked look. “Is that what you call a little?”

Vanya nodded her head once, her tone quietly gruff as she added, “we could hear you through the door.”

Allison offered a very helpful, “I’m sure the whole apartment floor heard them.”

Klaus, unable to contain himself from continuing this rally of comments, added, “well, it’s not the only time my screams have woken up someone next door. Certainly won’t be the last, God hoping the world doesn’t explode again.”

All three of you groaned. Good to know you weren’t the only one exhausted.

“It’s nice to meet you, Vanya. Did they explain to you why I’m here?” You asked, moving closer to the girl in question.

Vanya’s eyes glanced quickly over to Allison, who nodded her head in encouragement. She then turned to look at you once more and gave a slight jerk of her head in affirmation. Despite what had happened between Vanya and Allison, you could see the trust between the sisters. You might have gotten the story of what happened three months prior, but obviously they had worked out some stuff. At least a little bit. “Yeah. Yeah, Five uhm, gave me the gist of it,” Vanya replied, her voice still quiet with an edge of hesitance.

“It really works,” Klaus stated, looking at you with a joyful look. “Not seeing Ben’s ugly mug for once…” he pressed his hands to his heart and contentedly sighed, “it was the biggest blessing one could have given me.” His serene mood quickly dissipated as he looked to an empty corner and bit out a tight, “zip it, ghoul boy.”

“I don’t know,” Vanya carried on, as Klaus and presumably Ben continued to have an argument in the back. “Our powers are different. I don’t know if I want to take the risk of using it again in case it doesn’t work.”

You sighed, and Allison brought her hand up to nervously to chew on a nail. Moving to sit on the edge of the bed, you tried your best to settle the situation. Yeah, the money you would get for this would be nice, but you could tell this all went beyond that. It was important. You knew they wouldn’t have just let you into their inner circle if it wasn’t.

“I get it. What happened was awful, but you aren’t in that place anymore, right? Panic makes you do stupid shit. You aren’t you when you’re in such a crisis. That doesn’t mean you don���t take accountability for those actions, but the you sitting here isn’t actively trying to blow up the moon and cause the end of the world.” Peering over to Klaus, who stood grumpily off to the side, you asked, “it was the moon, right?”

His attention quickly fixed on you as he replied back, “oh yeah,” making a sudden explosion movement with his hands and horrible sound effects to go with it.

Allison’s blunt, “Klaus,” was enough to quickly shut him up.

“But I could panic again,” Vanya pleaded, her hazel eyes cutting in their pain. As stable and as comfortable as she appeared now, you could recognize that constant fear that must have lived in her. You knew too much about regret. You could see that in her eyes.

“And that’s where I come in. I can stop that. But we have to try first to see if it can work.” Reaching out a hesitant hand, you placed it on her knee still covered with the blanket and offered, “this power is inside you whether you like it or not. I don’t have perfect control over mine. I wish there were things I had done differently.” People you could have saved. People who you accidentally hurt. “You tried suppressing it, but that only made it explosive once it was actually let out. We can try to make it so you can live with it. Even if you don’t use it, at least you can control it.”

Vanya bit her lip and drooped her head, her hair falling in curtains around her face. You were curious about what her thoughts were. The furrow between her brows tensed and untensed in a way you knew her answer to the proposition was continually changing.

“Vanya, I’ve gone the self-destructive route to try and drown the voices out,” Klaus chirped up in the silence, his compassionate tone odd to your ears. From the corner, he strolled past you and rested a hand on his sister’s shoulder. “But I’ve never experienced quiet so fully until they put their field around me.” Soft eyes met yours as he added, “I never thought it was possible. It’s all I ever wanted.”

Holding his look for a moment, you weren’t quite sure what to say. You’d never really been… praised for your gift. Whenever you tried to use it to help someone else, you’d get called a freak or something worse. Any other time, it accidentally (well, purposefully sometimes) harmed someone. You could tell Klaus was sincere. Listening to the voices of the dead so much must be harrowing. You never really gave much thought about spirits and their presence, but for all you know, there could be multiple in the room with him at any moment. Always in pain. Always sharing that with him.

All you could manage to offer in response was a gentle smile before you tipped your head back to look at Vanya. “You don’t know me. I can’t ask you to trust me to do this. But why don’t you stay with me for a bit anyway? Klaus will be there, and you can come and go as you want, the others too. I’ll show you a couple of things I can do with the force field, and when you’re ready to test it out, we will. This is in your hands, Vanya. You’re in control.”

That’s all people like us could ever want. Control. Certainty—

Understanding.

“I already called sharing the bed with Trouble, just so you know,” Klaus said.

Although, it seemed your understanding clearly had its limits.

“If you did that, I would have to burn my bed so I didn’t get fleas. How about I get you a nice doggy bed instead?”

That got a grin out of Vanya, and when Allison added, “I think a flea repellent collar would be a wise investment as well,” her smile grew a little more comfortable.

“very funny, really, ” Klaus muttered.

“Okay. I’ll come with you,” Vanya finally conceded, reaching over to set her cup on the nightstand. “I’m— I don’t think I’m ready to try it out yet, but I guess if I do lose control again, having you there will be a good safety net?”

“We’ll all be your safety net this time.” Allison’s tone was earnest, remorse and care wrapped up on one. “I promise.” She sat on the bed and Vanya gently rested her head on her shoulder.

Whatever had gone on with this family, whatever tragedy had occurred in the past or with the current ordeal, seemed to be mending. You were kind of in awe staring at the scene. You had never known this kind of support since your father, and even then, you were so young that your memories of those feelings of comfort had faded. You lived alone. Didn’t really have any lasting friendships. You had the old couple across the hall who you played cards with at least once a week— though you were pretty sure they cheated every single time— but that wasn’t even close to what the Hargreeves had.

Family.

Standing back up, you heaved in a heavy breath. “I’ll leave you to pack,” you offered with your best shot at a cheery smile despite the sudden growing muck (jealousy, sadness, regret) festering through your veins. “Would you mind if I use the bathroom?”

Allison started to talk, offering you directions before Klaus interjected, “I’ll show you where it is.”

You were going to argue that you were perfectly capable of managing directions in the single apartment, but he placed his hand on your back and was quickly ushering you out of the door and down the rest of the hall.

“You really okay with doing this?” His questioned jarred you, eyes widening as you stepped away from his touch.

“Klaus, are you kidding?” You shot back, your exhaustion entrapping your exasperation in one low, breathy air. “I didn’t see you caring about that when I had originally said no multiple times.”

“You didn’t have that,” he stalled, struggling to come up with words as he haphazardly waved his hands in front of your face, “that look before. You looked sad when Vanya said she would come.”

Ah. You thought you’d shielded your face away from what you had felt. Strange that he would pick up on it. “It’s fine, Klaus. I want to help.”

Klaus didn’t look so sure, but he was also resigned enough to accept that answer. It was the truth anyway. It was a brief second of allowing yourself to feel bad. We all had those. A desire for something else someone has, for love, for care. But maybe this situation would help. Helping someone else, someone relatively similar to you, given the fucked up freak birth that messed up all their lives, would give you a sense of purpose.

“Can I ask you something, though?” You said, biting the inside of your cheek in a sort of nervous gesture.

“Yeah, sure,” Klaus prompted, curiosity lowing his eyebrows as he slightly tilted his head.

“Did you mean what you said in there? Did my blocking your power really help you that much?” You just needed to know. He looked so earnest, almost… desperate to experience it again. You felt seized by a sudden warmth. You just wanted to experience that again, whatever that was. To feel like you had done right.

“Trouble, you have no idea how much that helped. I meant what I said,” his tone turned almost affectionate, his eyes almost pleading with you to believe, “It really is all I ever wanted.”

And suddenly, the warmth that you hoped would have a growing familiarity in your body came back. However, there was something else there, nagging at the back of your consciousness, that you couldn’t quite grasp. It almost felt like concern or empathy, but there was something more. Despite Klaus’s kind words, there was an undercurrent of sadness to them. The man in front of you, who sometimes seemed so much younger and fragile than what he was, had been through hurt. You could recognize it. You had the moment you had met him and all the Hargreeves. But you were finally beginning to fully comprehend what his particular sadness was.

“It’s horrible to have been forced with a burden that could probably do so much good, but we just haven’t been able to see it.” You murmured, speaking your thoughts out loud without really meaning to. “All of you guys were forced to do good with your powers. Be the good guys, get the bad ones. That in itself was another burden just on top of it. You were kids. You never got to experience normal lives and have your powers adjusted to fit normalcy. I guess I’m lucky in that regard.”

You didn’t really know what you were saying. Just looking at Klaus’s face and the emotions you couldn’t read had you spewing words so freely that surely he must have thought you to be the erratic one now and not him.

“Sorry,” you laughed lightly, trying to break the tension. “I guess I’m just trying to say, if my power can do good by helping you guys out, then I’m happy. Whenever things get too noisy, just let me know and I’ll try and drown it out for you. Maybe just… living for a while, not stressing about your next plans, will help too.” You could try to provide some sort of normalcy in your shitty little apartment, with shitty cable, and an even shittier view.

“I’ll do that,” Klaus’s voice was so quiet you barely caught what he had said. “Thank you.”

Averting your gaze to the floor, you rubbed the tip of your nose with the back of your hand and stood in silence for a few moments.

“So uhm. Where’s that bathroom?”

“Oh, shit! Ah, yeah, just down the hall and to the right off the kitchen,” Klaus laughed, tension easing.

“What, not going to lead to it?” You teased.

“No, I think you can manage pretty well,” he smirked, before walking off into one of the adjacent rooms, probably to go pack.

What a shame. You’d probably have to burn all his clothes before they touched your carpets, now that you thought about it. You know, because of the fleas and all that.

[if-the-crown-fits-translate-it]

Discord pt 64

[Date: 08/03, 6.01 AM - 08/03, 6.32 AM GMT]

[Direct continuation from pt 63]

[CW: Manipulation, stalking]

C R O W N: “are you all happier without me?”

Maxwell: “yes”

C R O W N: “...”

fetch: “we might be, yeah.”

C R O W N: “...”

Marcus: “...guys”

fetch: “just get out of here, dammit”

C R O W N: “i see”

Maxwell: “leave”

Marcus: “Baron and prince and lizzy are still with him”

jayyyyyyyy: “yeah, but theyre not in the court”

Marcus: “They are jay”

jayyyyyyyy: “crowns lost so much power. rescuing the others will be childsplay”

Marcus: “They’re still there”

Little-K1ng: “this is a weird vibe, just 3 dudes in my living room. i hope you guys know i have like, a bed and then a couch and also a floor”

Maxwell: “i call the floor”

Marcus: “That just makes him stronger”

Marcus: “Less people to control”

Little-K1ng: “floor is now called for, fetch can have the bed, and marcus gets couch i guess!”

Maxwell: “i can sleep anywhere man i used to sleep on the floor for fun as a kid!”

Little-K1ng: “zero porch sleepers, PLEASE,”

C R O W N: “I'm sorry. I just wanted to give Ranboo a happy family.”

