#my two babies who didn;t know they were missing a piece until they found it

[sloedancing]

LACUNA (noun) an unfilled space; a missing part; a gap.

[celestialrry]

call me baby

psa: this might have a part 2 if anyone wants it, ik its a shitty ending lol but I wouldn’t know what to write after this. also I have another angst piece in the works but its literally taking so long to write 😖

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summary: Being hopelessly in love with your friend isn’t ideal, especially when Harry doesn’t even seem to see you as more than a therapist. 

warnings: angst, pining, cursing

You looked over at your phone, now vibrating against your bedside table, lit up with his contact photo, a picture of him sticking his tongue out. “Hi.” You picked it up, wrapping your free arm around your torso, sitting up a bit straighter out of instinct even though he couldn't see you.

“Hey, love. Can I get some advice?” He asked through the phone, his voice a bit gravely and deep as always. You silently sighed, biting your lip in hesitation. Everytime you’d get a call from him, he would either rant about his current partner, get advice about them, or just want you to be there when he needed someone to talk to.

Of course you would always be there for him, regardless of time, space, and anyone he gave his heart to. He was Harry Styles for god's sake, your friend since forever, the man who treated everyone like they were the best thing in his life, most of the time at least. He lit up any room he was in and when you’d see him it would always be fulfilling, even if the two of you sat in silence in a room of just four walls.

“Of course, what’s up?” You asked after a brief moment of silence. It was currently 4 in the morning in your single room flat in London and you didn’t think Harry knew that, but you weren't going to tell him.

“It’s just, Ana’s has been so clingy lately and we’ve only been together officially for 3 weeks. It’s making me want to end things.” Harry admitted into the phone. You almost rolled your eyes at his words. Not once has he called you to ask about you in months, but that's just how things were. You weren’t sure why you expected anything else.

“If you aren’t happy with her, end it,” You spoke up after a while, unsure if you were giving him the advice because you were desperate to be with him or it was genuinely what he should do.   “There’s no point in being with her if you’re considering ending it over her being clingy.”

You heard him sigh into the phone before speaking up. “Yeah, we’ll see, thanks,” He said your name. You smiled a bit at that. It was crazy how he could make you feel so special by just the tone of his voice, absurd, really,

“ ‘Course. So-” Before you could say anything else you heard the beep of the phone being hung up. You took a deep breath, trying to think of how Harry and you were before everything changed.

2 years ago

“I can’t believe you’re officially moving to L.A.” You said as you stood in his bedroom doorway, watching him pack up his last few clothes.

“Me neither.” He simply said.

Before you could stop it, you felt a salty tear roll down you cheek. As you wiped it away, he turned around, his face dropping all previous joy, concern flooding his features.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He used the nickname he gave you 11 years ago when we were 10. It was crazy how the two of you had known each other so long, and now you were both 21, and he would be living in the city of angels.

“Just gonna miss seeing you as often as I usually do is all.” You laughed, the tears flowing more freely now. One Direction had just gone on hiatus and after spending some time at home, Harry decided to switch it up a bit. You didn’t understand why he couldn’t just switch it up by not wearing skinny jeans everyday, but it seemed he wanted something bigger than that.

He pouted and walked over to you, giving me a hug before mumbling in your ear, “I’ll call you everyday. Promise.”

Promises were made to be broken, it seemed. He only calls you when he needs a hand, and only answers if he’s alone. You wish you found it more frustrating than painful, maybe that way it would be easier to move on, but you have yet to do so. You’ve asked yourself why you were still silently pining over him, with no answer in sight.

The last time you saw Harry in person was almost a year ago, when he came back to visit his family. Up until that trip he called you everyday, or close too, wanting to know about you day or he just “wanted to hear your voice”. Then when we were together it was like no time had passed while he was away.

1 year ago

“Oh shut up.” You scoffed, lightly punching his bicep.

He just laughed in return, rubbing his arm acting like you had actually hurt him.

“I feel like you just got back and now you’re leaving again,” you said after a bit, knowing he was leaving the next morning. “Plus,” you added, gently playing with his hair. “I’m gonna miss your hair, it’s so fun to braid.”

He looked over at you as your hand fell to rest on his shoulder, running your fingers through his curls. “I know, but I’ll come back soon. I’ll try not to cut my hair for you, don’t worry.” He smiled at you, leaning over and pulling you into a hug.

You just returned his grin and hug, and stuck your fingers through the ringlets, having way too much fun with his hair. You noticed he was looking at you the entire time you were messing with his hair, but you convinced yourself it was because he had nowhere else to look.

Eventually, you were so close to him you could see freckles you never had before. Your breath hitched, not knowing if you should backup or not, your hand still resting on his shoulder in his curls. Then all of a sudden he was far away again, and it was like nothing had ever happened.

