#my mom? completely hooked. I’m shocked

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[piratefalls]

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There's No Problem That San Diego Can't Solve by @historicallysam

Alex doesn’t even bother knocking; he simply twists the knob on the door and shoves it open. His eyes narrow as the door bangs against the wall and he sees Henry on the phone. Maybe (definitely) it’s rude but his blood is fucking boiling so he doesn’t really care.

All the Ocean was Sleeping by @sparklepocalypse

The worst part about being a siren in the modern era, Henry ponders as yet another ship flies past his cove at a speed that he knows will disturb the anemone gardens below, is the yacht bros. Between the sound of their vessels’ motors and the dissonant noise the humans call music, Henry’s singing has no chance of attracting anyone’s attention.

cause you're a classic, and i'm reckless by @firenati0n

“I've, actually, uh. I've never done this before.” At this, Henry stops short, takes a second as his gaze moves up and to the left, trying to recall something. “I've seen your films. You most certainly have done intimate scenes.” Alex clears his throat. He hopes his nerves aren't completely obvious, the slight waver in his voice about to give him away. “Yeah, well. Never with a man, so. Not at this scale, anyway.” “Would it help to, er, practice?" Henry winces a little as he says it, which does not inspire confidence. But Alex is shocked nonetheless. What the fuck?

Over Land and Sea by SatinBirds

Alex and Henry come from very different worlds, and still, they manage to find each other.

Clean Slate by smc_27

“Henry.” Pez comes over, puts both hands on Henry’s cheeks and looks him dead in the eye. “You are not a sad man who’s gotten dumped. You’re in the prime of your life, and I quite desperately need you to act like it.” “The prime of my life,” Henry scoffs, more incredulous than questioning. “I’ve just gotten out of a 15 year relationship, endured a divorce, am suffering an almost impressive case of writer’s block, and your hands are like bloody icicles.” Pez grins, doesn’t take his hands away. “Explain to me how this is my prime. Please.” Pez tilts his head, and sounds entirely serious when he says, “Literally anything can happen from here.”

in bloom by stutteringpeach

Yoo, can u hook me up with some flowers?? It's the busiest day of the year for florists. Alex texts Henry with a last minute request.

here is a map (with your name for a capital) by @alasse9

That day at the Rio de Janeiro Olympics, Alex comes across the very same Prince Henry who just dismissed him having a panic attack in a bathroom. The choice Alex makes then has ripple effects neither of them could have ever expected. What's the story like, when they actually are friends all along? “So, you’re going back to England tonight, and you’ll spend the next three days pretending you two are the closest and best of friends until we can put this mess behind us.” And there are reasons he hasn’t told anybody this, good reasons, even though he’s sure June and Nora saw through him ages ago. Faced with his mom’s disappointment, though, and with the realization that the entire world apparently thinks he hates Henry and would willingly shove him into a fucking cake, he can’t stay quiet. “But we are friends,” he says, vehement and serious. “We have been for years. He’s—he’s probably my best friend, actually, along with Nora.”

thoughts of you consume by yrsonpurpose

Henry sees Alex appear on the red carpet in a blue suit that screams sex on legs and is ready to throw away all attempts at concealing their secret relationship in the name of dropping to his knees at the first available opportunity.

eyes on me by matherine

Alex’s hips buck back against Henry’s mouth the moment his tongue does more than tease, and Henry squeezes his hip in gentle consternation. But before he can say anything, Alex is already rambling. “Sorry, I’m — I’m sorry, I know you said not to move, and I’m trying, I — I’m trying to be good, I promise,” he blurts, voice shaking ever so slightly from something that certainly doesn’t sound like pleasure, resolutely refusing to turn his head so that he can meet Henry’s gaze from where he’s positioned behind him. Henry’s heart aches. “Alex — love, it’s alright. Where’s your mind?” Or: Sometimes, Alex needs a distraction. Something to take the edge off, to scrub away at the stress of the day. Some days, it works better than others. 

the evolution of intimacy by Poutini

There’s no spontaneity anymore. One might think this boring. That the novelty had worn off. The spark snuffed. Absolutely not

Want Me by OrchidScript

Henry had always been weak for a nice smile, but his was impossible to ignore. Blame it on summer heat and a fresh flush in his cheeks. Blame it on sunset painting the outdoor bar sweltering, romantic colors. Blame it on two healthy glasses of albariño thrumming in his bloodstream, or the good music floating on the air. Henry could blame it on anything liked if he thought long and hard about it, but that didn’t change much at the end. The core remained the same: he had been gone from the jump. -- Henry and Alex hook up on a vacation in Spain. Henry falls a bit deeper.

fill my lungs with sweetness by @priincebutt

Henry George Edward James Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor wakes up at 3 AM on his birthday to an empty bed. What could Alex possibly be getting up to at 3 AM the night before his birthday? The possibilities are endless.

got myself in quite a tangle by coffeecatsme

"It seems I've gotten myself in quite a tangle." "Tangle?" Henry's voice is hoarse, eyes darkened as they travel over Alex's body. They stop at his crotch, and Alex can see it even under the dim lights—Henry's growing hard too, a visible bulge pushing at his sweatpants. Alex's cock gives a desperate twitch. "Y'know, I was trying to put them around the tree," he starts, gesturing at the plain tree at the corner. It's clear he didn't even attempt to touch it. "And somehow I've managed to completely trap myself. Can't even move my hands." Henry makes a desperate noise at the back of his throat as his eyes snap up to Alex's face. Alex flashes him a suggestive grin, teeth biting down on his lip. "Seems I'm completely at your mercy."

The Forces of Chance and Coincidences by @stellarm

Bad weather leads to a late flight that leads to no one being where they wanted to be, but maybe everyone was where they needed to be.

I've never felt safer (than when I'm with you) by viciouslyqueer

Alex takes the bag and opens it slowly, careful not to rip it, and gasps quietly as he sees what’s inside. “H, you didn’t…” Strong arms wrap around his waist from behind, Henry’s chest warm against his back. “Do you like it?” Henry asks in a whisper, resting his chin on Alex’s shoulder. Alex doesn’t know what to say. Gingerly, like he might ruin it with even the smallest touch, he takes out the silky fabric and holds it up in front of them. It’s a gorgeous dress, fancy too, in a deep red color with thin straps and an open back. It’s long, almost touching the floor even as Alex holds it up and has a slit on the left side that would probably end a little above Alex’s knee.

An Amateur's Guide to Professional Gift-Giving by anincompletelist

Alex, a former-law-student-taking-some-time-off turned professional part-time gift giver, is tasked with finding a gift for the most high profile client he's ever worked with, both in and out of the world of law. It turns out finding the perfect gift for the Prince of Wales might be easier than he'd anticipated.

Love At First Bark by everwitch

“I still don’t know your name, do I?” Henry watches Alex where he’s crouched down in front of David and gently scratching David below his chin. David absolutely loves Alex. Henry can relate. “It’s David,” Henry supplies. “Cool,” Alex says. “And what’s the dog’s name?” Henry blinks at him. “... David?” “What?” Alex exclaims. He looks from David to Henry and then back at David again. “Wow, okay, that is a choice.” Henry wants to sink through the earth and never come back up again.

don't let me get drunk again by headabovethewater

Alex had never wanted to cancel plans as much as he had while watching Henry pull a pair of light wash, tight jeans over his stockinged legs and bare ass. Christ, he’s getting hard thinking about it now.

The Beginner's Guide to Floristry by clottedcreamfudge

As if there's anything romantic about it; as if it's not the most humiliating death Alex can imagine. This is why he doesn't do relationships. This is why he never will. The risk, as far as he fucking sees it, is too great. -- Hanahaki Disease is a fictional disease where the victim of unrequited or one-sided love begins to vomit or cough up the petals and flowers of a flowering plant growing in their lungs, which will eventually grow large enough to render breathing impossible.

Everything you take, you make it better. So go on, take forever by @hgejfmw-hgejhsf

It's 2024, and nobody knows they're engaged. But they will, just as soon as Alex can decide what to wear to his birthday dinner. Henry has an idea and a special gift to match.

false pretenses by rizcriz

Henry spins around, glaring at Alex. “For christs sake,” He hisses, holding a hand out between them. “Can we just not? I do not have the capacity to pretend to hate you today.” Alex splutters as Henry turns on his heel and starts to walk away. He stares after him helplessly. “Pretend?” After a beat, he starts to follow after him, “What the fuck do you mean pretend?” Three years of breathing down each others necks, fighting every time they come in contact with each other. And if Henry is saying every single thing on his end has been pretend, Alex Claremont-Diaz is going to have a fucking breakdown. Because he has been harboring this stupid fucking crush and burying it beneath false antagonism, meeting Henry where he’s at, for three years, and if Henry is implying that they’re both faking it— -- or, Alex learns better.

turn the desert to glass (you would be the one) by @taste-thewaste

Henry and Alex's domestic bliss has lead to some changes in Henry's body. Henry doesn't really mind being a little chubby, but he wonders if Alex does. Alex, it turns out, does not. Not one bit. He does not mind one bit, and he is more than eager to prove it.

coming on fast like good dreams do by cricketnationrise

When Henry recovers from his unexpected factory reset, he still can’t really breathe properly and somehow Alex is still standing in front of him with a hopeful and excited expression on his face. “Run that by me again?” he asks faintly. “I need your help.” “Right…” “I need you to edge me. Like a lot,” Alex says with a shrug. Nope, it’s not any clearer a second time around.

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[bless-my-demons]

Redamancy: Chapter Twenty

Series Summary: What happens when your soulmate is a vampire that struggles to maintain a diet of trying not to kill you? Common sense says run for the hills, nothing is worth your life - but my heart is whispering why not, what’s there to lose?

Warnings: angstyyy

Notes: Posting a day early - y’all can thank @losa12308 for catching me in a good mood, hope this helps ya feel better hun❤️

Word Count: 2130

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Reader

Nearly two weeks Jacob Black has not only been ignoring and avoiding Bella, but Quil and I too. Ever since the night of the movies, since his uncharacteristically rude outburst at Mike Newton. Both of my best friends were stressed about it which in turn stresses me out. I’ve called him multiple times to leave voicemails about what he’s doing to his friends, but it was to no avail - radio silence remained.

Bella said Harry Clearwater told her it was mono, but anyone could smell that bullshit from a mile away. Did mono render you catatonic? Unable to communicate with people that care about you?

An uneasy feeling settled in my gut, it had to be more. Something was keeping him from us and I want to know what that something is.

I need to know, I can’t just lose another one…

• March 4th, 2006 • Home •

Reader

“Mom!” I shout through the empty house, trying to locate her.

A rare day we both have off to spend together and I’m about to ditch her.

“Yes, sweetheart?” I hear her voice drift from the laundry room as I make my way downstairs.

Turning as the sound of my approaching footsteps, she raises her eyebrows at my appearance - noting that my state of dress isn’t exactly for a day-in at home anymore.

“Bella called, was wondering if I’d go hiking with her? I think she just needs to take her mind off of Jake and wants company.”

My moms face falls slightly, but I can tell she won’t stop me from running to my best friend’s aid, “Just be careful and take your phone.”

“Thanks mom!” I surge forward and hug her quickly before snatching my keys from the hook by the door on my way out.

“And be back before dark!”

“Of course, love you!” I shout back.

“I love you too, honey!”

I speed almost the entire way to Bella’s - wanting to get her mind off of Jake was true, but she also wanted help finding the meadow.

As in, the meadow.

Her and Edward’s meadow.

• March 4th, 2006 • Ithaca, NY •

Jasper

For months I’ve been feeling with this crack in my soul because of her and I’ve been doing it alone. Admittedly it’s my own doing, but the chafing of not really having my brother in my corner has worn away at me in way that doubles the pain of the loss.

I find myself gravitating towards his closed door, something that before Ithaca would’ve been an odd sight, and knocking on the thin wood.

“Go away.” The words rumble in his distinct baritone just loud enough for me to hear.

“No.” I answer simply, just as tired.

The door whips open in a flash and his eyes send a shock through me. Not because they’re dark with hunger - but dark with anger. And his emotions reflect it threefold.

“What do you want?” His tone raises my hackles, reminding me that my brother isn’t one to be messed with in a mood like this one.

A delicate hand curls up and around his chest, the owner of it completely blocked from view by his massive frame, and he visibly deflates. His anger dialing back a fraction at the influence of just her touch.

A slice of pain lances through me, regret or just plain loneliness at this point I’m not sure.

“Hear him out.” Rose orders him softly, kissing him on the cheek as she slips out from behind him and meets my eyes before disappearing down the hall. “Good luck.”

I reign in the laugh that threatens to bubble up at her throwing me to the wolves, but it’s another thing I’m doing to myself of my own free will, I need my brother.

Holding open the door wider for me to enter, he turns on his heel and deposits himself into the loveseat across from the tv, some muted football game flashing on it.

“I miss you and I’m sorry.” I unload on him with no preamble. No drawn out apology has ever been a requirement of his, short and to the point always a favorite to him.

A dark laugh thunders from him in a way that crushes me even more, “That’s it?”

I nod, I had thought about this conversation for months since he started avoiding me, but all my rehearsed words vacate me.

“That’s one hell of an apology.” The remote emits a small crack as his anger continues to boil. “I got no say, no one wanted to hear me out, and I’m just supposed to suck it the fuck up and just go with the flow of what’s best for the family.” He’s practically vibrating with barely constrained rage, but I let him continue. “She’s not just yours, Jasper.”

