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iwritesickfic · 3 years

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sicktember day 14: aches and pains

Seamus hasn’t heard from Theo in almost two days. For most people in his life, that would be something he could overlook. For Theo, it wasn’t only abnormal - they spoke almost every day, and if they didn’t Seamus knew why - it was also sort of unbearable. He’s still in that phase of love where he misses Theo all the time, thinks about him all the time. Something in Seamus’s gut is telling him something’s wrong. Not with their relationship, but with Theo.

Nobody knew anything when he asked, so he’s decided, after his text earlier in the day went unanswered, to show up at Theo’s apartment. The doormen know him by now, so getting upstairs is no issue. But when he gets to the door, he hesitates. Maybe Theo just doesn’t want to see him. Maybe he’s crossing a line. He knocks.

There’s a long silence. He’s just wondering whether he should knock again when the door opens and there he is, looking exhausted and sweaty. He seems a little shocked, and again Seamus wonders if maybe he’s gone too far. Then he remembers that night six months ago, when he showed up and they stood in this same position. That time, they weren’t even dating. That time, Theo had pulled him into a hug, his fever hot forehead pressed against Seamus’s neck, and cried. So this time, Seamus is the one to pull Theo to him.

Theo’s whole body shudders with a sigh, and it makes Seamus hold him tighter. He’s definitely feverish, and when Seamus’s hand finds its way into his hair, it’s damp with sweat. They stand there like that for a while before Seamus pulls back. Theo forces a weak little smile.

“Hey, Shay.” His voice sounds so exhausted and sick it makes Seamus’s heart ache. His hand busies itself carding through Theo’s hair.

“Hey. Not feeling good?” He just shakes his head, and Seamus presses a kiss to his forehead.

“I’m sorry, baby.” He notices Theo swaying slightly on his feet. “Let’s sit down, yeah?”

By the time they’re both sitting on the couch, he’s looking very pale. On the coffee table sits a half full mug of tea, a box of crackers, and a bottle of tylenol. Now shivering, he pulls one of the many blankets around his shoulders, though it doesn’t seem to do much for him. Carefully, Seamus presses his palm to his forehead, then the backs of his fingers to his cheek.

“You definitely feel like you have a fever.” Theo shakes his head.

“No, it’s just chills.” He wraps the blanket tighter around him.

“Why do you say that?”

“I think I have food poisoning.” He hesitates, and turns to Seamus. “You don’t have to stay.”

“Do you want me to stay?” Another pause.

“Yes. I just don’t want you to feel like you have to.” That makes Seamus’s heart hurt a little too. He moves closer, so Theo’s head rests on his shoulder, their bodies pressed together.

“Of course I don’t. I want to.” That draws a small smile out of him, and Seamus smiles back. “So you think it’s really just food poisoning? You’ve been…” he trails off, and Theo laughs softly.

“No, but I’ve been throwing up. Like, a lot. And my head kills, but I think it’s just...dehydration or something.” It’s then Seamus realizes how dark it is. The light must hurt his head. He lowers his voice.

“Doesn’t sound like food poisoning. And you’ve been sick for at least two days now, right?” He’s not sure why Theo seems to be in denial.

“Yeah, but...it’s fine. It’s fine.” One look at him confirms he’s not fine, but Seamus doesn’t argue, just gets up carefully and walks into the bathroom, rummaging around for the thermometer. When he gets back, Theo’s lying down, knees half curled to his chest. Still shivering. The couch can’t be comfortable - it’s a hard-looking modern thing - but he looks so exhausted Seamus doesn’t want to drag him to bed. He sits on the coffee table and runs a hand through Theo’s hair.

Obediently, he opens his mouth for the thermometer. It beeps, and Seamus looks at the reading. 101.8. Theo’s face suddenly goes even paler - if that’s even possible - and he starts to scramble up from the couch. He must be dizzy, because he’s having trouble getting upright. It takes Seamus a second to understand what’s going on, and when he’s just figured it out, Theo’s heaving onto the hardwood floor. He thinks he hears a little moan before he’s sick again, and Seamus grabs the wastebasket.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright,” he says, gathering Theo’s shaggy red hair into a little ponytail. He’s on his knees, both arms wrapped around his middle. His breathing is shaky and uneven, and they’re sitting there for a while - Seamus just rubbing his back - before he seems to decide he’s finished. Nothing much seems to have come up other than some bile and water, which makes Seamus even more worried.

He starts to stand, trying to lead Theo up too, but he just lets out a little moan, tightening his arms around his stomach.

“C’mon, Teddy,” he says gently, and Theo tries to stand, but he’s shaking so bad he sinks back down onto his knees. The thought he was all alone like this, and he would be still if Seamus hadn’t come over, makes Seamus’s heart hurt.

“Someone’s gotta clean this up,” he mumbles, and Seamus kisses his temple.

“I’ve got it, let’s just get to bed, alright?” He shakes his head, and Seamus tucks a few loose strands of red behind his ear. “I’ve got you.” He manages to pick him up, and holding him in his arms really makes the fever apparent. He sets him on the edge of the mattress and gently tugs off Theo’s stained shirt. His shivering picks up considerably, and he immediately curls up on his side, eyes closed, arms still wrapped protectively around his stomach. “I’ll be right back.”

Seamus quickly cleans the floor and fills the hot water bottle, saving some to make tea for the both of them. He’s surprised to see when he comes back that Theo hasn’t moved, even to pull the blanket up. He’s still just lying there, shivering. Seamus sets the two mugs down on the bedside table and the wastebasket on the floor.

He sits on the bed, one leg up, and carefully starts to stroke Theo’s hair in the way he knows he likes when he has a headache. He lets out a little sigh and opens his eyes halfway, and when he sees Seamus he flushes.

“This is so embarrassing,” he whispers, voice still raw from being sick, and Seamus just keeps stroking his hair. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, love.” They continue that way for a while before Seamus hands him the hot water bottle. He immediately brings it to his stomach and lets out a shuddering sigh, some of the tenseness in his shoulders easing. Seamus pulls off his jeans and slides into bed next to him. Theo clings to him, tucking himself into the familiar position where his forehead rests against Seamus’s throat. Now, with the comforter and the bottle and Seamus, his shivers finally seem to be fading.

Seamus almost thinks he’s fallen asleep when he hears his voice.

“Thank you. I love you.” Seamus smiles.

“I love you too.”

#my writing #oc seamus #oc theo #don't know if this really counts but it's fine!#sicktember2021

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shadowstalker732 · 3 years

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ALRIGHT LETS GIVE THIS POSTING THING A GO

MY REVAN TIME (one of them at least)

Also spoiler warning a guess for a game over a decade old? (Am I meant to say spoiler warning? Who knows not me)

(Please don’t yell at me about stats I do what I want)

Anyway first playthrough where I don’t stop and hard restart Tarris or Dantooine 13 times because choice reasons and me forgetting that stealth is useless and just letting the game auto level for me (learnt that the hard way), I’ve basically done Tatooine but I haven’t beaten the dragon yet cos I wanted to bugger off to another planet first and chose Kashyyyk. And I’m down in the shadow lands now (do not worry Zaalbar I WILL GET YOU BACK) and yeah that’s where I’m at.

ANYWAY, Shay or Shar Stalker (because the game won’t let me do non-binary) is a light side Revan. Good of heart dumb of ass and yet will still rob you dry if you place bets on a strategy game against them. Height wise around the 1.6m mark (5′3″ for the Americans). Prefers the double lightsaber look (currently got a short green one and a normal blue one for amnesia version). Not a flirt but definitely had something going on with my Exile in the past but that ended in the Mando war at some point… teenagers in war don’t usually do well mentally wise.. back story and post events of Kotor under the cut (also warning it’s long, like super long, and goes into their future story? As well)

SO BACKSTORY,

Shar got some Mando blood floating in their veins from some ancestor and that causes them to go full buir sometimes hence why Mission, Zaalbar, HK-47, T3-M4 and Juhani get bed time stores aboard the Ebon Hawk and chocolate space milk whenever they stop (Rev gets some too because who doesn’t love some good old Choccy milk), droid duo get cleaned basically daily while Bastila gets the bird for even thinking that this is a waste of time and resources.

Wait I said backstory… TEMPLE LIFE!

Rascal trio with Exile and Alek at their heels. All three, good of heart dumb of ass. Shar was a prodigy and excelled in basically all Jedi subjects at the time, was pretty popular with most people and just a nice person who didn’t stand for bullshit. Got into a few “heated” (honestly that’s an understatement) arguments with council members about how some things in the galaxy were handled but mostly had a positive response from people. At this time their main saber was purple and their off hand a short cyan. Joined the Republic in the Mandalorian wars a few months before their 17′th birthday. Didn’t not return to the Temple once after leaving for war.

The War

(I should mention I get most of my knowledge from wiki skims (not deep reads) and other Tumblr posts so if it’s off canon… it’s my story and Star Wars is my sand box so I MAKE THE RULES HERE BABY!)

After many battles and the relationship between the battle trio growing stronger with time it was also weakening. At one point Shar and Exile had a romantic relationship going but only kept that going for a few months, they both decided that this was not the time to be doing this and if they both survived would actually give the lovers thing a shot (doesn’t happen). Throughout the war all three realise that they must make sacrifices to stop the war, the old saying “sacrifice one to save the many” is said often between the three at first before it becomes second nature. During one of the battles Shar’s cyan lightsaber is completely destroyed including the crystal being completely shattered. After taking the mantle of the Revanchist only uses the name Revan and never removes the helmet unless it’s only the trio and only then will respond to their old names. All three are slipping mentally in this war but have all managed to hold onto the Light side by trusting each other. After the mass shadow generator event Revan looses all contact with Exile (force and otherwise) and assumes death, despite it being Revan’s own order it’s a major pushing point towards the dark.

The End of the War

Revan faces off against Mandalore the Ultimate and slays him, in his dying breathe speaks of the Sith Empire growing in the Unknown Regions and how this war wasn’t only about giving the Mandalorian’s a good fight but also to weaken the republic for Ultimates Empire allies. Not many Mandalorians knew of the Sith truth behind the war and just followed their Mandalor’s word that this war would bring them the honour of a good fight, and it did in a way. After Revan learns of the empire growing hidden amongst uncharted routes, knew that the council would never believe them and so took matters into their own hands. Taking a fleet and insisting it was to chase down the last of the Mandalorian high command, Revan left for the unknown regions.

The Unknown

Yeah everything went to shit. Rev and Alek get captured and Sith tortured and kind probed by old man Sith Emperor but in that time Revan gains acute knowledge via reverse mind prob, of how the Sith empire is running, where resources are coming from and key weak points. During this time Alek falls completely and Revan fains it for now. Torture continues for a good while until Revan makes the choice that they have been making all through out the war “sacrifice one to save the many”… Revan embraces the dark side and makes a plan, a plan to empower the known galaxy enough to destroy the “true” Sith empire by uniting it as their own Sith empire. Revan knows light will always rise to face the dark and that the light side is strong, someone will rise to take them down after the “true” Sith empire is defeated and only in death will Revan have fulfilled their promise to the unknown Mandalorian and finally be able to be one with the force. Revan embraces the dark fast and is soon sent off by the Sith emperor who thinks Revan is under his control to take control of the star forge and start building the Sith army in the known galaxy, Revan assumes command with now Malek as their right hand.

Beginning of Darth Revan

Basically what is described in the first Kotor game, Darth Duo go find star maps, get to forge, start fucking up the galaxy yadeyadeya. Malek pulls a sick move and fucks up Revan’s plan to stop the Sith Emperor and boom Amnesia time baby. Oh also during Sith times used a red and their old purple lightsaber but when they got captured by Bastila both lightsaber’s goy yoinked and locked up on Coruscant for simple reasons.

No Memory Time Baby

Council is smart as fuck and call them Shay Stalker AKA their old name to see if that will reawaken light memories or thoughts in Revan and basically try and nudge amnesia Rev to stay lightside cos they don’t want to see their lost padawan fall back to the dark, (Jedi are a complicated subject), also ONLY SHAY no mention of their other name Shar at all! So that will cause problems later for poor Rev when they start remembering things :), basically the game from here on. Memories of a calm life on a farming planet before joining the military, lost both their siblings (AKA Alek and Exile) while away on service. Joined to stop the Sith from taking any more innocent lives. Throughout the game Shay try’s to help as many people as they can and choose the option that will benefit good and innocent people, constantly says fuck to corporations and nasty people, is not afraid to kill a bitch. As I haven’t completed the game fully (but I am planing a lightside finish and I’m not exactly sure when the “I am Revan” bit comes in I’m gonna leave this as it is. Oh and blue main saber and a short green saber with a crystal they managed to purify (AKA was red but returned to its natural colour through meditation and force cleansing, also helped by Bastila)

Memories

Like I said I haven’t finished the game yet BUT after the whole “oh fuck oh stars IM REVAN?????” Lots of shit starts to make sense and the force “spell” (I’m gonna call it spell) that repressed Revan’s memories had already begun to weaken somewhat before this point but this kinda opens the flood gates but not too far just enough for it to not make any sense at all. Team is there for Rev and the game finishes lightside. (Also I know I said this rev not gonna romance but this is post game stuff now and I just don’t wanna romance Bastila in game so yeah) ANYWAY, Revan and Bastila build a healthy relationship together and Revan starts to regain a lot of memories that their friends help them through. Revan remembers why they took the name Revan and actually goes to Coruscant to the high council to explain why they put on the helmet in the first place and the Council adheres to Revan’s request and returns the original helmet. The Star forged one stays in storage for now. Revan also requests their old armour and lightsabers to help regain memories as to why they fell, the council is hesitant at this request and only allows Revan to meditate with their old things at the main temple with a council member present. Over one or two years a lot comes back but there is still a few key dates, names, moments and details missing. Oh and Revan uses force powers to make Bastila preggers. IF BOBA FETT CAN SURVIVE A SARLAC AND PALPATINE CAN EXIST IN THE SEQUELS. REVAN CAN PULL FORCE BULLSHIT TOO!

The Unknown part 2: Electric boogaloo

Revan finally remembers what made them go dark and realises they fucked up their own plans pretty bad and the Republic IS WORSE OFF THAN HOW IT STARTED COS OPPS REVAN ACCIDENTALLY KILLED A SHIT TON OF FORCE USERS LIGHT AND DARK SO yeah. Bastila was holding the brain cell of the force bond in this moment and Revan decides the best course of action is to go face the Emperor alone… fucking brilliant Revan how the fuck did you win the Mandalorian wars again my good sir? Revan tells Bastila that they (Rev) has been assigned a mission to infiltrate the remanence of Revan’s old Sith Empire and basically destroy it from within and that this mission is basically so hush hush that Bastila isn’t meant to know but Revan thought it only fair to say that they would be gone for potentially a long time for this mission and Bastila, unaware that this would be the last time she saw them, accepted this goodbye and hoped they would return before their baby was born. But Revan has always been a good lier… even to themselves. Without anymore fuss they left the Known Galaxy leaving all their friends and family behind never to be seen again to face off against the bitch that started it all. (I haven’t read the novels or played the SWTOR game and never plan to do either so again I say this is wiki knowledge that I’m doing what ever I please with that knowledge because Star Wars is a sand pit and I’m the kindy kid that’s decided to sit and play with it today)

Mmmmm Watcha SaaaaaaaAy

Revan gets their ass handed to them and imprisoned for three hundred years and tortured and mind probed AGAIN. Also cut off their connections to any other force user to ensure old dude couldn’t get to them as well. Absolutely not having a good time here. After the 300 years of PAIN the force within Revan gets so fucked up that their physicality splits into two entirely separate beings, Dark Revan and Light Revan. When this happens the prison breaks and Light Revan makes their escape and gets out barely alive while Dark Revan hangs back and swears allegiance to Sith Empire and starts plotting to overthrow old dude cos Sith. Light Revan makes it back to the council and they heal them and have a very hard time believing they are Revan until Revan perfectly describes a gift they gave Bastila before they left that now a descendent of Revan now owns. The council doesn’t understand how Revan split into two entire different beings but accept “the force acts in mysterious ways at times”. Revan is FINALLY given knighthood and helps prepare the republic for the Sith Empire that hasn’t attacked yet but definitely will soon. And this is where Tarre comes in.