Maxwell: “no you didnt bitch”

fetch: “just get OUT”

Maxwell: “that aint how a family works”

fetch: “get these squirrels out of my fuckin yard”

C R O W N: “...fine”

Marcus: “Do you remember what I said when this family asked about my thoughts on Dream?”

C R O W N: “yes”

Maxwell: “....i forgot how much of a dogboy you were fetch, heh...nice to see ya again man”

Little-K1ng: “[calling out of my front door to the street] ay fuck off pal not tonight”

fetch: “Pff, you too ya little rat”

Marcus: “I would like to change my answer.”

Marcus: “You are no better than Dream. You are no different than the man who you described as a horrible person. You are no savior.”

C R O W N: “...”

Marcus: “You are a coward.”

Maxwell: “ey i may be little but i can bite your kneecaps”

C R O W N: “...

:(”

Little-K1ng: “okay so i cant believe how not surprised i am but.... at the moment maxwell... theres orange juice in the fridge and cookies in the pantry (they're oatmeal raisin for your Health), if "someone" (you) starts bleeding again just sit and chill”

Little-K1ng: “but definitely get at those snacks”

Maxwell: “thanks man, sorry for barging in”

Marcus: “...what the hell are we wearing?”

Little-K1ng: “nah its all good ill be in a better mood once these bad boys! [holds out 2 excedrin] actually kick in”

Marcus: “WHAT HAPPENED TO MY HAIR”

Maxwell: “THATS WHAT I WANNA KNOW”

fetch: “I dunno man but hey max, you look good in a skirt”

Little-K1ng: “i mean you do suit the skirt”

Maxwell: “IM IN A SKIRT AND WHILE I DONT MIND SKIRTS ITS BEEN A WHILE MAN”

Maxwell: “.........hUh”

Marcus: “How the hell did I run in demonias what the fuck”

Maxwell: “i mean ive got combat boots so thats good but seriously man how the fuck did you run in those”

Marcus: “My hair isn’t supposed to be short”

fetch: “Okay you rock the demonias but are your ankles okay”

Little-K1ng: “yall are so fashionable i am almost not going to offer better clothes”

fetch: “...

Ow

ow ow ow

gys

watchdogs”

Little-K1ng: “wh?”

fetch: “gdox”

Maxwell: “i know ive got a button up on but not having a cloak or sweater of somesort feels horrid”

Marcus: “Fetch?”

fetch: “ow

gdoc”

[Crown edited onto the google doc: "I'm sorry i'll be good just please come back i don't want to lose anyone else it hurts i already lost tommy and now you all left me please come back please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please"]

Maxwell: “AW SHIT HERE WE GO AGAIN”

Marcus: “Fuck”

fetch: “hes tampering”

dreaming: “fetch you okay?”

Little-K1ng: “woah dude hey hey sit its okay just sit”

Little-K1ng: “the doc...”

Maxwell: “uh oh”

fetch: “ow ow wh at the fu c k”

Maxwell: “the fuck happened to tommy what is he on about”

Little-K1ng: “WOAH okay so fetch just hit the floor”

Maxwell: “shit fetch you okay”

Marcus: “Fuck, do you have tissues? His nose is bleeding”

Little-K1ng: “AH AH HEY UH HELP ME uh hes bleeding flip him over”

Little-K1ng: “hes bleeding a lot dont let him drown”

Maxwell: “oh god okay”

Little-K1ng: “cmon recovery position dont you know that?? ok”

Marcus: “Yeah of course”

Maxwell: “dont lay him down yeah he'll choke on  the blood if we do”

Little-K1ng: “okay hes good just. drooling blood onto the floor okay, thats, ew, but not the first time”

Little-K1ng: “oh yeah the doc huh? okay that alteration must have really hurt”

A random Spark: “It was a big one, a whole page”

Little-K1ng: “oh ouch”

Maxwell: “so should we try to leave it for now for fetch to fix when he wakes up to not hurt him more?”

Little-K1ng: “okay, note to self, buy more excedrin

this weeks trauma is sponsored by excedrin”

Maxwell: “what the shit happened to tommy?”

jayyyyyyyy: “tommy died??”

Maxwell: “HE WHAT”

jayyyyyyyy: “I DONT KNOW??”

Maxwell: “I WAS GONE FOR LIKE A DAY”

Little-K1ng: “yeah uh, he kinda, look ok yall can explain that and ill just. try to clean this up”

Mothbo: “Max, it's been much longer than a day.”

Maxwell: “what”

Little-K1ng: “a... a day ??”

Marcus: “...max”

Maxwell: “how...long has it been”

boo: “a month or so”

Maxwell: “god my head hurts this is too much to process”

Little-K1ng: “hahaa,, yeah no you've never met me, its been an awful lot longer than that, look, we've had a long night, the sprinklers are staying on overnight, just sit and we can get some sleep, yeah? ill stay with fetch and make sure he doesnt choke”

Little-K1ng: “ill get you the snacks and you can recover from the blood loss, sound good?”

Marcus: “I can um”

Maxwell: “thanks so much man...”

Marcus: “I can stay up and help these two, I basically took care of them back at the-

You know”

Maxwell: “okay...tomorrow....yall havge a  lto og explaining to fo”

Marcus: “You don’t look well, Mona you should rest”

Maxwell: “im going to slepw nihgt fucekrs ha....its good to be back”

Little-K1ng: “i appreciate the concern, good night marcus. nice to meet you :)”

Marcus: “It’s uh, nice to meet you too

Goodnight”

Mothbo: “rest well, Max. Please stay safe okay? We missed ya”

Maxwell: “course....”

[jayyyyyyyy: “have a nice first night free marcus! :]”]

Marcus: “...thank you”

Chat: “...”

katichu (derogatory): “Chat?”

jayyyyyyyy: “hi, chat. you maybe wanna take off your crown, mate?”

Chat: “You know what? I really don't care anymore. I should've known who you all really were when you first showed your true colors by being so hateful to crown and the family. You're all nothing to me :) And guess what? I'm completely fine with that!!”

A random Spark: “We made our choice”

Chat: “Yep! And I've made mine, and I'm completely fine with knowing that I've done nothing but right by Crown, and that none of this is my fault and I'm not to blame for anything and I haven't done anything wrong and it's perfectly fine and I'm okay!!”

Chat: “I know you never cared about me anyway. You don't need to keep saying it. I have my family and I'm h a p p y n o w”

[jayyyyyyyy: “We do care about you. We're also all tired as fuck.”]

Chat: “Right.”

Chat: “I'll be leaving now. Thank you for nothing.”

[aestheticvoyage2021]

Day 232: Friday August 20, 2021 - “Not one mile further than needed”

Took our sweet time this morning getting up and out of St Louis for the final leg.  And that lazy pace was such a good thing - gave us time awake and out of the car, time to see an old friend, time for a little day drinkin even!

Started after packing out of our shit motel west of town, we met Professor Jellen outside his class so that he could meet William and hear our enthusiasm first hand for the drive and for parenting.  He gave William a good pep talk and advice that amounted to him just “being kind, if nothing else -be kind.”  Great advice old friend.  We will have to see him and spend more time with him on our way back through.  Here is to hoping that happens - every time we drive away from this guy we wish there was more time.

Then the big ticket item Id been looking forward to since hatching this map a week ago - Friday brunch at Hammerstones!  Everything worked out to bring us here, right on time and so we hitched a spot at the back of the patio, with the dogs and baby, ordered up some adult beverages, and some real good food, and filled the tanks within the friendly confines of my old and still favorite, home bar.  Maybe more important than introducing my little lion to the arch or where the redbirds play, was bringing him here and to the iconic facade out front.  We posed together for a selfie and I told him how this place and this city means a lot to me...probably in some way that he’ll love some random place out there someday when hes grown.  Enjoyed those champion flavored wings and AC got herself a steak, and the dogs enjoyed the fresh air and some french fries.   The owner came out and talked to us and made me feel like the old alumni with chest full of pride.  “Its good to have places to feel nostalgia for” - indeed, sad to think some people never get that.

We crossed the old Eads Bridge into Illinois, William’s sixth new state of this trip, and then pulled into the park on the other side of the Arch to get that view together looking back West.  That Arch certainly was my gateway to the west.  This city and that view means a whole lot to me; so much so that I almost could get chills in that steaming humidity with a puppy yanking my arm...life sure does look different every time Ive come through that portal but I am pretty certain that this is my best life - my best version here, as we turned and walked away from it, all together now.  And then we packed it and hit the road. Next Stop - Ludington!  Well - there’d be a couple long breast feeding timeouts in there, in Lexington IL and at the Michigan border.  But with our fun had for the day, it was now a Prius on a mission from there.  Hiyo Silver!   Through Chicago traffic, and missing sunset, and finally to the lighthouse in New Buffalo.   North and North and North now - under that blue Pure Michigan sign, we turned north.  

And around about 1230am we finally pulled into my parents driveway.  Mission accomplished.  Without urgent issues or regrets, we had driven the 2,138 miles out of the desert and to the beach.  I loved every mile of it - AC was great, the dogs were the best, and William proved to be a pro.  For as much as we stressed about being able to pull it off, it proved to be as easy as can be.  As I turned the car off, I imagined the sound of me leveling up on my rambler status, like I should get a special upgrade or badge for Silver The Prius.   Thats always a great feeling - to finally make it to the end.  BUT the real memorable finish was that the gas range sat at 0.0 when we pulled in to home.   I took that as a nod from the Universe for gifting me a great smooth ramble.  A nod to that idea that the road does always provide.  Not one mile more than I needed to bring this circus on home.

Miles today: 511 miles 4 states (MO, IL, IN, MI)

Total: 2,138 miles, 9 States (AZ, NM, TX, OK, AR, MO, IL, IN, MI), 4 time zones. 2 dogs, 1 baby, 1 Prius.

Song: The Black Keys - Everlasting Light

Quote: All of those things - rock and men and river - resisted change, resisted the coming as they did the going… The nature of things is resistance to change, while the nature of process is resistance to stasis, yet things and process are one, and the line from inorganic to organic and back is uninterrupted and unbroken. William Least Heat Moon

[talesfromthesnogbox]

Richie Tozier and the Birth of His Child

Summary: Richie and his fiance Eddie rush to get to the hospital because their very good friend, and surrogate mother, Beverly, is in labour, and Oh my god it's happening quickly!

Rating: T (for language and mentions of medical procedures)

Word Count: 4235

Notes: Is this a repost of my own work? Yes. Do I care? No :)

Alright guys, so this is totally self-indulgent, and it basically goes like "Crying Richie and Eddie doing skin to skin with their newborn baby." So here it is. Please note, I know barely anything about pregnancy or birth or surrogacy so I guessed a lot and nothing is accurate, but does anyone really care?

aO3

***

Richie Tozier and the Birth of His Child

Eddie was a light sleeper. He had no problem waking up when Richie got home from late night gigs, and he was always up within the first chime of his alarm in the morning. But recently, Eddie had taken to sleeping like a baby.