A shock jolts me for the second time, his sadness tugging at my heart heavily.

“She’s yours and that’s what makes her mine.” I can tell my confusion spurs Emmett on and he rises from the couch, “As your brother, it’s my responsibility to be her protector and you fucking ripped that away from me. You’re hurting her on purpose and it’s hurting me.”

I’m speechless as his words sink in. Familial-like bonds in a coven as old as ours are strong, but I had no idea.

“She was also my best friend-my little sister. I told her I would be there for her and you’re making me break my promise - something I’ve never fucking done.” Turning away from me to pace in a very non-Emmett move, “Are you going to say anything?”

“I had no idea-”

“You never considered, never noticed, never asked. It’s only been you in pain. You and Edward. You don’t even see what it does to Alice every time you ask her to check on Y/n.”

Her name sends agony anew through me, a thin knife that slices flesh from bone with surgical precision.

“I’m scared.” He would’ve missed my whisper if it weren’t for his supernatural hearing.

“Scared of what?” He’s before me in a flash, gripping my shoulders. “Scared of loving her?”

“Scared of her loving me! Scared of hurting her!” The house falls into dead silence, listening. “You’ve never known terror like this with Rose! You’re not afraid to kill her just from being around her, smelling her, touching her. You have no restrictions, no boundaries!” Tears of venom swirl my vision, but refuse to fall.

I push him off me and turn, attempting to reign in my distress.

“Bro-”

“I can’t do this without you. It’s like wave after wave of grief and I’m at my limit Emmett.” The seriousness in my tone softens him, love and compassion flow from him in a way that feels like his old self and it loosens the tension inside me a fraction.

“I may be angry with you, but I’ll never leave you.” My brother spins me around and engulfs me in his signature bear-hug.

Esme may be the mother of our group, but Emmett is the glue holding us all together. I’d be drowning without my brother and if his death-grip of a hug is any indication, he knows it.

• March 4th, 2006 • Forks, WA •

Reader

“I’m pretty sure we passed that tree two times in the last hour, Bells.” Tromping behind my best friend, I keep my eyes fixed down to prevent myself from tripping over the dense foliage.

“We’re close, I just know it.” There’s a desperate edge to Bella’s voice that stops my teasing and squeezes my heart, I know that feeling. To be grasping for something out of reach to link me back to him.

Pushing through a particularly thick cluster of low-lying branches, I smack face first into Bella’s backpack.

“Bella, you can’t just stop-” Finally my surroundings make sense and I realize we’ve found it. It’s brown and sad as fuck, but we actually found it.

I spin, taking in every inch of the dead meadow as Bella drops to the ground, fingers clutching the crunchy grass. Facing the middle again, I gasp at the figure standing before us, the sound startling Bella into a standing position next to me.

“Bella and Y/n.”

“Laraunt.” His name is a choked gasp on my best friend’s lips.

“I didn’t expect to find either one of you here.” He begins pacing casually in front of us “I went to visit the Cullen’s, but the house is empty? I’m surprised they left you both behind. Weren’t you both sort of… pets of theirs?”

“Y-yeah, you could say that.” Bella answers him as I reach for her hand, a sort of dread sinking in as I think over his words and what he might be getting at.

“Do the Cullen’s visit often?”

You need to leave, darlin’. He’s not safe.

“Yeah absolutely - all the time.” Bella’s lie causes the hair on the back of my neck to raise.

“We’ll tell them you stopped by.” I chime in, trying to make it seem believable and also trying to keep the shaking from my voice - both from the deadly turn of the conversation and from hearing his voice in my head.

“I probably shouldn’t - Edward,” the name rolling of her tongue has her squeezing my hand in pain, “Because he’s pretty protective.”

“But he’s far away, isn’t he? They both are.”

Terror begins to flood my chest, he’s making sure we’re alone.

“Why are you here?” Bella flips the questioning onto Laraunt.

“I came as a favor… To Victoria.” His answer practically stops my heart and I know he can hear it.

“Victoria.” The whisper slips from me without a second thought.

“She asked me to see if either of you were still under the protection of the Cullens. Victoria feels it’s only fair to kill Edward’s and Jasper’s mates, given they killed her’s.” His eyes flicked between us, no doubt sensing the blow of both of their names. “An eye for an eye.”

“Edward would know who did it! And he’d come after you.”

Threaten him.

“Jasper would hunt both of you down.” My emotions fill my voice, the threat not as potent as it could be.

“I don’t think they will. After all, how much could you mean to them if they left you here, unprotected?” The vampire sighs, like he’s actually fucking torn, “Victoria won’t be happy about my killing you, but I can’t help myself - both of you are so mouth watering.”

“Please don’t, y-you helped us-” Bella begins to panic, but he flashes directly in front of us with his speed, fingers reaching for our faces.

“Shhh-shhh, don’t be afraid! I’m doing you a kindness - Victoria plans on killing you slowly, painfully. Whereas I’ll make it quick. I promise, you’ll feel nothing.”

“Edward I love you.” Bella’s confession slips as I close my eyes and squeeze her hand in mine. At least we go together, right?

“I can’t believe it.” The awe in Laraunt’s voice opens my eyes as twigs begin snapping in the tree line behind us.

One large wolf, black as night, emerges from the forest. Large being a gross understatement - more like the size of a fucking horse. Behind the massive animal emerges more of the same, although slightly smaller, but no less scary.

A pack of wolves. A pack of supernaturally huge wolves.

And they’re facing down a vampire, no less.

A vampire on a mission to kill us.

Run.

The command zings through me and takes charge. I yank on Bella’s arm as Laraunt bats away the first wolf like it was nothing, it’s yelp stunning her into action.

The panicked sprint through the woods for her truck is much faster this time than the hike out, neither of us stopping or looking back.

Afraid to see if anything was giving chase.

Afraid to see if the wolves didn’t buy us time.

The ride back to Bella’s was tense to say the least. Too stuck in my own head to even say anything to her, the terror still coursing through my veins keep my mouth shut and fists clenched. What if Laraunt got away from them? What if he was still hunting us?

I never realized until now how scary it is, not having the supernatural protection of the Cullens.

I never realized that I took for granted the safety Jasper surrounded me with. Well, used to surround me with.

The sour thought sends another all-too-familiar painful zap through my chest.

As soon as Bella pulls into her drive, I hop out and climb into my own as she runs inside, probably to tell her dad about the absolutely massive wolves lurking in Forks’ woods.

Wolves that might’ve just saved our lives.

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[whimsicallyenchantedrose]

Season 3 Rewatch Drabbles: 3x22 There's No Place Like Home (Part 2)

Summary:  A series of 100-500 word drabbles to accompany my    rewatch of season 3 of Once Upon a Time.  There will be a drabble–either a deleted scene, a “fix it” fic or a character musing for each episode of the season.  Focus will be on Emma, Henry, the Charmings and Killian–with an emphasis on Captain Swan’s epic love story.

Word Count: 493

Other Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (18) (19) (20) (21) (22) (23) (24) (25) (27) (28)

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Notes: I knew there was no way I could stick to just one drabble an episode for the CS movie, so I didn't even try. There will be 2 drabbles for 3x21 and 4 for 3x22. They are all written, so the plan is to post one per day until they're all posted.

Note #2: Thanks to @jrob64 and @snowbellewells for the prompt!

She was in shock.  There was no other way to explain her current state of calm after what had just happened, after what she’d just witnessed. 

After escaping the Evil Queen’s cell, with her innocent prisoner in tow, Hook had filled her in on what she’d missed.  Snow White had sent them a way to get into the castle, but she hadn’t met back up with them, and they were concerned she’d been captured.

When they’d reached the large, circular window overlooking the courtyard, they discovered that their concerns were more than founded.

Emma would never forget the horror of looking down to see her mom tied to a stake, surrounded by wood and with the Evil Queen preparing to hurl a fireball in her direction.  She’d been desperate to move, to act, to do something to stop what was about to happen, but without her magic, she was completely powerless.

As the Evil Queen let the fireball fly, and as her mother’s writhing form was consumed, Hook pulled her to himself, and she clung to him.  Needing him, needing his comfort more than she ever had before.

They’d watched in horrified fascination as the fire quickly did its job, leaving nothing but ash in its wake.  She couldn’t look away.  As horrific as it was, she couldn’t look away.

Finally, as the guards and the Queen turned back toward the castle, Hook had reminded them that they would accomplish nothing by being captured themselves, and they’d stealthily left the castle, returning to the fire her dad and Killian had built while they waited.

“After my brother passed,” Killian said almost hesitantly once the two of them were again alone, “all I could do was relive that final, terrible moment. Don’t do that to yourself, love.  All we can do at times like these is to try to live in the here and now.”

She appreciated his attempts to help her through this, but it would take some time before she could close her eyes without seeing her mother murdered before her eyes and her completely powerless to stop it.

They had failed, and failed so profoundly, nothing could ever be right again.  Her mom was dead, and with her gone, Regina would never be defeated, the kingdom would never be saved, her dad would never have true love, her baby brother, who’d just been born, would never exist.

Would never exist.

Suddenly a ray of hope pierced her darkness.

“Here and now,” she said, brow furrowed.  “I’m still here.  How is that possible?  We saw her die, which means I would never be born.”

Killian’s eyes widened as the implications of her words hit him. “You should have faded from existence.”

“Exactly,” she said.

“Well then, perhaps–” he began slowly.

“She’s still alive!” Emma said, knowing that somehow, some way, against all odds it had to be true.  She hadn’t lost her mother after all, not yet anyway.  There was still hope!

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[ladylooch]

I feel like after Timo finds out that Emma is pregnant after their hook up, he is worried about how his family will react as they are already not fond of her because of their on and off sex life and accuse her of distracting him from hockey, so when they visit his family, they are already gives glares to Emma and slut shaming and noticing that she timo being a little too protective of her and keeping his arms around her and when they find out that she pregnant, they don't react very well to the news

Ooooo this is such an amazing thought! And you’re right. They are not fans of Emma.

The only one who likes Emma in the beginning is Larissa, Timo’s sister. She can always see Emma’s point of view and knows her brother can be a lil bit of a hoe, so the hesitancy to commit is legit. 

I am returning home from a quick trip to Whole Foods when I find Timo sitting in the living room. He looks lost in thought, hand raking through his hair in anxiousness. He hears me at the door and looks up, locking eyes with me.

I got carried away and this is long 🫢

“Hi.” I say brightly, walking towards him in the living room. “Okay, I think I am actually starting to waddle. Which is so weird because I am barely pregnant. But there is this distinct-“ My voice stops when I see his mom and dad standing at the kitchen island, glasses of wine in their hands and shocked expressions. 

“You didn’t see my text huh?” Timo asks, standing.

“Ah, I left my phone here.” I furrow my eyebrows at him, then anxiously glance to where his parents are shooting daggers at me. 

“My parents flew in to surprise me.” 

“That’s so nice.” I breathe out, accepting his kiss as he comes to me. Judging by his stiffness, it isn’t actually nice.

“You should go to Nico’s.” He whispers so only I can hear. I’m confused, eyebrows furrowing. Why would I leave when his parents are here and I just got groceries so we could make charcuterie for dinner?

“Emma is pregnant?” Claudia forces out through gritted teeth. “Timo, how could you let that happen?” 

Shame ripples over my skin at her tone as Timo takes the bags from me. Everything about her voice screams gold digging whore. My cheeks dust red, eyes wide at Timo as he sucks in a defensive breath.

“Baby, go to Nico’s. Please.” I look at his tightening mouth, feeling tears fill my eyes at the way they are watching us. His face is closing off but the turmoil is clear in his beautiful blue eyes. He steps between me and his parents so I am forced to look only at him. “Leave.” There is a sharpness there I don’t like. 

“Okay.” My voice is small as I turn and head straight to the door, not bothering to look again at his parents. 

“You better be getting a paternity test. That girl is an absolute money-” I shut the door on Charly’s words. My lips squeeze and I rush to the elevator to go see Nico. I fumble with my keys, finding his and opening the door fast.

“Jesus!” I hear then watch as Nico hits the floor behind the couch with someone. He’s completely naked and I gasp at the view of his bare tush.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry!” I cry. Holy shit, Nico has a girl here. And he is naked with her.

“Ahhh Em… Can you go to my room for a sec?” 

“Yep.”

“That’s my sister.” He tells whoever is under him.

“Oh good. That makes me feel better.” A female responds.

I go to Nico’s room, hiding my face in my hands until he comes in.

“So what should I wear to go kick his ass?” Nico snarls immediately at my tears.

“No. Just come here.” Nico sits on the bed and wraps his arms around me. I curl into him, crying into his chest. “Timo’s parents are here and… I don’t know something is happening and he told me to come here.” Nico’s eyebrows furrow. 

“The baby?”

“I don’t know… I mentioned I was pregnant when I walked in because I thought it was just Timo and they were standing around the corner. Then his dad was telling Timo to get a paternity test as I was leaving.”

“Oof.” Nico cringes, rubbing his hands along my back. I sniff, wiping at my running nose with my thumb. “He knows it’s his. I wouldn’t worry about that.”

“I don’t think they like me.” 

“They don’t know you.” Nico shrugs. “And what’s not to like?”

“You have to say that. You’re my brother.”

“I don’t think I do.” He shrugs as we hear the bathroom door open down the hall.

“So who’s that?” Nico tries to hide his smile by biting his bottom lip but his dimples give him away. 