Mando Time Yeah!

My Tarre will get his own beefy post (def not as big as this one) maybe tomorrow or the next day so for now it’s just what Tarre does and means to Revan. ANYWHO, Tarre becomes Light Revan’s padawan. (I should mention that Light Revan despite being called Light Revan is leaning towards a grey area within the force but isn’t down right evil like dark Revan is. Dark Revan is killing puppies of an endangered species cos their bored evil). Tarre is Revan’s padawan and becomes a knight. Revan enjoys teaching Tarre about the force and understanding how Tarre was brought up a Mandalorian and with the peace between Jedi and Mandalorian’s at this point was welcomed into the Jedi temple later than most. Revan raises Tarre like he is their own son/little brother and they form an extremely powerful force bond because of it. I’ll go in depth on Tarre’s post but Tarre still gets Mando training for 4 months of the year but the jedi training is the rest of the year. Revan joins Tarre when he return to Mandalore to continue his Mando training and learns more about Mandalorian history and culture while there. While on Mandanlore Light Revan truely feels relaxed for once despite random Mando’s sometimes jumping out and challenging them to fights because apparently Revan is now a ghost story and a feared mighty warrior legend and when anyone finds out that Revan is “alive” immediately tries to prove that they are stronger than Revan (which they are not). A few years after Tarre is knighted the war with the True Sith Empire begins.

I don’t know what to call this bit sooooo UWU

Battles, fights, old shit, it’s a war. Revan proves to be supper fucking useful in leadership but doesn’t do as much “sacrifice one to save the many” moves anymore. Revan keeps predicting what the Sith are gonna do an THATS cos Dark Revan is leading the, and Revan knows Revan best but not the reverse. Light Revan knows how Dark Revan will act but Dark Revan doesn’t know how Light Revan will act since Light Revan technically includes Shay/Shar, Mandalorian War Revan, Amnesiac Shay, and post Amnesia. While Dark Revan is only really Darth Revan and post Amnesia so Light Revan technically outweighs Dark Revan. I’ve probably butchered that explanation or done it too late but that’s how it’s gonna be cos it’s midnight and I wanna finish this and post it today. ANYWAY, final battle between the Revan’s. They have a massive duel on the battle field and eventually Light Revan strikes Dark Revan down but also receives some pretty nasty injuries. Light Revan understands the need to be whole again and as Dark Revan “dies” reunites with that half of the force and Revan returns but Revan is so done, so fucking done with living and trying and they had a good run and now they have what was Dark Revan’s and Light Revan’s injuries all on one body and sure if Rev really tried they could probably suck the life force out of some Sith warriors to keep themselves alive but… they just don’t want to. Eventually Tarre finds the fallen Revan reunited at last and stays by their side as Revan finally lets go and becomes one with the force. After the battle Tarre brings Revan’s body back to the Temple to be burnt as Revan had requested but their armour, lightsabers, and other possessions would be taken to a place only Tarre knew of to be sealed away until a far descendent of Revan’s comes along to claim them as their own. The war isn’t over and Revan’s passing only fuels Tarre further into defeating the Sith empire that the republic eventually does after 20 years of war.

Conclusion

And that’s the overall story of this Revan, I know very long, very deep, wtf this is your second post after a what? 1 year break? Actually let me check… yeah nope about a year has passed since my Crash post. If you have made it this far thanks for reading my first ever “decent” post about something I’ve been developing for a while now in bits and pieces. Sorry it was so long but then again I did miss a lot of shit. If you want to interact and ask more questions about this Revan go ahead my ask box is open (don’t be weird tho and just cos I post long doesn’t mean you have to ask long unless it’s legit). I’ll try and get the Tarre post out tomorrow around this time too or earlier depends. Thanks again for taking the time to read my word vomit. Also sorry if there are any spelling mistakes I have missed.

Have a good one!

#Shadow’s OC’s #Revan #Kotor #Zaalbar #Mission Vao #HK-47 #T3-M4 #Juhani #Balista Shan #long post #star wars #star wars: knights of the old republic #darth revan #darth malek #tarre vizsla

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ragingbookdragon · 4 years

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You Can Take Off All My Clothes And Never See Me Naked PT. 7

A Haytham Kenway x Reader Story

Word Count: 1,600 Warnings: Explicit Language

Author’s Note: Fluff! Come get your fluff! Next chapter is the whammer my friends, ready yourselves...angst is coming. -Thorne

She stood beside him as they sailed across the North Atlantic. The waves crashed against the hull of the ship, and the smell of salt surrounded them. Her breath came in and out in puffs of white and she couldn’t help but pull the leather jacket tighter around her to preserve heat. She’d almost taken him up on that offer of using one of his fur lined coats. An amused chuckle sounded beside her.

“If it’s too cold for you, lass, you’re more than welcome to go below deck.”

She scowled and leaned on the railing. “I don’t like being under the deck.”

“Why not?” his question held genuine curiosity.

“I feel cramped and it gets too hot” Her lip turned up in disgust. “I don’t even like being on the wa—”

A hand clamped over mouth and she froze, eyes narrowing into a dangerous glare as she looked at him; he frowned, condemning, “(Y/N). Don’t insult the ocean.”

“I will bite the shit out of you.” She mumbled from behind his gloved hand and he pulled away.

“I’m just trying to save you from angering the Lady of The Seas.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. “The ocean is inanimate, Shay. It’s not alive.”

“Says who?” he retorted with his hands propped on his hips like a child who’d been told off by their parent.

“Says science and basic fucking weather patterns.” She countered, grabbing the wheel; she narrowly avoided an iceberg. “For the love of God, steer the ship. I don’t want to die now.”

Shay snorted but took the wheel back. “Relax, (Y/N). We’re not gonna die.”

“You say that,” she said, “But drowning isn’t the way I wanna go. I’ve heard it sucks.”

“Only for a little bit.”

(Y/N) looked over at him. “Holy shit, that was morbid, even by my standards.”

“I wasn’t aware you had standards, lass.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Alright, now you’re just being an asshole.”

Shay snorted, but conceded, asking, “So if you hate being on the water, why are you out here?” She mumbled something and his brows furrowed. “What?”

(Y/N) heaved a sigh and repeated a bit louder, “Haytham asked me.” A big smirk crossed his lips and she pointed at him. “Shut up. Shut the fuck up, I don’t wanna hear it.”

Evidently, he wasn’t afraid of her because he leaned over and with a singsong tone, he said, “You’re in love~”

She elbowed him in the ribs as hard as she could, smiling with satisfaction as he hacked and bent over.

“That…wasn’t nice.” He gasped, halfway leaning on the wheel.

“I have no sympathy to spare you.” (Y/N) remarked.

Shay glared at her. “You’re not capable of sympathy, you witch.”

She cackled. “Witch? That’s a new one.”

“It suits you.”

(Y/N) looked at him, elbow propped on the railing. “Gonna call a religious inquisition on me?”

“Don’t tempt me,” he threatened, though it was heatless.

“If I’m going down for blasphemy, Cormac, you are too.”

They glowered at each other but after an upturned corner on their lips, they burst into howling laughter, leaning on one another as tears fell down their cheeks.

When their laughter had finally subsided, Shay let out a loud sigh. “Aye, I haven’t laughed that hard in a while.”

She nodded. “Neither have I.” Her lips graced an easy smile. “I think I needed it.”

“Same here.” He gazed at her. “You’ve been unhappy for some time now, (Y/N).”

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “Uh huh. And how do you figure that one?”

He shrugged. “You looked like he was cracking your heart in two when he asked you to go while he stayed in New York to take care of business.”

“There’s no fucking way I’m that easy to read. Even I know I keep my emotions hidden better than that.” (Y/N) griped.

“Oh, you do,” he agreed. “But since the dinner, you’ve been rather open with us—him the most.” He met her eyes. “Like you’re finally okay with wearing your heart on your sleeve.”

“Can I vomit yet? I feel like vomiting.”

“Lass, that’s love.”

“No, I really wanna vomit. Like right now.”

“I dreamed my love came in my sleep~” (Y/N) pulled a face at the song. “Lowlands, lowlands awa—Urk!” he grunted as she elbowed him again.

“Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” She hissed. “I’m not in love with him.”

“You…are…God, what have you got in your sleeve?” He caught his breath, then demanded, “Fine, if that’s how you wanna be, tell me what you think about him.”

“I—” she started then murmured, “I think he’s responsible…and brave…and a good boss who is way too nosey for my taste.”

“Okay, now that you’ve got the basics out of the way, tell me what you really think about him.”

Her eyes were narrowed into a glower, but with a heavy sigh, she admitted, “I think he’s handsome…and kind and—” unbeknownst to her, a smile had come across her face, “And he’s always there when I need him.” (Y/N) looked at Shay who wore a grin.

“That’s love, lass.”

Her face dropped. “Oh…” her eyes went wide. “Oh!” (Y/N) gaped at him. “Oh my god! I’m in love with Haytham.”

Shay leaned on the wheel and gestured to her, murmuring, “I wish I had a portrait done of your face just now because nothing will ever bring me such sick enjoyment as that moment.”

She shifted, walking away on numb legs. “Oh my god, I’m in love with him.”

“Lass? You okay?” he worried.

She waved a hand, continuing to mutter to herself and Gist passed her on the way to the quarterdeck. He stood beside Shay. “Is Miss (Y/N) alright?”

Shay snorted. “Oh, she’s fine. She’s just coming to terms with reality.” Gist cocked an eyebrow, and he shook his head. “You’ll see when we get back to New York.”

***One Week Later, Back In New York***

As soon as her boots hit the pier, she was tempted to kiss the ground and Shay could tell because he chuckled as he stood beside her. “Glad to be back?”

(Y/N) didn’t have the energy to make a smart remark. “God, yes. I’m getting a hot meal when we get to the tavern and then I’m going to bed for forty-eight hours straight.”

“You gonna give Haytham a goodnight kiss before you do?” he quipped.

Evidently, she wasn’t that tired, immediately looping her arm around his neck to dig her knuckles into his scalp. He laughed but it quickly dissolved into a grunt of pain.

“Ow! Ow lass that hurts! Quit!” Shay plead with her.

“Nope! I suffered a week of your stupid jabs and now it’s payback time!”

He yanked against her and they tumbled to the ground, but she was on him, trying to shove his face in the dirt. “Eat it! Eat the fucking dirt!”

The crew leaned over the side of the ship, watching the two of them wrestle around, shouting out bets on both of them—(Y/N) was winning so far. Just as they were about to start throwing actual punches, someone cleared their throat above them, and they instantly froze, heads tilting to see Lee glowering down at them.

“If you two are quite finished?”

(Y/N) let Shay out of the headlock and rolled off him, clambering to her feet before helping him up. They brushed themselves off, feeling warmth on their cheeks and Lee sighed.

“You’re both so childish. I can’t believe Master Kenway has such faith in you.”

She glared at him and spat, “Say it to my face, you stupid motherfuck—”

Shay cleared his throat rather loudly. “To speak for my colleague, what are you doing here?” (Y/N) knew Shay wasn’t that fond of Lee either.

Lee continued to glare at them, but his tone turned snotty. “Master Kenway has asked me to come and collect the two of you.”

“What for?” (Y/N) inquired, arms crossing over her chest.

“To introduce you to a new associate who’s been providing quite a great deal of money to our cause.”

“I wasn’t aware we needed monetary gains.” Shay muttered. “I thought we were all swimming in money.”

(Y/N) elbowed him the ribs. “We are, you’re not.” She grinned. “You know, ‘cause you’re poor and—”

He glared at her. “I got it.”

She snorted, looking back to Lee. “So, who is it?”

Lee raised his chin rather haughtily. “He’s an Italian businessman by the name of Ausilio Viviani.”

Her arms went slack, falling by her sides and her breathing became uneven. Shay seemed to notice her immediate shift in demeanor.

“Lass?” his voice was full of concern, but she couldn’t hear him.

(Y/N) jerked forward and gripped the lapels of Lee’s jacket, ignoring his cry of shock. She yanked him to her until they were nose to nose. “What did you just say?”

He shook his head and sputtered, “W-what are you talking about?”

“His name!” she screeched. “Tell me his name again!”

“It—it’s Ausilio Viviani.” He stammered and she shoved him away, not caring that he fell to the ground. Her blood went cold, and she broke into a dead sprint across the docks.

“(Y/N)! Wait!” Shay called, but it was no use, she wasn’t stopping. He yanked Lee off the ground. “Come on!”

They started after her, trying to keep her in their sights, but with the way she weaved in and out of people, they were losing her.

“What’s wrong with her?!” Lee yelled.

Shay watched her back, feeling panic surge in his veins. “I don’t know.”

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gyll-yee-haw · 4 years

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Chapter 7

Professor!Jake x reader

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Every breath that I’ve been takin’

Since you left feels like a waste on me

(Bruises - Lewis Capaldi)

—

One month had passed.

After Wes went to your house that day, you decided to stop skipping class. Now you wouldn’t have to see Jake anyway… but that didn’t help much. Everything on that campus reminded you of him. And whenever you got close to that damn lab, your heart broke like the first time.

You were moving on. He left you with no other choice.

But all the progress you were making seemed to be destroyed that morning.

For an entire week you felt sick. Threw up every morning and felt weird for the rest of the day. You couldn’t stand that anymore, so you decided to see a doctor.

You didn’t know what was wrong with you. But didn’t seem too serious. You expected to get out of the doctor’s office relieved. But what you heard in there made the world stop for you.

—

You had no idea how you were able to drive home. You weren’t hearing or seeing anything straight. Your body was numb. And your mind raced. Wes. You needed to tell him.

The first thing you did when you walked into your apartment was call Wes.

15 minutes after you told him, he was already at your door.

—

“Pregnant, Y/N?” He sighed. He was in so much pain, but he knew he needed to be strong. You needed him to be strong. “Are you sure?”

“I just came home from the doctor…” You told him. “Fuck, Wes… what am I gonna do now?”

“Hey, it’s okay.” He brought you for a tight hug. “You’re gonna be a great mom. I’m gonna help you, okay? I’ll always be here for you.”

“Thank you. I don’t know what I would do without you.” You sighed. “But… don’t you think Jake has the right to know?”

“Y/N…” He rolled his eyes. Just when you were about to forget about Jake, he always came back. “Jake didn’t want you around. Do you think he will want your kid? I’m not gonna let you look for him just to break your heart again.”

You nodded. It was a horrible thing to say, but you knew it was true.

“What am I gonna tell people, though?” You sighed. “That my professor got me pregnant and then quit his job, and now God only knows where he is? That could ruin his career. Who would hire him knowing that?”

“I can’t believe you’re worried about him…” Wes muttered angrily.

“About me too!” You explained. “People are gonna judge me… my baby… what am I gonna tell them when they ask about their father?”

Wes hesitated for a second, but deep down he had been wanting to suggest that from the moment you told him you were pregnant.

“Tell them I am the father.”

“What? No… Wes, we already talked about this and…”

“No, listen” He interrupted you. “I’m not asking you to marry me or be more than my friend. We can say it happened by accident one day, I don’t know… but I’m gonna be here for you. Help you with the baby… maybe it would be better like this.”

“I don’t know if I want to lie to my child, Wes.”

“Well, you don’t have to answer it yet, okay? Just think about it.”

And you did. You thought about it from the moment you woke up to the moment you went to bed.

As your belly started to grow, you realized you wouldn’t be able to hide this from people anymore. So you decided to accept Wes as the fake father.

You should be feeling relieved and very thankful to Wes for solving that problem. But the truth was that you couldn’t help but feeling like that baby was a little piece of Jake that you would have forever, even though you would never have him. Sometimes that felt good and made you smile, sometimes that made everything worse.

—

Four more months passed.

Jake liked to believe that he did everything he could to forget about you. But the truth is that he did nothing. He thought about you every single day. It is true that when he caught himself doing it, he tried to think of something else. But he never really succeeded.

One particular night, he rested his head on his pillow and realized that the semester was almost over. He wondered if you liked the Botany professor who replaced him. He was worried about your education, of course. But he was worried about you. Just you. He wondered how you were.

He kept tossing and turning in bed, wishing you were there. He was pretty sure that being able to hold you would make sleep easier.