A sharp ring pulled him out of his gentle slumber. He’d been having a pleasant dream, one he was annoyed to be woken up from by what was probably a wrong number. Eddie grumbled looking at his phone, startled by how bright it was momentarily, but soon his annoyance turned to panic.

10 Missed Calls from Ben Hanscom

“Shit…” Eddie mumbled, quickly calling him back. “Dude—”

“Eddie I’ e been calling you for an hour, what the fuck man?”

“Sorry, I’m sorry, I just… I fell asleep.”

“Richie isn’t picking up either, is he with you?”

Eddie sat up in bed, Richie’s side still empty. “No man, he’s doing some radio show thing tonight, he probably doesn’t have his phone on him. Is everything okay?”

“No… not really. I mean yes, everything’s fine technically, but… but Bev…”

“Shit, what happened, is she okay? How’s her vitals?”

“No, no, nothing bad, it’s just… Eddie, it’s go time.”

“Alright listeners, it’s almost time for Richie Trashmouth Tozier to sign off for the night. We’ve got time for one last call.”

Richie drummed his fingers on the table, adjusting his headphones.

“And it sounds like we’ve got Eddie calling in from Newport Beach.” Rocky, the host shot Richie a look, eyebrows raised. “Eddie, what’s your question for Trashmouth?”

“Hey Rich—”

“Is that Eddie Spaghetti I hear? Hey man, what’s up?” A smile overtook Richie’s face quickly at the sound of his fiancé. He was out publicly now, but he hadn’t quite introduced Eddie to the world. They’d talked about it, but Richie was hesitant to drag Eddie out and open into his world.

“Ben’s been trying to get a hold of yo—a hold of us.”

“Ben? What’s handsome Hanscom want with us?” Richie’s heart was racing.

“It’s Bev… babe, it’s go time.”

“Go time? It’s… oh my god it’s time? I didn’t think that was supposed to happen for another few weeks?”

“Her water just broke, they got to the hospital half an hour ago.” The room was silent for a moment. “Rich, this is happening now!”

Richie’s heart still pounded, but his nerves were hidden behind the giant giddy smile he sported.

“Oh my god Eds, it’s happening. I—I’ve just gotta sign off, but I’ll meet you at the hospital in 20?”

“Yeah. I’ve got the bags, I’ll meet you there.”

“I love you, drive safe.” Richie slipped out, missing the obvious shock on Rocky’s face.

“I love you too babe, I’ll see you soon.”

Richie’s expression was half nervous, half ecstatic.

“Well, well, well, Richie, I think before you actually sign off, you have some explaining to do.” Rocky smiled and looked towards Richie knowingly.

He chuckled nervously, a blush rising in his cheeks. “Umm, yeah. Th-that was Eddie. He’s a friend from back home that moved out here because we’re… well, he’s my um… he’s my fiancé.”

“Trashmouth Tozier is gonna be tying the knot? Good for you man, that’s incredible!” Rocky clapped Richie on the back.

“Thanks Rocky, means a lot. But um, I really do have to sign off. Our good friend Bev is in labour, and um… well… we’re gonna be dads!”

“Woah! Dude, what are you still doing here? Go get your man! But you should come back and tell us all about Eddie and all about fatherhood when you’ve settled in a bit. We’d all love to hear how it’s going.”

“Yeah, for sure! Well, thanks for having me on the show Rocky, I’m gonna go have a baby now.”

Rocky chuckled. “You heard it here first folks, Richie Tozier is ditching the Trashmouth to be a daddy.”

Richie ran into the hospital waiting room and immediately stormed the nurses’ station. “Hi, I’m Ri—”

“Richie!” Eddie ran in moments after him, arms full with an overnight bag, nursing pillow, diaper bag and a bouquet for Bev.

“Hey babe, let me grab that.” He took the pillow and diaper bag from his fiancé’s hands and kissed him lightly.

“You both must be here for Beverly. She’s down the hall in 407.”

“Thank you!” Richie called after the nurse as Eddie pulled him towards the room.

They quickly find room 407, and enter to find Bev moaning, gripping Ben tightly as he stroked her hair back and whispered sweet words in her ear. The two stopped dead in the doorway, watching as their friend rode out the contraction.

“Finally, you guys made it.” Ben said as the pained look on Bev’s face melted into a smile with the end of her contraction.

“Fuck both of you, I hope you’re happy with one kid, cause I’m done after this.” Bev hugged both Eddie and Richie, careful that he IV drip didn’t tangle.

“When do they give you the juice?”

“Yeah, you’ve got to be far enough along for the epidural by now.” Eddie walked around to check Bev’s charts, having no clue what any of it actually meant.

“That’s the problem, she’s too far along for a full epidural. They gave her a little something for the pain, but they think it’ll be over before the full thing even takes.”

“Shit, how far along are you?” Richie took Bev’s hand and sat on the edge of her bed.

“Seven and a half centimeters. It all moved way faster than I thought it would.” Beverly rubbed her belly lovingly.

Richie smiled and pressed a kiss to her head. “I’m gonna go grab a coffee, could be a long night.”

His mind wandered as he looked for the cafeteria, back to that first conversation all those years ago.

 July 1993

“I always wondered what it would be like to be pregnant.” Bev pulled her shirt up a little and rubbed her flat tummy. “Bill wants kids… but I don’t think I want them.” She said taking the joint from Richie. The two of them had gotten rather close since she’d started really dating Bill, close in a way that neither of them had ever been with anyone else.

 “I think I want kids. My mom is always going on about how good I am with my baby cousin, and the neighbor’s kids love me.”

 Beverly giggled. “Well I’m sure you’ll find a nice girl to settle down and procreate with.” Richie’s smile faltered. “What?”

 “N-nothing.” He took the joint back and took a long drag from it. “I-it’s just…” He felt Bev’s hand lovingly stroking his back, calming his shuddering breath. “I know I’m a math nerd not a science nerd, but I’m pretty sure you can’t get a dude pregnant.” His cheeks went red as the silence between them increased. “Bev, I’m gay.”

 Richie closed his eyes as he felt Bev’s arms wrap around him. “Rich, you can still have kids if you’re gay.”

 He looked to his friend, tears shining in his eyes. “You think?”

 “Of course.” She bumped him with her shoulder. “I just said I wanted to be pregnant but not a mother. You can turkey baste me if you want, I’ll have your kids.”

 Richie smiled and kissed her cheek. “I love you Bev.”

 “Love you too, Trashmouth.” She rested her head on his shoulder. “So… would I be wrong to say you have a crush on Eddie then?”

 His cheeks heat up. “Don’t wanna talk about it Ringwald.”

 When Richie arrived back at the room, Eddie was waiting outside. “The OB/GYN is in with Bev now, wanted to give them some privacy.”

Richie nodded, pulling Eddie into his side. “You ready for this, spaghetti?”

“Y-yeah.”

Richie’s head spun quickly to stare at his husband to be skeptically. Eddie’s eyes were trained on the ground. “You didn’t even fight me on the name. What’s wrong Eds? Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet.”

“No! No, I’m excited, but… what if I’m not a good dad? What if I can’t give her what she needs? What if I turn out to be just like my mother?”

“Eddie, that’s not gonna happen.”

“But what if it does?”

“It won’t, trust me. You’ll always have your feisty little teenage self, fighting for her on the inside. While your mom was a great lover, she was a real asshole, and I know you remember how shitty that was.”

“Fuck you, the wedding’s off.” Eddie flipped him off, but with a smile.

Richie kissed his cheek tenderly. “I love you too.”

 November 2002

“I can’t go home. I don’t think I can face her.”

 “Eds, chill out. So what, your mom knows you and Myra broke up, not a big deal.” Richie and Eddie had started renting a spacious 2 bedroom apartment in Brooklyn just a few months earlier.

 “But what if she told my mom the reason why we broke up?”

 “Long distance? Eds, a lot of people break up because they can’t handle distance. You got a job in New York, she didn’t want to move down here. That’s not something you’ll get criticized for at Thanksgiving dinner.”

 “We didn’t break up because of distance you fuckwit, we broke up because I’m gay.”

 Richie’s words died on his tongue. “Wait… what?” Eddie slumped onto the couch with his head in his hands. “Eddie, are you serious?”

 Eddie nodded. He just wanted to curl in a ball and die, not have this conversation.

 “Hey man, it’s okay, there’s nothing wrong with that.”

 “Easy for you to say, your parents threw a fucking party for you when you came out. My mother’s going to disown me.”

 “Would that really be such a bad thing?” Eddie looked up and shot Richie a look of fury. “Okay, okay, sorry, that was in bad taste. Look Eds, your mom is an asshole, you don’t need her.”

 “But she’s the only family I’ve got.”

 “Eddie, you know that’s not true. You’ve got the Losers, and you know Maggie and Went love you. And… and you’ve got me.”

 “Thanks Rich.”

 “I’m serious Eds, I’ll always be here. You don’t need her if she won’t accept who you are.”

 “I love you Richie.”

 Richie smiled and pulled Eddie in close. “I love you too Eds.”

 “No, Richie…” He pulled away so he could look at him properly. “I love you.”

Bev’s contractions slowed to a halt, and Richie was grateful for his coffee break as he looked over Ben and Eddie’s sleeping forms.

“Can you believe this is happening?” Bev asked Richie, lacing her fingers with his.

“It’s kinda surreal to tell you the truth. I was thinking about when I came out to you all those years ago, and if you would have told me then what we’re living through right now, I would have laughed in your face.”

She smiled. “I was so head over heels for Bill, I can’t believe I never even looked at Ben.”

“Dude you hit the jackpot. Who knew Ben would be the hot one, I always thought it would be me.” Beverly giggled as she chewed on her bits of ice. “I… Bev, you know I love Ben and all, but is he… god, is he okay with all this?”

 1 Year Earlier

 Richie’s jaw dropped. “Bev… you don’t…”

 Tears sprung to her eyes. “Sweetie, I know I don’t have to, but you want a baby, and I want to help you two.”

 Richie and Eddie had just announced their engagement a few months prior, and had dropped on their friends that they’d started looking into adoption. Beverly couldn’t help but think back to the conversation they’d had all those years earlier.

 “But… but what about you two. I-I can’t help but feel like we’re taking something away from you.”

 “We’ve spent a lot of time talking about this. We decided years ago that we don’t want a family, and we’re very much at peace with that.” Ben put his arm around Bev and continued. “Richie, I know how close you and Beverly are, and when she brought up that she wanted to do this, I knew that this was the right thing to do.”

 “Only if you want to. Think it over; I’d be honored to carry your child, but only if you’re both comfortable with it.”

“He’s more than okay with it Richie. Trust me, he’s really excited for you. I’m really excited for you.” He knew she was telling him the truth. Bev and Ben went crazy helping Richie and Eddie set up a nursery, baby-proofing their house, buying toys and outfits for their new arrival.

“You’re just excited you won’t have to change diapers.”

She giggled. “Shut up.” Her heart monitor sped up as she felt another contraction come on. “Oh fuck, fuck here it is again.”