“Ah… her name is Lexi.” 

“You seem to be pretty close.” Nico laughs and that makes me laugh too. We pull apart. “Can I meet her?”

“Yeah. I was hoping you would soon, so why not now.”

We walk to the kitchen together where Lexi has started to prepare glasses of hot chocolate. Marshmallows are flowing out of each of the tops as she makes eye contact with me.

“Hot chocolate always makes me feel better when I’m upset.” She offers me a mug. “I’m Lexi.”

“Emma. Thank you so much.”

“It’s really nice to meet you. Nico talks about you all the time.”

“Yeah I’m his idol.” I tease, poking his side. I watch their eyes meet and Lexi look away with a blush. 

“I can go…”

“No, stay.” I encourage her. 

I’m at Nico’s for hours. So long that we order pizza for dinner because I am starving and queasy from hunger. I’ve poured the whole story out to them and we have overanalyzed every detail of it all. We all mutually come to the conclusion that the reality of our prior relationship and me being pregnant was probably a lot for his parents to swallow. It’s best to give them some grace and see how Timo is later. I still don’t have my phone, but figure Timo will come get me whenever he is done. 

A soft knock sounds on the door as we are watching Twilight: New Moon. Nico opens the door, standing in the way of Timo entering around him.

“What the fuck.” Nico hisses. So much for that grace.

“Can we not do this right now? Em, come here.” Lexi and I share a look. She gives me an encouraging nod. I stand, tossing my blanket to the side and going to the door. Timo looks so distressed and angry. 

I walk around Nico, right into Timo’s outstretched arms. 

“I am so sorry.” Timo sighs, tightening his grip protectively around me. “I am so embarrassed by what they were saying. I wanted to explain to you what was going on but they showed up and then you did and I.. had to protect you from them. I’m so sorry.” 

“Why?”

“They…” He searches for the right words, looking up at the top of the door frame. “They think we aren’t right for each other. And the news of the baby was a shock.” 

“They’re not happy for us.”

“No. And I told them not to come around until they are.”

“I don’t want you to miss out on a relationship with your parents because of me.”

“It’s not because of you, it’s because of them. They disrespected you and our child. That is not okay with me.”

“I’m with T on this.” Nico says, giving him a head nod of respect.

“Are they gone?”

“Yeah, they’re waiting for a cab back to the airport. Did you eat? It’s late, we need to get you food.”

“I ate.” I assure him, rubbing at his abdomen gently. “Stop worrying.” 

“You’re pregnant. I can’t.” 

We walk back to the elevator together after saying goodbye to Nico. Timo will have to meet Lexi another day. He’s too agitated to do any sort of small talk.

“I put them on the first fucking flight out. That’s what took so long was finding an airline flying to Europe tonight with two open seats.” He sighs, rushing his hand through his hair. “The way they were talking about you was disgusting. I kept reminding them that you were the mother of my child and they were all “allegedly.” Fuck. I can’t believe they would act like that.”

The door to the elevator opens and we head back to his apartment. Claudia is waiting alone outside his door. I stop in my tracks, going behind Timo and warily looking at her. Her lips are pursed and she watches our approach in silence. Timo’s hand comes to lace with mine and I know he’s got me.

“Mom, I am not doing this with you again. If you are going to say another negative word about the mother of my child, you should save your breath and go join dad in that cab downstairs.” 

As we get closer, tears are obvious in her eyes.

“It’s…” She looks behind Timo directly at me. She sucks in a deep breath, then wipes under her eyes. “I want to know my grandchild. I believe you. This is real and you’re in love and you’re going to be a family. I want to be part of that family.” 

“I told you the rules.” 

“I know. And I accept.” 

I look up at Timo for an explanation. He doesn’t give one, but nods at his mom. 

“I will call you when I return home.” She offers. Timo nods again. She heads passed us to the elevator, giving me an apologetic look that she can’t quite speak yet. 

“Rules?” I ask Timo when we enter the apartment. 

“Yeah, it’s pretty simple love and respect my future wife and child. Unconditionally.” He rolls his eyes, rubbing the back of his neck and stretching the muscles out. 

“So were you ever going to tell me your parents don’t like me?”

“Yes. Two weeks after I actually get you to stick around? No.” 

“That’s fair.” I nod, stepping forward and running my arms around his body. “What am I up against?”

“A lot. I’m sorry. It’s not fair. They think you are pulling my focus away from my career goals and trying to take my money.” 

“But you defended me.”

“Hell yeah I did. I’d go toe to toe with anyone for you.” 

“Then it’s going to be okay.” I assure him, wanting to ease that burden. I place my cheek on his pec, trying to let his warmth comfort my disappointment at finding all this out.

“Larissa loves you.” He murmurs of his sister as he rests his chin on my head. “She probably loves you more than me honestly. She’s taken your side every time. In every situation. Team Emma, for sure.” I chuckle into his shirt. 

“When is she coming to town?”

“In a few weeks. That should go better than this.”  

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Season 4 and 5 Once Upon a Time Rewatch Reflections

I’m combining the two seasons because my season 4 post kept getting flagged as mature and then I lost my phone which had that write up on it 😔😔

-the dynamic between Emma and Regina gives me heart eyes! They are so fiercely protective over each other it makes me swoon. Honestly they should have kept Hook dead so that swan queen could finally happen. When Henry refers to them as his moms or when they call Henry THEIR son I die!

-thank god Belle finally accepted that Rumple ain’t shit. I know his accent is hot but damn girl stand up!

-It’s good that they gave Ursula a happy ending. I think it’s sus that they killed Merlin off in such a brutal way 🙃 anti-Blackness is too much man.

-Zelena is a dastardly ass woman 😭 getting pregnant so your opps can’t hurt you? Fucking diabolical. She’s in a race with Rumple for worst villain on the show.

-I’m glad they brought Mulan back but her story line still makes me sad :( Asian queer women deserve better than this smh.

-I was shocked that Ruby and Dorothy got an on screen kiss!!!!!! I guess gay shit is ok as long as it’s not the main characters? 😒😒😒 THIS IS MAKING ME SO MAD WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALLLLLL!

-Dark One Emma is incredibly hot ok?! I love how sultry her voice is.

-I don’t care how big a tantrum my kid would throw, there is ZERO chance I would be taking them to the underworld on a mission to save my dead lover. You can stay your ass at home with Granny and Merida! Henry is sooo willful I guess it runs in the family!

-When Cruella called baby Neal chisel chin junior I laughed for several minutes lol.

On a final note, I’m really intrigued by the idea of destiny and how it plays out in the show. I believe there is a path set out for us in life but it can take many routes, twists and turns. We as individuals navigate these routes based on our actions, environment, personal goals and ambition. We can choose to lean into our selfish “evil villain” urges in times of conflict, then change our direction by being compassionate, then turn back to confrontational behavior all in one day! We can choose to let our pain and suffering fester into “monstrous” behaviour, or we can confront it and transform it into our own personal “magic.” We are truly the authors of our fate. Here’s hoping that despite everything the writers put Regina through she has a happy ending!

Also I decided to wait until I finish the entire series to make the astrology post because I want to see everyone’s complete character development before I make my final judgement. I’m almost halfway through season 6 so it’ll be here soon ☺️.

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better left unsaid // cth

chapter forty three

in which orion has leukemia, and calum doesn’t know.

calum hood x fem!oc

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november 22, 2018 san diego, california orion

A tiny body flopping on top of me wakes me up. It’s accompanied by happy squeals, and I recognize the weight digging into me with child-sized bony knees and elbows as Eri. 

“Eri! I told you! You have to knock!” Em yells after him, entering the room with her hand shielding her eyes. “Please tell me I don’t need to cover my eyes right now!”

I laugh, hearing Cal’s quiet chuckles into my hair behind me. I’m still decked out in a full sweatsuit and Calum is wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt while he’s wrapped around me. The thought of doing something intimate with him last night hadn’t even crossed my mind. I was too shocked and happy to simply be in his presence to think about that. 

“We are fully clothed, Em,” I announce, peeking over the fluffy comforter at my brother, who is smiling wickedly, a construction paper headband with a turkey on it falling off his head. 

“Happy Thanksgiving!” Eri shrieks far too close to my ear. 

“Happy Thanksgiving,” Calum and I mumble in sync.

I’d slept soundly last night for the first time in forever and actually feel rested this morning. I’m not in a bad mood whatsoever, but this wake up call isn’t my favorite. 

“Eri, do you and Em want to go get everything out and ready to go for cinnamon rolls? Cal and I will be down in a minute to help you,” I say, hoping to get Eri off of us and out of the room for a few moments. 

“Yeah! We can help, Emi!” Eri exclaims before he clambers off the bed to the doorway, grabbing Emelia’s hand to drag her out of the room. Em closes the door behind her. 

As I flip over to face Calum, his arm that’s draped over my waist tightens as I move. I sling my leg to hook over his and reach my hand up to cup his somewhat stubbly cheek. He’s sleepily smiling at me, his eyes droopy and smile faint. I feel my heart nearly fly away as it soars. Being back in this proximity to Calum, on good terms, feels better than I could’ve imagined. 

“Morning,” I say, immediately crashing my lips to his, completely unfazed by the likelihood of morning breath. 

He presses his body into mine, diminishing any sliver of air that was between us. His hand that was around my waist trails down, moving swiftly over my spine, lightly caressing my ass, and then stopping at my thigh that he squeezes. His lips move slowly against mine, pulling away to smile widely before he presses repeated, quick pecks against my mouth that send me into a fit of giggles.

“Good morning,” he finally says back, his brown eyes staring into my soul.

When I start to think about how nice it is to wake up next to him again, my eyes get teary. I’ve cried so much lately that I don’t want to cry now and ruin the moment, so I sniff and kiss Calum one more time while I try to make my eyes as dry as they should be.

“I believe chef Orion was requested in the kitchen,” Cal mutters against my lips and his thumb traces circles on my thigh. Even through my sweatpants, it gives me goosebumps. 

I pull back so he can see me roll my eyes. “Fine, I won’t kiss you after we’ve spent all that time apart. Guess you didn’t miss me.”

I pray that my joke lands and I didn’t just mess everything up.

Calum’s laughter fills the room, though, so I know I’m in the clear. “I missed you more than anything, baby.” He kisses me again, and then he throws the blankets off our bodies, exposing us to the colder air in the bedroom.

I groan loudly and curse him silently.

Calum gets out of bed swiftly and then scoops my frail body into his arms before I can stop him. We’re running down the stairs seconds later, our combined laughter and thudding footsteps surely wake up my moms if they weren’t already awake. When we get to the kitchen, they’re both already there, Mama helping Eri reach something from a tall upper cabinet and Emelia and Mom drinking mimosas and pointing at some piece of paper that I think is a recipe for something. 

“Here she is, Eri!” Mama exclaims excitedly, her eyebrows dancing as she wiggles them at me. 

“We have to make cinnamon rolls!” Eri demands. He has our old wooden rolling pin that belonged to our bisabuela before she passed away a few years ago. It’s now a mandatory tool to make our annual Thanksgiving Day cinnamon rolls. 

Calum sets me down finally, right next to Emelia, who’s already pouring two more mimosas for Calum and me. 

“Don’t worry, E, I know we have to make cinnamon rolls. I do it every year.” 

When I was younger, we’d just bought the canned Pillsbury cinnamon rolls at the store and ate those for breakfast every Thanksgiving. But, when I was a junior in high school, I started baking as a hobby and decided to try making them from scratch. Ever since then, I have had to make them from scratch for Thanksgiving because everyone else in the family would never forgive me if I didn’t. 

Emelia hands me my mimosa and I take a sip from it before I assess the state of the kitchen, trying to figure out what I need to do next. It looks like almost everything I need is out on the counters, including the laminated recipe card I made last year. 

Eri and I make the cinnamon rolls — his main job is helping me mix everything, which he still manages to make a very messy activity — while my moms get Emelia and Calum to help them with veggie chopping for dinner later. While the cinnamon rolls bake in the oven, I hear our front door open and voices flood the foyer. It’s my abuelo, my tío, and cousins. My tía had to work today despite the holiday, but she will probably come over later on if she can.

Once the other kids are here, Eri abandons his job in the kitchen, leaving it to just adults, which makes the whole thing feel far less chaotic. When my abuelo walks in, he simply lights up when he sees Calum. 

“Calum!” He nearly yells with surprise. “I didn’t think you’d be here today!” 

Cal looks to me with a smug smile before he walks to my abuelo to hug him. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be, Abuelo.” 

After he hugs Calum, he hugs me. “La mejor sorpresa, mi estrella,” Abuelo whispers to me. “¿No lo sueltes otra vez, bien?”

“Nunca,” I whisper back to him, my eyes focused on Calum who’s smiling at me still.

My family catches up with Calum while I drink a mimosa that’s far more champagne than it is orange juice. I’ve mixed together the frosting for the rolls already and have cleaned up most of the mess caused by baking them from scratch with the help from Emelia.

As I look around the room, full of people I love, it washes over me. This could be my last Thanksgiving. I could never bake cinnamon rolls again. What if this is my last holiday ever? Will I even make it to Christmas? What will this look like next year without me, or the year after? Will our traditions continue on without me?

I don’t know if I want things to stay the same for everyone or for them all to completely change. 

I realize I’ve zoned out when the timer on the oven goes off and Emelia waves an oven mitt in front of my face. I thank her before I take it and the other one from its place on the counter and shut off the oven. 