Your heart ached with the love you had for Harry, and it seemed nothing could cure it except him and when you woke up the next morning and instinctively checked your phone, you frowned as you noticed no notifications from the one person you truly wanted to hear from.

You weren’t sure when your hurt extended from the pain of practically losing a friend to the pain of not being able to be with someone you love. You weren’t sure when you started seeing his lips as kissable and not something to put lipstick on for fun. You weren’t sure when you started looking at his hands as something to hold and not as a blocker for your playful punches.

You weren’t sure when you started stealing glances more than you usually did or avoiding eye contact because it made you nervous. You weren’t sure when your stomach was no longer empty and then filled with butterflies. You weren’t sure when he stopped calling just to talk, or when he stopped picking up. All you were sure of was that you were hopelessly in love with someone who could never feel the same.

                                                            ✧˖*°࿐

He called a few more times about the same girl, Ana. You had spoken to your friend about it, and you were slowly getting over him. Each time you were getting cut off and hung up on, and it took a really long time for you to know you deserved better. He hadn’t called you since he attempted once and you didn’t answer. It went on for a few months, he would call you almost everyday, alongside texts like “Hello?”, “Pick up, please?”, and the text that came last before you blocked him, “Are you okay?”. He didn’t deserve to know, and sure maybe you shouldn’t have just cut off all contact, but there was no other way to get over him.

A month after you blocked him, and you were no longer sulking when you checked your phone and no longer crying to sleep. You were becoming happy thanks to your self control, and finally learning that just because Harry didn’t love you, didn;t mean you shouldn’t love yourself.

You were sitting on your couch when there was a knock at your door. You looked up from the book in your lapa and stood up, scurrying to the door, not wanting the person at the other side to be waiting.

You swung it open, met with the last face you expected to see. He looked concerned almost, and almost immediately you were wrapping in his arms, after over a year he was holding you once more. Except this time you didn’t want it. You pushed him off of you and stepped back. “What are you doing here Harry?” You asked, a scowl on your face.

“I-y’wouldn’t answer me and then nothing went through, god, I was so worried, love-”

“No,” You shook your head. “Don’t call me that, you can’t just come here after being an asshole to me for over a year. You are not allowed to be worried about me, not when you haven’t bothered to ask how I am after all this time.”

His mouth dropped open in shock, you were always so calm, you never had yelled at him before. “I’m sorry-”

“Sorry doesn’t cut it.” You pursed your lips.

“Just let me explain,” He said, hesitating like he was trying to find an answer to this, but you knew whatever he told you, nothing would change. “I-when we saw each other last, we almost kissed, or at least I almost kissed you, I love you, I was so scared that y’wouldn’t feel the same, and I guess I got caught up in trying to make you jealous. Please, m’so sorry.”

He took a step towards you and you took two steps back. There was no way he felt the same as you did- you had. And even if he did, you always knew he was shit at handling feelings, but there was no excuse.

“No, you can’t do that, say that. I don’t care if you mean it or not,” You began, tearing up. “That-thats’s so fucking terrible to do to someone, especially if you love them. I’m tired Harry, I’m done with you, I’ve been done with you for months.”

“What?” He asked, like he couldn’t believe you.

“Please leave.”

Your heart broke at your own words, but you couldn’t forgive him. Not now, and maybe not ever.

“Please I-”

“I said leave, Harry.”

You could see his watery eyes as he opened his mouth to protest once more, but then closed it. There was nothing he could say. Not anymore. He was always leaving, but this time, for the first time, you wanted him to.

[tlou2holland]

Joel x reader ( pt 9 )