Then he realized he wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about you that night. That’s when he had an idea. A really stupid idea… but he just needed to make sure you were okay. And then maybe he would be able to sleep.

He looked up your name on Instagram.

And he found you.

But his discovery only made it harder to sleep.

He threw his phone on the floor. He didn’t even know what he was feeling. Angry. Sad. Helpless.

You had moved on so fast.

And Wes?! So that was his plan? Separate the two of you so he could have you?

But he couldn’t really blame Wes. No, it was no one’s fault. He was right, he should protect you. Now look at you. Happy. Carrying a baby. How beautiful was that?

Jake just wished everything was different. That he was your classmate, not your professor. So maybe now you’d be carrying his child, not someone else’s.

The mere thought of you carrying his child was enough to make him cry.

It was so unfair.

He gave up on sleeping. He gave up on his dignity. He was ready to end that story right there, and there was only one way to do it.

—

You woke up, walked towards the kitchen and found a letter under your door. Weird, cause the bills weren’t supposed to come that week. You picked it up curiously and found your name in a familiar handwriting. No, it couldn’t be…

Well, it was.

“My dear Y/N…

I’m writing this letter complety lost at 3am. I hope future me decides to burn it. I hope you never get to read this.

Fuck. Who am I trying to fool? Why would I be writing this if I didn’t want you to read it? If I didn’t want you to know that I fucking lied to you? I’m sorry. I’ll never be able to forgive myself for hurting you.

When I told you I adored you I meant it. I meant every single word I said and yes, I remember them all, because I can’t stop thinking about that day. About how it felt to be loved by you. But then I ruined everything. Why? I keep asking myself the same thing.

But deep down I know the answer. It’s because you deserve something better. You deserve someone easy to love. Not a coward like me.

And I’m happy to know you found that. I was surprised to find out that you’re gonna be a mom. But I know you’re gonna be a wonderful one. I wish you only the best things in this world, even though I won’t be the one to give you that.

I’m not writing this to make you feel bad for me. I’m writing this because I won’t be able to sleep until you know one thing: I love you. I know it doesn’t matter anymore, but I love you. I did everything that I did simply because of that. I. Love. You.

I really hope you forgive me someday.

Jake.”

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mileycfan4eva33 · 4 years

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Fandom: One Chicago and SVU

Title: Silence Equals Death

Chapter 1: Dear Diary

P O V: Sylvie Brett

A/N: Boy, I am getting sick of these things. But, I'm too paranoid not to write it down. Here are the usual disclaimers, I do not own any of the One Chicago/Or SVU characters that glory goes to Dick Wolf and NBC. Trigger warning for a sexual assault/ rape towards the end. Whose Point of View would you like chapter two to be in; Kelly's, Matt's, Stella's or Kat's, Or Hailey's? This fic will be told through multiple views and be a joint between PD/ Fire and SVU. Reviews are fires to my soul; please leave one. Thank You.

Gaffney Chicago Medical Center

Dear Diary, today is January 31, 2021; it is 12:56 am; I am in Chicago Med. I have to write this all down before it becomes a twisted blur of fragmented memories. Tonight was a nightmare, and a dream all rolled into one. Sitting here now on this cold steel trap of a bed, I am in disbelief that any of this happened, but it did, and it shouldn't have; if I had been smarter, more robust, less drunk, none of this would have happened. I only have myself to blame. It all started so innocently.

Now everything is such a mess; how did this happen? I am not a lovesick teenager, and I shouldn't be making these types of mistakes. If only I could turn back time and not get so damn drunk, but I can't, so here it is, the sick truth of what will surely end my career. The authentic story as only someone who lived it can ever tell it. No Disney fair-tales here, just honest raw truths, every word you will read is what happened to the best of my recollection someday I will gone, and I want my truth out there, so no woman ever has to bear witness to the pain of being raped, and thrown away as if she is the villain.

I am not the villain, but can I say I was a victim?

Sofitel Chicago Magnificent Mile

20 E Chestnut St, Chicago, IL 60611

January 30th 2021 9:35 pm

"My money's on you finding exactly what you want."

Matthew Casey's rugged, sexy voice purrs in my ear. I can't remember when he said that or why the hell he said it; my mind is toasted with the large amount of alcohol I have poured into my body. I can remember what he said after, though, because it's what I deserve. Matt had no idea back then that all I wanted was for him to say he loved me, to tell me I am beautiful. To reassure me that these butterflies I have been feeling forever are not just in my stomach, not only carrying my heart away, but they are in his as well.

He didn't, not then and never since it's been at least two years since he said those words to me. Two years since I felt a brief flutter inside my heart telling me that my feelings for Matt had changed from friendship to something a little less platonic. "God, there ain't enough alcohol inside this damn hotel to take my memory away from this pain."

"I hear ya' sis." Stella Kidd motions for the bartender to bring us two more rounds as she settles against the counter inches away from me, her elbows propping her up. "You look flushed, Brett. Are you feeling okay?" Stella's gorgeous brown eyes are wide in concern as she glances at my body my cheeks are burning, I can feel the heat descending from my head to my face making me sway in dizziness a little as I try to remember how to breathe. Funny how a normal body function can sometimes take so much damn effort it hurts. I need a minute to do nothing, not to feel, think, talk, react or breathe, but of course, I can't have that minute, not with Stella on the case. "Yeah, girl, why wouldn't I be okay?" I fake a laugh, which I don't think fools her even for a second.

"Uh, I am so over these damn things Sylvie, I thought with COVID we would escape this bullshit this year." Stella slides down my shot glass to me as she tilts her head back and chugs her shot of whiskey with one gulp. "Yeah, I would have thought so too; nothing I hate more than a bunch of grown-ass corporate men in suits pretending to give two craps about us little people."

"Amen, sister." Stella clicks her empty glass against mine before I tilt my head back and swallow the rush of warmth that leaves me dizzier; maybe I shouldn't have skipped two meals today before coming here after having no food yesterday. "So what's up with you and Kelly?" I turn my head to my right to catch Stella's eyes, glued to her boyfriend Kelly Severide, chatting with District Chief Steve Walker. Fire Commissioner Carl Grissom and the Deputy Director of Finance Gail McLeod. "Kelly's looking dapper Stella; I think someone is going to get lucky tonight." I hold my hand up to signal the bartender for another round; he fills our glasses quickly, much to my pleasure. "Yeah, from your lips to Kelly's ears, please, he's barely touched me ever since he found out that some people may take offense to me being promoted because we're together."

"Aw, man, I'm sorry he's probably just worried Stella, he loves you Kelly doesn't want to be the reason you fail because we all know you deserve this promotion. At least he cares enough to say the words out loud." I swallow the shot feeling my eyes burn badly as tears filter out. "Aw man, this shit is strong. Phew!" shaking my body out, I signal for another, hearing Stella laugh. "Still regretting telling Matt how you feel?"

I pause for a moment before I answer; how should I respond? Do I regret telling Matt how I feel? "Hey bitches." I'm saved from answering as Leslie Shay comes stumbling over, wrapping her arm over my shoulder and squeezing between us, holding her phone up with her left hand. "Smile bitches." Stella and I hold our full shot glasses up. I love this bartender; he is on his game tonight; we smile and lean into Shay, who is reeking of Tequila. "Give me some love, sugar babes." Yeah, she is drunk, sugar babes? Where did she even come up with that one? We smile brighter even though neither one of us feel happy at this moment; her eyes are on Kelly, who isn't even looking our way, and I lock my eyes on Matt, who is dancing with some woman I have never seen in my life.

The woman is drop-dead gorgeous though five-foot-nine inches is my guess she appears to be Lebanese or Latino with long caramel hair flowing down her back past her waist the silk wrap dress she is wearing clings to every unique curve on her flawless body. Matt's arms are wrapped around her waist he's dancing close with her, my heart races so fast I feel the room sway. "Love is a journey, Sylvie, don't give up yet. I know this moment sucks. I get it hurts worse than anything you've ever experienced. When it gets too heavy, when it feels like the weight of this pain is crushing you, remember the pleasant moments, the breathless enthusiastic moments. Matt's alive, and so are you as long as you live, there is hope."

I wish I could smile at Shay as a thank you, but I can't muster the strength even to attempt a smile. Seeing Matt dancing with this woman is killing me slowly; who is she? Where did they meet? Why did he choose tonight to bring her on a date? Knowing I would be at this stupid First Responders training shit, is he trying to make me jealous?

"Your Casey is out there, Sylvie, but you don't have to change who you are to find him." Gabby's words from five years ago come back to me; she did not know just how right she was when she said them to me; hell, I didn't even know back then that the man who I would want to be by my side forever, the man who I would spend countless sleepless nights crying my heart out over was her Casey. Talk to God, Sylvie, get your head straight; this is crazy pinning over a man you pushed away yourself.

Sometimes I feel so cold the way steel must feel left outside to fend for itself against the weather elements. Some days I feel broken, I forget what living is for, I forget how to breathe or even why I should keep living. Today is one of those nights; seeing Matt with this woman is breaking me; I can feel every string of my heart aching, pulling, and twisting as it stretches my entire inside into a giant trampoline my stomach turns and painfully contracts reminding me.

I am alive

Every ache and every pain reminds me I am breathing, but why I can't seem to grasp it. I'm not suicidal, but I'm finding it hard to find a reason to keep my head up when my brain is screaming at me to run away, to bury myself in Tequila and cuddle under the covers till all of the daylight fades away into a blur of a drunken haze.

"Another shot, bartender."

"Name is Josh." I turn away, not caring, seeing only Matt as he lifts his finger to wipe out a stray hair off the woman's face. I can barely breathe every effort is a raspy painful burn that leaves me gasping, trying to fight off this fresh wave of tears. "Close your eyes, Sylvie, and fucking hold it together for a few more minutes; for God's sake, don't let the man see you cry."

Shay slips her arm around my back under my armpits, quickly leading me out of the ballroom where the music is playing louder than what you would expect at a training seminar. "Remember what I said to picture the pleasant moments." "I can't, Shay..I... can't breathe." "Shh, hey, it's okay. I got you." Shay gently settles me onto a couch inside the ladies' room, handing me a cold bottle of water, which she's already taken a few sips out. Still, she lifts to my lips before I can stop her; the cool liquid splashes over my chin, dripping down what gets inside my mouth is refreshing and helps cool me off, allowing me to breathe easier. Leaning back against the wall, I close my eyes, trying to regain some gravity; my knees are trembling, leaving me feeling as if I will collapse if I try to stand.

I want to kick myself for falling so hard for a damn guy who I knew would never love me back. I knew I shouldn't have pushed Matt, yet I ignored every one of my instincts and went full sped ahead. God, I will remember that day forever- I had been avoiding Matt for days ever since the accident. Mainly because I had my suspicions that Matt hadn't just been lucky in getting to me so quickly, part of me hoped and yes, as vain as it sounds prayed that Matt had raced to me, that the thought of me being in peril had somehow overcome Matt's heart running his blood in fear.

I told myself I was crazy even to think such stupid school girl thoughts. Matt is our captain; it made perfect sense he would be worried about Gianna and me; we're part of his team, nothing more. The job of the captain is to make sure all of his team comes home safe at the end of every shift; Matt's lost too many people in his days, he fears losing anyone, so of course, the entire team raced to us when they heard 61 was in an accident.

I had myself convinced Matt came to me out of loyalty out of duty, not because he was in love with me, I am stupid for even thinking for one mil-la-second that Matthew Casey would ever love me as anything except a friend. I was doing so damn well, too, until Blake Gallo blew up all my rationalization with his account of how Matt jumped out of a moving truck to get to me. Me, not myself and Gianna but only me. Brett, I have to get to Brett, that's what Gallo recalled Matt saying.

Shattered

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 4 years

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 150

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Settling back into Garrison, Keith and Lance were rather rudely woken as Pidge and Hunk slid into Lance’s bed with them, the day after the they’d come home the previous afternoon. Krolia had somehow managed to give them food poisoning. Not that he knew for sure. Yet seeing she’d tampered the possibility was strong. Coran the only one game enough to finish his slice of cake.

Kicked out of the house so their friends could set up for their “Surprise Return Party”. He and Lance had nothing to do except wait until they’d gotten the call from Pidge that they were allowed to return. She didn’t need to call. The pair of them had only gone as far as the back lawn, Lance lamenting over the state of his garden and Keith annoyed his sleep had been interrupted after being sick the previous night.

Playing up the surprise theme, they both had their eyes covered, then were led into the living room. The space had been transformed. A Christmas tree up. Stockings hung. Presents piled up on the coffee table. Kosmo dressed in a reindeer outfit with Blue glaring from her cat tree, not pleased to be dressed as an elf. Okay. So maybe their friends got a pass because of the theme. Wearing a hideous green sweater, Pidge beamed as she waved her arm to gesture to where “Merry Christmas” hung over the fireplace

“Ta-dah! It’s our Christmas do over! I know! I have the most amazing ideas!”

Keith didn’t bother correcting Pidge about it being Lance’s hope to recreate Christmas

“Guys! This is...”

Lance rushed Hunk, throwing his arms around him. Hunk sweeping Lance up with a chuckle

“Merry Christmas, bud!”

“I love you! Oh my god! I can finally give you guys your Christmas presents! And I can finally give you your birthday present! Please tell me we’re celebrating your birthday!?”

Hunk laughed awkwardly as he set Lance down

“Nah, it’s...”

Lance cut Hunk off

“Don’t you dare think you’re getting out of this. I was the worst friend in human history and didn’t call for your birthday!”

“It’s wasn’t...”

Great. Lance was being hyperactive... Seeing his boyfriend hadn’t stopped cleaning until nearly 1am, Lance had too much happiness and energy...

“Nope. Okay. Keith, can you grab Mami’s bag for me? I’ll grab everyone else’s presents...”

That seemed a lot of work and everyone seemed to have forgotten to give him his coffee. Blankly staring, he hadn’t realised Matt was wearing a set of ridiculous antlers on his head, or that Curtis and Shiro were there. Baubles hanging on Curtis’s horns. Groaning, Keith bumped into Matt as he went to turn, not really sure where to go

“Pidge, did you kick Keith out without his coffee?”

Pidge cackled

“Maybe?”

Always loud, Matt started yelling

“Guys! We’ve got a Keith without coffee! I repeat; We’ve got a Keith without coffee! It’s a category three disaster in the making!”

Pidge confessing

“It’s not that we didn’t make him coffee... I forgot and drank it myself”

Well “fuck you” to Pidge. He deserved his coffee. He’d barely got his morning pee in before they were tossed out. No wonder he’d been so sleepy and useless as Lance talked

“Don’t worry, bro. I’ve got you. Double shot topped with tequila, right?”

“Fuck off and get fleas”

Matt laughed at him. Too many people were laughing. Not enough coffee to upright. Lance moved from Hunk to his side, kissing Keith on the cheek

“I’ll put the coffee maker on for you. Don’t worry about Mami’s bag, I’ll grab it. You just focus on your coffee”

Lance hadn’t eaten either, Keith trying to remind him

“Food... you?”

“Yep. Gimme a bit”

Caffeinated Keith perked up. He’d been worried about them coming home, Lance admitting he feared the house would no longer feel like his after all the time he’s spent away from it. So when Lance had gone on a cleaning frenzy, Keith hadn’t interrupted. He’d let Lance do what he needed, despite the fact his boyfriend hadn’t been happy until late in the night and Keith just wanted to go bed several hours earlier. Seeing Lance happy felt right. He knew some of it was an act. And he’d noticed the occasional jolt in Lance’s moves as if he was forcing himself to move, but there was definitely something there that told him Lance felt more at ease than he had in a long time.

Disappearing, Lance returned with his arms laden with presents. Keith immediately trying to help. Vampire or not, Lance shouldn’t be moving heavy things around. His boyfriend laughing as he tried to protest the fact. With the size of Lance’s present pile, Keith couldn’t help but be conscious of the fact his own was tiny in comparison. His nerves over gifting left his stomach rolling, with a cold sweat across his forehead. He’d tried to gift shop on his own as much as possible, but with Rome being Rome and the daily repetition of the council meeting... No. He was making excuses. He’d sucked at gift giving for the others because his head was filled with how much he missed Lance.