Eri runs in the room at full speed. “Are they ready?”

I sigh. “They have to cool off, bud.” 

He pouts.

“I promise I’ll come get you when they’re done and you can pick the first one.” 

—

Hours later, we’re all outside around the table with full plate and mugs of mulled wine in front of the adults and hot chocolate in front of the kids. 

“Okay, you know the deal. One thing you’re thankful for and the best part of your year,” Mama calls out to everyone. She’s at the head of the table, with Mom at the other end. Abuelo, my cousins, and Eri are on one side of the table, and then Emelia, my tío and Calum are on the other with myself.

I knew this was coming, but I hadn’t really thought about it and now I have no idea how I’ll answer. My year was quite shitty. Thankful isn’t a word I’d use to describe any of my feelings right now. 

Abuelo goes first and says he’s thankful for the chance to be here with us all today and the best part of his year was watching Eri graduate from kindergarten. My cousins talk about their vacation to Florida and Eri talks about hanging out with Duke and Calum as his highlights. Mama says she’s thankful for family and her favorite part of the year was last night when Cal, Em and I were all here together with Eri. She said it was like having all her baby birds back in the nest. 

“I’m thankful to have a chance to spend time with my second family,” Emelia says. “And the best part of my year was probably when we got to celebrate Macy being cancer free.” I try to smile at her from two seats down but I’m sure the attempt isn’t believable. 

Calum is next, and he squeezes my hand under the table before he speaks. “The best part of my year was probably our tour send off party. So many of my favorite people gathered in our home in celebration of the tour,” he says and then he turns to me. “I’m most thankful for another day to spend with the love of my life.” 

It’s my turn. I should have more than bad things to say about my year. Cancer and the breakup have only been a few months worth of misery, but they feel all consuming. I try to hold back the bad parts and give the good ones a moment to shine. 

“I think the best part was celebrating Macy being cancer free, and I’m thankful that I get to be here with all of you today.” I don’t make eye contact with anyone while I say it, I stare down at the pattern on the antique china that we only use for holiday dinners. 

I study the pattern of florals while tío Ramón and my mom share their answers. I feel Cal’s eyes trained on me the whole time, and I’m fairly confident that he knows I’m trying not to be upset right now. 

I manage to make it through dinner without crying, but I don’t eat much. Calum sneakily takes the food from my plate that he knows I won’t eat and I’m glad he’s here to do it so no one can yell at me for not eating. My appetite is basically nonexistent. The mimosas from this morning and red wine from the dinner wear me down quickly, and my brain is warm and hazy by the time Calum and I curl up on the couch to watch football with Emelia. 

A stampede of tiny feet run into the living room with shrill laughter filling the air, and the little ones throw themselves onto the couch. I barely avoid the sharp elbows that Eri flings about while he flops on top of me for the second time today.

“Woah, bud!” Cal says, pulling my body closer to his so I’m not pinned down by my brother. “Let’s be more careful when you body slam someone. You could hurt them.” 

“Cal! Come play hide and seek with us!” Eri pleads. 

Emelia and Calum speak simultaneously in response. 

“Okay, bud, just for a little,” Cal says.

“Eri, Calum hasn’t seen your sister in months. I’ll come play with you,” Emelia offers. 

Emelia stands up quickly and runs away, making the kids all chase her to whichever room she’s gone to steer them away from us. There she goes again, being the best friend I don’t deserve. I’m grateful for the chance to be alone with Calum again. 

“What’s on your mind, O?” Cal asks when everyone is out of earshot. 

I debate brushing off the question or saying something totally different than what’s really on my mind, but I decide I’ve lied enough to Calum. He’s here because he wants to be here despite the bad shit that’s going on, so I have to tell the truth. 

I feel tears welling in my eyes before I look up to meet his gaze. “What if this is my last Thanksgiving?” 

Calum’s face falls, but he tries to keep his expression neutral. He fails. I could see the sadness in his eyes from a mile away.

“I don’t want you to think like that,” he says. “I know that you can’t help it and you will think like that, but honestly, my love, I’m really just happy we get to be together today.” 

He’s right. I think back to just yesterday when I was crying in bed because I missed him. Now he’s here and things are fine between us. Yesterday I was terrified that he wouldn’t want to come back to me if I called but today he’s here and he loves me and wants to put it all behind us.

The thing is, we can put our problems behind us, but the cancer has to stay right where it is. At the center of my life, and now, at the center of Calum’s.

I’ve been silently mulling things over in my head for too long, I realize, because Cal starts talking again. 

“Do you think everyone would be up for a beach sunset? If we leave in the next twenty minutes or so, we should be able to catch it.” 

I look up at him with still teary eyes, a small smile already forming on my lips. This. This is what I’ve needed. Calum by my side making things better in ways I couldn’t even come up with on my own. Somehow he always knows what to say. 

“Everyone’s been drinking a bit, do you think we’ll be able to get there?” I’m also uncertain of whether or not we should go through the hassle of rounding everyone up and getting them ready for the beach. 

“I’ve only had a couple of mimosas this morning, so I can drive one car. And then I think Ramón hasn’t had much to drink either since he’s gotta drive home tonight too. If you want to go, even if it’s just us, we should go.” 

“I don’t know, I don’t want to ruin anyone else’s plans,” I say, now avoiding looking Cal in the eyes. 

He’s not having it. He presses a kiss onto my forehead before he gets up and runs outside. 

“Gloria! Do you think we can get everyone rounded up to go to the beach in the next 15 minutes?!” I hear him yell, and I just shake my head.

I’ve missed him so much. 

20 minutes later, we’re all crammed into Emelia’s SUV and Ramón’s van, driving to the closest beach access. Calum boosts the mood even more by playing the High School Musical soundtrack and sings into an empty Coke bottle like it’s a microphone. Emelia and my moms in the backseat sing along with him and I find myself smiling like a fool. 

If this is my last Thanksgiving, I’m spending it with my family and I’m laughing, and I decide that’s as much as I can ask for. I don’t know what I could do to make it better than to not be sick. 

Emelia and I are sipping red wine from a thermos on the beach, sharing a blanket with Calum while the rest of the family splashes in the water, the hems of their pants getting wet but none of them seem to mind. I grab my phone from my pocket and pull it out, holding it in front of me on selfie mode. Em and Cal lean their heads in and smile for the picture. Emelia then rips it from my hands and leans away from me, making me pose with Calum for a picture of just the two of us. 

There’s some kind of weight that lifts from my heart as I look at the picture of the two of us smiling at the beach, together again at last. The sun shines golden on us and Em caught some of the pink and orange sky in the background. 

I don’t know what comes over me, and it probably has to do with the copious amounts of wine I’ve had today, but I open the Instagram app and switch my profile to public. My follower count climbs instantly as all of the people who’ve requested to follow me become followers by default. 

I don’t even edit the pictures before I’m making them into a carousel post. 

I refresh my notifications and watch them flood in, fan accounts immediately commenting profanities of shock and excitement.

“Holy shit,” Emelia breathes from beside me. She watched me make the post, but now she’s refreshing the post too, watching the notifications pour in in real time.

I look over and find Calum just grinning at me.

“What?” I ask, laughing slightly.

“I’m just really proud of you. I know you’ve been scared to do that for as long as I’ve known you.”

I roll my eyes and lean over to kiss his cheek, but when I go to settle back comfortably on the blanket, he grabs the back of my neck and kisses me on the lips, his grin pressing against mine.

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@orion.seraphina: never had a love so strong and true ‘til i met these two. through the best and the worst. i could say more but i’ll shut up now bc you’re literally right next to me. ilysm @emeliabodelia and the loml @calumhood <3

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Chapter 53 was amazing! One of the best yet! Soooo much happened!

I’m so happy that he told his mom about the abortion. Keeping that from them must have been tough.

The raw sex scene was perfect. Like I didn’t know when or how it would happen but after reading this I wouldn’t have liked it any other way! He said he’d ruin her until she cried and he kept his promise. I liked that it was their last night living together. I saw it like closing that chapter in a way. I also felt like you gave us that bomb ass scene because they’re not gonna have sex again for a while lol.

Im glad YN found a place to live. It was nice having them live together and have easy access to each other but living separately is a nice change and also will bring new plot.

I was shocked to find Jimin so upset about them hooking up again. I was kinda annoyed with him. I was loving Tae so much when he was defending their decision lol. I agree with Jimin somewhat but I don’t agree with how he came at them. I love how calm and collected Jungkook was compared to YN lol. And his “besties for life” line made me lol.

I was nooooot expecting the chapter to end in a big argument! I was kinda annoyed with YN because she was blowing things out of proportion about Esther coming along but I kinda get it a little because I was last minute and she’s not really their friend only Jungkook’s, but still that was more jealousy than actual annoyance at the last minute addition. I think she feels like she’s gonna get replaced because until now she’s been like the only girl in the friend group. Jungkook got stern with her and cursed at her 😳. It’s been a while. He hasn’t really been like that with her since YN was trippin over K!£0…. 🤔 but he’s also wrong for assuming that Esther and YN could share a tent and she wouldn’t mind. He didn’t even ask, he just assumed. He was wrong for that.

So the big question is how the hell is she gonna get Yoongi to go on a friend trip with her?! They aren’t even really friends lol. And she can’t show up without him cause then Jungkook will definitely rub that in her face.

I’m soooo excited! I know YN doesn’t dislike Esther like she did 🥝 so I don’t expect the same type of drama and petty comments to her. I’m so curious what will happen! You are magic, Mimi! Looking forward to the next chapter as always. Take care of yourself and delete all the asks asking for updates lol.

Yes!! Mama Jeon knows now 🥺 one of the reasons why he told her is because they kept asking y/n about him, which made him feel bad because they worry about him. Of course there were other reasons too but I wanted to mention this 🥺

Ahh the 🍣 scene gave me a trouble! First of all, I wanted it to be perfect. I feel like so many of you have waited for it and expected something big, I tried to deliver that. It was hard to write for a certain period of time, I got stuck and then stopped writing it while I continued the story (which I don’t like to do at all because sometimes it can get confusing 😭). I was going back and forth between that scene but in the end, of course I’ve managed to finish it and I’m glad how it ended. Idk if I remember correctly (many thoughts cross my mind while writing) but I think I originally planned the scene to happened on another day ??? Or I know there was something that didn’t go according to the plan 🫣

I’m actually surprised y/n moving out was discussed so much 🫢 it’s completely normal that she wants to have her own home and as much as living with jk was a lot of fun and nice, she can’t stay there forever. What shocked me the most were some ppl in the comments getting mad at jk for not stopping her like 😭 that would be toxic of him! And not having his own opinion lmao

Jimin has surprised us all! I mean you, I knew he was gonna do that 🐸 it’s the fact they’re getting involved with each other this way again, he was like what the fuck is going on

You’re right, he was stern and he can be stern even with her. He got annoyed to because he couldn’t understand why she is so suddenly against Ester. He did feel bad for E at that moment 🫣 he knows her the most out of all of them, so he knows she’s nice and he’s aware of her struggles. Yes, he shouldn’t have assumed anything and my reaction would be the same as y/n’s lol. That part was screaming me 💀 I guess he didn’t think about it enough, he just assumed they could share a tent together since they’re both girls and Maya is with Namjoon so she’s out of the question 😵‍💫 and they probably would share it and y/n would have no problem with it! But she does because of her jealousy and all that 😎 it wasn’t right to assume that anyway, even if jk knew she’d be okay with it under other circumstances. It felt at that moment like she was just going against him purposely. Which she did because she was annoyed and mad at him 🙆‍♀️ oh god, these two are gonna give me a headache!! 😵‍💫😵‍💫

Maybe he’s not gonna come! It is possible and even more with Yoongi tho. He’s not that person to go out and save the day lol I love how everyone assumes he’s just going 😭😭😭

Thank you so much! I enjoyed reading and replying to this ask!! Btw I absolutely love your icon 🤧🫶❤️‍🔥

[kisses4wonie]

西村 力 , sweet passion. ⋆ .ೃ࿔ * : ･.

🔖 — g. teen romance, classmates. listen!

sum. night walk, coincidentally meeting riki, ice cream.

p. nishimura riki + fem!reader ָ࣪ ۫ ִ ׂ💭 ◟♡ ˒ ⊹ ݁ ִ  ۫

rumors are a common thing in every school. whether it was that so and so were hooking up, or that that one teacher got bribed with stuff that shouldn’t be spoken of. in your school, there was one rumor that stood out, and of course it involved you and nishimura riki.

9:47 pm was the time. you had just gotten into a fight with your mom, resulting into walking out of your house. the little breeze in the air had managed to calm you down, as well as the music that was ringing in your ears.

you were only planning to walk around your neighborhood for about a couple minutes, but that was stopped when you see a familiar figure ahead. “nishimura?” you inquired.

nishimura riki, a quite popular boy not only in your class but your entire school, was a distance away from you, walking with his hands in his pockets and his unreadable face looking like there wasn’t a thought in his head.

“l/n? what are you doing out this late? it isn’t safe,” he stated, scanning your surroundings. “i’m just on my usual night walk,” — “this late?” he pondered. “yes, this late,” you say hesitantly, knowing the real reason why you’re really out here.