Richie clammed up, but took her hand like he saw Ben do before, rubbing her shoulder lightly with his free hand. “You got this girl. You’re doing great Ringwald, I love you.”

Beverly giggled, coming away from her contraction, letting her grip on Richie’s hand loosen.

“Ahh, I see daddy finally made it.” Dr. Burke, Bev’s OB/GYN came in with a myriad of supplies.

“Yeah, both of them are here this time! The other one’s passed out unfortunately.” Richie gestured towards Eddie.

“That’s okay. Figured we’d need some of this stuff in another little bit.” The chipper woman smoothed her lab coat after placing some blankets in a hospital-grade bassinette. “Just came to take a little looksee at how mom’s doing.”

Richie sat up beside Bev again, anxiously awaiting Dr. Burke’s verdict.

“Well, all is looking pretty good. You’re just at 10 centimeters; you’ll probably feel ready to push any minute now.”

A shiver ran through Richie. They were so close to holding their baby in their arms. Eddie stirred from where he was asleep in his chair. “Eds, I’m gonna go call my parents real quick, I’ll be right back.”

He nodded, and Richie ducked out of the room.

It only took two rings for Richie’s mom to pick up. “Hey sweetie, is everything okay? It must be what, five in the morning down where you are?”

“Yeah, I know it’s early. I just—Bev’s in labour.”

Maggie gasped, and Richie could hear a muffled “what?” in the background from his father.

“Oh my goodness! How far along is she? Never mind, we’ve got everything packed, we’ll be on the next flight out to California.”

“Rich!” He turned around to see Eddie’s panicked face peering through the doorway. “They’re gonna have her start pushing soon, Bev wants you with her.”

Maggie gasped through the phone again. “Is that Eds? Give him my love, tell him I’ll see him this afternoon. Richie, I’d better let you go, if she’s pushing soon, then it won’t be long now. I’ll call you when we land. We’ll come straight to the hospital.”

Richie chuckled. “Okay, love you mom. Got any last minute tips?”

“No matter how many times the doctor says it, don’t look between her legs. You’ll never look at a vagina the same again.” Richie’s dad pipes up.

“Well it’s a good think I don’t make a habit of looking at vaginas anyways dad, but thanks, I’ll refrain from staring at my best friend pushing my child out of her bits. Love you guys, I’ll see you in a few hours.”

Richie rushed back into the delivery room and took his place beside Bev again.

“How’s grandma and grandpa Tozier?”

“Oh you know, giving me advice that I really didn’t need.” He laughed and patted her hand.

“Went warned you not to look down there, didn’t he.”

“Yup, that’s exactly what he did.”

Bev giggled and laced her fingers with Ben’s.

“Jesus Marsh, never thought I’d see a woman in labour so happy.”

Eddie chimed in, joining Richie at her side. “Drugs finally kicked in, I think she’s a little loopy.”

“Hey, I’m about to push a watermelon out of my body, I think I’m allowed to be a bit loopy.” She huffed out with some difficulty, adjusting her position. “Shit, it’s definitely time.”

Suddenly, it was like the room sprung to action. Dr. Burke’s playful demeanor became slightly more serious as she and the nurses helped prop Bev up into a more comfortable position. Richie was handed a foot, Ben was handed the other, and Eddie took his spot near her head, a damp cloth in hand.

It was all a blur if Richie was being honest. A lot of yelling: words of encouragement from Dr. Burke, sweet nothings from Ben, shouts of effort and pain from Bev. And then suddenly, “Alright, here comes the head!”

Richie’s own curiosity got the better of him, and against his dad’s advice, he looked.

And promptly fainted.

“Richie!” Both Eddie and Bev screamed as they watched him go down. A nurse joined Eddie on the floor, cold towel in hand, helping him up as he was revived.

“Dude, what the fuck!” Eddie felt Richie’s neck, looking for a pulse as he blinked against the bright lights. His face was filled with worry and annoyance, but his tone had no bite to it.

“Why am I on the floor?”

“You’re okay, we see a lot of fathers fainting in the delivery room, nothing we haven’t already dealt with.” The nurse chuckled as she helped Richie up and into a chair, handing him a juice box.

He quickly chugged the juice and motioned to stand back up, but the nurse pushed him down. “It’s probably best you stay seated, just for a few more minutes.”

“B-but, the baby, Bev…”

“Don’t worry, you won’t miss much. The last baby I delivered, mom pushed for a full hour.”

“Jesus.” Richie sat back and swiped a hand over his face, tearing up. “Bev you’re a fucking superstar.”

“Love you too Rich, but I’ll love you more when I get this kid out of me.”

He chuckled, lacing his shaking fingers with Eddie’s.

“Babe, you okay? You went down pretty hard.” Eddie carded his fingers through Richie’s hair with his free hand.

“Don’t I always go down pretty hard?”

“I fucking hate you.” Eddie kissed the crown of his head. “I’m serious, how are you feeling? Do you feel light headed? Do you need something to eat? Does your head hurt?”

“I’m okay. I just saw something that no human being should ever have to see. I think I became more of a feminist today, fuck.” Eddie chuckled. “Dr. Burke, top marks to you and your iron stomach.”

She giggled and gave him a thumbs up.

Eddie took Richie’s spot, taking Bev’s foot in hand, while Richie scooted forward in his chair to take her hand.

It seemed to go on forever, each minute stretched out longer than they’d ever experienced, but before long, a gentle cry was heard from the end of the table.

Bev’s face melted, a cry of relief left her lips as she slumped back against the bed. Richie wanted to support his friend, but couldn’t help but look towards the small screaming human in Dr. Burke’s arms. Once he laid eyes on her, he couldn’t tear them away.

His eyes misted over, and he couldn’t even bother to move his glasses away from his face to wipe them.

“She’s beautiful.” He heard Eddie sigh beside him, his voice sounding watery.

“Would you like to cut the cord?” A nurse pointed a pair of scissors towards the two of them, and Eddie nodded, taking them in hand. Richie’s hands shook as one of his covered both of Eddie’s, and the cord was cut.

Eddie pulled Richie into a tight hug as their daughter was brought away to get cleaned up. “I can’t believe she’s here.”

The nurse hesitated between the two couples before heading over to Eddie and Richie. Richie stepped aside so Eddie could take their daughter first, his hands still shaking ever so slightly.

“Richie, why don’t you pop your shirt off?” Dr. Burke approached him.

“Why doc, you trying to get a piece of this?” The joke was weak, but she laughed anyways.

“Skin to skin contact Richie, so you can properly bond with her.”

“Right, we talked about this at one of Bev’s appointments.” He nodded, pulling his t-shirt over his head. “The tossing a baseball around and letting her eat ice cream for dinner when Papa’s not around doesn’t come till later. See, I remember shit.”

She and Eddie giggled as Eddie passed their baby over to Richie. She was warm in his arms, her small breaths hitting his chest, rustling the tufts of hair there, and she was so, so tiny. For the millionth time that day, Richie was crying.

“Hi there, I’m your daddy. Holy shit you’re so tiny!” His hand covered most of her little back, it was nothing for him to rub the soft, pink skin, worried his rough fingers would hurt her.

Bev was giggling through her tears, and ben snapped photos of the tender moment. “Do you guys have a name for her?”

Eddie nodded. “We talked about it a lot, shockingly the one thing we actually easily agreed on.” Ben thought back to their fight about the nursery colour and chuckled. “We decided on Margaret Hannah Tozier. Maggie for short, after Richie’s mom, and Hannah because it kind of sounded like Hanscom… we wanted as much Marsh and Hanscom in her name as we could.” His voice cracked, seeing Ben tear up. “Ben, I know she’s not yours, but—”

Ben rushed forwards to hug him, cutting Eddie’s speech off. “Thanks man, that means a lot.”

“It’s beautiful.” Bev said as the nurses attended to her.

“We—we were actually hoping you guys would be her godparents.” Eddie asked them meekly.

“Of course, we’d be honored.”

Eventually, the nurses had to take Maggie away from Richie to take her measurements, but he’d made them promise to bring her right back. They all watched as Bev nursed her, whispering sweetly and pushing her beautiful dark hair back.

“Shit, can you believe this?” Eddie sat down beside his fiancé and took his hand. “Who would have thought out of everyone in the Losers club, us and Stan would have babies first?”

“I mean, Stan will always be the most responsible Loser. Even as teenagers I could have told you he’d be the first one to knock someone up on purpose.”

“What do you mean knock someone up on purpose, like plan for a child?” All four of them turned around to see Stan standing in the doorway, gift bag and flowers in hand. “Hey guys!”

“Hey, it’s Stan the Man!” Richie stood up and hugged his first friend, getting choked up at the sight of the little pink bag.

“This is for you guys, well more for the little lady, but she’s stuck relying on you two assholes until she can fend for herself.”

Eddie chuckled, carefully taking the tissue paper out of the bag and showing Richie the adorable little onesie in there.

“Patty knit her some stuff in there too. She’s been knitting sweaters for Sam like crazy, he’s growing like a weed, but I guess that’s what happens when you’re a year and a half old.”

“Aww, thanks dude, this is great.” Eddie clapped him on the back. “You’re officially our first visitor.”

“I knew I would be.”

The group laughed, unfortunately waking Maggie from where she’d fallen asleep against Bev.

“Hold on, I’ve got this great little trick, watch.” Richie stood and whipped off his t-shirt, careening towards the bed.

“Dude, I don’t know what your trick is, but I’m not so sure I want to see it.” Stan said, a smile overtaking his face.

Richie took Maggie in his arms, opening her tight swaddle and put her up to his chest. The feeling of his skin on hers immediately calmed her down.

“Shit, not even Sam was that responsive to skin to skin.”

“Yeah, it’s shocking, but he’s got a gift.” Eddie came up beside Richie and adjusted Maggie’s little hat. “She’s really taken with her daddy.” He stroked her little cheek with his finger, watching her fall asleep against Richie’s chest. Eddie’s eyes were drawn upwards at the sound of a loud sniff from his fiancé. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Richie shook his head, letting his tears fall.

Ben chuckled. “As you can see, Richie just has a lot of feelings.”

“Hey man, it’s been a long day. Trust me, I’ve been there.” Stan smiled, taking a seat beside Bev. “Good to see Richie’s still the emotional one.”

“Dude, let me take her, go blow your nose. You’re gonna get snot all over her.”

“Aaaand Eddie’s still neurotic.” Stan chuckled, shaking his head.

“Fuck man, you’re such a good dad.” Richie handed Maggie over to Eddie and ran to grab a tissue. “I love you so much, I can’t wait to marry you.”

“Can’t wait either dipshit.” Eddie turned to his friends as Richie left for the bathroom. “Oh my god, he’s gonna cry at her kindergarten graduation, isn’t he?”

Stan clapped him on the back. “Couple more months and he’s yours forever.”

“Fuck me.” He replied, sending his friends into a fit of laughter. Truth be told, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Cool, well thanks for sticking around for this complete and utter disaster. Drop a comment or a message or whatever if you liked it, I’d love to hear your thoughts! 