summary: You and Joel prepare for the upcoming patrol 

warnings: none 

you can read the previous parts here

“I don´t think its a good idea to split up.“ Jesse shakes his head and you look at him out of the corner of your eye, him and Dina sitting next to you. Joel and Tommy sit across from you while Marie and Ellie each took a seat at the head of the table. “But the infected has been sighted here-“ Tommy points to the card in front of him and marks the place with a red pen. “in town and here.“ He connects the dots to show how far away from each other they are, and Maria sighs. “We have to get to them somehow, we can’t risk to let them any closer towards Jackson.“ She takes the map and slides it over the table towards her, looking at the route with a deep frown. “what if we build teams to secure our lookouts, and meet up somewhere in the middle after we’re done?“ Ellie looks around for any faces of approval, and you nod. “This could work, If anything goes wrong and one of us doesn’t show up to the meeting point, we know where they went missing and can take a look.“ “but some lookouts might be more overrun than others.“ Joel sighs and takes the card from Maria, trying to find a route that is somehow a little safe for everyone. “That could also happen on normal patrols, we can try to come from all sides and meet up here-“Dina leans up from her seat and points to the supermarket Joel and You cleaned a couple weeks ago. “This way each of us can cover a lookout and has roughly the same way to the meeting point.“ “and some lookouts were freshly cleaned this week, it shouldn’t be too much trouble.“ Tommy tucks a strand of hair behind his ear and looks at Joel. “What do you say?“ “I don´t like this, but it might work.“ Joel shrugs his shoulders and you nod, looking at him. “Let´s partner up then, who knows each lookout the best?“ You say, sinking deeper into your seat and waiting for someone to speak up. “You know your way around the radio tower?“ Jesse asks Ellie, pointing to the first dot on the map. She shakes her head, no. “I know this route, I used to do go with Eugene.“ Dina speaks up and Jesse briefly looks at her before approving. “Alright, you and Ellie take over the west side, after you’re done you can check the village and go to the supermarket.“ “Are you sure you know the way?“ Joel stares at Dina and you can tell he’s worried, while Ellie lets out an annoyed huff. “I do, don´t worry Joel.“ Dina smiles and Maria claps her hands, getting everyones attention. “Alright, Joel and Tommy will cover the east side, you know your way around the hotel and lodge, right?“ Maria looks at her husband and Tommy elbows Joel who has a frown on his face. “We got this.“ “Y/N and I will go through to the city and forrest.“ Jesse and you make eye contact and you smile at him, nodding despite the nervous feeling in your stomach. “I´ll send a troop to clean the areas close around Jackson so you guys don’t have to do everything alone.“ Maria circles the lookouts on the map and slides it back towards the middle for everyone to see. “Everyone´s okay with this?“ She asks, rubbing her temples with her fingers. “Do we have another choice?“ Joel chuckles and starts pushing his chair back, you getting up as well. “Okay we will wait for the weather to clear up and leave in one or two days.“ Jesse starts putting his jacket back on and Ellie gets up with a sigh. “fucking infected.“ She mumbles while Dina walks over to her, a small smile framing her face. “Everything will be okay.“ She says goodbye to everyone and you wait for Joel to finish chatting with Tommy before walking back home. “This whole partner patrolling doesn’t sit right with me.“ Joel mumbles under his breath and you link your arm through his while you leave Tommys neighborhood. “Why?“ You cuddle into his side to block out the cold and Joel sighs, looking at his boots. “Dina and Ellie and Jesse and you together? It would have been better to pair you guys with Tommy or me. We know our way around and have more-“  “Hey.“ You interrupt him, stopping your tracks and standing in front of Joel to make him look at you. “Jesse is very responsible and wouldn’t do anything that puts us into unnecessary danger. Ellie knows her way with guns and Dina is a cautious person. We will be fine.“  You shrug your shoulders and Joel tilts his head to the side, scanning your flushed face. “I worry too much, don’t I?“ He lowers his head and you giggle, continuing your way home. “Yeah, you need to stop or you’ll get wrinkles from all the frowning.“ “I already have wrinkles.“ Joel furrows his brows and you laugh. “That´s cause you’re old.“ You tease and Joel mocks your laugh. “Ha ha, very funny. You’ll look like that one day, too.“ He nudges your side and you put on a serious face, eyes looking into his hazel ones. “Hopefully, and when I grow old its your turn to make fun of me.“ “I´d like to see that.“ Joel opens the door to your home and you slip inside, instantly shrugging your snowy jacket off and hanging it onto your wardrobe. “You want some Tea?“ You ask as you walk into the kitchen. Joel grunts and you hear his heavy boots walking upstairs, probably to change. You put some water onto the stove and prepare the tea leafs. You wait for the liquid to boil and pour it into two mugs, giving Joel the one with the owl on it. You make sure to grab the handles tight and make your way upstairs, squinting back and forth from the mugs to the stairs in front of you. “Joel?“ You shout as you gently kick the door to your bedroom open with your foot, only to find it empty. “In here, baby.“ Joels voice comes from somewhere behind you so you turn around and check the bathroom, finding it empty as well. It’s not until you hear the itching of a blade against wood that you groan at your own stupidness and go into Joels crafting room. There he sits, knife in one and a piece of wood in the other hand. “What are you working on?“ You ask as you sit down next to him, placing the mug onto the work plate. “That´s a surprise.“ He smiles at you and you take a sip of your tea, cursing when you burn your tongue. “Am I allowed to see?“ You try to peak over Joels hands but he covers most of the wood with his palm. “Don´t spoil yourself, it’s not finished yet.“ “How long have you been working on it?“ You hug Joel from behind and he drops the wood, quickly covering it with a cloth. “Started last week.“ He leans back into your chest and you rest your chin on top of his head. “I didn´t notice.“ You kiss his hairline and he runs his hands over your arms, holding your shoulders tight. “That was the plan baby.“ He chuckles and you play with the fabric of his shirt. “But now I know about it.“ You tease and Joel rotates his chair so he’s facing you. You stand in-between his legs as he holds your hips, massaging the soft flesh. “Also planned. I know how impatient you can be.“ He smirks and you gasp, slowly sitting down on his lap. “That´s torture!“ You hold onto his neck for support and Joel bounces his knee, urging you to inch closer. “It will be worth it.“ He nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck and starts placing kisses along your veins. “You´re getting my exceptions up.“ You say laughing while squirming away from his wet kisses. “Are you implying that its not enough that I made it? With love?“ He gives you puppy eyes and you push him away, standing up and grabbing your mug. “That´s always enough. I´m outside at the porch if you want to join.“ You turn around and Joel hums, turning his chair as well to continue his work. “I´ll come soon.“ 