“enough about me,” you uttered. “why are you out this late, nishimura?” — “i was out with my friends. karaoke night!” he explained. “you walked all the way from the karaoke place to here?” you say shocked. “no, i took the bus of course. who the hell would do that?” he chuckled. you laughed back in response, not knowing what else to say.

you weren’t so close with the boy, but definitely closer than he was with the other girls in your class, making them envy you and rumors being spread around. although that didn’t upset you, because you knew the rumors weren’t true.

what might the rumors be, you ask? stuff like you putting on an act just to get his attention, you two being in a relationship, and others you couldn’t remember. but the rumor that had you extremely confused was that nishimura riki was interested in you.

it just didn’t make sense. sure, you two would talk a lot in class. but out of class? only a few words are sputtered out of you two. after all, you two were in completely different social groups.

“wanna get ice cream?” — “who would say no to that question?” as you two make your way to the nearest convenience store, the usual small talk has made its way into your guys’ night once again. you asked questions like “how are your studies”, “do you go out often”, and other things along those lines.

now, it was his turn to ask you questions. you two were like peas in a pod, you both thought this was the perfect opportunity to get to know each other a little more, although i think nishimura had a hidden meaning behind his reasoning.

“has anything been on your mind lately?” he asked. for some reason, it seemed like he was asking something completely different from the question, like he something was on his mind. you can tell by the way his expression changed, and his voice softening when he said those words.

“mmm, nothing in particular. just-“ you paused to try to think if there was anything that was bothering you, but you were left speechless. the boy raises his eyebrows in confusion, patiently waiting for you to continue on with his gaze not leaving you for a second.

you bit your lip in frustration, “sorry, i don’t have anything in my mind that’s really interesting. my life is kinda boring,” you laugh off with a forced smile. there’s one thing you’re incredibly afraid of, and that’s not being enough for people.

“well if that’s the case, then maybe we can go out to make your life less boring,” he said, running his hand through his hair. this time, his eyes were plastered on the ground, as if he was trying not to look at you. he was thankful you didn’t try to look closely at him, otherwise you would have seen his crimson red face. little did he know, his ears turn red when he’s flustered.

what? did you hear that right? did nishimura riki just indirectly, directly ask you out?

“with my friends, of course!” he stuttered, flipping his head to your direction. there was a weird, unexplainable feeling inside of you when you heard his words. it made you feel relieved, yet disappointed?

“oh, right.” you pressed your lips together. his friends were a bit intimidating since they were third years. they were also loud, too.

“don’t worry, they’re nice i promise,” he assures. you finally arrived at the convenience store and immediately spotted the display freezers that contained all the sweet, tasty ice cream.

you scurried through all the different types of ice creams until you found your all-time favorite. “you like jumbo, too?” the boy’s mouth curved into a smile with his eyes practically sparkling. “yeah! it’s my favorite,” you beamed a little too loud and realizing right after.

“sorry,” you mumble to the cashier that you had just woken up. riki couldn’t help but laugh at your embarrassment causing you to nudge him to stop.

now at the cash register ready to pay with the selection of two jumbos, you reach in your pocket to find some coins when riki lifted his hand. “no need, my treat,” he said. “oh okay,” you uttered, pressing your lips together in a mixture nervousness and happiness. why were you acting like this today?

“what are you two lovebirds doing here? it’s late,” the cashier teases, making the both of you choke on air. “we aren’t together, ms.” you correct. — “ah.. really? you look like a couple though,” she tilted her head. “anyways, here’s your change. have a nice night you two!” and with that, you left without a single word out of either of you.

finally breaking the soft silence “you wanna sit down?” he says pointing to a bench. you nod in agreement, still unsure of what to say since that encounter with the cashier lady.

you tore the ice cream wrapper and took a bite of the savory flavor. your whole face brightened, not noticing the boy next to you looking at you in awe. “you really like this flavor, huh?” he chuckled. — “anyone that doesn’t should be labeled as abnormal,” you said with a serious expression, making the boy snicker.

you looked over to him, noticing that he wasn’t opening his ice cream. “why aren’t you eating yours? need help opening or something?” you joked. his grin was replaced with a neutral appearance, when he suddenly handed you his ice cream.

“i lied. this isn’t my favorite,” he professed. “huh? why would you lie about that?” you furrow your eyebrows.

“this is gonna sound stupid,” he starts. “but i thought it would bring me closer to you, in a sense.” he said softly, putting his hand behind his neck.

“i guess you could say it did in a way, if you pretend i’m the ice cream,” he laughed. he was trying his best not to show it, but you can tell he was nervous.

you weren’t compelled to do anything else but laugh when you witnessed this new aspect of him. “you’re so weird, riki-san. you flash him a cheeky grin. his startled face instantly changed to a smile.

“you’re right. this ice cream is you,” pressing the cold bar on your chest. “see how close we are, right now? i mean, i just called you by your first name!” you beamed.

you were so caught in the moment, that you didn’t realize the short gap between your face and his. he nestled against your neck and buried his head onto the top of your shoulder. your heart began to pound from the warmth of his face. you had never experienced this with anyone before.

riki lifts his head and pursed his lips as he observed your agitated demeanor. he stood up from the bench you two had been sitting on for god knows how long.

“let’s go home, yn.”

maybe the rumors were true, but you didn’t mind one bit.

[blurrypop]

decided to watch that Heathers TV series. here are my thoughts on episode one (written as I’m watching it):

• I actually like the intro. watching JD’s mom kill herself was a good hook and the title sequence was fun

• it’s kinda surreal seeing Heathers in a modern setting. Veronica looks so different

• I kinda like the theme with Veronica not knowing who she is. I think it works well with her character in the movie and musical. Although, I don’t like it being framed through the “you need to be a minority” lens.

• Oh the Heathers’ fashion sense dose NOT slay. IDK it just doesn’t feel right

• No way in hell did Heather C just say “How Banana Republic“” (although I will give them props for the third nipple line. I can imagine Heather C saying that)”

• I feel like in a real life high school the Heathers would be outcasts if they pulled the political activist bullshit they did to Ram

• JD has his first speaking lines and he’s already spewing nihilistic and possibly conservative bs. 10/10

• “No girls on the girls restroom” actually made me chuckle.

• I’m starting to get a vibe that the showrighters are trying to make this edgy and appeal to teenagers by just inserting “shocking” or “pop culture” words in normal sentences (oh my clit, my third nipple, banana republic, latte). it feels kinda forced most of the time

• Veronica’s parents being glued to their iPads makes sense

• Heather C did not want to be embarrassed at a party- she decided to wear an ugly cat outfit that I would’ve found cool when I was 6 (i’m all for wearing what makes you happy, but for the love of god don’t make your alpha bitch popular girl character dress like a 6 y/o)

• I’m not even halfway through ep 1 and this show feels like a right-wing interpretation of leftist youth that you’d find in those memes labeled as “satire” or “dark humor.” like, it’s not a good satire, but it also isn’t a very good critique

• why did JD just climb through Veronica’s window and read her diary? like, they talked once. at least have them kiss

• If they don’t make gay Ram and Kurt a thing in this show then I will be thoroughly disappointed in the writers

• The party scene at the snappy snack shack was actually super cute

• ISTG these writers are just taking random lines from Heathers, changing them a bit, and putting them in the completely wrong place. like the nazi bullet line dose not work with pills bc why would hitler carry around a pill to induce vomiting?

• i- i don’t think slipping a pill into a bag of corn nuts would kill heather cause like… she’d notice the pill. but they also passed up a great opportunity to comment on drug culture among teens. like- have Heather C be addicted and take unknown drugs from Veronica and JD

• JD definitely didn’t grab the “wrong pills.”

• Why were the adults so concerned with which minority group was “popular?”

• Why is everyone teaming up against Heather M?

• what is LGBTQQIAP?

• Betty Finn taking the stand to give Heather C’s eulogy. What a twist! I love you Betty.

• Man, now I’m wondering how they would handle Martha Dunnstock. Honestly, she could have been used to critique how body positivity can oftentimes exclude people

• JD’s dad was done well. I can see how JD turned out the way he is because of his dad.

• WTF? Heather C is alive??? The internet is gonna hate her when they find out she’s alive

[angstyandromanticwriting]

Jim Baxter X Fem!Reader Cute Prompt with light, and brief angst

“I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you,” you admitted, snuggling closer to him.

Jim smiled, hooking an arm around you as you rested your head against his shoulder. “Are you sure you don’t want to go to bed, you look tired to me,” he stated, glancing down at you.

You shook your head, not wanting to move. “So what if I’m whipped? I’m happy,” you whispered, closing your eyes.

-

You sat down on the sofa, groaning. Jim entered the room when he heard you, concerned. “What’s wrong?” Jim asked, sitting next to you. “Do you feel sick?” Jim asked, but you wouldn’t let him check your temperature, feeling completely fine. “Can I get you anything, baby?” Jim continued to bomb you with questions, until you decided to speak up.

“My mom wants to know when we’re having kids,” you muttered, rubbing your forehead. “She keeps asking and it’s so annoying,” you stated, too embarrassed to meet his concerned eyes. Jim fell quiet beside you, not knowing what to say himself. “We obviously can’t do that yet, we aren’t even married,” you continued, wishing your elderly mother wouldn’t be so infuriating all the time.

Jim then turned to face you, placing his hand on your’s. “I think we should get married, then. It’s about time,” he suggested, hopeful that you would agree. You glanced at him, worried. “Y/N - We’ve been together for six years now,” he reminded you, tilting his head partially.

You sighed, nodding. “I know, I just - I’m scared-”

“Scared of what?” Jim inquired, beginning to think you were having doubts about him, which wasn’t the case at all.

“I’m scared that after we get married, one day you’ll get bored of me,” you let slip, your voice briefly shaking.

Jim would be shocked, shaking his head. Jim pulled you closer to him, hugging you to comfort you. “I promise you that would never happen,” he assured, “I love you too much to do that to you.” You decided to believe him, though you were worried that he was just saying it to make you feel better. “Y’know what - Let’s just-.. Do this a different way, okay? I want you to move in with me,” he requested, and you met his greyish blue eyes.

“R-Really?” You asked, surprised.

Jim scoffed, lifting an eyebrow. “Yes, really, Y/N,” he clarified, holding your hand.

You smiled, your eyes lighting up. “I’d love to, Jimmy,” you beamed, and hugged him tightly. Jim would be relieved, his smile reflecting your’s as he hugged you back. “You’ve got my heart, just please don’t break it,” you whispered, burying your face into the crook of his neck.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he responded, fondling your hair gently as he knew you liked it. “I never thought I’d find a love like this,” he mused, “I think I just wrote a song about you.” You giggled, and he grinned. “I honestly think that you’re my soulmate,” he stated, placing his hand on your cheek, which you automatically leaned into.

“I think you’re my soulmate too, Jimmy,” you confessed, your voice close to a whisper.