Just to clear a few things up, in my head, Richie was the "donor" because Eddie didn't want to pass on any potential illnesses.

I was also gonna add a line about Ben setting up Maggie and Sam in the future, but it didn't really fit anywhere, BUT it's a cute thought and also Stan and Richie being reluctant fathers of the groom/bride because that would mean they were actual family would kind of be hilarious? Anyways I'm kind of into that idea so stay tuned for a sequel? Drop a comment maybe and tell me if you'd want that?

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Coffee - Naga x reader

Naga x reader Request: would you write a modern au for a naga where the reader works at a little coffee shop and the naga is snarky and sarcastic but one day makes the reader have an accident? Glancing at the clock, you smiled. You only had another 2 hours left of your shift and then you had a full four days off. Do you plan on being at all productive over the next four day? No. But you still couldn’t wait. Ringing through the order for the orc in front of you, you quickly got to work making it in a to-go cup before handing him it. He thanked you and left the café. Your co-worker Sally had went through the back to try sort out some of the stock which was fine because the last few hours were always quiet. And you could call on her if you needed to. You started to clean the coffee machine, knowing it would only need a wipe down at the end of the night when you heard the door open. you turned around, and your heart fell into your stomach. You knew the customer who entered. He came most days and he had a foul mood about him. Especially towards you. he seemed to snap a little more at you than he did the others who worked here. And you couldn’t say why. It wasn’t because you were the newest since that was Mark. It couldn’t be because you had ever got his order wrong since you knew it off the top of your head. You treated him very professionally, unlike William, who would joke about things and take jokes too far. You spent the first few months of this job wondering why he hated you so before coming to the conclusion that he must just not like you. The customer in question was a naga, part human and part snake. His kind were known for being a bit more easier to annoy than humans or orcs. His name was Rask, which you had got when he had left his wallet and you had dropped it through his door from the address on his cards. He never thanked you for doing this, or even acknowledged it. “same as normal?” You smile at him as he came up to the counter. he gave a single nod and you set to work making his coffee. Rask was about 7 foot tall with his tail normally about 3 foot on the floor to hold him up. He had striking red eyes which were more silted than humans. His nose was flatter with the nostrils more like slits again, but his mouth and ears were fairly similar to human features. His hair was jet black and a little longer than most guys you knew, falling about half way down to his shoulders. Like most naga, he wore tops but nothing to cover his tail which was black like his hair. But some sections were red, and the scales seemed to shimmer in the light. If he wasn’t so unkind, you would be willing to admit he was attractive. Pressing the top on the to-go cup, you held it out to him with a smile. He took it and went to a table at the side. Normally, it wasn’t allowed for customers with to-go cups to sit in, but he would normally stay for five minutes before going. One of the customer who were sitting up with back came up to the counter. She was an older woman so when she ordered another two teas, you said you would bring them over. making both of the quickly, you placed them both on the tray before walking out from behind the counter. But you didn’t see Rask had moved his tail out slightly from the table as he had sat down. Not until your foot caught on it and you tripped up. The first thing you felt was pain as you fell to the floor with a loud clatter. Both teapots smashed and the boiling liquid poured out onto your hands. That coupled with the impact of the floor knocked the wind out of you as you took a moment to react. But you weren’t quick enough. “God damn it. Stupid, stupid, idiot girl.” Rask growled as a moved out and away from the spillage. He must have got some of the water sprayed on his tail as well as you tripping over him. your hands and forearms were on fire as tears poured down your cheeks. You raised your hands and sat back on your knees, turing your palms up. You could see the skin was burnt on both hands but your left hand had a few cuts from the broken teapots. Blood was dripping down your hand as it pulsed with pain. “Are you really so stupid that you didn’t-“ Rasks insults were cut off as you let out a sob and pulled your hands against your chest. The two old ladies who had ordered the teas were getting to their feet but you were quicker. You scrambled to your feet, gasping for air as you arms shook, the searing pain making it hard to take a full breath. “[y/n]?” Rasks voice was soft, softer than you had ever heard it before. You saw him reach out a hand to you through your teary eyes but you backed away. Turning on your heel, you fled into the back. ------------time skip -------------- You stood in your kitchen, gently stirring your cup of tea. It had been a week since the accident and you had been given sick leave. Sally had ran to you when she heard the crash but you slipped out the back, heading straight to the hospital. Normally you would have just dealt with a burn on your own, but both your hands were scolded by boiling water along with a few open cuts. No, you needed help. They cleaned and bandaged you up, giving you cream for the burns. They said your hands would be sensitive and sore for a few weeks but should heal up nicely. Sally, who had been texting you consistent, stayed the first few days so she could help you. but once you were able to do most things by yourself, she returned to work. Your boss had given you 3-4 weeks sick leave, but you were pretty sure you could go back by the 3 week stage. Your phone buzzed and you picked it up, seeing it was the café. “Hello?” You answered, popping it on loud speaker as you sipped your coffee. “You gotta come back.” William laughed over the phone and you heard a few voices in the background. It was about closing time so they were probably finished. “Why?” you ask, knowing they wouldn’t ask you back before you were ready. “You know that naga? The one with the black hair?” Sally asks, obviously having pulled the phone away from William. “Yeah.” Your interest peaked. “hes been in every day since then, asking where you are. And, well, William here was winding him up. Said you quit and you weren’t ever coming back because of what he had said to you.” Sally said and you froze. The two older women had told Sally what he had said when you left, tsking as they did so. You knew William and Mark were livid when they had heard about it but you had reminded them he might have been hurt too. “And today he asked for your number!” William called over Sallys shoulder and you heard a ‘oft’, meaning she elbowed him in the stomach. “Wait, what?” You gasp, unable to believe what they were saying. “Yeah, he wants to talk to you. I think he feels bad or something.” Sally tells you, her voice giving away that she was probably bouncing up and down like a school girl. She was the only one you had entrusted your small crush on Rask to and then she told everyone else. “You didn’t give it, did you?” You ask, prepared to pull out the ‘employee confidentiality’ hand if needed. “No, I said I couldn’t give him it without your consent. But he left his number.” She said and you heard a rustle of paper. “Give me a minute.” You sign as you open your keypad on your phone before signalling for her to read you the number. Once you had it, you saved it under his name. “You gotta call me and tell me what he says!” Sally demanded and you rolled your eyes. “Hes probably just going to apologies. Don’t read too much into it.” You couldn’t help but smile to yourself. You quickly say your goodbyes before hanging up. You don’t know how long you stood, staring at his number. What would you say? What if he didn’t know your name and you had to introduce yourself as the idiot girl from the café? What if he didn’t answer? Would you leave a message? eventually, you shook your head, mumbled ‘fuck it’, and pressed call. you expected it to ring out and then you could relax, but after 2 rings, it was picked up. “Hello?” The voice belonging to Rask answered. “Hi, its [y/n], from the-“ You were about to say the name of the café when he cut you off. “yes, yes, [y/n].” He said, but not in an impatient way or trying to get you to speed up. He breathed your name like he had down when he realised you were hurt. “Sally said you wanted to talk to me?” You try to move the conversation on, unsure why your heart was hammering in your chest. “yes, yes, yes.” He stuttered over himself. You had never heard him speak like this. “I wanted to give my apologies for what happened that day. I didn’t mean what was said. And I am sorry for tripping you up.“ “Its okay. Thank you. I really appreciate it. And Im sorry if I got anything on you.” You smile, touched by his sincere apology. “Would you- Could I take you out for coffee or something?” Rask suddenly said, the words tumbling quickly from his mouth. “Oh, um, listen. William was just –“ You were about to say ‘pulling your leg’ but quickly changed it. “Messing about when he said I quit. Ive got sickness leave for my hands to heal. You don’t have to-“ “I want to. Please?” Rask said and you felt your knees going weak. How could you refuse. “Okay. Uh, how about tomorrow?” You ask, unable to stop the smile on your lips. “Yes, do you know the Coffee Bean? On Crown Street?” He asks. “You go to another coffee shop? Im hurt.” You laugh, trying to break the tension. It seemed to work as you heard him chuckle on the other end. You had never heard him laugh. Or even seen him give a genuine smile. You resolved to rectify that tomorrow. -----time skip ------------ He agreed to meet you at 3pm, since he would be finished his work before then. You stood outside the shop with your hands in your pockets. It was a cold day and even with your bandaged hands, you felt the chill. you glanced to the side and saw Rask coming round the corner. When you met his gaze, you smiled at him. He nodded gently as he approached. You wondered how he must deal with the coldness in his tail but you weren’t going to ask. He was wearing his normal suite with a scarf around his neck which you had only seen him wear a handful of times. “Good afternoon.” You smiled. “Im not a customer. You don’t have to greet me like that.” He hissed, making you jump a little. When he saw your reaction, he ducked his head. You felt your heart break a little. You thought this was going to be a nice afternoon, perhaps you could even get to know him. But apparently you were wrong. However, he was right. He wasn’t a customer. So you didn’t have to worry about talking back to him. “I know that. Would you prefer I say nothing at all?” You ask, raising an eyebrow at him. your response made him look up at you again and you saw a smirk pull on his thin lips. “Preferably not.” He said before signalling for you to go inside. it was easer if you went in front of him because of his tail. “What would you like?” He asked you as you both look up at the board. “Um, a hot chocolate would be nice.” You look to him for approval and he nods. “You should find us a seat.” He directs and you look around the nearly empty café. “Hmm, I don’t know. I cant see any.” You look back at Rask, faking a concerned look. His eyes dart around the place, obviously confused by your comments before he catches on and chuckles a little. smiling, you were glad you got your goal out of the way as you made your way over to a little booth in the back. it was by the small fire which was lit so you hoped it would keep you both warm. It definitely felt strange seeing him outside of work. It was like seeing a co-worker who you never see outside work. You pulled off your coat and draped it over the chair before walking closer to the fire. Glancing over your shoulder, you saw Rask approaching with a tray which he placed on the table. He set your hot chocolate on one side and his coffee on the other before sliding into the seat. You returned to the table and slid into your own, reaching out for the cup when you heard a hiss. Jumping, you looked up and saw Rask was staring at your bandaged hands. Well, they weren’t completely bandaged. Your forearm up to your fingers were completely bandaged. Both your thumbs were as were several of your other fingers. “What?” You ask, confused by his reaction. “You shouldn’t be picking anything up.” He snaps, and suddenly you could see the distress in his eyes. He looked panicked. “Its fine. They have to stay bandaged to avoid infection. They are actually mending really well.” You smile, reaching and picking up the cup to take a sip. “The first few days were bad but Sally came and helped me. Now its just a waiting game.” Upon seeing you were fine, he takes a sip of his coffee. “How is it?” You ask, nodding to his cup. “alright. Not as good as you make it.” He grumbles, frowning a little but taking another sip nonetheless. You couldn’t help but smile at his comment. “I think that’s the first compliment you’ve ever give me.” You smile, raising an eyebrow at him. “Don’t let it go to your head.” He quips back, making you laugh. As you and Rask settled into your seats, you found it rather easy to speak to him. He was smart and liked classical literate. You both spoke of your favourite authors and Rask seemed impressed by your knowledge and favourite books and after a few deep conversations about the meaning because scenes and the complex characters, you realised it was dark out. But you didn’t mind, and neither did Rask as he offered you another drink. You pointed out the café would probably close soon since it was late. You had always had problems reading Rasks emotions, but now you could swear he seemed dishearten by your rejection of his offer. So you decided to counter it. “Do you want to come back to mine? I’ll make you a proper coffee?” you ask with a smirk as you eye his half drunk coffee. you saw the confusion in his eyes as he stared at you, but he nodded. The two of you left the café and you lead the way back to your place. You fumbled with your keys so Rask took them gently from your hand and unlocked your front door, motioning for you to step inside first. He really was a gentleman. You made him his coffee and the two of you sat on your sofa, continuing to talk about literature as well as moving onto favourite films. You ended up sitting rather close, his tail ending up lying around your feet and your thigh against the top of his tail. everything was going lovely until a beeping noise came from his breast pockets of his suite. He dug it out, muttering something about work and answered the call. From what you could make out, they needed him to come for a meeting about new contract that had to be signed right away. You could tell from the way his eyes flicked to you and how his tail felt like it tensed that he didn’t want to leave, but his work insisted it was urgent. He hung up and pushed himself off the sofa. “Im sorry.” He mumbled, ducking his head as if he were embarrassed or annoyed. “Its okay. Ive been called in last minute as well.” You shrug, showing that you didn’t take offence to him having to run quickly. he looked at you, and you swore you could see sadness in his eyes as he turned towards to the door. “Rask?” You asked, following him to the door. But he turned quicker than you expected and you nearly bumped into him. You lost your footing on his tail and stumbled. The fear of the pain as you hit the floor verse the pain if you used your hands to catch yourself seemed equally unappealing. But you didn’t need to worry. Arms wrapped around you and Rask caught you before you fell, pulling you against his chest. You let out a small squeeze of surprised as you looked up and seeing he was staring down at you, wide eyed. his eyes darted to your lips, but then back to your eyes as he seemed to be in some sort of inner conflict with himself. he ducked his head down, stopping millimetres from your lips as if testing the water. Or waiting for you. You close the distance, pressing your lips to his. his lips were soft and cold to touch, but pleasant enough. He moved his lips against you’re the second he realised you had kissed him back. His kiss reflect him to a t. mature and cold but with hints of passion and desire. You felt his whole shake as he pulled you closer, like he couldn’t stand another moment without you against him. You rested your hands on his chest, feeling how his heart hammered beneath his skin. Eventually, it was too much as you had to break the kiss for air. “I always thought you didn’t like me.” You breathe as he pulls back from the kiss. “I wouldn’t try see you every day if I didn’t like you.” Rask hissed, his voice low and sending a shiver down your spin. “im glad you come to see me.” You smile, and you feel Rask relax. You didn’t even notice he had been so tense but apparently waiting to see your reaction was killing him. He leaned in, gently pressing his lips against your own in a more soothing kiss that seemed less controlled and stiff. This time, you allowed your lips to move against his with no questions, simply enjoying the feeling and sensation. Until his phone buzzed again. Rask growled into the kiss, pulling himself back to grab the phone out his coat and answering the call which was again from his work. “Im just coming.” He half snarled down the line, the person on the other end telling him to hurry up before hanging up. He huffed through his nose and shoved the phone back in to his pocket. “Since you’ve been having some bother with William, you could always come here tomorrow for your coffee?” You suggested, tilting your head to the side as you always let out a giggle at the way his snapped to meet your own. He nodded quickly, a full three times. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him agree to something so eagerly. You lean up and press a quick kiss to his lips, almost hating that he had to leave right this second. You could easily get used to feeling his arms around you and his tail coiled around your feet. but he had to leave, and Rask seemed just as annoyed about that fact as you did. he opened your door and you held it open, waving him goodbye to him before retreating back into your warm house. you felt like you were walking on air or clouds as you drifted back to the living room. You fell back into your couch, grabbing your phone and about to call Sally and gush over the best kiss you had had in your life only for something to catch your eye from the side. Rasks scarf. You bit your lip as you opened a message to send to him. “Did you leave your scarf here by accident or on purpose so you have to come back tonight?” You send. You see it was read almost straight away and your phone pinged with the response. “And if it was a bit of both?” He replied. “Then message me when your 5 minutes away and I’ll have a coffee ready for you when you get here. Enjoy your meeting.” You reply. then you open your call log and call Sally, putting her on loud speaker so you could tidy up while you gushed to Sally over your news. Not an hour later, you got a message from Rask, saying he was just on your street. This would be an interesting night and you might both need coffee.