Setting the presents down, Keith noticed then that a whole bunch were for Shiro. 7 wrapped all the same way, seemingly from each of them

“Is that everything? Because I want to open my presents already!”

Lance shook his head at Pidge

“Not quite. You’ll have to be patient a little longer, Pidgeon”

Shiro gaped at Lance, Keith kind of feeling the same way. Their Christmas’s were never like this. Staring at their friends group. His brain supplied an unwanted thought. Pidge was a girl and Hunk was a boy. Rieva was a girl and Matt was a boy. Was this party extra important because Lance had already thought about them? That they could be hurt? Or was it just him over thinking things? Pulling the top present off the pile, Pidge threw it at Shiro

“How can that not be everything? And why is there so many presents for Shiro?!”

Lance chuckled at their impatient Gremlin. Pidge seemed mortally wounded at the stack for Shiro

“Mami bought you all presents. Just small things from Cuba. We weren’t sure when we’d be allowed back, so we hit the markets in case we could come back for Christmas. It’s not much, but she did try to think of you all”

“Do you want me to...”

Lance sighed with a roll of his eyes at Keith’s offer

“Babe, sit down already. You’re being overly attentive. I can still do things like face the stairs”

“Okay. I just thought...”

“Stop thinking and sit down. Pidge will divide the presents up. Hunk, do you need any help bringing things in from the kitchen?”

“I’ve got it! But... uh... Bud, please be careful on the stairs”

Matt nodded quickly

“Maybe Keith and Hunk have a point, dude? You don’t have a great track record with the stairs”

The look Lance gave everyone spoke volumes. The stairs were now a forbidden topic that he didn’t want to be reminded about again. He’d healed from falling down them, and they’d all be in the shit if they started fussing over him. Keith felt goosebumps erupt at the look. Swallowing hard, Keith couldn’t remember the last time he’d shut up by a single scathing look like that from his boyfriend. He couldn’t help the almost phobia he’d developed over Lance and stairs. Especially with two very special passengers on board.

With Lance upstairs, Pidge went about dividing out presents, asking as she did

“So when are we going to hear all about Rome?”

Keith shrugged. He supposed Pidge and Hunk had been super anxious in their absence, but the topic of conversation had kind of fizzled out

“When Lance hears about Rome? I don’t know. All I can tell you is that he’s safe”

Pidge huffed, pausing mid-sorting to look up at Keith

“I can see that. I mean, like, is he really safe? We were talking with Shay, and she’s worried about him too. He seems happy but I don’t know. He wasn’t that happy when he came back”

Keith was surprised when Rieva answered

“In his defence, he was exhausted. Physically and mentally. Matt getting us kicked out of Cuba wasn’t on the plans. He’d had a very long day”

Pidge sighed

“I wish we got to go with him”

Lance had been so very missed by his two best friends

“Lance would have loved to have you guys there, but he couldn’t tell anyone he was down there in case you guys were contacted or in danger”

Matt added unnecessarily

“Yeah. Listen to Keith. The first thing he did was lose his shoes, then he made Lance cry. Boyfriend of the... ow!”

Rieva elbowed her boyfriend in the ribs

“Keith was under a lot of stress too. You guys should have seen him. He barely kept his temper under check, too impatient to be back with Lance”

Shiro chuckled

“You guys should have seen him in Rome after you left. I think he must have packed and unpacked a hundred times so he’d have something to do before his flight”

“That’s true. I don’t think he slept the night before he left. I worried about letting him on a public flight with how much coffee he’d had”

Now Curtis was teasing him. Keith looked to Hunk

“Don’t worry, man. We all know how in love with Lance you are”

“The only couple more loved up than you guys are Hunk and Shay. Oh! I forgot to tell you, Shay totally knows everything!”

Pidge dropping a bombshell like that had him, Curtis, and Shiro, all shocked as they looked to Pidge

“What do you mean she knows?”

“Apparently Hunk gets blabber mouth after sex”

Hunk blushed so deep a red, Keith was surprised his head didn’t pop

“It’s... not... I didn’t... Pidge!”

Pidge laughed at Hunk, resuming present sorting

“I’m not judging, but I think you could have picked a better time to tell her vampires and werewolves were real”

“It’s not my fault! She’s... Lance wanted to tell her!”

Okay... but if Shay knew, that led to an important question

“If Shay’s in the loop now, why isn’t she here?”

“Because she’s working. I tried to get her to swap shift. Plus, he didn’t tell her Lance was up the duff with twins. Nice going with that. You and your wonder sperm”

That wasn’t entirely his fault. It was. And took full responsibility, but he still wasn’t sure how it happened. Snarking back at Pidge, he felt defensive of Lance who wasn’t there to stick up for himself

“They were a complete surprise. We’d only just gotten around having one, let alone two. There’s nothing wrong with Lance being pregnant or the twins”

Sensing a potential fight, Shiro forced a laugh

“Leave him alone. He’s super excited about the twins. And frankly, I think we’re all looking forward to meeting them. It gives us something good to focus on”

“I hope you remember that the first time you change a shitty nappy, Uncle Shiro”

Coming back into the room, Lance had much smaller gifts this time, as well as an envelope with something in it that Keith couldn’t help but cock his head at

“What’s that?”

“I don’t know. It’s to you, from Krolia. I found it in my room when I was looking for my phone. I guess it’s a present or something”

That sounded just like this mother. How hard was it to shove something into his hands awkwardly and change topic? It’d worked well for Shiro and Adam. They didn’t make him awkwardly exchange gifts

“Of course she can’t just give it to me like a normal person”

Lance smiled, he could because he faked out of the cake with nausea. Not completely fake, but the only smart move that wouldn’t make Krolia angry or suspicious

“Be nice. I’m sure she didn’t mean to give you guys food poisoning. Anyway. We got these in Cuba. When I still could go out and stuff. They’re not much, but each is heart felt. Mami loved all of you. She loved the bond between Shiro and Keith. She loved how mischievous our little Gremlin was. She whole heartedly agreed that Hunk was like sunshine whenever he’s around. She thought Matt... was a bit... weird, but in a good way. Curtis, you may as well have been my actual cousin. I think she might have even slipped up and said you were. And she found you very exotic and mysterious Rieva. She was very upset that someone would ever hurt you. Mami was a lot better at a lot of things than I am. I guess... I know this might be selfish, but these are the last presents from her. I guess it’d make me happy to know that you’re taking care of them... and... she just loved you all so much. I made on my own for so long, but... she was so grateful I had all of you in my life. She always worried what would become of me after she passed... I know she made Keith swear to be there... but... I really did miss you guys... I’m sorry my anxiety was so shit I couldn’t talk... and I was so scared you’d all never want to talk to me because I had to lie so much... I hated lying to you. I did...”

Keith was the first to move, but they all kind of moved as group. Lance forced into being hugged by the lot of them

“You are the biggest undead idiot around!”

“Oh, man! You’re my brother!”

“You’re part of my pack! We’ll never leave you alone!”

“Group hug!”

The words fell over each other. Lance’s sniffles turned to laughter. Keith not too happy that his boyfriend was being squashed, and that he was being squashed as he tried to protect Lance’s bump, but at the same time he was overwhelmingly happy that they were all together again. Mami knew someday she’d pass, and had entrusted him with being there for Lance. She’d left Lance, but no matter how far their little family split or went, they’d always have each other when they needed someone.

“Okay! Off! You’re going to crush me and the twins!”

Lance gave them a few long moments. Everyone other than Pidge and Keith let go, Pidge poking her tongue at Keith

“He’s my brother. You have to share”

“I’ve already shared enough. Now take your paws off him”

“Laaaaance, Keith is being mean”

“I’m sorry, but he does have a point. Your hugging my belly. Squeeze too hard and I might throw up”

Pidge wrinkled her nose as she let go

“Curse you vomit. Next time I shall have my hugs”

Lance smiled at her fondly

“Will you settle for me sitting between you and Keith?”

“Fine. Now hurry up. I’ve been dying waiting for this”

“Okay. Okay. Calm down. You do know this is Keith’s first Christmas with us. You’re going to have to be nice”

Lance sounded like a dad scolding this hyperactive daughter. Keith clueless to what they were on about

“He snoozes, he loses. Them’s the rules”

“Be nice!”

Opening their presents was a thing. A very different thing than living with Shiro and Adam. They did small gifts, lunch if they didn’t have to work, and movies after work which usually involved falling asleep on the sofa. That was not the case here. Seeing Pidge was so damn excitable she went first, opening all her but one of her gifts before it moved onto Hunk next, and so on around their circle of friends. Lance took his time to explain that normally on Christmas Day he’d be in Platt with Mami until the evening, then they’d do presents at his place. That didn’t explain what was coming after the present part... which he was honestly more nervous about than his own gifts, which were more or less trinkety things from Rome, apart from his gift to Lance which was an old fashioned wrist watch he’d found in an antiques store. He wasn’t sure if Lance would love it, but he seemed to as he was made to help put it on his boyfriend’s wrist almost immediately after opening. Lance’s gift to him was a vintage camera that probably cost a fair bit. His boyfriend also sourcing the film for it, which Pidge laughed over being antiquated and all that.

They all seemed on the same wavelength about keeping Miriam’s gifts until last. Shiro buried under a pile of ugly sweater that Curtis found hilarious, as he’d known about them. Down to Miriam’s presents, they all fell kind of quiet, appreciating that Mami had thought of them all. Keith couldn’t help but not want to open the lovingly wrapped gift. Hunk and Pidge had gifted him a new kitchen knife and a coffee cup. Shiro’d already given him his gift Christmas Day, a new clip on cover for his personal phone so he’d be able to wear it on his Blade suit seeing they’d both probably stick with the Blade suits despite being full time hunters for Coran.

Watching Lance, his boyfriend ran his fingers over the small gift in his hands. Eyes growing teary

“Sorry. I already know what it is... but... She was really happy picking out presents. Honestly, if I’d left her unsupervised your gifts wouldn’t have been quite PG”

“It’s okay, babe. We don’t have to open them right now if it’s too much”

“Nah. She wanted you to have them for Christmas. She’d want you to open them and to smile as you did”

“Should I go first?”

Lance nodded, wiping at his eyes

“Yeah. Sorry... God... we haven’t even gotten to Hunk’s birthday presents and I’m a mess. Mami’s birthday present to you is in there too. I rewrapped them after... so they’d stay together. That’s why your present is a little larger than the rest of ours”

There were still two other presents that hadn’t been handed out sitting on the coffee table. Pidge had left them, Keith didn’t know why. Making to sling his arm around his boyfriend, he used the reposition to see they were to both he and Lance from Miriam. Lance had mentioned she had presents for the twins. It must be those

“Come on, Keith. You said you’d go first”

Keith ignored Pidge. He only had one hand free unless he wanted to put Lance in a choke hold. Thank god he was ambidextrous. Pulling the paper away from the tape, something small dropped into his lap. Picking it up, he realised it was a red stone pendant

“She knew you loved the colour red. It was what caught her eye first at the stall. All our gifts are similar. If you tilt it you can see cat in there. It’s like micro etched in. Mine has a fish. Shiro’s I think is a tiger...”

Keith interrupted. He wasn’t really a pendant kind of person, but this was one of the most heartfelt gifts he’d been given in his life. He wanted Lance to know he appreciated it

“Do the clip for me?”

“Sure. You guys can open yours. No trades or swapsies. She picked each thinking of you”

Rieva and Matt both had wolves with mother of pearl inlay. Curtis’s was a white shiny stone that kind of looked like a pearl. Lance said it was made from a polished tooth, Keith immediately glad he hadn’t met anything in Cuba with teeth a big, and that he hadn’t said he thought it was a stone. Shiro’s stone was black, Keith thought it looked more like a Lion than a tiger, a bigger cat than his, his was cooler because it was red. Hunk’s yellow stone had a sun. Pidge’s green stone a leaf. And Lance’s blue pendant was indeed etched with a fish.

Other than the two presents on the table, Keith thought the line of gifts had come to an end. Picking up both presents, he passed one to Lance, who seemed to be attempting to go cross eyed looking down at his pendant

“Babe, these are the last two from Mami”

“Oh. What. Oh... technically there’s a gift for Allura, Coran, and Krolia... but they’re not here...”

Pidge scrambled to her feet, holding her hands out as if trying to stop them from ripping into the last two presents

“Wait! There’s another two presents from me and Hunk... well, Shiro chipped in, and Curtis helped... hold on. Do we do this now?”

Pidge looked to the group, Matt rolling his eyes at his sister. Keith was slightly jealous of how much energy Pidge had. Then again, she’d probably had a propers night sleep and more coffee than him

“Go on. I know you’ve been dying to show them all fucking week”

Keith playing along with Matt, trying to sound serious and not half an emotional wreck over all the thought behind each present

“Should we be worried?”

“Ha! Rude! Okay. We’ll do the one for Lance first, then we’ll do Keith’s because his bigger”

Matt groaned

“Why don’t you just tell them already, big mouth?”

“Shut it, you. Okay. So, like, this ones from the group. Coran totally helped out. Then it took hours to get it right... wait here”

Climbing on the sofa, rather than going around, Hunk was smacked in the head as Pidge pulled out a ridiculously large flat gift

“Pidge!”

“Sorry! It’s not like you were using your head anyway. Okay. We kind of had the idea but we changed it, and anyway...”

“Dear Sister of Mine, you are babbling. Pass it over. You didn’t even show us before you wrapped it”

“Shut up! I’m trying to do this right. Okay, so you guys are probably better standing up for this. It’s kind of big”

“It’s nearly as big as you”

Matt’s joke earned him a kick in the shin and a huff from Pidge.

Getting to their feet, neither of them knew what to expect. If it was a gift from Pidge it’d either be tech based, or some kind o explosion for leaving Garrison for as long as they had. Rieva suggesting

“Why don’t you let Keith hold it while Lance opens it?”

Pidge snapping back

“I was going to do that! Here. Don’t you dare drop it”

Passing the gift over, Keith could feel what felt like a frame through the wrapping paper. Lance on the same wavelength as him

“It’s not going to blow up, is it?”

“Rude. A lot of love went into this. And we totally ripped off Keith’s idea. Now open it already!”

Lance started with a small rip, then all but tore the paper apart. Eyes filling with tears that made Keith look down to realise what it was

“We got the footage from Coran. It took ages to clean it up and pick the right shot

“Mami’s first scan...”

Okay. So that was it was. Keith wasn’t that great at picking that up from upside down

“Yep. And then down the bottom it’s got us, because we’re the bestest friends ever. We wanted to get you something big to remember it by... it was going to be of us camping until... Mami passed. Do you like it?”

Lance nodded as he covered his face, Keith would have put the frame down but he kind of didn’t know how to, or where to put it

“I do... Guys... thanks... I...”

Lance fleeing wasn’t what he saw coming. Turning, Lance jogged from the room. Keith handing the frame to Hunk, intending to go after his boyfriend. Shiro stopping him before he could

“Why don’t you let Hunk and Pidge go talk with him? He’s missed them. We can work out how to hang the frame”

“But...”

But he was Lance’s boyfriend. Plus he kind of needed a break too. Everything was a lot and a lot at once. Matt lifted the photo frame off Hunk

“Keith, they’ve got this. He’s out the back, if you want to guys want to go. We’ve got this”

Shiro sided with Matt

“It’ll be a good chance to show Lance we can handle putting the nursery together”

Keith unconvinced that they could, yet... Pidge and Hunk had really missed Lance. He’d let them go this time, but next time he wasn’t being swayed so easily

“Go. But go easy on him. His anxiety levels have been pretty high”

Pidge rolled her eyes at him

“We’ve got this. Personally I’m more concerned with how you losers are going to hang the frame up. If you break it, I’ll castrate you all”

Shiro saluted Pidge. Keith internally groaning at his brother feeding the Gremlin’s ego

“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am!”

“That’s more like it. And don’t make a mess! Come on, Hunk, our bestie needs us”

#once bitten twice stupid #oncebittentwicestupod #ashratherose

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penaltbox · 5 years

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idk if you’d want to write this or not but maybe something about how ryder would react to a baby during college? 🥺🥺🥺

“You’re what?” He asks, his eyes widening quickly. Ryder was floored when you told him the news that you were expecting and it doesn’t surprise you. It was just as shocking to you and you were so worried about what would happen next. He takes a deep breath, running a hand through his hair, “holy shit. I feel like I’m gonna be sick.”