Jim smiled warmly, before he pulled you closer gently, his lips connecting with your’s in a soft kiss. “I’ll always love you, remember that, okay?” You nodded, before pulling him in for another kiss.

~~~~~

Hope you enjoyed this prompt! ❤️

[champagneglitteronthefloor]

August

Paring: fem!reader x Billy Hargrove (and Steve)

Word count: 3.4k

Warnings: cussing

Summary: y/n and Steve have been going strong until a new face in town shows up. It doesn’t take her long to realize there is more to him than meets the eye.

A/N: I always thought my first stranger things fic would be a Steve pairing, but I just started typing this and it literally ran away with me. I definitely had the song August by Taylor Swift in mind while typing this. I am so happy with how this fic turned out and I already have part 2 in the works. It will most likely have spice to it lol. I can do any requests!

You had it all. A nice two story home, a mom and dad who loved you, friends that loved you and had your back, your boyfriend Steve who was crazy about you. Your junior year was going amazing. That’s what you kept telling yourself. Everything was perfect. The biggest stress in your life was trying to get your boyfriend Steve to focus harder on trying college when he wants to take a gap year to wait on you. That was until he showed up.

New to town, zooming in his Camaro, Billy Hargrove and his sister showed up without warning. At first he kind of seemed like a douche, that was until you bumped into him at the store knocking his items out of his hands completely terrifying you. You half expected him to lash out or say something mean but he didn’t. He laughed and made some joke that made you blush and then the two of you proceeded to chat and joke around right there in aisle 6.

You walked away from the store confused and shocked as you realized Billy could actually be nice. The only thing you knew about him was that Max was his little sister and he was a womanizer with a bad attitude, and that Steve absolutely despised him.

Steve had a group of kids he had basically taken in as his own that he looked after in the neighborhood, Max being one of them. She never said much about her brother.

You decided to not tell Steve about the encounter you and Billy had until you were standing by the lockers and Billy walked by with his stern face, that let up for a moment when he walked by you letting out a smile, then returning to his normal stern look.

“What was that?” Steve basically was choking on his words closing his locker with a loud bang.

“What?” You acted like you didn’t see it.

“You know what.” Steve’s hands were now on his hips and he was tapping his foot.

“I think he’s a nicer guy than he leads on. I ran into him at the grocery store and he just said hi, that’s all.” You admitted, leaving out the fact that you and Billy had basically talked for an hour in there.

“You did what? You had an encounter with him and you didn’t tell me? What have I told you about him y/n?” Steve went on.

“I know Steve I just-“

“No y/n, he’s an ass. All he does is smoke, drink, and sleep with women if he’s giving you any attention it’s because he wants in your pants. And in your pants, is my place. All he cares about is one thing. So much that he’d even do it with Mrs Wheeler.” You listened to Steve with your eyes wide.

“You don’t know if that’s true. I won’t talk to him. I just think he is misunderstood.” You argued.

“I think maybe I’m misunderstood when I tell you I don’t want you to see him, talk to him, or even breathe around him.” He scolded, both of you the only ones in the hall now.

“Fine.” You said and slammed your locker and walked away. You didn’t like this side of Steve. He was very jealous and overprotective but he was a wonderful person and boyfriend. You knew everyone had their flaws and this was just one of Steve’s.

That evening you didn’t answer Steve’s call just to prove a point to him that he needed to chill out. The phone rung off the hook all evening.

“You’re going to have to at least tell him something sweetie. Before your dad has a heart attack.” Your mom motioned at your dad I’m trying to hear the tv.

“I’m going on a walk. You can tell him that.” You said as you walked out the door.

You walked the neighborhood, trying to clear your mind. You walked all the places you knew, and started venturing into areas you didn’t know. You walked into a trailer park. You’d never seen this before. You saw many trailers nice and took care of, some a little run down. You had to admit, you had been sheltered. You felt really humbled thinking about the kids who lived in the ones that weren’t taken care of, the kids who didn’t have parents like yours. You started realizing more and more that you were lucky.

That’s when the door slammed open to one of them and you heard yelling.

“Do it now or I’ll kick your ass and then stick this cigarette to it.” You heard. You shivered. You started to run away when you saw Billy come out of the trailer with a bag of trash. Your eyes immediately met.

“This isn’t my house.” He said laughing nervously.

“Right.” You agreed not convinced.

“Hey what are you doing here anyways?” He asked, his tone different with you than most. With you he was nice, not demanding. Just chill.

“I could ask you the same.” You said knowing this was a witty comment, not meaning for it to come off that way.

“Okay, okay. It’s my house.” He said hanging his head.

“There’s nothing wrong with your house Billy you don’t have to lie to me.” You told him, also trying to forget the man yelling and cussing him.

“So tell me really, what brought you here?” He questioned. “I never would’ve expected to walk outside and see you.” He said.

“I just needed a walk. I was feeling a little…overwhelmed.” You simply stated. Billy raised his eyebrows.

“Trouble in paradise?” He chuckled flashing his perfectly white and straight teeth.

“No, everything is fine. I just needed some fresh air.” You remained neutral.

“Why don’t I join you. I would hate to see you walk home alone and it get dark outside. This isn’t always the best place to be alone outside at night.” He responded crossing his arms.

You just stared, your heart beating fast, getting nervous. I mean what if Steve found out? It wasn’t like you were cheating on him. You just weren’t following the rule he left for you. The only rule he’s ever given you in your 2 year relationship: no Billy. You’d be mad if it was the other way around. If you’d asked Steve not to talk to someone, then he went on a walk with them.

“You don’t want him to know right?” He knew what you were thinking.

“Busted.” You shrugged your shoulders.

“It’s just a walk. But it’s okay. I won’t say anything.” He ran his fingers through his hair.

“Okay.” You simply agreed.

He ran back into the house and as he was running out the door you heard the man again.

“Another one of your whores?” He asked making Billy turn red. You had to admit you were just kind of shocked.

“He’s joking he has a weird sense of humor.” He told you. You almost wanted to believe that but you didn’t.

“There’s no way you have the Scorpions on vinyl. I never took you as the type.” He laughed as you strolled down the street, the neighborhood pretty empty thankfully for you.

“I also have Kiss but you know.” You carried on looking up to see Steve’s mom in their yard for up in the distance.

You were absolutely crazy. Had you lost your mind? Walking right in front of Steve’s house with Billy. While you were currently in a fight about Billy?

“Oh shit.” You said as you dodged into the woods, tripping over a stick and rolling down the hill. Typical you. You had to admit you were a little embarrassed. Before you even had time to get up you felt hands behind you wrapping around your waist and picking you up.

“Are you okay, y/n?” He asked concerned, a new look for him.

“I’m fine I’m fine just a little embarrassed.” You knew your cheeks were red.

“There’s a connection in the woods between Steve’s house and my house.” You told him. He raised his eyebrows.

“Shut up.” You playfully patted him on his shoulder getting red.

“So she cusses, listens to The Scorpions and Kiss on vinyl, and sneaks out into the woods to meet her boyfriend. We may be more alike than it seems.” He smiled.

“Good girls are bad girls that haven’t been caught yet Hargrove.” You batted your lashes at him knowing this was probably a little too far.

“Listen I have to be honest with you. I know you’re with Harrington. And I know my reputation is questionable. I know what people in this town say about me. But I’ve thought about you. And I don’t usually think about girls again after I see them. And that’s just the brutal truth. There’s just something about you. I’ve never liked a girl and I like you. And Harrington can fuck off if he has a problem with that.” You saw the original billy you thought you knew before the store encounter coming out a little at the end. “I’m sorry.” He added.

“Billy I-“ you were about to try to deny it which was really hard with how Steve was suffocating you today.

Before you could say anything he cut you off.

“You’re into him. I get it. You’re the popular cheerleader. He’s “the king” is that what they call him? I’ve heard the way he talks about you, y/n. He bases his whole life and personality around you. He’s skipping out on college to be here with you.” He said.

You stood there shocked not knowing what to say because you didn’t know Billy Hargrove had this kind of observation and depth about him. You also knew he and Steve had 4th period algebra together but you didn’t know all of this. It made you feel guilt hearing how Steve talked about you and admired you to others and here you were with Billy.

“I can’t be that. I am just some punk from California with a horrible reputation and nothing to show.” He said. You were about to stroke out on how this conversation was going. Billy was not like this. He was not a “let’s talk about our feelings” type guy, but here you were.

“I don’t feel that way about you. Especially after today. You are a lot more than that Billy.” Was what you managed to say.

That was when you stumbled onto your house. He started to turn around and go back.

“No come on.” You motioned.

“You want me to come down there?” He pointed at the large two story house with three nice cars parked in front of it (one being your 1983 cherry red mustang you’d gotten for your 16th birthday this year) and a huge in ground pool beside it where your family was playing beach ball in the pool. A normal August evening occurrence.

You didn’t say anything you just motioned him down to the pool where everyone was. You walked up on the sight of your dad in the pool playing beach ball with your twin brother and sister. Your mom was by the pool with lemonade and snacks cheering them on. Take it Easy by the Eagles was playing on the radio. Billy looked at all of it trying to process. This was normal for you but you didn’t expect it was for him by the look on his face.

“Come on in mom, the water is fi-“ your dad was yelling at your mom when he looked over and saw you and Billy standing there.

Then your mom caught your eye, next your brother and sister. Everyone was froze in the moment, even your 6 year old brother and sister. The music was still playing but no one moved a muscle.

Your parents weren’t the kind of parents to be rude to someone. Not even the kid with the worst reputation in town.

“Hello billy it’s nice to see you son. Why don’t you come on down and have a seat.” Your dad finally said motioning to the fold out chair by the pool.

“Yes, come on down sweetie. And me and y/n will get some more lemonade.” Your mom added you wondered if Billy saw the full container of lemonade sitting on the table too.

You walked into the house your mother immediately putting her hands on her hips and giving you the look.

“I can explain mom.” You started. “He’s only a friend. He has a lot going on. I was walking and just ran into him outside his house. His dad was yelling at him.” You told your mother the truth.

“He needs someone. He needs this. To see normal.” You argued.

“He slept with Mrs Wheeler, y/n. He’s bad news. You’re trying to tell me he’s not after that with you? And what about Steve?” Your mother questioned you.

“As I said. He’s only a friend. But if we could not tell Steve he came by here that would be nice too. Let’s just show him a good old y/l/n August evening. Just as a good friend. That’s all.” You reasoned.

“Okay, y/n. I’ll try to explain to your father too. But if this gets you in trouble with Steve that’s beyond me.” She said.

You both went back outside, either of you with any lemonade to show. To your surprise you saw Billy and your dad chatting. Your brother and sister at his side trying to show him a trick. He looked so not fitting to the rest of the family, his popped open shirt, tight jeans. He looked like something out of a rock album. You admired him.

“Well if this isn’t a sight for sore eyes.” Your mom laughed at Billy with the twins. He didn’t even sound like Billy from school when he was talking.

You saw your mom talking to your dad out by the pool and you knew your dad would get it. He was the chill one and your mom was usually the more strict one, opposite of normal. Your family decided to play a match of volleyball at the net by your house, which came down to your dad versus Billy, which of course Billy won. The twins cracking up at this sight.

“You gave me a run for my money now I will say that.” Billy was laughing and shaking your dads hand.

You were all out in the driveway, your dad showing Billy the mustang he bought you, when a big crash of lightening came over the sky and all of a sudden it started raining out of no where. All of you were soaked and running for the house, laughing. Even your mom, who Billy’s charm had been really working on as well.

“Would you like to stay for dinner Billy?” Your mom asked.

“I don’t wanna wear my welcome out. I really thank you guys for having me.” Billy said.

“I insist. We have a roast with all the veggies, y/m/n has been working on it all day.” Your dad chimed in.

“Is this something you do all the time?” Billy asked, surprising you.

“What’s that son?” Your dad asked.

“Play games, and have dinner at the table.” He motioned to the feast on the table.

“We play in the pool every evening in the summer.” Your little brother said laughing.

“And in the winter we play in the SNOW.” Your sister added.

“That’s really nice.” Billy’s blue eyes as blue as ever. He looked at you and almost pierced you with them.

You saw your mom shoot your dad a look. You could tell they both were feeling the same thing. They didn’t know what they could do about it. You also knew your mother had regret carrying this on because of Steve, and you did too. You were struggling bad after today. You were trying to fight the feelings so hard when your eyes met. Steve, Steve, Steve. Come on. Steve is your boyfriend. You and Steve had plans to get married and have 5 kids. 5 kids with tons of hair.

“Do you think y/n and Billy will get married? I hope so.” Your little brother said admiring Billy.

Your father nearly choked, your mother spit out her drink, and you kicked your brother under the table as hard as you could making him yelp. Billy was now blushing. You’d never seen that happen before. He smiled so hard his gorgeous teeth shining.

You ran your to your room as fast as you could asking to be excused. You heard someone following you, your mom you were assuming.

“Hey now, it wasn’t such a bad idea.” You heard Billy laughing. “I’m kidding.” He followed up.

“Y/n. This has been the best evening I’ve had in a really long time. One of the best evenings in my life.” He said. You looked up at him. A normal beginning of the school year August day like a million you’d had before was the best day of his life?

You suddenly realized who Billy Hargrove was. You suddenly realized why he was the way he was. He’d faced more hardships probably in a day than you had in your life. You knew there was more you didn’t know, but right now you knew that Billy was really misunderstood, and he just needed to be shown what love really felt like.

Your eyes never left each other. He knew you were thinking hard and he was too. His hands met your hips and he got closer. You started to back away.

“Steve.” You said out loud. You didn’t even have to say anything else.

“If I kiss you, it’s my fault, then maybe you don’t have to feel bad.” He said putting his nose to yours.