[shhh-no-ones-home]

give what it takes* 1/2 Remington leith x reader

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hello i still hate writing for actual people but ya girls gotta do what ya girls gotta do, i love palaye and ive been like super obsessed with them again lately cause im seeing them in may and just bought their palette and cant stop thinking about it so ya know here it is #noshame #someshame

* - smut, mentions of sex, mention of kinks, thigh riding, etc. Read at your own risk

song: get some by ghosted

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the concert ended but the party didnt. i was lucky enough to be on tour with palaye but still had work to do when the shows were over. it was a week we had stops that were close enough together to stay at an air b&b for the night, which was nice since i could finally sit down and get things done. we had all went back to the house after the concert to get cleaned up, the boys being extremely sweaty from the stage lights and high energy performance. i sat at the island typing as they all ran around getting ready for the night ahead of them. i sat quietly as they conversed with their girlfriends who were visiting for the weekend.

i looked up when remington threw himself into the bar stool across the counter from me. he smiled at me before picking up one of the apples from the bowl on the counter and tossing it in the air. he took a large bite out of it as emerson walked out into the kitchen/living room.

"you going with us tonight?"

i looked down at my laptop to scan my work before looking back at him.

"i dont think so, its already eleven and ive got too much work to do tonight."

he frowned at me before gesturing to remington.

"you coming?"

rem looked at me and i peered at him over my laptop.

"ya know what, why dont you guys go ahead, ill stay here and help y/n."

i looked up completely, shock written on my features.

"you dont have to do that rem, you should go and have fun."

his 'girlfriend' walked up to his side and played with his hair.

"yeah remi, come have fun with us, she doesnt need your help to do her job."

she peered at me and i sent her a stern glare.

he rubbed her back.

"why dont you go hang out with them, ill be right here when you get back."

she leaned down and kissed him and led the way for them all to leave. when the door was closed me and remi were the only two left in the house. he tapped the counter as i went back to typing.

"so, its been a while since we were alone together."

i looked up at him.

"yep."

i went back to typing.

"whatcha doin over there?"

"fixing lighting."

"whats wrong with the lighting?"

i looked up at him and raised an eyebrow.

"the yellows and greens where washing Emerson out the whole show. i have to fix the positioning on my renderings for the next venue."

he nodded and made an o with his mouth. i went back to typing.

"is there anything else you have to fix?"

i looked up at him.

"a couple things."

"like?"

i sighed.

"remington if you keep asking me questions im not gonna get anything done."

i laughed lightly and he smiled at me, throwing his hands in the air in defeat.

"okay, okay, if you want help with anything let me know, im gonna go chill on the couch."

he motioned behind him and i nodded before getting back to work.

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i sighed and stretched, i had been sitting on this bar stool for almost two hours. none of the group had showed back up yet and remington was still sitting on the couch scrolling through his phone. i closed my laptop as i heard him laugh out loud at something he saw on his feed. i rolled my eyes before standing and shaking out my legs.

"god, i feel like ive been curled over forever."

he turned to look at me as i made my way to the couch, sitting on the arm rest next to him. he slid down the settings on his phone to look at the time more clearly.

"well, in all fairness you have been sitting on your computer for over two hours, its one."

i groaned.

"yeah, im surprised no ones back yet."

he stretched and clasped his hands together behind his head, lengthening his body.

"im not, when the boys drink, the boys drink."

he laughed and i just shook my head.

"whatever."

he nudged my leg with his elbow.

"do you wanna do something now that your work is done?"

i shrugged and let my legs fall on either side of the arm rest.

"what did you have in mind?"

i looked down at him, seeing him quickly opening youtube then shoving his phone in my face.,

"look at this."

i leaned back a little before taking it and watching the video. i looked at remington funny.

"really?"

he shrugged.

"what?"

i turned the phone around to show him.

"boy out here on the weird side of youtube."

he laughed and took the phone back.

"i mean you didnt have to take it."

i rolled my eyes.

"yeah but i was curious."

he raised an eyebrow and smirked at me.

"arent we all."

i winked at him.

"you know it."

he leaned toward me and rested his arm on my thigh, smacking my knee with his hand. i shifted.

"what?"

i shook my head.

"nothing."

he tapped my my knee with his fingers like he was playing a keyboard. i watched his hand intently before looking back at him staring at me. he raised an eyebrow.

"okay maybe im just a little touch starved."

i ran a hand through my hair and looked away from him. he scooted closer to me.

"touch starved?"

i looked back at him and nodded slowly. he locked eyes with me and squeezed my lower thigh.

"are you okay?"

i shrugged.

"i just dont touch people or let people touch me and thats one of the leading reasons im depressed and sick all the time. like adult humans need affection and hugs and kisses and things like that but i cut myself off so i dont really get the things that my brain needs to be happy."

i looked ahead of me, i didnt care to see his pity ridden face. suddenly he moved and hugged me tightly from the side, his left ear pressed to my right arm.

"do you feel better yet?"

i laughed.

"yes rem, definitely."

i ruffled his hair lightly with my left hand and he looked up at me but didnt remove his arms from my body.

"liar."

i slouched into him.

"okay, its not like you can fix it right away."

he loosened his grip a little before kneeling next to me on the couch and squishing my face in his hands.

"what else would you want me to try?"

i shrugged.

"did you ever used to try things to feel better? like find one person to hug everyday or something?"

i laughed and he let go of my face. i just shook my head,

"what?"

i looked at him knowingly.

"sex. i used to have sex."

his face went straight.

"sex."

i nodded.

"yeah, i used to have sex to make myself feel better, it was intimate and 'affectionate' touching for at least a night. in case you haven't noticed though i havent been with anyone since we started plans for tour months ago so yeah theres nothing i can really do about that."

he sat back on his knees defeated.

"i guess you couldnt masturbate either cause thats still not another person touching you, that you touching yourself."

he looked at me with a straight face before we both laughed. he laid back on the couch, his feet pushed up against the arm rest i was sitting on. he rested one hand behind his head and the other on his stomach.

"so, did you just find random dudes or?"

i sent him a look.

"really, thats what your worried about right now?"

he shrugged.

"i figured it was a ligther topic i dont know."

i just shook my head.

"no they werent just random dudes, you gotta have a connection first ya know. they were people that i had hung out with before, kind of close but not enough for them to care if we slept together and then didnt talk for a little while ya know. it was always easier that way cause i knew who wanted a screw and who wanted more depending on the mood i was in."

he raised a brow.