You sit outside and inhale the cold winter air, legs crossed and arms leaned on the table as you continue to embroider a jacket you found some time ago. You hum a soft tune and are very cautious not to poke your thumb with the needle. Your tea is long finished and your body is getting more and more heavy when Joel joins you. “Evening madam.“ He lifts his imaginary hat and you look up, piercing the needle into your fingertip. “Ow!“ You drop the jacket and hold onto your thumb, glaring at Joel. “You scared me!“ You rub the irritated fingertip and Joel chuckles, sitting down across from you and picking up his guitar. “Sorry babe.“ He softly smiles at you and you put your stuff together, extending your arms. “Let me play, I’ve been practicing.“ “sure your thumb can take it?“ Joel teases and you roll your eyes, hiding a smile when he hands his precious guitar over to you. “If I continue to get better, I´m gonna need my own soon.“ You brag as you rest the painted wood on your lap. “convince me.“ Joel leans back in his chair and crosses his arms, eyes fixed on you. “I will.“ You bite your lip and look down, preparing to grab your chords when you already strum a side and a crooked sound escapes. “ups.“ You laugh nervously and wipe your sweaty hands on your jeans before trying again. “but I´m not singing.“ You briefly look at Joel and start playing the song he played you at your first evening together. “Not bad.“ Joel smiles proudly and you start bouncing your feet to the music, concentrating on pulling the right strings. “I´m still wobbly with this part, my fingers can´t spread that far.“ You frown and stop playing, but Joel stands up and simply stands behind you, grabbing your hands and placing his fingers over yours. “Let me help you.“ His hot breath tickles your ear and you watch as he presses your fingers back onto the neck of the guitar, changing the position for your index and ring finger. “Now try.“ He whispers and you strum the sides, beaming when it sounds right. “See, you can do it.“ He kisses your temple and you drop the guitar next to your chair, leaning to the right and quickly pulling Joel down to kiss you. “Thanks love.“ You mumble against his lips while he pushes his tongue past yours. His beard scratches against your cold face and you grab his cheeks, feeling the stubble itch in your palm. “Wanna go to bed?“ He pulls away and you nod, out of breath and with flushed cheeks. “I feel like an ice cube.“ You shiver as you get up and Joel laughs while grabbing his guitar, opening the door for you and stepping inside after you. “You know, once patrol is done, I have a little surprise for you.“ He cheekily kisses your neck and you squirm to the side, almost tripping on the steps. “Another one?“ You ask gasping. “I promised you a proper date, didn’t I?“ Joel pinches your sides and you grab his hands, pulling him up with you. “I thought you forgot.“ You happily look over your shoulder and Joel chuckles. “I didn´t. Just took me a while to find everything I need for it.“ He shrugs his shoulders and slips past you as he makes a line to the bathroom, you going into your bedroom to change. You lay in bed and wait for him, eyes wide open and staring at the small lamp in the corner. “Can I guess?“ You ask as soon as Joel returns and lays down next to you. He smells like soap and toothpaste and you instantly snuggle closer, head laying on his chest while your arm wraps around his torso. “No. I won´t budge.“ Joel closes his eyes and blindly switches the light off, trapping you in his arms afterwards. “Not even a little bit?“ You mindlessly play with Joels shirt and feel his chest rumble with laughter, before rising and sinking slowly again. “Go to sleep babe, you need to rest.“ He kisses your hairline and you huff, laying your hand flat on his stomach and finally closing your eyes. “You´re a tease.“ “You love me because of that, don’t deny it.“ Joel gently massages your back and you sigh. “Yeah I do.“ 