“I am not a very innocent man, y/n. I know I’m tainted. I know you know my past. I’d tell you all about anything you wanted to know. I’ve had a lot of meaningless nights with women. But I’ve never felt like this. I’ve never wanted to kiss someone and mean it. I’m afraid if I don’t take this opportunity it’ll never happen again.” He confessed.

You stuttered standing right there in your bedroom trying to come up with the words to say. Trying to do the right thing. You didn’t have time to back and forth anymore before his lips cracked onto yours. He was gentle. You wondered if he was this gentle with the others, you assumed not. You also assumed with the others it didn’t stop at this. His arms were wrapped around you rubbing your back a little. He brought one of his hands up to your cheek, letting out a small sigh as he deepened the kiss.

You felt the world stop, fireworks crashing over your body. Tingling in your stomach. You couldn’t explain his difference from Steve, but he was just different. He smelled like the very faint smell of cigarette smoke and musky cologne.

You both pulled apart at the same time. He was holding your arms with his hands looking deep into your eyes.

“I can’t believe I’ve done this.” You said starting to realize what just happened.

“Tell me you don’t feel it.” He asked. “Tell me and I won’t ever speak to you again. I’ll leave you alone.”

“If I did it would be a lie.” You broke eye contact mumbling a little.

He looked around your room, holding a picture up of you and the twins when they were first born.

“This is like a dream. Your life.” He said. “I always hated people like you. In fact I did hate you until I ran into you at the store that day and realized immediately you weren’t who I thought you were.

“I didn’t like you either. I thought you were a punk.” You laughed.

“My sister sure thinks you’ve hung the moon.” He went on.

That was when you heard your mom yelling to check if everything was okay. You quickly ran for the stairwell, Billy behind you. That was when you heard a knock at the door. You froze as your mother walked over to the door to open it.

You could hear nothing but nerves in your moms voice as she slowly opened the door and tried to keep it as small of a crack as possible, but the person pushed it forward and your eyes met.

“Hi Steve.”

[zipzin]

Boomerang | Chapter 34 - Act Two: Summer 2017, Part II

Here's the next chapter of my Childhood friends Avalance AU, you can also read on Ao3

“That’s pretty much it,” Oliver shrugged from his seat next to one of his collections of arrows.

“Ollie, you’ve had a kid for what, eleven years and never knew?” She chuckled. “I’m not sure you can just say, that’s pretty much it. Who’s the mom?”

All three of their eyes looked down, “She passed, on Lian Yu a month ago.” Sara had to hold in a sigh. Why was everyone in Oliver’s life obsessed with that godforsaken island. The only reason she’d go back was if she was forced at gunpoint. “Her name was Samantha Clayton.”

Sara paused as she thought back to the rough time period it would have happened, “Wait, I think I remember her? Stick straight brunette? Pretty tall?”

“Yeah,” He answered.

Sara couldn’t help but roar with laughter, “I can’t believe you hooked up with her and got her pregnant! She seemed so,” Boring? Basic? God, Sara just remembered being completely unimpressed with her. The three stared at her in shock as she kept laughing.

“How are you laughing about this?” Felicity said shortly.

The smile dropped from Sara’s face, “Ollie having a kid he didn’t know about is the least surprising thing about his life.” She gestured around at the whole Arrow cave. “Obviously, her dying and keeping it a secret sucks,” Sara said, “But pregnancy was one of the things I made sure didn’t happen when I was self-destructing.” She shivered. And when birth control hadn’t been available she’d just prayed.

“I wasn’t self-destructing,” Oliver shot back.

“No, you were just a dick with a trust fund.” Sara said.

He rolled his eyes, “I wasn’t a dick.”

Sara shrugged, “You cheated on your girlfriend more times than I have fingers. Including with her own sister.”

“That was you!”

She shrugged, “Well I was self-destructing.”

Dig laughed, “You’re still a dick.”

Oliver opened his mouth and closed it in betrayal, shooting a desperate glance at Felicity who refused to do anything but roll her eyes.

“Remember when you just made me your executive assistant without telling me and had me run the entire company?” Felicity asked.

“Hey!”

Dig chuckled, “Meanwhile, like a normal person I waited three years to date my brother’s ex.”

“Okay,” Sara said, turning to him, “That doesn’t seem normal.”

“Not all of us can flit from person to person,” Felicity said.

Oliver let out a cough that sounded suspiciously like Ray and Barry. Sara chuckled as Felicity swatted his arm.

“I don’t flit from person to person,” Sara defended, “I open their eyes and we both have a good time with no strings attached.” She wasn’t even sure she could make an actual relationship work, not even including the complications of time travel. She’d had two relationships that had lasted longer than a couple weeks and both endings had almost killed her.

“How?” Oliver said, “Aren’t you in a bunch of different time periods? I thought you can’t interact with the past?”

“The Legends aren’t sticklers for the rules, and we have to do recon, that leads to meeting people,” Sara said, “But let’s see, there was Lindsay from 1958. And Chastity, a wonderful girl stuck with the Puritans, hope she’s doing alright. Almost got me hanged but it was worth it. Oh and Queen Guinevere and the Queen of France.”

“Guinevere?”

“The Queen of France?”

“Okay,” Felicity said, “First off, Guinevere isn’t real.

“You could say she’s a legend,” Sara smirked as the rest groaned.

“Which Queen?” Felicity ignored her.

“Anne,” Sara smirked. “I got her all prepared for conceiving the Sun King.”

Dig rubbed his temples, “You’re life is weird. I don’t know which is worse, you or Barry.”

“Come on Dig!”

“Obviously, I like you better,” Dig rolled his eyes.

“Excuse me, I’m still stuck on Queen Guinevere.” Felicity said.

Sara shrugged, “Short version is that Stargirl from the JSA used a fragment of the Spear of Destiny to create Camelot as a way of hiding it from,” She sighed, “The Legion of Doom.”

“Stargirl?”

“JSA? Legion of Doom?”

“Spear of Destiny?”

Sara grinned at them, “Vigilantes have been around forever and, well Jesus’s blood has magical powers. But there’s no need to get into that,” She looked around, “I know you’ve expanded your operation here,” Her eyes flitted to the newer mannequins, “But since I’m stuck in 2017, I was wondering if I could help out. Part time.”

“Part time?” Oliver frowned.

“You’re going to have to explain the Jesus blood thing to me.” Dig said as everyone ignored him.

“That’d be great!” Felicity said and elbowed Oliver in the side.

Sara chuckled, “I still need to find an actual job, and no I’m not working in your office.” She pointed at Oliver threateningly. It was bad enough to bum off her dad, she didn’t need to work under him in a position she was vastly underqualified for. “But my skills are much more suited for this.”

“Sure,” Oliver said, “Just let us know when you can start.”

“How about tonight?”

Her face felt plastic as she exited Sink, Shower, and Stuff, but she couldn’t help but feel the flush of relief at having a real, paying job. The manager was a dick, she already knew that she’d spend too long daydreaming snapping his neck, but she would be earning money again. Minimum wage felt like a victory.

At least she could stop bumming off her parents.

Mostly.

Her dad had insisted that she could stay with him as long as she wanted, and Sara had accepted knowing that she wouldn’t qualify for an apartment, let alone have the money for probably a year. If not longer.

Living with him wasn’t bad, half the time he cooked dinner, he left her the crosswords on the paper newspaper he still got, and she had her own bedroom and bathroom. His hours were mostly regular, and he didn’t bat an eye at her going off at odd times. He’d even put together an extensive medical kit in her bathroom, which so far, Sara had only had to use once.

But, she was almost thirty and living with her dad. With, as that one movie Laurel used to love, no prospects. Or one prospect, she supposed. Now she got to stock shelves and fold towels.

Nate had spread her number to the other Legends, and a petty part of her was happy that Ray hadn’t had much success in getting funding for his miniaturization tech. He’d been in Silicon Valley doing who the fuck knows, and Sara was disappointed that he hadn’t stuck around Star City. But besides him, the Legends were settling into “civilian” life without problem. Stein seemed happier than he’d ever been with his family, Jax was going back to school, Nate and Amaya were almost gross with their relationship, and Mick was finally making his way to Aruba.

It seemed like she was the only one that couldn’t figure it out.

Hopefully, Sara thought, after her first paycheck, she could take her dad to dinner. Okay, maybe after her second paycheck. She still needed to pay him back for the phone, the train ticket, something for all the food and utilities she’d used, probably some rent. So, it might have to wait until the third paycheck.

“You didn’t have to come,” Sara said to a dubious Felicity.

“Yeah, like I was going to let you stalk a top secret government agency alone.” Felicity scoffed.

“It’s run by Rip,” The name tasted sour in Sara’s mouth, “It’s not like they’d ship me off to prison.”

“You don’t know that.” Felicity said quickly, her eyes flitting from Sara to the nondescript building they were parked across the street from. Sara wasn’t positive, but she had a feeling Felicity was regretting agreeing to find a secret government agency.

She watched the building carefully. It looked like any other office building in Star City, but she trusted Felicity, and Felicity’s skills to uncover things that people didn’t want found.

This was the office of Rip’s Time Bureau.

Or one of them anyway.

“So what’s your plan here?” Felicity finally asked. “I can call Oliver-”

“No, I’m not leading a heist.” She didn’t even know if the Waverider was here, but even if it was, what would she do, run away by herself trying to figure out how to find and solve anachronisms? “I’m just trying to get some information.”

“Why?”

Sara didn’t have an answer. She wasn’t sure that she could explain it to herself.

“It would be stupid to break in.” Sara said, “I’m just casing it, you know, if I ever do have to break in.”

“Are you sure this Rip guy wouldn’t just let you in? Aren’t you friends?”

Sara considered it for a moment. “He’d be too suspicious.”

Felicity sighed beside her, “What’s the plan?”

Sara smirked at her, “We are here around five.”

“So?”

“Felicity,” Sara grinned and waggled her eyebrows, “It’s a Friday.”

Felicity stared at her, “No.”

Sara shrugged, “I’ve slept with people on more dubious terms.”

“Ick,” Felicity said. 

Sara rolled her eyes, “It’s not like they’re gonna think I want to marry them. We’ll have a nice time and I’ll get some information that they,” She shrugged, “Might not realize they’re giving me. There’s a bar two blocks from here. We’re just going to confirm that some of the people go there,” Sara said, “And I’ll take care of the rest.”

“I feel like I should stop you.”

Sara stared at her.

“I’m not, this just feels, I don’t know, gross? Wrong? Questionable, but then I guess you were an assassin, and,” Felicity took a breath, “There’s a group leaving now.”

They were all wearing the same ugly navy suit and Sara watched as they headed towards the bar she’d staked out earlier. “Do they have a uniform?” Sara muttered, and had Felicity start the car once they’d crossed the street.

Sure enough, they were heading towards the bar. It was trendy, with those stupid light bulbs and stainless steel metal tables and chairs that were extremely uncomfortable. Sara wished it could have been a little more divey, but if this was where the Time Bureau men preferred, well, she didn’t have a choice.

“Alright, you coming?” Sara asked once Felicity had swung into a parking spot.

“Only for a little bit.” Felicity muttered.

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

The bar was slowly filling up when they entered, mostly with people getting a drink after work as a way to welcome the weekend. The Time Bureau lackeys were a bit harder to spot, their navy suits blending in with some of the others, but Sara saw that a group of five were gathered in one of the corners, identical pins with an hourglass on their lapels.

Felicity started to walk towards them and Sara grabbed her arm, “Not yet.” She muttered.

“I just want to get this over with.” Felicity mumbled.

“You can leave at any time,” Sara said as she guided them towards the bar.

“What if they’re ax murderers?”

“We’re literally vigilantes.” Sara rolled her eyes as she ordered a whiskey for herself while Felicity got a vodka martini.

“What?” Felicity asked.

“When did you become a vodka martini person?” Sara asked once the drinks were placed in front of them.

“I need something in my hands,” Felicity said, “And occupying my mouth.”

Sara snorted as she took a sip of her own drink.

“Not like that,” Felicity grumbled.

Sara turned around and surveyed the bar, eyes lingering on some of the other groups before she made eye contact with one of the Time Bureau men. He was decently handsome, with short brown hair and a smile out of a Sears catalog. Boring and safe, which would be perfect.

She raised an eyebrow at him and took another sip from her drink before she turned back to Felicity.

“How do you do that?” Felicity asked.

“What?”

“Just be so smooth like that. You just look around and have half the bar dying to talk to you. And you didn’t even do anything!”

“Well, I do have extensive training on how to get a target’s attention. Especially to get them alone.” Sara said, “I also know I’m hot.”

“See, I’m not-”

Sara put her finger to Felicity’s lips, “Don’t finish that sentence Felicity. You’re very hot.” She grinned as Felicity’s cheeks flushed red.

“You had some really, really, good training, like scarily good, like I might,” Felicity shook her head. “I’m in a relationship.” Felicity finished.

Sara laughed, “How are you and Ollie?”

“It’s weird,” Felicity sighed, “He wants to be a good father for William, but William is admittedly pissed off about the whole situation. Which he has a right to be, but he’s eleven.” Felicity sighed, “And I can’t figure out if Oliver really wants me to get to know him?” Felicity shrugged, “Maybe? He wants to ease William into everything, but it's just so confusing of where my boundaries are supposed to be. Because Oliver doesn’t seem to know and William, is well,” She sighed.

“Yeah,” Sara said. “Wish Tommy was around.”

“Tommy?”

“You know, since his mom died when he was a kid too. He was younger though.” Sara hadn’t known him yet, had just met Tommy when he was all grins and the occasional flash of anger when his dad was mentioned. Laurel had warned her to not say anything about his mom and threatened to tell their parents about where the old crystal bowl actually went if she did.

“Right,” Felicity said.

“And the new team?”

“They’re hardly new,” Felicity scoffed. “You’re just not around enough.” She bumped their shoulders together. 

“Well, I’ll be around a lot more now.” Sara sighed, “So I’ll actually get to know them, I guess.” She’d met everyone but Dinah so far, and they seemed, nice? She hadn’t really worked with them, letting them back up Oliver when they were available, while she’d patrol on her own, with Dig, or just Felicity on tech.

“You sound thrilled.” Felicity said and laughed. She finished her drink and then looked behind Sara. “The one you were looking at keeps looking over here.”

“Excellent,” Sara nursed her own drink. “You can go home,” Sara nodded, “I have it handled from here.”

“Are you sure?”

Sara nodded, “And hey, I have you on speed dial now.”

“Okay, and no one calls it speed dial anymore.” Felicity grabbed her coat and put down some cash for their drinks. 

“You don’t have-”

“Sara, you have a minimum wage job. I can buy us some drinks. I need to do more fun things with friends that don’t involve people getting shot with arrows. It’s a thank you for bringing me somewhere where there's no punching.”

“Okay.” Sara sighed and then waved as she walked out the door.