"particular people for particular kinks or turn ons?"

i smiled at him.

"yeah sometimes."

"like?"

"like people or like turn ons and kinks?"

"turn ons and kinks, i couldnt care less about the people."

i laughed at the face he made.

"what you want a reference?"

"just trying to see what kind of person youre hiding under that hard exterior."

i raised a brow and smirked at him.

"okay, well for starters id say soft touches."

he laughed.

"wow, soft touches?"

"dont laugh, its a turn on, start light and build up ya know."

"youre right, continue."

"neck fetish, not just like i like necks im talking like hickeys and kissing and licking, weird vampire shit ya know."

"amen to that."

i laughed at him.

"thigh riding-"

"im sorry what?"

"thigh riding?"

"yeah what the hell kinda?"

i lifted my foot up on the couch so it wasnt dangling in front of it anymore.

"its where you are on someones lap or like knelt over one of their thighs while their sitting down and grind yourself on them to get off. i guess in my instance making out with someone while they touch me, but while thats happening im riding their thigh.? "

"that sounds like itd be an  experience."

i looked at him with a sly smile.

"oh it is."

there was a pause.

"can you show me?"

if i was drinking i would have spat all over the place.

"you what?"

"can you should me? i mean your on the arm of the chair, you could do it on that right?"

i laughed.

"do you know how wet that would make someone? the couch would be near ruined."

i laughed.

"so do it on me."

i stopped and looked at him, he was staring up at me with a very serious face.

"You're joking right?"

"What's wrong with two friends hooking up?"

I shrugged.

"I don't know how about the fact that you kinda have a girlfriend."

"Oh come on no one here even likes her, not even me, and we're not really dating she's just like around."

I rolled my eyes.

"Tell her that."

"I'm telling you that, now get over here and show what the heck thigh riding is."

[sailorshadzter]

so over the last few days ive seen posts about sansa and the kidnapping plot with cersei. these particular posts have struck me with inspiration because i love a good plot twist like this. SO i decided to write it. 

this is a two part mini fic, part 2 will probably come soon! (probably today lmao)

anyways

i credit @athimbleful &

@sepedarodatiga both who had posted about this theory and got me REALLY excited. hopefully you guys all enjoy part 1 of this :)

She had been waiting for this moment for weeks.

Standing there on the battlements, Sansa watched as Jon and company arrived, reminding her much of the day years ago when Robert Baratheon had come to Winterfell. Only this time... There were dragons. As they flew overhead, she could not stop the cold sense of dread that settled into the pit of her stomach, knowing these dragons were supposed to be their saviors... But they would be the North's end. Sansa turned and crossed the battlement, her eyes never once straying from the sight of those two dragons, wondering if all was to be lost. These dragons, they'd eat them out of house and home. Not to mention the thousands of soldiers marching their way into Wintertown and down to Winterfell. The long line of them seemed endless. Sansa shuddered, a sudden chill racing the length of her spine as she turned back to face front.

And then she saw them.

It was Jon and with him a woman she knew had to be Daenerys Targaryen. They were far but even from such a distance her silver hair was unmistakable. Swallowing down her fears, Sansa made her way down from the battlements, back down towards the courtyard where already people had begun to gather. Arya and Brienne already stood across the way, an odd looking pair to say the least, but the sight of them gave her courage. Bran was missing, but she wasn't surprised he'd not come down to greet this Dragon queen and her army. He said he had to speak with Jon and while it had seemed important, he had not spoken of the details. She had begun to grow accustomed to her changed siblings- both Arya and Bran were far from the people she recalled from childhood. Though, she supposed they must have thought the same of her. She took a single step forward, preparing herself to join Arya and Brienne, but the gates suddenly opened and it was Jon alone on his horse, not a soul with him as he rode through.

Sansa felt her heart turnover, her breath catching in her throat as Jon slid down from his horse, his eyes only on her. He crossed the courtyard in several strides, taking her into his arms before everyone there. He was warm and solid, the feeling of his arms around her like that of a perfect dream. "Trust in me." Was all he whispered, his breath warm against the shell of her ear as her eyes raised, seeing the silver-haired woman as she approached, her horse left behind somewhere else. Another man walked beside her, a man she did not recognize, but Sansa could see he would not stray from her side.

Jon released her a moment later, stepping back as Daenerys stepped up before them, a smile twitching on her lips. For a moment, Sansa was awestruck by the queen's beauty- her violet eyes were like that of a spring bloom, her skin pale and probably soft to the touch. But then she caught herself, remembering who she was and what was happening, and Sansa looked down at her from where she stood. "Winterfell is yours, your grace," she said by way of a greeting, her words an echo of those her own father had spoken to Robert Baratheon so long ago. The dragon queen smiled again, exchanging pleasantries for only a moment longer before Sansa bid a serving man to her side, indicating for him to show the queen to the rooms she'd had prepared for her.

The moment the queen had disappeared through the doors leading inside, Arya had pounced, and for the first time since their own reunion Sansa saw a piece of the little sister she'd once had. Sansa watched as they embraced, Jon's smile as true as she had always thought it would be. A moment later Jon was turning back to her, his dark eyes finding her own, and Sansa's heart skipped a beat. She had so much to tell him... So very much she wasn't even sure where to begin. "Jon... I-"

"I should see that she's settled properly." Jon suddenly spoke, looking towards the doors that Daenerys had just disappeared through. Sansa blinked but her face did not betray her and she merely nodded, saying she understood. She watched him go, that sinking feeling returning as she absently put a hand to her abdomen, wondering what he would say when she told him the truth.

[ x x x ]

He hated hearing her say those words.

Winterfell is yours, your grace. Sansa's words echoed through his mind, over and over again, every time like a knife to his gut. They had worked so hard to gain Winterfell back and now, just like that, it belonged to someone else. He knew it must have killed her to say such a thing to anyone, let alone this foreign queen he'd brought with him. He knew what it must have looked like to anyone- him riding into Winterfell beside the beautiful dragon queen- but this was how it had to be. No matter what happened, he had to ensure everyone around him believed his motives just as much as Daenerys herself did. Soon... Soon he would tell Sansa the truth. But for now, even her he would have to keep in the dark.

He did as he said, making his way to Daenerys' rooms to ensure she would be comfortable there; to his shock, he found her lodged in the Lord's chambers, Sansa's own chambers. The same ones he'd given to her months before when they had won the battle against Ramsay Bolton. First her home, now her own rooms? Knocking on the door, Daenerys opened it with a smile, her picture-like features glowing with renewed warmth. "Jon," she greeted, allowing him entrance, shutting the door behind him. She had shed her warm, white jacket and blood red gloves, both thrown over the back of the chair closest to the fire. "Your sister seems..." She trailed off, as if trying to find the right word to say without causing offense. "Well, she's quite beautiful." Daenerys finally recovered, chuckling softly. "Though it would seem she was not happy to welcome me to Winterfell." She returned to the chair she'd clearly been sitting in before his arrival, her long silver hair falling across one shoulder as she leaned over to begin unlacing her boots.

"You'll have to forgive her, she's only just got Winterfell back. It must pain her to offer her home to someone else, queen or no queen." Jon stepped further into the room, closer to the fire that brought him no warmth at all. He found he wanted nothing more than to return to Sansa. Jon knew he'd upset her out in the courtyard, leaving her so quickly... But all of this... It was for her. "I just wanted to ensure you were comfortable." Daenerys raised her head to look at him then, perhaps taken by surprise, but then her features softened and she nodded.

They made small talk for just a few more minutes before Jon excused himself, heading down the corridors towards the Great Hall. Inside he found a single servant who jumped at the sight of him, offering a quick bow, stumbling over a greeting. "What room is Lady Stark housed in now?" The man replied that it was her old childhood rooms to which Jon thanked him and left, this time his feet carrying him towards the chambers he'd not visited since their childhood days.

Knocking on her door, he heard her shuffling behind it before she opened it, her smile at once brightening her face. "Jon." She greeted as she stepped back, allowing him entrance, the door closing behind them. Without a word, Jon took her back into his arms, holding onto her for far longer than he'd dared to do out in the courtyard. For a split second she stiffened, but then he felt her yield to his embrace, sinking against his chest as her own arms came around his waist. "I missed you." Her voice was muffled against his shoulder and Jon drew back then, holding her at arms length, unwilling to completely release her from his grasp. It was as if she'd grown more beautiful in these weeks since he'd left, a glow about her he'd never truly noticed before. He attributed it to her becoming healthy again, beginning to rise above everything that had happened to her. What else could it be, after all?

"I've missed you," he replied, giving her another quick squeeze before finally letting go, though he felt the cold the moment she'd gone from his arms. "You must tell me everything that's happened while I've been away." Their correspondence had been slim, only a few quick and simple coded messages that hadn't given him much information. He took her by the hands, leading her towards her bed, both of them settling themselves upon the edge beside one another. Jon didn't let go of her hands, he couldn't, he had to still yet feel her soft skin against his. "You didn't have to give her your rooms, you know." Jon said softly, gesturing about the room they sat in, his hand returning to sit upon her leg. "She could have stayed here, you didn't have to give her yours."

Sansa smiled, shaking her head. "You remember, father always gave his rooms to a visitor. It was the right thing to do." She slipped her other free hand into place over his, still settled there upon her thigh. Tell him, she thought, tell him while you've got the chance! She opened her mouth as if she meant to speak but there came a knock on her chamber door and at once Jon jumped up, the door opening only a second later.

"Lady Stark... My lord, a rider... At the gate." The chamberlain said, looking from one to the other, not quite noticing the awkward look on either of their faces. "He says he's Jaime Lannister." Sansa was on her feet then, her blue eyes wide as she nodded, striding past Jon who followed after her, both of them making their way back down towards the courtyard. All she could think was later... I'll tell him later. A silent promise to herself and to the life she carried within her.

[ x x x ]

So much had happened in these last few days, Sansa could scarcely wrap her mind around it.

Jaime Lannister had indeed showed up at their gates and pledged his life to her, to House Stark, and to the fight for the living. Though most would have distrusted him, Sansa accepted his vow and gave hers back, thus welcoming him into Winterfell. After living the life she had these last few years, she'd learned to trust almost no one, but something about Jaime Lannister had felt... Honest. Had felt right. And Brienne had spoken to his true skill as a swordsman and she supposed if nothing else they would be glad to have him on their side in the fight against the Night King.

The Night King... The very thought of him sent shivers down her spine. As the days grew colder, she knew the final battle was coming. This would be a fight between the living and the dead and if they lost... No, she couldn't think that way. Jon wouldn't lose. She walked through the courtyard as she did every morning, surveying the smiths as they forged weapons made from the dragonglass Jon and Daenerys had brought. She stopped for a moment to exchange words with Gendry, who's easy going smile calmed her, his dark eyes a mirror of the father he'd never got to know. It was well known who Gendry's father had been, the one time King Robert Baratheon, the only living bastard of his reign. Though he didn't know who his mother was, there were some who said it was a peasant girl, conceived back during his days as a soldier. She felt sad for him, for he'd known no parent at all.