He sits quickly on his bed and looks up at you with a scared look. You know exactly how he was feeling in that moment and it was something that took you a couple days to process. It was his turn now to wrap his head around the news.

“I don’t know what to do, Ryder,” you say quietly, hoping he has some sort of advice for the whole thing.

He takes a deep breath, reaching for your hands, “we can figure this out. I’m not losing you and it’s not going to be easy, but we can do this.”

And so you did. Freshman year blurred by with appointments, arguing over names, and finally coming to terms with it all. By July you had a new member to add to the Donovan family and it changed your world. Neither of your parents had loved the situation, but their moods changed quickly once he was born.

With so many people wrapped around his little finger back in Minnesota, Noah got to take on Madison once the school year started back up. He got to attend games once he was a little bigger and the final home game of the season happened to be the same day Noah turned 7 months old. You couldn’t believe how quickly it went by and how much he’d grown.

You stand at the glass, Noah tucked on your hip as you wait for warmups to start. Noah babbles, drooling a little considering he was starting to teeth big time. You wipe his chin with the burp rag and tap on the glass, getting him to look at the ice.

“Where’s daddy? You ready to see him?” You ask, watching Noah look around the room frantically for Ryder.

He’s close enough to slap the glass himself a couple times, giggling as he does it. You shift him to the other hip as the boys skate out and Noah is quick to turn his head and watch the blur of people skating by. He’d been around this enough to be somewhat familiar with it.

Ryder skates over immediately, pulling his glove off and smacking the glass. He lifts the cage up on his helmet so Noah can recognize him better and the smile he gives Ryder melts your heart. Unfortunately Ryder has to skate away and Noah pouts up at you, bottom lip quivering a little.

“Oh, I know bubba. Mommy wants to see him longer too, but we have to wait until his game is over.”

You make it back to your seat and get settled in, putting earmuffs on Noah so the game isn’t too loud. He settles into your lap, a teether and his pacifier luckily holding his attention for the majority of the game.

He must realize he doesn’t have to go to bed like normal because he’s standing and bouncing on your lap when the game ends. You have no energy to walk out onto the concourse and instead wait for Ryder to come find you two.

It takes much longer than you expected but he shows eventually, walking down the steps and into the row in front of you. Now that he doesn’t have earmuffs on, Noah is well aware of everything going on except for Ryder moving closer.

“Noah!” Ryder calls from about half a dozen seats away.

It startles the tiny boy and he gets crocodile tears in his eyes right away. Ryder hurries over, apologizing profusely as Noah reaches for him with a cry. He scoops up his baby and cradles him to his chest, working on calming him down quickly.

“Good one, Rydes. Making him cry when he’s already overtired,” you tease, leaning forward for a kiss.

Ryder smiles against your lips, “hush, I feel bad enough. You know I hate seeing him cry.”

You lean back in your seat, watching Noah squirm in Ryder’s arms. Ryder lifts him up above his head before bringing him back down to kiss his cheek and lift him up again quickly. He does it a few times, earning plenty of giggles from Noah.

“How did I get so lucky?” You wonder out loud, catching Ryder’s attention.

He winks at you and hands Noah back over so he can grab the baby carrier strapped onto himself. You help slide Noah in, getting him adjust and slipping his pacifier in his mouth. He fusses for a few seconds as Ryder bounces gently, one hand patting Noah’s back.

“I swear he falls asleep better like this than rocking him at home,” Ryder says quietly, watching Noah finally start to fall asleep.

“I think it’s because you always do it. He falls asleep better for you than for me,” you say, always a little envious that Noah went down so easily for Ryder.

You finally muster up some energy and leave the rink, heading right back to your apartment instead of going out like the rest of the boys. Once you’re home you both get Noah tucked into bed before cleaning up a few things and getting ready to head to your own bed.

Ryder steps out of the bathroom, finding you sitting up in bed and scrolling through something on your phone, “what are you looking at? You look sad.”

“I’m looking at his newborn pictures,” you look up at Ryder, tears clouding your vision. Ever since having Noah it didn’t take much for you to get emotional and realizing how much he’d grown already was doing you in.

“Baby,” Ryder laughs a little, climbing into bed next to you, “it’s okay. I know it’s crazy that he’s getting bigger, but that’s fun, too. He’s so smart and he keeps babbling so much that one of these days he’s just going to say a full sentence I swear.”

You nod, wiping at your tears and leaning into Ryder as he wraps his arms tight around you, “I know but he’s my baby. We had so many sleepless nights at first and now he doesn’t even wake up most of the time at night.”

“Are you sad because you’re not as sleep deprived?” He asks, kissing your cheek and looking at the pictures with you.

“No, but it’s like he doesn’t need me as much anymore. One day he won’t need me at all,” you pout, even though you knew you were being ridiculous.

Ryder shakes his head, saying, “that’s not true at all. Trust me, boys always need their moms. Noah will always need you in his life. He might like me, but we know he’s a momma’s boy deep down. Who does he reach for when he starts crying?”

“You!” You huff, looking over at him like he was crazy.

“After my games maybe. What about when Shay or any of the guys steal him from us? Who does he reach for when he wants to come back?”

You look down, quietly mumbling, “me, I guess.”

“Cause you’re his mom. He knows you’re his safe place. You’re where he gets to go and just relax. He loves you,” he explains.

You’re so thankful Ryder has the patience he does otherwise you don’t think you’d have made it as long as you had as a young mom.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” you shrug.

“He needs you and he loves you. So do I,” he smiles, leaning in to kiss you softly.

You kiss him back, one hand gently cupping his cheek. You hoped he knew how much you needed and loved him, too.

#ryder donovan #mine #my blurbs #baby fever

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harveywritings92 · 5 years

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You realize you love them/they realize they love you : Shay, Jacob, Connor

Jacob (Disraeli's Maid! Reader): He thought he'd seen everything London had to offer, boy was he wrong! Jacob also never believed in love at first sight that was until he met Y/n... it was after he was asked to rescue Mrs. Disraeli's dog she was just so thankful to have her puppy back that she ask Jacob over for lunch as gratitude, the male Frye twin was initially nervous when he arrived at the states man's estate not sure what to expect, as he knocked on the door and was greeted by what he believed to be an angel.

She was around his age was y/ht/wt with pretty y/ec eyes that regarded him curiously and her y/hl/hc was put up in a proper bun. "Can I help you sir?" she asked her voice soft and calming. "Erm... *ahem* Mrs. Disraeli is expecting me, Jacob Frye?" the Assassin said trying not to stutter "Ah, yes she was just telling me about you..."The y/nat said moving aside to let him in "Good things I hope?" Jacob's heart sped up as he followed the woman who he finally noticed was a maid and was a little concerned when she didn't answer him right away.

"Well, she said you were...spirited." Jacob wanted to know what else was said about him just to just hear the young lady's voice. but they'd arrived at the sitting room. "A Mister Frye to see you ma'am" the maid said as Mrs. Disraeli got up from her seat. "Mr. Frye so good see you again! Thank you Y/n dear." the y/nat woman bowed and left them noticing Jacob's eyes following her.

"So, her name's Y/n..." he hummed getting the viscountess's attention who smirked seeing the love sick expression on the young man's face. "She's single just to let you know Mr. Frye." that caused him snap out of his little bubble. "I'm not sure what you're talking about ma'am." Jacob said ears pink from the realization that the older woman onto to him, while at the same time he was trying to figure out how someone like Y/n wasn't already spoken for?

How you realized you love him: At the wee start of their relationship Jacob started to blow Y/n off to be with this older well off woman by the name of Pearl Attaway, much to maid's distress.

The Rooks told her not to worry it was strictly professional, Y/n wanted to believe that! She even forgave him the first time he stood her up and the second, but when he didn't bother to seek her out when he left her stranded the other times it was then that Y/n got the message that she was just a fling!

Jacob used to sneak up and sit on her window sill to talk to her some nights, now she's lucky if she even sees him at all, and when she does all he talks about is Pearl!

It shouldn't have bothered Y/n this much but it did, Jacob was the first man to break her walls, she let him in and showed him an energetic and mischievous side of herself she rarely shows to others...

Y/n's heart throbbed painfully as she brought a hand to her chest as she came to a startling conclusion that she was in love Jacob! But what was the point? he certainly didn't love her!

Y/n usually composed face dropped into sadness as the dam finally broke as tears fell down her face, she sobbed into her pillow she heard her window click open she looked up to see Jacob standing halfway in her room.

"Come to tell me about how bloody great Pearl is?" she spat through sobs while getting off her bed as the hazel eyed man tried to say something but noting came out, it was then Y/n noticed his dejected look.

"Oh did she dumped you? Oh poor Jacob Frye, thrown away like yesterdays newspaper!" she jeered jabbing her finger in his chest as Jacob just stood there not reacting at all he knows he deserves this, what he certainly doesn't deserve was Y/n...

How many times did he leave her out and alone, in favor of acting like Pearl's lapdog? "Well?! let's hear it!?" Y/n voice snapped him out of his trance. "I'm sorry." Was all he said seemly upsetting her farther "Get out." Y/n hissed Jacob didn't budge "I said get out!" the maid to tried shove him which was futile, "I'm Sorry." He repeated the y/nat woman's shoves were getting weaker.

Jacob wrapped his arms around her. "I'm Sorry...Y/n you'll never know how how regretful I am about this whole mess." He kissed her hair as she quietly whimpered deciding now wasn't the time to think about love and unrequited feelings, as Jacob kept apologizing promising that he won't push her aside like that again...

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Shay: To be honest he hadn't thought that he would see Y/n again after the first time they met, but he kept catching glances or accidentally running into the y/ht woman around New York that slowly found himself becoming increasingly attached to her.

Often thinking of her while on high risk missions, looking at trinkets or flowers on his down time wondering if she'd like that sort of thing? He still had to thank her for hiding him from those bounty hunters. "You're thinking about her again." Gist stated pulling Shay from his thoughts the Irishman looked at him bemused.

"Thinking about who?"

"That girl back in New York, Y/n?"

"What about her?"

"Don't play coy I know what's going on."

Shay brows furrowed obviously frustrated of being left out of the loop. "What's going on? what are you on about?" Gist's smirk dropped they were silent for a moment as Gist awkwardly laughed thinking Shay messing with him, when he realized the Irishman wasn't laughing, the surveyor's eyes bugged out of his skull. "Y'mean you two aren't lovers?" Gist blurted out stunned while Shay face went fifty shades of red as he form a sentence. "No! She's not.......we're no--" then it hit him like a cannonball "Cac.*shit*" he was in love.

How you realized you love him: Y/n was exploring New York in a way she never thought possible from the rooftops, she picked up enough watching Shay monkey around the walls and figured if he can do it so can she! The y/nat woman was careful avoiding guards and curiously watching out for any gang members as she hopped roof to roof before spying a familiar black and red coat down in the streets, Shay and Gist were training down below and Y/n decided to take a break as she watched them curiously.

Y/n was spellbound as she watched the two men spar, She's never seen the Irishman in a fight before, Shay told her he was a mercenary that's why he called out a lot it always intrigued her or rather Shay always intrigued her, He was mysterious,cunning strong and clever... and wasn't half bad to look at...her heart started speeding up as she watched Shay smile as he helped Gist to his feet after knocking him on his ass,

*He's got a pretty smile...I wonder if he's marr-* Y/n mentally slapped herself for thinking that sort of thing, while she was distracted by the men Y/n hadn't noticed the guard on the neighboring roof who noticed her legs hanging off the side. "Get DOWN!" he snarled scaring the woman half to death as her weight shifted causing Y/n to fall of the roof! she squeaked closing her eyes waiting for the impact.

Only to hear a grunt as someone caught her, Y/n was shaking as who caught tightened their arms around her. "Yer alright lass I got ya..." a familiar voice soothed causing her to open her eyes to see Shay looking at her concerned.

He then slowly looked up from where she fell from and narrow his eyes at the guard above who just sneered before returning to his rounds. "Um, Shay could you put me down now?" Y/n asked trying to keep her heart steady as the Irishman looked unsure as he set her down.

Y/n's legs felt like jelly as she tried to stand, Shay's arm was back around her in seconds before finding herself on the Irishman's back, Y/n's face was aflame as all those thoughts she had about Shay returned with reckoning...as she kept asking her self why? Why did she have to be in love with Shay? All while he carried her back to her home unaware of her inner turmoil.

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Connor [Albino! Native reader]: It was two years into his assassin training... He thought he was sick at first, everytime he was near Otis'tsa his heart would speed up, his knees would shake and his stomach would do flops, it would only go away when she was out of sight...

It got so bad that he finally went to Achilles for help, he having tea with Catherine and Diana, when Connor awkwardly walked in and just told the old man what was wrong with him, the women aww'd and giggled at him confusing the boy farther, as Achilles got this distant nostalgic look on his face. "Ah...I know what's going on, Nothing wrong with ya boy." he sighed as he looked out the window.

"Sometimes I look back... I can still feel that moment when saw her back then, her smile always seem to warm me up on the coldest days, Her laughter *sigh* That was something to write songs about, She was the morning to my night... She still is." he smiled as Catherine and Diana were both crying excusing themselves to go find their husbands, while misty eyed Connor wiped a rogue tear away. "Old man... that was beautiful" the teen croaked trying not to sob.

"Love is, but it's also painful..." Achilles hummed before excusing himself Leaving Connor to come to terms with this revelation just as Otis'tsa walked in "I'm home!" she called then noticed her friend sitting at the dining room table.

"Oh Ratonhnhaké:ton I-" her brow furrowed as she noticed his red eyes and runny nose "...Have you been crying?" she asked baffled the color drained from the native boy's face "No, it's just dusty in here!" he said before the native girl could blink, Connor ran upstairs to his room leaving Otis'tsa confused.

How you realized you love him : Otis'tsa was upset leaving the tavern, Jamie followed her as he was the only who noticed she left, he caught to the livid albino. "Are you alight miss Y/n?" he asked the y/ht woman looked at him as angry tears welled her eyes "I'm fine!" She huffed the bearded man wasn't sold. "You certainly don't sound it." he said handing her a handkerchief.

The native woman wiped her eyes mumbled something in Kanienʼkéha before giving Jamie back his handkerchief. He let her unload what had transpired in the tavern how she heard Connor talking to Dobby and the subject of marriage and 'settling down' came up at first it seemed harmless Connor told her that he wasn't really thinking about that sort of commitment at the moment, then the Irishwoman dropped this little gem.

"Well then, when this is all over give me the first crack." which the native man happily agreed to! in seconds of hearing that Otis'sa's chest felt tight and she had the suddenly felt like she needed to get out of there. "I don't understand it Jamie, he's my best friend!" She hand a hand through her white hair "I should be happy, he's thinking of something beside assassin work!" she sighed staring morosely at some kids playing in the street.

"Have you ever consider that maybe your feelings for Connor have change to something more then just friendship?" Jamie asked awkwardly rubbing the back of his head and like that the world seem to come to a screeching halt as Otis'tsa's mind slowly replayed what Jamie had said the native woman started realizing that he may be right...

She hadn't even heard said recruit calling her while snapping his fingers. "Miss Y/n? Miss Y/n are you in there?" he called snapping her out f her trance. "huh?" she squeaked as her red eyes locked on to him. "We should get you back to the tavern-" the albino recoiled at the thought of seeing Connor right now.

"No!" Jamie looked at her surprised. "I-I mean no thanks I'm heading back to the Aquila I'm tired, I'm really tired." She said running off before Jamie could saying anything. Otisa'tsa face felt hot she knew it was red and pulled her hood up to hide it, as she got to the harbor Faulkner asked where Connor was? She kept her head down and stuttered something about him still being in the tavern before going to bed heart racing wondering how she was ever going to look Connor in the eye again?

#assassin's creed x reader #assassin's creed syndicate #assassin's creed 3 #Assassin's creed rogue #Shay Cormac #ratohnhaké:ton #connor kenway #Jacob Frye

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projectomerta · 4 years

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Kindred Souls - Final Chapter (14): Departure

It’s the last one. Hope ya’ll liked it :)

Fandom: Assassin’s Creed

Words: 1875

“Fuck!”