“Joel? Y/N?“ Loud banging on your door wakes you up and you groan, instantly covering your face with a pillow. “What time is it?“ You mumble sleepily as you roll over, not meeting any resistance. You frown and open your eyes, pillow slowly sliding down your face. “Joel?“ You reach out with your hand but it lands on an empty mattress, and you lean over his side to turn on the light. He´s nowhere to be seen, so you quickly get up and rub your eyes to get the sleep out of them. “I´m coming!“ You shout to the impatient visitor, its hamming against your door not slowing down. “One sec.“ You tiredly fumble with the lock and curse at the coldness on your naked feet. Now in front of you stands Tommy, fully dressed and with a rifle hanging over his shoulder. “Tommy?“ You ask confused, voice raspy from just waking up. The sun barely started to rise and the sky is still painted in darkish colors, making you wrap your arms around yourself. “Can I come in?“ Tommy cranes his neck to look past you and you nod, moving to make space for him. “Of course.“ You close the door after him and wrap your robes tighter around your body, feeling slightly exposed in your shorts and shirt. “Where´s Joel?“ Tommy asks as he rests his rifle on top of your dining table. You shrug your shoulders and open your mouth to say something, but another voice cuts you off. “I´m here.“ Joel comes walking down the steps, clothes covered in dust and wood splinters. “Maria is sending us out, the weather cleared up faster than expected. We´re meeting in one hour at the east gate.“ Tommy looks between you and Joel and an uneasy feeling settles in your stomach. “I thought we’d wait a couple days.“ You furrow your eyebrows and a  deep wrinkle forms on your forehead. “Change of plans.“ Tommy shrugs and Joel sighs, a deep hum coming from his throat. “One hour?“ He asks. Tommy nods and moves to leave again, grabbing his rifle and scratching it over the waxed surface. “I got to go and tell the others.“ He leaves without another word and you stand on your spot, arms hanging from your sides and body too tired to move. “That´s a bummer.“ You mumble as you rub your temple, Joel skipping down the steps and walking over to you. “Let´s get this over with. When we come back you’ll get your surprise.“ Joel wraps his arms around your neck and pulls you into a hug, your own arms winding around his waist. “You finished?“ You mumble against his chest, inhaling the strong scent of soap and dusty wood. “That´s why I got up early.“ He clears his throat and you look up, the tiniest smile forming on your lips. “You didn’t have to do that.“ You kiss the skin within your reach and Joel laughs softly, slowly loosening his grip on you. “I know, but I wanted to.“ His hands skim down to your back and sides, quickly slipping under your clothes and brushing over the naked skin. You shiver and straighten your shoulders, looking deeply into his eyes. “You and Tommy will be fine, right?“ You ask, voice dripping with worry. “of course, always are.“ Joel leans down and kisses you softly, no tongues, just lips moving in sync with each other. “Don´t worry baby, or you’ll get me worried again.“ Joel jokes to lighten the mood and you chuckle, kissing him one last time before pulling away. “Sorry, I’ll stop.“ You giggle when he attacks your cheek and jaw with kisses and his stubble brings your skin to life. It prickles and burns slightly at the same time, a sensation you’ve grown to love. “Joel you’re distracting me.“ You weakly push your hands against his chest and he pulls away, a smirk on his tired face. “Good.“ He is about to dip down again when you turn your head and make his lips land on your neck, gasping when you feel his teeth gazing your flesh. “I´m serious.“ You say with a giggle, grasping onto his bicep for support as your knees become wobbly. 

“We need to get ready.“ You breathe into his ear and Joel nods, teeth slowly sinking into the crook of your neck, surely leaving a mark. “I know.“ He calms the flesh with a kiss and pulls away, biting the inside of his cheek at your flushed expression. “You´re the death of me.“ You mumble with a weak smile and Joel retreats from you, slowly turning to walk into the kitchen and make breakfast. “If that is all.“ He winks and you shake your head laughing, walking up the stairs to get ready for the day. When you come down again, Joel is already sitting at the table and cuts some bread, mindlessly humming a tune you never heard him sing before. You creep up behind him and quickly kiss the back of his head before joining him on the table, giving your grumbling stomach the food he so desperately grumbles for. You barely get to clean your plates afterwards, when Joel places your backpack on the table with a heavy thud and calls out for you. “Y/N we have to go.“ He slides his own backpack on and you open the drain, letting the soapy water wash down and wiping your wet hands on a towel. “I´m coming!“ You quickly place Joels mug next to the sink to clean it later and join him in the dining room, grabbing your rifle and knife before putting on your jacket and backpack. “Can´t say I missed this.“ You groan as the strings sink into your shoulders, the weight of the weapons and your first aid kit heavy on your back. “You carrying stones in there or something?“ Joel asks with a half smile, handing you a pair of gloves you happily slide your hands into.“No, just the necessities.“ You step out of the comfort of your home and breathe in the cold ear, the munching of boots against snow ringing in your ears. “Alright.“ Joel sighs next to you, grabbing your hand and intertwining your fingers. You look at him in disbelief, as its something he’s never done out in public before, but he looks straight ahead and starts walking. “Don´t look so surprised.“ He says bluntly as you keep staring at your intertwined hands while walking. “I´m not suprised, just happy.“ You respond instantly, holding his hand tighter and walking so close to him that your shoulders occasionally brush. “When this is all over-“You start, waving your free hand in front of your face. “How about we go into a museum? Ellie told me you showed her one with dinosaurs and space. I´d like to see it too.“ You look to the side to read any emotion in Joels face. He briefly looks at you and nods. “Sure, I think you’ll like it there.“ “Did you go to museums often? Before the outbreak, I mean.“ You ask casually, enjoying the conversation more than silence. “Yeah, you can bet Sarah made me go into every damn museum in our country. She loved them.“ He smiles sadly and you nod, comprehending what he just said. “Did you enjoy them, too?“ You ask after some time. “Some more than others.“ He looks at you with a crooked smile and licks his lips, the cold drying them out. “I´m more the movie guy.“ He adds after some thinking. You bite back a laugh and bite your tongue. “I haven´t noticed.“ You joke, implying on the endless nights you spent on the couch with some 80´s movie running in the background. You know Joel loves them, Ellie told you that long before Joel and you were even a thing. “I can´t help it I’m a guy with decent taste.“ He laughs and you rest your head against his shoulder, your temple brushing up and down with each step. “We´re almost there.“ You blurt out as you spot the others in the distance, horses already prepared and ready to get picked up. “I know.“ Joel stops and cups your cheek, making you look up at him. Your breaths mingle in the cold and you stare into his eyes, trying to simply take all of him in. “I love you.“ Joel whispers and dips his head down, meeting your lips in a sweet kiss. “I love you.“ You say back, swallowing down the anxious feeling in your chest and hugging Joel close. After some seconds of just standing there and sharing intimate kisses, you pull away and grab his hand again. “Let´s meet the others, it looks like they’re already waiting for us.“ 