Sara finished her own drink and placed the empty glass to the right of her.

“Can I get you a drink?” A voice behind her said. Sara turned around and grinned when she saw it was the man she’d been eyeing earlier.

“That would be great,” Sara said.

Craig (and Sara wasn’t completely over the fact that she’d slept with a dude named Craig) had been, well, technically, satisfying. He’d lacked creativity, but hadn’t made her regret all of her life choices. He’d been smart enough to not say anything too incriminating about his top secret job, and to tell just enough that if she didn’t know better she’d be impressed.

He also slept like the dead.

It had been easy in the morning to go through his wallet until she found his official Time Bureau badge and hide it in her dad’s gun safe. Luckily, her father was out of town for the weekend doing something political in Central City because she wasn’t sure he’d been okay with this.

She slipped back into bed, kicking him slightly until he woke up.

“Hey,” He grinned at her, voice groggy and Sara smiled back.

“Hey.” She looked at him and debated for a moment, and then slipped out of bed, “I actually have somewhere I need to be.”

“Oh,” He blinked a couple times, “Yeah, no problem, I’ll get out of your hair.”

“Oh really,” She fluttered her eyelashes as he pulled up his pants. “Thank you.”

“Can I leave you with my number?” He asked.

“Of course,” Sara said and dutifully pretended to type the number into her phone. “I’ll text you later.”

“Great.” He smiled.

She ushered him through the living room and the front door, letting him leave her with a kiss on her cheek. She opened the safe back up, and kissed the card emblazoned with the Time Bureau emblem.

She had done it.

[hinatastinygiant]

18 | Sienna

Pairing: Bokuto x Fem!Reader

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BOKUTO’S P.O.V.

FRIDAY

The next morning when I wake up there is still no news about my grandpa. The hospital hasn’t called so he isn’t allowed to go home yet. As I lay awake on the wall-side of my bed, in the empty house, I gaze up at the ceiling and try to figure it out. It just doesn’t make sense. They said he was fine, they just needed to run a few more quick tests before he left. He should be coming home today. If not today, then tomorrow.

But today passes by quickly. I leave my phone turned on and in my pocket all day, but there is no call. Around dinner time I start to get even more stressed worrying about grandpa and simultaneously taking care of the diner.

However, the last straw is when I see Y/N and Kuroo walk in and sit down at the same goddamn booth as always.

I watch as he walks her over, his hand on her lower back as he says “after you”, the smile on her lips when she replies “thanks”, and the laugh they share when they take their seats.

It’s so weird, seeing the two of them together that way. I never knew Kuroo had feelings for Y/N before now.

I try my best to tune them out, but it’s just so hard when I’m passing by and handing meals to other customers. At one point, while I’m gently placing a table’s plates down, I watch Kuroo lean closer to Y/N from the corner of my eye. He whispers “I heard that Bo went home with some girl last night.”

“No way, seriously?” Y/N replies, completely in shock.

How the hell did he know that? I think to myself. I left before they did.

“He looked super drunk last night. Hope he’s alright living alone,” Y/N then tells Kuroo.

“Except he wasn’t alone last night,” Kuroo teases.

“Ugh, gross,” Y/N rolls her eyes. “You know what I’m talking about. He’s been alone for a while now.”

“He’s got your parents right next door. He works here. He sees you and Al and Marlene and Akaashi. He’s fine,” Kuroo tries to reassure Y/N.

“Excuse me!” the woman at the table in front of me waves her hand in front of my face. “Are you listening?”

“Uh, yes. I’m sorry,” I shake my head as I bring myself back to my job. “What were you saying?”

“Mayo,” she replies as though she’s already said it a dozen times.

“And ketchup!” her friend chimes in.

“Right. I’ll be back in a second,” I nod before walking off.

When I return and place the condiments back on the table, I can still hear Kuroo and Y/N talking.

“Seriously, a new girlfriend? So that’s the reason why your mom’s never around?” Kuroo hums.

Well that would explain why I’ve seen Y/N’s mom kissing some random lady outside their house.

FLASHBACK ~ WEDNESDAY EVENING

When Y/N and I sit down on her couch, we both grab a big forkful of cake and devour everything that’s left.

“I guess this is how my mom’s been dealing with her stress,” she hums just before taking another bite of the delicious cake.

“Mmm, good coping style. Much better than sniffing coke,” I nod.

Y/N rolls her eyes at my comment. “You’re hilarious.”

“How is that going, by the way?” I ask her curiously as I look her up and down, hoping I’ve not made her uncomfortable by asking.

“I haven’t been sniffing if that’s what you’re asking me,” she replies while playing with the ring on her finger. Something I don’t even think she notices she’s doing.

“So then… Kuroo?” I ask. I know they’ve been hooking up, but I can’t tell how serious it is between them. But I think I’m making her nervous now because of the blank stare she gives me.

“I, uh…” she starts to explain. But with shitty timing, the doorbell rings.

“I’ll get it,” I tell her as I place down my fork and stand up. “Be right back.”

“Thanks,” she mumbles as I walk out of the room.

When I approach the front door and open it, I’m met with the last face I want to see right now. “Shit, what’re you doing here?” I ask him.

“Really, that’s what you say when you see your friend?” he chuckles. “Am I interrupting something…”

“No, but Y/N’s asleep right now. I don’t think she’s in the mood for any guests. You know how girls are when you wake them up,” I grin, knowing he won’t call me out on my bluff. “Don’t think she’d be in the mood to hook up with you, either.”

“You really think I drove all the way out here just to fuck her?” he scoffs.

“Didn’t you?”

“What the hell is your problem, dude? You got grandpa issues then that’s fine, but don’t take it out on me. And you better not fucking take it out on her, either. Y’know, you don’t really have a goddamn right to be pissed off, anyway. It’s not like you’re the one she’s-“

Before I make any stupid decisions I’m sure I’d regret, I shut the door on Kuroo’s face and lock it, too, for extra measure.

When I get back to where Y/N is on the couch, I sit down beside her and let out a frustrated sigh.

“Are you okay?” she asks me as she carefully looks over my worried face. “Who was it? A burglar?” she then teases, trying to lighten up the mood.

“Something like that,” I hum as I wrap my arm around her shoulder. I pull her close and relax as she places her head on my chest. God, I just hope she can’t tell how fast my heart is beating. “It’s okay,” I whisper as I lift my hand to her head and stroke her softly. “They’re gone now.”

A few minutes later, I can feel Y/N’s body go limp. I shake her a little bit and call her name, but she’s fast asleep.

If I were with anyone else, I’d probably pick her up and move her somewhere else, but since it’s Y/N- and since she’s so damn warm and comfortable- I let my eyes close, too.

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[ladylooch]

I remembered that Timo's parents exist 🥴https://www.tumblr.com/ladylooch/725109386781032448/would-emma-be-jealous-of-a-former-hook-up?source=share

Do they apologize to Emma before or after Lee is born?

Yeah, we kinda wanted to forget about them huh? It's a little more complicated than an apology because of Timo.

The topic of his parents comes up after Lio is born, right before the wedding. Emma encourages Timo to talk to his parents several times throughout the pregnancy, but he refuses. He gets more and more upset about what happened. Even though things had seemingly ended okay with his mom, their next conversation didn’t go well, so Timo stopped trying. 

His parents have tried several times since then to connect with Timo. Larissa vowed to stay out of it, not wanting to lose relationships with her parents or Timo. Timo didn’t even want to tell his parents when Lio was born. He eventually sent a text without a picture. His parents sent gifts for Lio and flowers for Emma. They tried. Timo remained stubborn.

“Babe, I am worried you’re going to regret not having your parents there.” I say as we are finishing up going over the RSVPs for the wedding. His parents didn’t get an invite. “We’re also putting Larissa in a really shitty position.”

“She’s supportive. She gets to be part of our life.” I stare at him wordlessly. “My parents were aware of the rules before they left Jersey. Them not wanting to participate in our life is their choice. Not mine.” He puts a hand on his chest. I glance over at the bassinet Lio is passed out in. He’s swaddled up in a perfect bundle on his back.

“Well, maybe you don’t do it for you.. or for me.. maybe it’s for Lio.” I know that gets him because he pushes back from the table to leave. I grab his hand, tugging him to stop so I can wrap him into a hug. “What they said and have done is really shitty. I’m not dismissing that. But is it the rest of our life shitty?”

“Yeah, Em. It is. Because you’re my life. And fuck them for treating you like trash.”

When Lio is one, Timo’s parents still haven’t met him. It happens completely by accident.

I’m out at a cafe by where Timo is training, doing some work while Lio naps in his stroller. I look up to see Claudia and Charly walking by to sit at a table. I look down immediately, not sure if his parents would even recognize me. I recently went blonde with Larissa’s assistance, last time they saw me my hair was chestnut brown.

“Emma?” Claudia asks as she stops next to my chair. Her eyes dip down to the stroller where Timo’s mini is sucking on his nook. Her hand shakes as it goes to her mouth, touching her pursed lips. 

I don’t know what to do. I am stunned. Shocked. Should I leave? Are they going to freak out, thinking it’s me that is keeping their son and grandson away? What am I going to tell Timo?

“Hi.” I finally say, shutting my laptop. I push my sunglasses up to my head, glancing at Timo’s dad who is silent. He too is staring at Lio. Neither of them can take their eyes off of our son. I follow their gazes to where Lio sleeps. He looks so dapper because Timo dressed him before he went to training. He has on cute blue shorts with a white button up shirt and stark white Adidas. 

“Um, this is Lio.” I whisper. 

Claudia blinks as tears roll down her cheeks. She eventually looks at me and shakes her head. 

“I’m so sorry. We should go. Timo wouldn’t want us to meet him.” She turns, grabbing Charly’s forearm. “You don’t have to tell him about this.” They both walk off before I can say anything.

The whole interaction crushes me. I don’t tell Timo until Lio is down for the night. I have a glass of red wine perched on my thigh as we watch the sunset on our back deck. 

“I saw your parents today.” 

“Wha….t?” He sputters, turning his whole body to look at me. “What happened? Are you okay?”

“Nothing happened, but it made me really sad for them. For us.” Timo’s gaze travels down to my leggings and away from my face. “Babe, your mom walked away for you. Because she knows you don’t want them to know him. And she just grabbed your dad and left.”

“See that’s the kind of shit I’m talking about. They just walked away and didn’t even meet our son?” I shake my head aggressively no, grabbing his hand and squeezing it.

“No, your mom was respecting your wishes. The things you’ve been adamant about over the last few years. She walked away because she loves you that much. Even though it killed her.” Turmoil clouds his eyes. “You think I’m a good mom?”

“The best.”

“I would have done the same thing your mom did today for Lio. No hesitation.” Timo slides his hand from mine, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I’m still so mad at them, Em.” He says after a moment.

“I know. And you also really miss them.” I stroke his neck over his heartbeat.

[justanoutlawfic]

Hi I’m back! I was wondering if you had any Captain Snowing (Killian/David/Snow) and Swanfire (Emma/Neal) headcanons made yet? Any thoughts on how it would all go down with that relationship?

I would find it kinda hilarious when Killian finds out he is related to the bloody crocodile aka Rumpelstiltskin 😂 David and Snow would have to hold them down, just calm him down at the loft cause Killian was just having a simple conversation with Grumpy while grabbing groceries as he comes home to find out that information by his spouses. Especially since he was hesitant about Emma, Henry and possibly Alice too going with Rumple to find his son, fearing for the lives of his children/grandson, and also curious to Bae actually being here in their world. Seeing how he regrets how that ended for them.

Also he would be surprisingly trilled to see that Bae/Neal is alive and hell. I believe Killian would go racing to New York to protect his children and make sure Rumple doesn’t do anything harshly to harm anyone. David has to call Emma telling her that her Papa is on their way. Once Killian arrives in New York and finally finds them he is in shock to find Bae who is a adult now and completely understanding the situation at hand to the best of his abilities. It hurts a lot of everyone’s side of the story but it is dealt with soon. Killian would definitely seeing Neal as family more than ever, not blaming Emma or him too much for their actions since they were young.

Over the years, Neal and Killian grow closer together with their father-son relationship. Alice possibly becoming that annoying little sister than Neal never had and Emma being embarrassed about it especially after coming home from dates to Alice wanting to hear all about it! Snow is trilled about it and a little curious about everything since he wants to be the cool mom and ask about the dates and such.

David is very overprotective of his daughters and always looking out for her no matter what happens so it takes some time for him to grow close to Neal but they do ofc! (which is probably why Neal tries to go to Killian first before proposing the idea to David about marriage to Emma 😂 and Killian watches Neal ask David for his blissing trying not to laugh at his husband and future son in law’s interaction)

What do you think? I just had this idea bouncing in my head for a while and i have so many other ones lol

This would be funny and awkward because technically Swanfire would be step-siblings in this universe. And normally, I’d say it wouldn’t work but in case, they obviously met prior to knowing who they were and their connections. I also think it works as Neal definitely views Killian as a father figure but he’s not technically his dad?

Honestly as much as Killian loves Neal, I see it going a little like Gilmore Girls (idk if you watch) where Luke grills Jess about treating Rory right and Jess is like “ you know you’re my guardian and not hers, right???” (Adding video for reference)

I’d actually make this an AU of my “Every Little Thing” verse where Killian had Alice right before falling in love with Snowing, then both she and baby Emma go through the wardrobe only to be separated. (I think Alice is like 3-4 years older in this verse) She would totally be the obnoxious big sister that wants to pick out what Emma wears. And Snow encourages it. (She lives vicariously through them as she always wanted an older sister).

I see David as totally making Neal squirm and think he’ll say no. And then burst out laughing.

I’d also work in Baby Snowing into this mix somehow (I always name him Ben is universes where Nealfire is alive). He’d be the only sane one in this family lol.

In this version of reality, I think Henry would like Hook 1.0, because he’s not an asshole trying to burn down the city. He’d be the cool pirate grandfather telling stories of a life at sea (and stories about his dad). Add in Regina as she and Snow are very close. She’d roll her eyes and tease the hell out of all of them, but also find joy in having a family this big and crazy.

Forget when Tallie (Swanfire’s daughter) is born. That little girl will be the most beloved in all the realms.

Now, I want all of this. It’s be a crazy, hectic life for all of them. In this universe. Emma being overwhelmed but also loving all the family who clearly care about her and her well-being. Thank you for giving me all these feels!