Taking her leave from Gendry, she made her way further down the line, stopping only when she caught sight of that silver-hair reflecting the cold, winter sun. Daenerys was walking along the outer edge of the courtyard with Jon and she was surprised to see the dragon queen leaning on his arm, head tilted in as she listened to Jon speak. Sansa felt her stomach sink, her cheeks growing warm as she watched them go, looking quite like lovers sneaking off to be alone. It was like a gut punch, the breath stolen from her very lungs. For a long moment she stood there, completely and utterly frozen, unable to look away as they continued on, her heart fluttering fast within her chest.

"Lady Stark?"

She nearly lept from her skin, turning so fast she nearly stumbled and the man before her caught her elbow, righting her stance. "Forgive me, my lady." Jaime Lannister stood before her then, his eyes finding hers, perhaps taking note of the wild look to her own, but not mentioning it. "I didn't mean to startle you." He watched as her features changed and suddenly she was Lady Stark again, not the young girl he'd just interrupted, a young woman forced to partake in a dark and gloomy world. "I came to speak to you of something." He had held his tongue these first few days at Winterfell, knowing this alliance with the dragon queen was vital to their war against the Night King, but... He had pledged himself to this young woman and her house. He owed her the truth and the knowledge he had of all he'd witnessed Daenerys Targaryen do. "Might we walk?" He offered her his arm then and she took it, allowing him to lead her, all the while beginning the long conversation they would have to have.

[ x x x ]

She tried to tell herself it didn't matter. Jon didn't owe her anything, after all. It was true... They had slept together that night before he left for Dragonstone. She had wanted it as much as he had, so she didn't blame him for the aftermath, she knew as well as any woman what coupling could lead to. How she'd gone this long without conceiving a child had convinced her she was barren- had Ramsay not beat her for thinking so, too? Besides... There were ways of handling an unwanted child. She and Jon were half-siblings, perhaps a child of theirs was an abomination... She reasoned with herself, citing Joffrey as reason enough to believe siblings should never create a child. But then again... Myrcella and Tommen had been normal enough, hadn't they?

Needing time alone, Sansa found herself climbing the old, crumbling steps up to the broken tower which years ago, Bran had fallen from. Or been pushed... Sometimes she wasn't certain which it had been. But, this place felt like the only place she'd not be disturbed, the only place she could sit and think without someone saying Lady Stark. And it was here, only here, that she sank into an old dusty chair and began to cry. Heartfelt sobs that caught in her throat, her shoulders shaking as she curved into herself, wishing with all of her might that this could be easy. But life had proven to her time and time again that nothing was ever easy. And yet... This was more painful than she'd ever thought heartbreak could be.

It was a short time later, hours perhaps, she had lost track of time, when she finally knew all of her tears had been shed. Rising up from the chair, she wiped her face dry and crossed the room to stand at the window, fingertips tracing the old, broken stones. "Sansa!" She turned at the sound of his voice, her eyes taking in the sight of him in the doorway, his worry evident as he crossed the room in three great strides to take her into his arms. "I've been looking everywhere for you!" His tone was full of relief, his grip warm and strong, but Sansa pulled away and turned back to look out the window, unable to look at him. "Sansa...?" Now his tone had changed, surprised, perhaps even hurt. She knew what his face must have looked like, those dark eyes widening slightly, his jaw tight. "What's wrong?"

Everything. The word was on the tip of her tongue, so close she almost said it. "Have you asked her about the Battle of the Goldroad?" She said instead, whirling back around to face him, watching as his face screwed up as it always did when he was thinking about what was said to him. It was endearing. She hated herself for thinking so. "Has Samwell asked about his father? His brother?" Jon was understanding then, slowly, but he was. "She burned them, Jon. Your lover queen has burned them alive. And all the supplies the Lannister army was taking back to King's Landing. All the food, grain, all of the supplies she could have sent North to feed her army and ours. Your queen has doomed us to starvation." By the time she finished ranting, she was breathless, chest heaving as she made to rush past him, but Jon caught her by the arm, forcing her back.

His dark eyes were like a raging storm, his mouth a permanent frown as he fought to find the words to say to her. "I... No," he finally admitted, shaking his head as all of the fight went out of him. "I didn't know." He thought of his friend, Sam, and how he would have to know the fate of his family. He thought of the North, already locked into a long winter, now with thousands of soliders to feed. He thought of the dragons that had come with them, dragons that would know no difference between livestock or children, that would eat what should have been theirs. This was why he did not deserve a crown, a title of any kind. He knew nothing of ruling beyond pretty speeches and wielding a sword. But this girl before him... She knew it better than him. Her blue eyes were dark with grief, red rimmed and swollen, telling him she'd been crying up here. Now he understood why she'd been hiding. She took her role as Lady of Winterfell seriously and she'd not wanted anyone to see her in such a state. "Sansa... I know you don't want to hear this, but we need her. No matter what she's done, we needed her dragonglass, her alliance."

Sansa laughed, pulling back again, shaking her head. "Of course you would say that." Her tone was dark, a tone he'd never heard her use before. Now he was recalling the other words she'd said only moments before, lost to him when he'd heard of the Tarly's death. Your lover queen, she had called Daenerys, reminding him that he had never told her the truth. He supposed in some ways, this was good, because it meant no one suspected a thing from him. But seeing her there looking like that, he knew he had to tell her the truth. He opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off as she spoke two simple, but life changing words. "I'm pregnant."

For a moment the world seemed to stop spinning. Jon blinked, faltering as he gazed back at her, not quite seeing her. "Pregnant...?" He parroted back, recalling the night they'd spent together before he had left for Dragonstone. At once the world began to spin again and Jon could not stop himself from drawing her back into his arms again. She struggled against him for a few moments, but then she ceased, clinging to the front of his tunic as she sagged against him. It was as if the weight of the world had finally lifted from her shoulders. "I'm sorry, Sansa," he whispered against the crown of her head, one hand stroking her long, vibrant hair, the other around her waist pressed into the small of her back. "I'm sorry," he murmured again, knowing in some ways he had failed her. He had coupled with her that night without thinking of what could happen, led by his feelings for her, and then had gone off to Dragonstone to forge an alliance with Daenerys. He'd never thought doing such a thing would mean what it meant for him, pretending to fall for her, sharing her bed all so she would help him help the North. Though he could argue he had done it all for her, Jon knew he owed her more than that. More than it's all for you. Besides, he owed her the truth of what Bran had just told him hours before.

And so he opened his mouth and began to talk.

He talked for what could have been hours- long enough that the afternoon sun had begun to sink and cast the old tower into darkness. He had settled himself into the old chair, pulling her onto his lap while they talked. For the first time since his return, they could talk without worry of being discovered, without their important roles hanging over their heads. They could just be them- Jon and Sansa, not King in the North or Lady of Winterfell. Jon knew now he had a much bigger reason to fight the Night King, he had more than just a home to fight for. He had a child. He had a true love. Jon knew, without a doubt, there was nothing he wouldn't do for this woman tucked into his arms, her red hair a waterfall over her shoulder as she leaned her head on his. He did not deserve such a perfect woman.

It was a few minutes into the silence that had fallen after he'd finished speaking and Jon felt her raise her head from his shoulder to face him. Over her shoulder he could see the sunset sky, crimson and gold streaking across the blue as the sun sank beneath the horizon. He had always thought of her at the sunset. "I love you, Sansa." He spoke simply, knowing those words were the truth of his heart. Reaching out, he put his hand against the flat plane of her stomach, knowing in the coming months it would begin to curve with the growth of their child and he knew... He had to do the right thing by her and the child. He loved her with every piece of him. Leaning in, he captured her mouth with his and for a long moment, everything in his world was perfect.

But as always, nothing could stay perfect forever.

They both heard the footsteps a moment too late- as they broke apart and turned, it was Jaime Lannister standing there, looking pale and worried. But for a single moment, his expression changed and he smiled, as if he understood, watching as Sansa slid from Jon's lap and stood, Jon rising a moment later. "My lord, a white walker has been spotted outside Wintertown." Back to business and both Jon and Sansa could appreciate that. She felt a chill rush through her and she could not stop herself from clutching his hand. "And so it begins." Jaime said before he turned and went from the room, leaving them alone once again.

Though he would have given anything to remain up there in that broken tower with Sansa, he knew what he had to do. And so he kept his hand in hers, walking her down the crumbling stone steps and back out into the falling darkness of night, leading her back towards the doors that would lead them inside. "Gather what you need and then I will take you to the crypts." He shook his head when she opened her mouth, as if she meant to argue with him. "You will be safest there." She sighed but then nodded, giving his hand a single squeeze before she made to go, but a grip on her hand made her turn back. "But first... Meet me in the godswood." Her eyes widened for a moment but then she nodded and then he let her go, watching as she disappeared around a corner, off to begin taking command of Winterfell, preparing its inhabitants for the fight to come.

And Jon went out into the courtyard, joining Jaime and Tormund and all of the others, where they would speak one last time about their battle plans. Then... The fight would begin. But first, he had something important to handle. Excusing himself, he wandered back into Winterfell and found Sam with Gilly, already ushering her down the hall that would lead them into the crypts. "Sam..." Jon caught his attention and the man turned, his easy going smile appearing at the sight of him. "Can I borrow you, for just a short time?" Sam arched a brow in question but then nodded, following after him after sending Gilly and baby Sam down to where they would be safe in the fight to come.

Sam asked no questions as they approached the heart tree and for that, Jon was thankful. He knew that through the faith of the Old Gods that there were no priests, no specific person needed to marry two people. And so he called upon the only person he could trust with such a thing.

Standing there beneath the heart tree, it was only a few minutes before he heard her approaching footsteps. She had changed gowns, a new gown of the darkest blues, something quite like fish scales, reminding him of her tie to House Tully through Catelyn Stark. He could catch glimpses of it beneath her cloak in the dying sunlight. "Jon, what's going on?" She asked, close enough now that she noticed Sam behind him. He said nothing as he took her hands and drew her close, breathing in her sweet, familiar scent.

"Marry me."

A smile curved on her lips and she then nodded, needing no words to say in a moment like this. And so Jon pulled from his doublet a single winter rose, its blue petals soft and scented as he tucked it into her hair, a call back to the mother he had never known. Then, taking her by the hands, they turned to face Sam who smiled and began to speak, weaving the words that would commit them to each other before the Old Gods and the New, words that would no matter what happened in the end of the war, protect her and their child.

Then he took her to the crypts and left her there with the others who could not fight in the battle, holding onto her for a moment longer than he'd intended, whispering words against her ear. "Until morning, wife..."

And then... He was gone. Sansa stood watching him go, her heart beating fast in her chest, knowing this very well could have been the last time she saw him alive. No, she told herself, you can't think like that. Without thinking, she put a hand to her abdomen and knew Jon would come back for her... No, he would come back for them. And that was all she could hope for. It was all she could believe.