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Sorry for the wait, but I’m only now starting to feel better. I´m busying myself with writing tho, so the next chapter shouldn’t take too long :) we´re slowly coming to an end y´all, I´m not ready.. 

[laceymorganwrites]

birthday fic <33

A/N: this is a birthday fic for lovely @miyaniacs!! I hope you have a wonderful day today and are celebrated just like you deserve!

Word count: 1,970

Pairings: Gojo x Bea, Getou x me (I couldn´t help myself ehehhe), no tags since it´s just for you anyway <33

Another A/N: okay ever since we had that talk about Gojo being an embarrassing boyfriend and double dates...I just HAD to (tho I wish I could´ve executed those ideas better also the ending sucked cause I literally had no idea how to end it, BUT I still hope you can somewhat enjoy it <3333)

YOU´RE AMAZING; THANKS FOR BEING MY FRIEND; I CAN´T WAIT TO MEET YOU!!!

It was still early, the sun just rose, painting the sky a beautiful rose gold.

Getou was already up, he enjoyed the silence of the early morning.

Everything seemed to be at peace in those moments, no matter how little they lasted.

It didn´t matter to him anymore, he was at ease with Ace next to him.

His boyfriend´s presence calmed him down immediately and somehow the small boy always knew how to put a smile on his face.

They were like two popcorn kernels in a pot, nobody ever had any expectations for them but still they managed to exceed them, working harder than most people would recognize.

Working on yourself was always harder than it should be, but it was work that needed to be done.

Gojo was really proud of him for doing so, being afraid of what would happen to his friend if he didn´t.

Ace arrived at just the right time to give him the light he wanted to shut out of his life so bad.

Getou was glad he didn´t.

He found his missing puzzle piece and he´d never let it go, he had sworn to protect him at all costs.

The man stretched a bit before slowly getting up, careful not to wake the sleeping figure next to him.

It was routine at this point. But he liked it. Both men needed structure and routines in their life to be able to function. Even though they got better at being spontaneous, it was still hard to do overall.

Getou and Ace had the same sleeping pattern, preferring to go to sleep early and having the most energy in the early afternoon.

They also both had trouble sleeping, always waking up after a few hours and being unable to go back to sleep. It was easier now though, it was nice to know that there were always arms ready to hold. It was nice having someone there when you went to sleep and woke back up, it was the warm touch that was missing in both lives.

Getou prepared some coffee for himself and already cooked some breakfast. Meanwhile he was updating their grocery list and checking if anything else needed to be done.

Today was a big day, it was Bea´s birthday and Ace was beyond excited. It had been a while since they had last seen her and Gojo.

To be fair, Getou always tried to avoid double dates since Gojo could be quite exhausting.

After a while Ace slowly woke up, groggily sitting up in bed and yawning and stretching thoroughly.

“Good morning, love” he smiled from the kitchen counter as Ace slowly dragged himself to sit next to him, laying his head on his shoulder. “Morning, baby” he mumbled tiredly and slowly started eating his breakfast and drinking his tea.

Getou had helped him wrap his presents for Bea just yesterday since Ace´s wrapping skills were quite underwhelming to say the least.

The two talked for a bit and once they finished eating, they started cleaning the apartment, getting groceries and everything else they needed.

After a while they were done and just enjoyed the last few quiet minutes before the other couple would arrive.

The morning routine in the Gojo residence looked quite differently.