Wá:ri woke up as she fell out of bed. She sat up and felt the scar on her forehead. She could feel a bump too. Dismissing all of that, she got up and got properly dressed, it was an important day, after all. Living in the Rhodes manor for that past month had been bittersweet, but that too ended that day.

She went to the living room to have breakfast. A maid stopped to greet her before she got there. “Good morning, Miss.” The maid started, “The Young Master is eating already.”

“Good morning, Matilda.” Wá:ri greeted. “It’s just ‘Master’ now, get used to it.” Both them chuckled at each other, and Wá:ri finally sat down to eat.

“Good morning, Robbie.” Wá:ri waved.

Her brother nodded. Wá:ri still couldn’t look at the wound on Robbie’s neck without feeling guilty for it. He still couldn’t speak, or at least not clearly, so he chose not to do so most of the time. She didn’t regret what she had done, but she certainly didn’t feel good about it. But alas, it was done.

When Wá:ri finished eating, she heard Matilda opening the door and talking to someone.

“Oh, Mr. Shay. Please come in, they shouldn’t take long.”

Wá:ri approached Shay as Matilda went upstairs. “Good morning, Lass.” Shay told her.

“Hello.” She reciprocated.

Wá:ri noticed Shay looking attentive at her forehead, much like her brother was doing earlier. “What is i-”

“Did you fall off the bed again?” Shay interrupted.

“...” She hesitated. “Yes.” Wá:ri saw Shay furrowing his eyebrow and knew exactly what he wanted to know. “Yes, I had nightmares again.”

He sighed, knowing well how it felt to be in her position. He hugged her and kissed her forehead. They both wanted to stay like that for a bit, but they let go when they heard Robbie and Matilda coming down the stairs.

“Ah, the man of the day.” Shay exclaimed, as they shook hands. “Are you ready?”

Robbie nodded with a smile on his face. Wá:ri too had a smile on her face from seeing that interaction. The first time they’d met after Shay shot Robbie, she was nervous of what her brother’s reaction would be, but he was surprisingly understanding, and even tried speaking. Though he couldn't, they could make out what he meant from reading his lips - “It’s fine…” She had thought it would have been hopeless for Robbie to forgive her, let alone Shay, so it was shocking, in a good way. With that, they left.

Just like that, Wá:ri found herself in the place where it had all begun, a little over a month before then - Collins’ house. It was a place where she’d been both a prisoner and a resident, for a few days. Funnily enough, instead of the bittersweet feeling of the Rhodes manor, it felt cozy, for some reason. Shay knocked on the door and a few seconds later, someone came to the door.

A maid appeared and smiled at them before turning to someone in the house. “Master Collins? Mr. Shay and the Rhodes are here.”

“Oh, good. I’m on my way,” Collins responded. “Hello. Come in!”

Collins greeted all of them on the way in, but when it came to Wá:ri’s turn, she couldn’t help but avoid looking him in the eyes. There, inside the house, they went to the living room, while Wá:ri stood just outside, listening. A few people were already sitting down and a few papers were sitting on the table, near a vacant seat. They greeted the five gentlemen from afar and Collins apologized for Robbie not being able to speak. When the three of them sat down, someone immediately asked a question: “So, why are we here, Collins?”

“Well, Robbie here is the head of the Rhodes family.” Collins started. “With the unfortunate deaths of his father and older siblings, he had to take on the task of carrying on the family business.”

“How does that concern us?” Another man asked.

“Well, Myers, Hughes and Hill are gone as well and of those three only Hughes had a successor. His daughter is taking up the family business.” He paused, now speaking to everyone. “The boy is merely seventeen and I can assure you that he was raised to one day serve this purpose, Addams made sure of that.”

“If he can’t speak he can’t lead.” The same gentleman spat.

“The boy was shot in the throat, it’s already a miracle he’s alive! I was the one who took him to a physician, they said he’d get better in due time.” Shay sighed. “Besides, like Collins said, the boy is seventeen. Someone would have to help him, even with the education he was given, and Collins has offered to do just that.”

“Exactly, I’ll just have to prolong it a bit until the boy gets better.” Collins said, before a smile showed on his face. “Besides, we’re talking about a merchant fleet of more than a dozen ships…”

The five gentlemen looked at each other in surprise.

“Well, if that’s the case then… Sure. I’ll accept him.”

One by one, everyone gave Robbie their consent for him to join their group. The boy brought the papers closer to him and signed each one of them in his beautiful handwriting: Robbie Alan Rhodes. Shay snickered to himself.

With the deal closed, Collins asked that his guests waited a bit for him to see Shay and Robbie off, warning them that it could take a while, but that he would be back before lunch.

Now outside, Collins turned to Wá:ri. “Shall we get going?” he asked with a smile.

The four of them started walking and Shay got closer to Wá:ri with a smile on his face. “What is it?” She asked.

Shay let go of a chuckle and got closer to her ear. “Francis’ middle name was ‘Adam’ and Robbie’s is ‘Alan’. This may be news to you, but I think your father may have been a bit of a narcissist, don’t you think?”

Wá:ri didn’t react for half a second, before laughing.

“What is it, lass?

“My middle name was ‘Alice’, Layla’s was ‘Aria’ and Kevin’s was ‘Axel’. I never noticed, but they really do all start with ‘A’.”

Wá:ri got self conscious of the conversation when she remembered Robbie was listening. She set her eyes on her brother only to see him in a fit of silent laughter. I don’t deserve him. Sometimes she wished Robbie resented her more. Or at all. He had seemingly forgiven everything and it was daunting for her to see how differently Robbie had dealt with family betrayal than she had done. Nonetheless, she was grateful to have him as a brother.

“Ah, there it is!” Shay exclaimed.

Wá:ri had been so in her own head on the way there, that she didn’t really notice that they had arrived at their destination - the port. Yet another place in the city that brought her mixed feelings. It was the place where she closed out hundreds of deals as ‘Miriam Rhodes’, but it was also the place where she killed her younger brother...

“We’re almost ready. It shouldn’t take too long, but take your time, captain.” A sailor told Shay.

“So... You’re really going, huh?” Collins asked Wá:ri and Shay.

“Aye… I haven’t gone to Lisbon in a long time, and she needs to get away from this place, for a while.” Shay put his arm around Wá:ri. “It just makes sense for us to go.”

Collins didn’t look too convinced, but he didn’t press the matter.

“Collins… I’m sorry for everything my family did to your friends… And thank you so much for taking care of Robbie.”

The old man smiled at her. “We’ve seen each other nearly every day since your brothers’ funeral, and this is the first time you looked me in the eyes.” Wá:ri couldn’t help but smile back. “When it comes to your family, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t resent them, and I don’t quite agree with the way you and Mr. Shay here dealt with everything. But you did your best, and that’s all anyone can ask for.”

It took her everything not to cry, but she managed to hold it in. But that’s when she turned to Robbie.

“Robbie I-”

“I-it’s fine.” Robbie started, in a very raspy voice.

Wá:ri gasped.

“T-thank you f-for everything.”

That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Seeing her brother muster up everything he could to thank her was just too much, nothing could stop her from crying now. Wá:ri wrapped her arms around her brother and gave him the tightest hug she had ever given anyone.

“Lass, it’s time to go.” Shay told Wá:ri.

With that, Wá:ri and Shay said their farewells to Robbie and Collins.

Wá:ri stood behind Shay as he gave orders and listened to reports. It really drove home how experienced of a sailor he was. With wind softly blowing in her face, she put her hair behind her ear as she took a look at New York City for the last time in, hopefully, a long time. She had seen that view time and time again, but the roofs were also the thing that always stood out to her, for some reason. They were just roofs, nothing more, but to her they were special, not that she would ever tell that to anyone.

“Homesick already, lass?” Shay asked, embracing her from behind.

“I’m more sick of home than homesick, to tell you the truth…” She turned around slowly, staying within Shay’s embrace. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

Shay’s gaze drifted above Wá:ri’s head, and into New York. “I won’t know for sure until we get there, but…”

“But?” Wá:ri insisted.

“Seeing you try to tie up loose ends with Collins after what you did made me want to do something about Lisbon.” He looked back at Wá:ri. “I’ve been told the city has been rebuilt for quite some time now, but there’s always room for improvement. That’ll be my job.”

Wá:ri smiled at Shay and the two took a long look into each other’s eyes. Sh felt calm and comfortable in Shay’s arms. Wá:ri was just about to tell Shay something, but before she could get any words out of her mouth, he kissed her.

“Wow. Are you trying to make the sailors jealous?”

“I-” Wá:ri interrupted him with a kiss.

“Lass, don’t do this right now, I have a ship to sail…”

Wá:ri chuckled, walking away. “Good luck sailing with all of this on your mind.” She joked in an ironic tone.

“Lass, I make my-”

“Sure, sure. Just get this thing going. I need some rest and a docked ship just doesn’t feel right.”

Shay smiled watching her walk away. Lisbon, huh? Going back seemed surreal… but it was the right choice. With Wá:ri inside and every sailor at their post, the ship departed from the port of New York and onwards to Portugal… To Lisbon.

#Assassin's Creed #Assassin's Creed Rogue #oc #original character #fanfic #fanfiction #Shay #Shay Cormac #Shay Patrick Cormac #Last Chapter #thanks

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ezra-greene · 4 years

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» • * — ( ALEX FITZALAN , CISMALE , HE/HIS ) . i think i hear modern loneliness by lauv coming from APARTMENT 2211 doesn’t EZRA GREENE live there ?? i heard they are a TWENTY-FOUR year old ARTIST/BARISTA from LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA but they’ve been living in the apartments for TWO YEARS . they come across a bit - PASSIVE AND - IRRESPONSIBLE , but they also seem like they could be + KIND AND + THOUGHTFUL . whenever i see them , i think of ACCIDENTALLY DRINKING PAINT WATER, NOSE HOOPS AND TATTOOS, AND TALKING TO CATS LIKE THEY’RE PEOPLE. . ooc . b , 21 , est , she/her .

TW: DRUG MENTION & MENTAL HEALTH

name - Ezra Greene

birthday - July 14, 1995

zodiac sign - Cancer

hometown - Los Angeles, California

height - 5′11″

sexuality - Bisexual

character inspiration - Nino Quincampoix (Amélie: The Musical), Spencer Shay (iCarly), Chris Miles (Skins), Phoebe Buffay (Friends)

ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ

positive - loyal, caring, passionate,

negative - passive, unorganized, irresponsible

likes - art, painting, smoking, partying, records, nature, baking

dislikes - his father, waking up early, working

- Grew up with celebrity lawyers for parents, so everything was always very strict and serious around their house He Spent the first few years of his life being raised by nannies, but as time went on his mom wanted to spend more time with him, so she quit being a lawyer to be a stay at home mom.

- Ezra absolutely adored his mom, whenever it was just the two of them things were much more relaxed. She was the one who introduced him to art. She bought him his first set of paints, and took him to museums. While his father always expected him to go to law school, his mother supported his dreams of going to art school. This led to a lot of arguments between his parents.

- When Ezra was fifteen his mom got sick, and not long after his sixteenth birthday she passed away. Both him and his father took it really hard, but instead of bringing them together it forced them further apart. Their house was mostly filled with silence, and Ezra’s dad started working more, which left Ezra home alone most of the time.

- When it came time for Ezra to go to college, his father insisted that he was to enroll pre-law. If he refused, he’d be cut off financially, so he did it. However, he didn’t care about his schoolwork and easily fell into partying, so by the end of his second year of school he was being academically dismissed.

- During winter break, before he was kicked out, Ezra came home to a new stepmother. His father hadn’t mentioned getting married until they were in the car nearly home, and it all came as a big shock to Ezra. Suddenly there was another woman sitting in his mom’s seat and drinking out of her favorite mug. It’s not that he doesn’t like his stepmother, she’s perfectly nice and he’s cordial towards her, but he can’t get past the feeling that she’s trying to replace his mother.

- His father cut him off after he was kicked out, so he spent about a year couch surfing and saving up money before he decided to move out to New York. He loaded up his car with all his things and drove cross country by himself, finding a job at a local coffee shop/record store and settling into his new apartment two years ago.

- Since he was a child he’s gone through what he can only describe as his ‘moods’. Sometimes he feels normal, sometimes he’s going a thousand miles a minute, and sometimes he can’t get out of bed. He often self-medicates to cope. He was on medication as a child, and he knows that he should probably get back on it, but he can’t shake the feeling that it would negatively affect his art.

- Is a really loyal friend, and will do anything for those he’s closest to. He’s always trying to help in anyway he can, and loves to spend time around the people he cares about.

ｃｏｎｎｅｃｔｉｏｎｓ / ｗａｎｔｅｄｃｏｎｎｅｃｔｉｏｎｓ

Julian: “hometown” friend - Ezra met Julian while he was couch surfing in San Francisco. Julian knows him better than everyone else, and he’s always wandering into Julian’s apartment with a new painting idea.

Scout: Fake Girlfriend/Current Muse - Scout needed someone to piss off her parents, and well- Ezra thought it’d be fun. Turns out, he actually really likes her, but doesn’t know how to ask to turn their fake relationship into a real one.

City: Ex-girlfriend- this person hurt ezra badly, maybe they cheated or maybe they just had an explosive breakup. the relationship burned fast and bright, and either way ezra wound up getting hurt.

Wanted: Best friend - his #1 bestie, someone he can really rely on, ezra is the most loyal friend in the world so give him someone to be loyal to!!

Asher: Enemies - someone Ezra just doesn’t get along with, we can figure out the details later

Wren: Smoking buddies - The only thing Ezra loves as much as painting is weed, this would be someone who’s in the same boat

Wanted: Anything! Hmu for plots, I’m uncreative

#ten23.intro

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chantelle-x0x · 5 years

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Lies and Heartbreak - M!Raleigh Carrera x MC (Diana Walsh)

A/N: It’s been a damn hot minute since I posted for Choices, so I’m back with angst. Also, I will make a face claim aesthetic, but for now MC is Shay Mitchell and Raleigh is Diego Boneta. All mistakes are mine btw xx

As this is my first fic in a while, I haven’t found my tag list yet, so lmk if you wanna be tagged in future, but as for this moment I’m gonna tag my angst sister @the-everlasting-dream and the lovely @choicessa

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in the fiction. All rights go to Pixelberry Studios.

Word count: 2,228

Pairing: M!Raleigh Carrera x MC (Diana Walsh)

Rating: PG/T15+

Warnings: Angst, alcohol consumption and a swear word.

Summery: It’s time the fake relationship between Diana and Raleigh to end, but she didn’t think he’d break her heart like very other woman he’d known.

Diana knew that there was something different about Raleigh when she met him. He couldn’t believe that she didn’t know who he was, and that did attract him to her a lot more, so when Diana was told she had to have a fake relationship with Raleigh and she saw how chilled out about it he was, she was excited. After a few weeks of faking a relationship, Diana developed real feelings for Raleigh, she knew it was a bad idea to fall for him but how could she control her feelings? He would touch her in very delicate ways that sent tingles all over her body, and she was sure she was doing things to him too. There were times when they’d be out on a “date” in a fabulous restaurant and he’d rest his hand on her thigh, rubbing circles with his thumb. He became quite a softy around her and she loved it so much; he was a different person around her, in private, and Diana felt so special, but all special things have to come to an end eventually.

‘Hey, Diana!’ Raleigh called as he saw her walking into the studio.

‘Oh hey, Raleigh.’ Diana greeted back, kissing his cheek with a slight smile. There were always pap around the outside of the studio, but Diana couldn’t lie to herself, this was becoming a very good habit, Raleigh was like her drug and she was addicted to him. Raleigh smiled at her and entwined their hands together.

‘We need to talk.’ He whispered to her in a tone she was all too familiar with, something bad was going to happen.

‘Yeah, sure.’ She said while hiding her fear. They entered the studio together with their heads down. Obviously the paparazzi picked up on them wanting personal space because something was going on, so they surrounded them.