First of all, Gojo didn´t have a residence, he just liked calling his apartment that since there would be no way in hell a sorcerer of his caliber would live in an apartment building with others, normal citizens nonetheless.

However sorcerers didn´t get paid that well, no matter whether or not they had the six eyes. Gojo always had the little conspiracy that the elders cut his paycheck extra short.

And somehow he got off on it, he´d prove them all wrong anyway. He didn´t need them, he didn´t need anyone.

Only that the last one was a blatant lie.

He didn´t know he needed anyone until Bea came into his life.

She was quite something, so beautiful, made him laugh like no one else ever did. With her he didn´t have to hide anything, he could be himself.

And more than that: he could finally find out who that even was, he had time to think about those things now and not push everything aside like he did usually.

No, he wasn´t perfect like everyone thought, like he told everyone so that they´d leave him alone.

He was just a man.

A damn lucky one at that, being able to have her by his side.

Bea was new to the sorcerer world, but she had great potential, he took it upon himself to train her, though it really was just an excuse to get to know her.

She had her own issues, he could tell. But he wasn´t an asshole to pry on them.

Instead he asked her out immediately, because yes, he was one to rush things, following his heart.

To this day he asked himself why she said yes.

Somehow they got along incredibly well, so well in fact that he got to take her home.

Gojo never believed in falling in love but she just made it way too easy.

But it scared him, he never had been in love, not this way at least, never truly.

It was always a game to him, someone he´d hook up with and then never see again.

It was fun while it lasted and then left a burning, aching hole inside his heart that was just too sad to look at so he drowned himself in alcohol and did it all over again.

Bea was the first one he went on multiple dates with, the first one he tried to be a decent human being with.

Since both didn´t want a relationship in the beginning, both being too scared of rejection and hurting, they didn´t put a label on it.

They just fucked, went out, sometimes she stayed over at his place, that was nice. And sometimes she´d even laugh at his dumb jokes, that was even nicer.

Nice wasn´t the word to describe her though.

It was so much more than that, an incredible kindness and warmth that he only felt with her.

She made him feel special in a different way than all the others did and for the first time in his life he believed it.

Gojo wanted to make her feel the same way too and so he tried really hard, he tried to come up with exciting date ideas, take her to places she´s never seen before and show off like he always did.

But he always had this hopeful look in his eyes that she really saw what cool thing he did (which in reality was just dumb, but in his world it was cool).

And she gave him compliments.

Damn, did he love them.

He knew he was somewhat attractive but despite showing off he never really paid much mind to it.

But when the two of them were alone in bed, her tracing her fingers all over his body, those irresistible eyes looking down on him, that damn smile as she told him: “You´re so fucking beautiful, do you even know that?”.

“Right back at you” he´d grin, averting all of his attention to her so she wouldn´t comment on the fact that he was blushing.

They had quite the different relationship (once they finally admitted their feelings and called it that, so far everything went more than just perfect) than Getou and Ace, theirs was more fun, Gojo said.

Bea and Gojo always had the most fun, they always teased each other and could laugh a lot, as well as tell each other their darkest secrets without being judged.

“This isn´t a competition, you know?” Getou commented on that, but Gojo just grinned, to him it always was. And he always won.

He thought that Getou should be more grateful, after all he hooked him up with his boyfriend.

Gojo didn´t like Ace. He was so quiet. He didn´t like that about people.

However when Bea was around it was like he bloomed, suddenly he wouldn´t stop talking.

And that was annoying too.

Which is why Gojo always wanted to avoid meeting him.

But for her birthday he´d try to get along with him. For her.

The two of them had been on a mission yesterday and slept in now since they got home pretty late.

They somehow always woke up at the same time though which was more than just convenient. Gojo was mesmerized at how cute and pretty she looked even in the morning, he himself of course always looked dashing.

“Good morning, birthday bunny” he grinned, kissing Bea lazily but still taking her breath away.

“Why bunny?” she laughed, Gojo would always give her some cute nicknames that were quite random at times, but she never got used to it.

It was weird, having this affection without any intentions, just because he loved her.

“It fit” he grinned, he would embarrass himself in front of her a thousand times if it meant seeing her smile for only one instance.

She shook her head giggling and buried her head in his chest, his warmth was so comforting to her, she never wanted to get up.

“By the way… wanna have your first present?” he smirked, hands wandering down to her hips as he leaned closer to her to give her some neck kisses.

“Let´s wake up the neighbors, shall we?” he husked.

Meanwhile Ace was checking if the cake was already cold enough to decorate, which to his luck it was.

Ever since meeting Getou he baked more, they also baked together a lot.

Decorating wasn´t his forte, but Getou helped with that, he had steady hands and a good eye for those things.

“You know, wrapping a plushie isn´t as easy as I thought it would be” he laughed slightly. Ace loved his laugh, he was one of the few people who ever heard the real one.