‘Hey, Raleigh! Is the Diana, Raleigh relationship going to last long?’ One pap asked, while another asked, ‘Diana! Is it true that Raleigh is cheating on you with the other contestant from One in a Billion, Jaylen? Is your relationship on the rocks because of this, or is this just another rumour?’ Diana knew this was what she was getting herself into, but gosh she hoped Raleigh wasn’t doing that to her. Maybe this really was all a game to him, just part of his job.

‘We have to go, dude.’ Raleigh said, pushing past the crowd. They finally managed to get into the studio and Diana laughed a little at how this was now her life; getting away from paparazzi when anything serious was about to go down.

‘You needed to tell me something?’ Diana asked as she sat down on one of the chairs. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail today while a few strands framed her face.

‘I was told by my management that we can finish up with the whole dating facade in the next couple of days. Your album hit number one on the charts within the first week and your team wants to keep you in the spotlight with a breakup. Obviously it’ll look amazing that you can still do shows and act as though everything is okay even though you're breaking down mentally and emotionally, but in reality you’ll be absolutely fine.’ She hummed in response and slumped a little in her seat.

‘And how do you feel about it?’ She asked. Honestly, Raleigh had fallen hard for the woman sitting in front of him. She was witty and funny, but sweet and kind. He could get on her nerves but she could get on his, yet in the end, they’d always have fun together. He had never been in a real relationship and this kind of scared him, but he knew that his rep wasn’t a good one. Diana needed someone like Avery, not him. So, he lied.

‘I feel normal. I mean, this was all for the fame, nothing was real.’ That hit her hard because of what happened only a couple of weeks before.

‘Nothing was real?’ Diana repeated and Raleigh nodded. ‘So, when you took me home the other night and I invited you inside, when things started to get really heated between us and we went to my bedroom, the things you promised me, they all meant nothing to you?’ This was killing Raleigh, everything he hoped Diana wouldn’t say, she said.

‘Don’t take it personally, Di, I say whatever to get a woman into bed.’ Tears brimmed her eyes but she would not allow herself to be vulnerable in front of Raleigh, not again. So instead, she smiled softly.

‘You’re right and this is my fault since I should’ve known better. This was all nothing, it wasn’t supposed to mean anything for either of us and I’m sorry I let my feelings come into play. I just hope things won’t change between our friendship though.’ There were few things in life that Raleigh hated, but he hated this. He never thought that fake dating Diana would cause him to have feelings, real feelings.

‘Of course we’ll still be friends. Look, I have to go but if you ever need a late night call, I’m your guy.’ He winked as he left. Diana had never really experienced heartbreak and although she knew that it hurt people, she didn’t know that it could hurt her so much. She was pretty closed off in life, so opening up was never her forte, then Raleigh came along and she changed. Unfortunately, she changed for a guy, Raleigh Carrera of all men.

The day passed by slowly and Diana found a dark and sad side of herself, so what better way to use that than turn it into music. ‘I’m gonna be the next Taylor Swift.’ She thought as she packed her guitar away. She pulled out her phone and dialled a number.

‘Shane, hey. I need to get out. Meet at the club?’ It was short conversation before Diana left for her apartment and changed into a short and tight black, sparkly dress that had spaghetti straps; the dress left very little to the imagination. Hank rolled around in the limo and soon they were picking Shane up.

‘Damn, Diana.’ The girl blushed and scooted over, giving a champagne flute to her best friend.

‘Raleigh announced our “relationship” was over this afternoon to the public, I’ve been dodging the pap as much as I can, but I’m done being the good girl form a small town. Even I need to get out and be bad sometimes.’

‘I’m here for that, Di. Just, be careful okay?’ She downed the whole flute and giggled.

‘Always am. Thank you so much for always being there for me, Shane. You’re the best friend a girl could ever ask for.’ You pull up to the club. ‘Now let’s go get dancing and drink a little too much!’ Shane laughed at his friend, but stepped out with her. Diana went up to the bouncer and without a second glance, she and Shane were allowed in. Now the night was finally going to get started.

Diana went straight for the drinks and Shane followed her, but was soon distracted by someone who caught his eye. ‘Go, have fun, Shane!’ She yelled over the music. He apologised and thanks her before dancing with them. Diana was soon met by a guy, blonde hair, blue eyes, not Avery but similar. She was taken onto the dance floor and started grinding against him. This was not the way to get over someone or get through tough time and she knew that, but Diana was done being told who she was meant to be. There would be a day when most people had gone through this faze and she was doing it now. Soon, in her drunken state, she was pinned against the club wall by this 6’2 man and sighing as he left marks on her neck. She’d regret it the day after, but the future was the future and the past was the past, now was the present and she was living in the now. Shane saw her about to leave with this man and pulled her away. ‘What the hell, Shane?’ She shouted angrily.

‘I wasn’t going to let you go home with a stranger, Diana. You’re going through something, I get it, but this isn’t you.’

‘I’m sick and tired of people telling me who I am, Shane! This is me! I’m gonna be like this sometimes and it’s different, but if you can’t handle this, then just leave. In fact, I want you to go.’

‘Come on, Diana.’ Shane touched her hand but she pulled away sharply.

‘I need to be alone, Shane. Just leave.’ Shane wasn’t an idiot, so he left her and went out the door of the club. Diana took his leave as a cue to do shots by her lonesome. A woman sat next to her and recognised her.

‘OMG! YOU’RE DIANA WALSH!’ She shouted.

‘Please keep it down. Look, if you don’t tell anyone I’m here, I’ll buy you a drink.’ Diana said with a small, drunk smile.

‘Awesome! I won’t say anything to anyone, but isn’t it awks since Raleigh’s here too?’ She hadn’t noticed that Raleigh was sitting in a booth with his arm slung over some woman. A woman that wasn’t her. No amount of alcohol could prepare the girl for this. It was still raw for her and the last thing she wanted to see was Raleigh with another chick. Not replying, Diana told the bartender to add whatever the woman wanted to her tab and left. Confidence was a new thing she gained, and the buzz in her made her that much more. She walked over to the table Raleigh was sitting at.

‘Looks like you moved on fast.’ She spat at him. Raleigh had his signature smirk gracing his features. ‘Now isn’t the time to fall for him again, Diana.’ She told herself. If he had known she was going to be there, Raleigh would not have been there too. It hurt him to see her like this, drunk out of her mind and the pain she was feeling was all too evident on her face. She tried so hard to hide it, but it was all too easy for him to read her at this point.

‘Now, Diana, moving on would require me needing to be into you.’ The moment that sentence slipped through his teeth, he regretted it. The sharp breath Diana breathed in indicated that she was taken aback by his hurtful worlds.

‘Emotionally, not literally.’ Jaylen chimed in. Jaylen, Jaylen was the woman with Raleigh. That took a moment for Diana to take in.

‘Out of everyone, you’d choose to be with Jaylen!?’ Diana was almost crying at this point, but she concealed it as best she could.

‘D’you know how amazing it feels to win? I mean, I didn’t win One in a Billion but I did win Raleigh. I mean, he did choose me over you and that in itself is a win.’ The world spun and Diana almost lost her balance. Jaylen laughed and mocked her for not being able to sustain her alcohol, but Raleigh got up and rushed to her like he was an olympic racer.

‘I’m fine.’ She hissed at him. If Raleigh could take back breaking things off with Diana, he’d do it in an instant; the look of her breaking and falling apart in front of him, because of him, was wrecking him from the inside out. She broke out of his light grip and pushed him away from her. ‘I don’t need your help, Raleigh. I never did and I never will again.’ She sighed and then started laughing, not caring about the judgment she was receiving from Raleigh’s friends. ‘You know what’s funny, Raleigh?’ He raised an eyebrow in question. ‘I never trusted anyone but Shane, then I got into this industry and for some insane reason, I decided I’d trust you too. You reminded me why I didn’t trust anyone to begin with.’ With that, she wobbled her way out and bursted into tears as she walk out the door. Paparazzi would feed from this, but Shane stayed for her. He hugged her and let her hide her head in his chest. He tried his best to shield her and ventured for Hank to give a helping hand. They made it into the limo and Diana fell on one of the long seats. ‘Thank you, and I’m really sorry, Shane.’

‘I’m always there for you, Dee.’ He smiled at her as she started to close her eyes.

‘I don’t know why I try to fall in love, I always fall for the wrong ones.’ She started laughing again. ‘Raleigh’s a great actor. He made me believe he wanted me too.’

‘Diana, maybe he’s just scared he’s going to hurt you.’ Shane suggested.

‘Maybe, or maybe he’s a dick and I was too blind to see it.’ She smirked. ‘Ah well.’ Soft snores left her a few seconds after she said those last two words.

‘Goodnight, Diana.’ Shane said chuckling. There would be repercussions for her actions, but Diana would deal with it the next day. Tonight, she needed to sleep and get over Raleigh a little.

#raleigh carrera #raleigh x mc #raleigh carrera x mc #angst #choices #platinum

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storytimefromthecreed · 5 years

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Shay: 41 & 42

The Morrigan docked, and she felt her stomach settle. Dry heaving over the side a moment more, (Y/N) wiped her mouth with her sleeve and took a deep breath. A passing upset, little more. “Stay fast and true men!” Following the voice to the back of the ship, she found Shay at the wheel. Looking quite pleased with himself, he winked at her and then continued aiding his men. After their time together, still his attention made her cheeks turn violently red and her mind muddled.

Once the mast was folded, the rigging worked, and the Morrigan safely landed, Shay bound down the boards. Hands folded properly behind his back, he watched her watch the men from the corner of his eye. “Sea life still not agreeing with you, lass?” He lowered his head to speak to her, careful to keep his eyes up front. Everyone knew their relationship, but they felt it best to keep their distance while working. Wouldn’t want to Assassins or Templars to confirm it.

The plank set on the dock, Shay ushered her off the vessel as his men leapt over the ship, tied her down, and began unloading. Stepping on dry land didn’t relieve the motion of the waves under her feet which in turn did little for her stomach. She bleched again. Shay’s smirk disappeared as concern began to cloud his expression. “Are you alright, love?”

He extended a hand, and she shook her head, the ache in her stomach returning in full force. After weeks, it felt stronger. Shay frowned. “I’ll be ok, don’t worry. Just going to find a place to lay down and rest. Yes, rest, that’s all I need.” But Shay didn’t seem convinced.

“I could escort you.” He offered, his dark eyes searched her face. If they were alone right now, she’d take him in her arms and kiss him on the spot, but seeing as Haytham, Shay’s ever present shadow as of late, lingered on the boardwalk, she shook her head.

“I’ll be fine, besides, there’s work to do.” Shay followed her line of sight over his shoulder, and a groan escaped him when he spotted Hayham casually strolling. “Meet me at the Green Dragon?” Shay chewed on his bottom lip. “Go on love, wouldn’t want your men to miss you.”

“But I miss you.” Shay confessed. Careful to keep his back to the Morrigan. “The Green Dragon as soon as I’m done.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

“I love you.” Shay breathed, and rushed to the ship leaving her to wander seemingly aimlessly until she reached the inn. Keeping the room dark to allievate her sea-sickness, she munched on a loaf of bread and drank some broth while waiting for her love to reappear.

An hour passed before three gentle taps on the door alerted her to his presence. No sooner had the door opened that he’d taken her into his arms, lifting her off the ground, and kissed her. The need to be as close as possible consumed them, and he quickly locked the door behind him while she undid his cutlass and guns. Giggling, he undid his coat and she threw her arms around his neck.

Soft, wet kisses traced her jaw down her neck and back again. Shay hummed against her skin and she felt him lower her softly to the bed. Staring up, his eyes peered up at hers, memorizing her face before returning to her eyes and just gazing at her. His long dark hair was tied back revealing the scar that ran over the right side of his face, and her fingers traced it gently.

Shay laughed, “And what are you doing admiring this ugly mug?”

“I don’t like when anyone talks about you like that, don’t think I won’t hurt you for saying such things either.” She teased, tracing her finger along his lips. “Can’t I enjoy my view?”

Shay hummed again, his hand rested on her cheek and she leaned into his touch. His thumb stroked her face. “Mine is far better.” Pulling him down, their lips met with renewed fire. Limbs entertwined, Shay crawled atop the bed and she scoot all the way back to allow him room. The motion made the room fuzzy again, and she pushed him off just in time to reach the bin on the ground by the desk. Her knees hit the floor with a thud just in time. Retching again, she wiped her hair from her face with one hand and gestured for him to look away with the other.

The sound of rustling from the bed to the soft footfalls arriving to her indicated his presence, and she groaned. “You’re still sick.” The concern in his voice grew to a soft panic. “I’ll find a doctor.”

“No, no.” She shook her head. Her stomach settled, but something new drifted into it. Dread. Fear. Realization. Tears rolled down her face and she began to cry. Shaking hands wiped her cheeks with a cloth, and she snatched it from his hands to dab her mouth. “Go, I don’t want you to see me like this.”

“I’m not going anywhere, love. Here. Let me help you.” Shay wound an arm around her waist and she allowed him to guide her back to bed. She was placed at the edge, and he took a knee before her. Tucking her hair behind her ears, Shay examined her face and placed a hand on her forehead. “There’s no heat, so I think fever is out of the question. Your skin isn’t pale, but there’s something...different with it. Like a glow.”

She groaned, and his brows etched together. “Feeling sick again? What can I do to help? Just tell me, (Y/N), and I’ll run the entire city to find it. Whatever it is, I promise. Just- just tell me what to do.” Tears filled his eyes and concern turned to worry. He’d never had training for this, but god was he going to try. This was why she loved him so. Shay loved harder than anyone, and his heart was pure. He would always do the right thing regardless of how it affected him, especially if it regarded her. He would make a great father and wonderful husband, she knew, but what if he didn’t want to? Was it too soon? There was so much work to be done still, and they still weren’t safe.

Tears began anew and Shay looked scared. Not knowing what else to do, he placed his head on their cupped hands and looked up woebegone. “Come on, love, you’ve never had problems talking before. Not when you told me you loved me, God knows I’m lucky you think I deserve you, not even when you told me you’re an Assassin. Why won’t you tell me what’s going on?” Attempting to make her smile, he wiped her tears away and chuckled. “Start with this then. How can you still look so attractive while crying? Care to teach me?” His laughter was weak at best, but it did the trick. A smile cracked, and she laughed. Wiping the remaining tears that spilled, she composed herself and took a deep breath again.

Shay waited patiently for her to speak, and she kept her eyes on his. True, pure eyes. “I’m sorry if I scared you. I just haven’t been feeling good for some time, and I thought being on land would help.”

Shay smiled up at her and kissed her hands. “Think nothing of it, love. As long as you’re feeling better now.” Her sigh gave him pause and he waited again.

“I have to tell you something.”

Shay shifted, waiting with sharp eyes.

“I’m pregnant.”

The words sunk in, the light leaving his eyes a moment as he went somewhere deep within himself as if to ponder the words he’d heard to judge if he’d heard them correctly. Then, when he did, his eyes shone.

“You’re...you’re....” A large grin spread across his face, and Shay leapt up. A manic energy rolled off him in waves, and she found herself taken aback as he jumped up and down. “Are you serious? You’re pregnant? Am I going to be a father? God bless me, I don’t know the words!”

This energy was contagious and she found herself standing, holding his hands in an attempt to tether him in place. It failed. Shay was bouncing on the balls on his feet, and this made her laugh. “You’re happy? Excited?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Shay asked, still bouncing. She shrugged, and he said, “(Y/N), I love you. There’s no one else I’d rather spend my life with and there’s nothing else I’d love to do than live that life with you. Starting a family with you is the luckiest, most important avenue of my life, and I can’t believe I get to start this adventure with you. That is,” he composed himself. As if realizing his excitement, he stared at her bashfully. “That is if this is what you want.”

Now was her turn to beam. “How did I end up so lucky? There’s nothing I’d want more.”

Shay kissed her softly, then began to get excited again. “There’s so much to do. No more missions, love, I know I told you I’d never tell you what to do but I’m firm on this. Tell me what you need done, and it will be so. We’re going to have to find land. Where would you like to live? I know you’re not a fan of cold weather, maybe Spain then? I have friends there. Who to hand the Morrigan to? Never mind that, don’t you worry about that.”

“Wait, wait, wait.” Shay couldn’t be stopped. He beamed down at her, and all her worries and fears disappeared like a bad dream in morning light. “You’re not worried about the Assassins, the Templars, what could happen if either one knew?”

This made his face stoney, and he grew serious, the boy-ish nature now disappeared. “Any who’d lay a hand on my family would not live long enough to finish their sentence, this, I give my word.”

Knowing not what else to do, she rested her head on his chest. Her worries now released and her future looking bright, (Y/N) allowed optumism to grow inside her. Shay rested his head atop hers and kissed her. In a gentler voice, he said, “No harm will come to you, (Y/N), I promise. To hell with this war. Assassins, Templars, damn them all. Let’s get away, just to two of us. Spain, Italy, anywhere you want.”

“And what would we do?” They stayed that way, neither one wanting to be anywhere else.

“Live a normal life?” Shay offered.

“I like the sound of that.”

“But there is a manner we must task ourselves with first.” Shay took a step back and went to his coat tossed on the ground. (Y/N) watched as he took it and rummaged through the pockets. “I know I put it- Ah! There it is.”

“What are you-?”

Shay propped down on one knee, his face stoney and red, his eyes shining. “Trust me when I say this is not how I wanted to do this before, but I think the world works in strange ways to bring us here. You see, it doesn’t matter the time or the place, as long as you’re by my side I know I’ll be just fine. (Y/N), will be make me the luckiest man in the world by doing me the honor of being my wife?”

News tears, lighter tears, streamed down her face and she nodded. Shay looked up, grinning as he waited for a reply, and she laughed. “Yes! Oh my God, yes!” Shay placed the ring delicately on her finger, a silver thing set with a pearl, before taking her in his arms and kissing her deeply. Her fingers tangled in his hair, and he pulled her waist flush against him.

Shay breathed, “How did I get so lucky?”

“I thought you made your own luck?” Shay rolled his eyes and groaned while she laughed.

#shay patrick cormac #My writing #Assassin's Creed #assassin's creed rogue

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hello ! shay here and this is my original vamp dru. she has the start of a pinterest board here (x) and has a page for her overall stats here (x). i am still working on a connections page for her and am wide open for any plotting suggestions. i’m so excited to bring her here and write with you all !!!

EMILIA CLARKE, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER, ORIGINAL VAMPIRE / deep in the pacific northwest lives DRUSCILLA ‘DRU’ FIDELE AGOSTI. i heard they’ve been living there for nineteen years and last saw them hanging around sacred heart cathedral, i think they might’ve been reminiscing on a family long buried. at two thousand one hundred and eighty one years old, druscilla doesn’t look a day over thirty. everyone around here always associates them with the dry rasp of bat wings on stone, red lips in a darkly lit room, and the drape of brown curls over brass bed posts. hope they enjoy their stay !

(TW: MURDER, RAPE, PROBABLE HISTORICAL INACCURACY)

Born in 181 BC, Druscilla Fidele Agosti was the oldest of four children born to Alaric and Isolde Agosti. Residing in Romania during the time of the Odyrisian Empire, stability was an unknown to their family. The Odyrisian Empire consisted of twenty-two kingdoms and over forty Thracian tribes and power was constantly shifting between various leaders and tribal elites. Power was fluid, easily won and lost as her father was to find out in 167 BC. He rose in ranks and became the royal adviser to Cotys IV. The king tried fervently to unite the now independent Canite and Oddrisae kingdoms in an attempt to bolster their borders against the growing power of Macedonia. The Macedonians, catching wind of this plot, sent out assassins to take out Alaric and Cotys IV. While Cotys IV and his family survived this attempt, Alaric Agosti and his family were not so fortunate. Druscilla awoke to find her family brutally murdered around her, her own body battered and torn by the assassin's knife. She survived, a fact she would credit to the power of pure spite.

The prospects for an orphaned girl at fourteen in Ancient Romania were dismal, to say the least. It was to her great fortune that Cotys IV felt indebted to her late father and pulled the young girl into his own family. Rank and power she would not inherit, but the privilege and opportunities allotted to her within his walls more than made up for that. Druscilla was married at the age of sixteen to Zayraxes of Gacian in 165 BC. Their union was brief, Zayraxes was killed in combat with the Roman Empire in 155 BC. During that invasion Druscilla was brutally raped by Roman soldiers.

Widowed, childless, and sullied by rape, the rage that had been building in her veins since the death of her family boiled over. Over the course of the next four years Drusciilla made her way west towards the Great Roman Empire. It was there, penniless , sick and thirsty for blood, in 151 BC, that Drusiclla met the witch who would alter the course of her life forever. Sensing the fury within the girl's tiny frame, the witch offered her a deal. Kill a mark for her and Druscilla would live to watch the Empire who wronged her crumble. She was quick to accept the deal, sneaking into the Roman general's home in the dead of night. Her hunger to avenge her family made for a swift and brutal death for the general, committing a murder not unlike the one that originally set her on this path.

Over the following days Druscilla laid in agony as the blood thirst took hold and her skin burned and withered under the light of day. Her eyes, once green, went black with hunger. Within the first couple of months of her transition Druscilla killed tens of men in her attempts to satiate the need for blood. This number would only grow higher as the witch's promise came true and she slowly watched as the Roman Empire fell around her.

With her newfound immortality came a freedom the likes of which she had never experienced. Druscilla wandered the growing European world over the next couple of centuries taking lovers of all genders who aged in the blink of an eye and slowly becoming a learned woman in the secrecy of the night. She avoided staying in any place long enough for the citizens to catch on to the fact that she never aged and was careful not to accumulate too much rank in society. Some highlights of these years include disguising herself as a doctor during the Black Plague of England (those bird masks proved useful for something), meeting William Shakespeare in 1586, cloth-making during the years of Reformation, coming to America with the Puritans in 1648, preying on Confederate soldiers during the Civil War and marching for the right to vote in 1913.

After taking some time to cool off from way too much fun during the Summer of Love in Haight-Ashbury, Drusiclla moved to Arcane Falls in 1980. The run down town held no interest to her until she began hearing whispers of supernatural beings being drawn there. When she's not drinking the blood of innocents, Dru can be found lurking in Sacred Heart Cathedral thinking about a family long buried.

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A Different Life - Chapter 1

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The last sentence she wrote in her diary was to her daughter Julia, “she will get hers and I will have the last laugh.” She put away her diary and fell right to sleep. She seemed to have a smile on her face as if she was going to make sure her daughter suffered by her hand. Around 4 am the following morning Julia was awakened by a bad dream and a cold sweat. The dream was about her mother, The she came to her telling Julia that she was dead. She felt as though her mom came to her dream to tormented her. She had no idea why she dreamt this, so she woke John up, explaining what she had dreamt and how real it felt to her. Her husband assured Julia that her mother was not dead and that maybe she was nervous about seeing her that morning because of how Julia and her mother left things the last time they spoke to one another. Its been four months since they had even spoken. After John reassured Julia that her mother was not dead, she went back to sleep.

John and Julia were in their home town of Owensboro for a wedding John had been asked to be in for his best friends. They arrived in Owensboro on Friday night for the dress rehearsal and were staying the night with Johns mom and dad. Julia could not get past the things she said to her mother, or what her mother had said to her. Julia had planned on going to see her parents the morning of the wedding, she even purchased a pretty dress for her daughter Shay because she knew her mother would love seeing her in dresses.

For several months Julia had been seeing a therapist trying to work through some hostility, fear, depression and stress relating to her mother. Julia had told her therapist about the argument that went on when Julia’s mom called and started yelling at her even calling Julia "a trashy bitch." Julia return with “I hate your guts." and that she had hung up the phone on her. She knew at that point that was potentially her last time she would talk to her mother. Julia was fine with that however she knew her mother would make it hard on her dad if he tried talking to her. Julia's therapist said he was proud of her, taking up for her self, and actually putting her family first. Julia's heart was still broken, she realized at that moment that her mother would put a wedge between Julia and her father. Julia was devastated.

The morning of the wedding around 8am Julia was awakened by the phone ringing. Ron her father in-law answered it, when he realized that the call was for Julia he yelled for her to pick the phone, that her mother was on it, and wanted to talk to her. Julia could not figure out how her mother found out she was in town. So Julia picked up the phone and she quickly realized it was not her mother it was her aunt. She told Julia her mother was sick and wants to know if Julia wanted to see her? Julia got a sick feeling in her stomach that her dream was coming true. So she continued to ask what was going on? why was she sick? what happened to her? Her aunt proceeded to say, “if you have to know she is dead.” then she hung up the phone. Julia remember getting off the phone telling her husband John that her mother had passed away and she need to get to her house. She kept tell John I told you she was dead, her dream had come true. They got dressed and went immediately to her mothers home. When they arrived at her mothers home Julia didn't even wait for the car to stop before she jumped out and ran to the door. Once she opened the door she saw her father was sitting in a chair in the great room, he could not figure out what happened he was completely distrait and was barely holding it together. What he could not figure out was how she died she was not sick, she didn’t have any of heart issue, he was beside him self. Earlier that morning he had checked in on her as he did every morning before heading to the farm. He said she looked fine and she was sleeping so off he went. Julia ran into her mothers room to see for herself, when she walked in her mother seemed as though she was sleeping, except for the dried blood just under her nose. Julia went into an angary rage and started yelling and throwing thing in the room. Julia began crying wanting to know what happened and why. Julia’s dad walked in the room and said she had been having problems with her oxygen levels and weeks prior she had been in the hospital trying to get her oxygen level back up. When she left the hospital she was doing better they increased the level of oxygen in her sleep apnea machine. She realized at that point the last things she said to her mother was, “I hate your guts” there was no way to take it back, there was no way to say she was sorry, the time for apologies had gone. Then she realized she was going to live with that for the rest of her life. Strange that when the corner arrived at the house he pronounced her death at 4 am which was the same time in Julia's that her mother appeared in her dream.

Julia stayed at her parents house most of the day trying to wrap her head around what happened and what to do next. She also had a wedding to go to that evening with John being the best man they couldn't just cancel. The sole reason for Julia and John were in town. So she had to go and get ready for the wedding and try to hold it together long enough to get through it all. She began to fall apart the longer she was there, she felt hopeless, and mortified that this had happened. Julia got through the wedding and part of the reception before she told John she needed to leave. John knew she needed to leave so they said there good byes and headed to Johns parents house. That entire night Julia could not sleep she continues to think about what she had said to her mother. Julia also felt a sigh of relief that her mother had passed away because every time her and John would come into town she would make our lives miserable. She also was worried about her father and brother how were they going to make it without her. Julias father knew nothing about their finances, what bills there were, or when to pay them. The following day was the hardest of day of Julia's life the realization of her mother’s death was really setting in. She had passed away on April 17, 1998, on Saturday. Sunday they had to start setting up preparation for her funeral.

Sunday Julia had never been through the visitation, funeral, picking a casket, flowers and were she would be buried. Julia felt the hardest part was picking out the casket and the interior, and what she would wear knowing that this was really happening. Julia’s dad left the flower arrangement up to Julia which she knew exactly what her mother liked she also picked out a special flower arrangement and ribbon from Julia's daughter, Shay who was only 1 years old. She would place them in her grandma’s hands. Shay really lover her grandma and of course has no idea what was going on. Later that night several of Julia’s family members arrived at her dads home they brought food, trying to help out and check on her dad and brother. Julia just happens to walk in the kitchen and her favorite great aunt Mary Helen was sitting there. She ask Julia if she was ok, and Julia said she was trying to be but she was having these horrible nightmares about her mother. Julia’s great aunt Mary Helen told her that during the visitation for Julia to go up and touch her mother hands and the nightmares would stop. That this would also help Julia be at peace. Everyone had gathered in the great room to sit and reminisce about her mother, about all the things she use to do to help out others and what a wonderful person she was. Julia was listening to what they were saying about her mother. Julie wondered who were they talking about, they weren't talking about her mother it had to be someone else. Julia knew her mother to be hateful, cruel, and abusive. This person they were talking about was not her mother, because her mother was none of those people with two faces. She thought maybe her mom was one way with them and another way with Julia.

Julia walked in her mothers room and sat down in the rocker that sat across from her mothers bed. She sat there crying for a bit feeling hurt, angry, glad and stressed as to what to do next. So she started looking around to see what she could find to try and help her dad out with the money, bills, and were everything was. Julia remembered a safe being in her room so she looked around and found it, then found the key in her night stand. She opened it up and looked around she found some of the papers her father was looking for and as she was going through it she also found her mothers diary. Julia never knew she even wrote in a diary. She opened it and started reading about the horrible things her mother was saying about her, how much she hated John, Julia’s husband and the comments about the house they built together. There were even sections about how she thought Julia’s friends were trashy. She also said John was not providing a proper home for Julia to live in. She also read that her mother had spoken to a lawyer about taking Julia’s daughter Shay away from her because of the way they were living. Even stating that her father was not a good husband or a worthy father. Julia got to the last page of the diary which was written the night before she died saw that her mother had written “Julia will get hers and I will have the last laugh.” Julia was so hurt that she went and showed the book to her father which took it immediately out to the back yard and burned it, told Julia her mother was a sick women and didn’t mean what she had wrote. Julia new he was just trying to make her feel better. She started realizing that the best day of her life was the day her mother died. As they went through all of her things they found she had spent all the money in their checking account for their upcoming trip they were taking to Florida. Julia started looking for receipts to take things back so her father had money back in his checking account, he was so blown away by her spending. Later on that day Julia found an Easter card that was addressed to her one year old daughter that said, “l will take care of you from now on, I am going to prove that your mother is unfit to take care of you.” “You will be mine for the rest of your life.” Julia thinks to herself who writes that crap who would try and prove the daughter to be unfit. You have to think Julia was adopted by her family, and maybe she really was sick.

So we picked out the flowers, the casket, the grave site and everything that goes along with it. That was the hardest thing Julia had ever done. Faye, Julia’s moms best friend did her hair and make up, the dress she wore was the one she wore in Julia’s wedding. The following day was the visitation and Julia’s daughter woke up sick running a fever and her ears were hurting. Julia went ahead and got dressed and they drove to the funeral home. They sat down waiting for them to make sure she was ready, with in about five minutes they said the immediate family could go in first so Julia and her brother Darian went in and knelt down in front of the casket. Julia had so much hate in her heart she could barely stand to be in front of her mother. All of the sudden Julia glanced down at her mother and there was bubbles coming out of her nose. She freaked out and had her brother look at it he was shocked as well. The first thing that Julia thought was that her mother was alive and they had mad a mistake, but she knew that could not be true. So before anyone else could see her Julia told the funeral director what was going on and he said they would fix it and for every one to come out of the room for a second or two more. Julia told her dad how bad it had freaked her out and what she thought, and he so “no honey she is dead.” She knew it in her head but it felt like she was still there tormenting her in her heart. Once they cleaned her up they let us go back in and say our goodbyes and then they opened the door for every one. It was the longest day ever of her life, she thought it would never end. After being there for a little bit John brought Julia’s daughter to the funeral home and she was burning up with a temperature, they made the decision to leave and have her checked out at the immediate care center the doctor there said she had a double ear infection and a cold, they gave her medicine and they went back to the funeral home. The day just drug along, and Julia’s daughter would not let anyone touch her but Julia, so she carried her around all day and into the night when they had a prayer service. After the prayer service every one was starting to leave and Julia walked up to the casket whispering or so she thought. She told her mother how much she hated her, how horrible of a mother she was, and how Julia will never treat her kids the was she treated Julia. As she spoke those words she started getting madder, her dad had to come up and calm her down because by that time Julia was speaking very loudly. Julia didn’t care she wanted to make sure her mother new she would never be like her.

We had a service the following day, and the church presented them with a lunch afterwards. This was a very quite and solemn day a day of starting to heal. Julia said it was the best day of her life. She no longer had to live in fear of what her mother might say or do next. Julia’s dad sat with her later on that evening and said that she didn’t know how to show love that she was raised by elderly grandparents because her dad had blamed her for the death of his wife because she had died during child birth. Her father didn’t want to have anything to do with her and made her live with her grandparents and not with him and her seven brothers. But Julia thought people are put into bad situations every day and they make a better life for them selves.

#fluff #angst #a different life #chapter one #Julia x john #true story

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