“I´m sure you did great” he grinned and stood on his tiptoes to give him a quick peck.

Indeed the presents looked amazing, Getou even put on a little bow on the wrapping paper. Ace got Bea some manga volumes, a plushie and some other merch he hoped she´d like.

Now it was time to wait.

An hour later the other couple finally arrived.

“Sorry we´re late, we had important adult stuff to do, you two wouldn´t understand” Gojo announced grinning as he entered your apartment.

“Satoru! Shut up” Bea blushed and playfully punched his shoulder.

Getou just sighed and shook his head, why was he like this?

“Happy birthday, Bea!” Ace rapidly stood up from the couch and greeted her with a hug.

He gave her her presents and they talked about all sorts of things while their partners were in the kitchen to slice the cake and prepare the plates.

“I don´t want to hear it” Getou sighed. “Huh? I haven´t even said anything!” Gojo pouted, albeit feeling caught. Of course he was going to taunt his friend about his relationship, he of course never spared enough details to hurt anymore, but just enough to make everyone just a tad bit uncomfortable with embarrassment.

He couldn´t help himself, he had the best girlfriend in the world and everyone should know it.

The rest of the day wasn´t anything special, after all in the current situation you couldn´t do much.

But still, it was nice to meet up with friends, eat cake and have nice conversations.

They all ended up on the couch watching some movies and being too full to order proper takeout.

Though that was the fun in it, Bea was happy, she wasn´t alone like Ace feared, that was all that mattered.

He hoped her next birthday would be more eventful.

[vestedbeauty]

Go Outside and Play! (Yes, YOU)

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Go Outside and Play! (Yes, YOU)

How many times did we hear it as kids? “Go outside and play!” (possibly followed by, “and don’t come home until the streetlights are on!”)

As a kid growing up in the seventies, getting to go outside and play - especially during the summer - was a huge part of life. We lived in a neighborhood with lots of kids. Many of the moms stayed home or were just easing they way back into the workforce. It was a different time.

Looking back, it’s no surprise that the moms wanted us out, out, out! In prior generations, parents didn’t really play with their kids. Kids played with kids. 

It may not have been perfectly safe. (OK, it was definitely not perfectly safe.) We did a lot of stuff that seems dangerous now:

Playing unsupervised in other kids’ homes

Tromping through the woods until we got lost

Skating on the little pond at the end of the street… even if the ice wasn’t thick enough

Riding our bikes (helmets? ha!) all over creation, usually without even telling anyone where we were going

We got sunburnt, ate junk food whenever the opportunity presented, and drank Kool-Aid made with a whole cup of sugar. I literally dreamt of bubble gum, packs of watermelon Bubbalicious and grape Bubble Yum so real I could taste it.

"Dangerous" But Fun

And at the end of a long, hot summer day, we slept like babies.

I don’t know how we learned so many games to play. There was no internet, of course, and I can’t imagine finding a book full of games at the library. Still, we played all the usual games (hide and seek, kill the guy with the ball, and kickball). But somehow we also found out about Red Rover, TV tag, freeze tag, SPUD, and four square. And we made a bunch up, too, like bicycle shop (turn it upside-down, crank the pedal as fast as you can, pretend to fix stuff using blades of grass and sticks). 

It’s like there was some invisible network between children, where vital information traveled without the assistance of media or adults. There was always some kid who knew stuff. That’s the one who gave everyone else the scoop on current events, like when “Mikey” ate pop-rocks and drank a Coke at the same time and died.

Friendships started because of proximity. Not everyone got along. There was the girl who cried way too much, the boy with the hair-trigger temper who was always fighting, the kids whose parents wouldn’t let them play with anyone in the neighborhood. Of course, there were the kids who were too little, who were dying to be invited to play. 

And there were the “big kids” who never seemed to come outside. Well, unless they were hanging out on the porch or by their pool (so jealous!) with their high schooler friends. We held those big kids in reverence. It seemed impossible to even imagine the same girl I saw kissing her boyfriend (ON THE LIPS!) ever sitting in the grass, trying to find the perfect blade to use for a whistle.

Playing Outside Isn't Just for Kids

And then, one day, we were the big kids. Outside wasn’t for playing - it was for transportation or chores, if anything.

Actually, it didn’t happen all at once. We had a few years’ span in our ages. But somewhere around the seventh-grade mark, our friend groups shifted from the neighborhood to the classroom. I remember discovering that I could have school friends come over to hang out. We might walk home from school together, but we’d spend our time indoors - or maybe walk to the 7-Eleven store up the road to buy a Diet Coke. Then back to the house to listen to records, make prank calls, watch General Hospital, and gossip. We got part-time jobs working indoors, at least all mine were. 

Then it was off to college. I went to Rutgers University, which is spread across five campuses (there are satellite campuses, but I never saw them). That meant lots of bus rides and tons of walking. At the time, I didn’t mind walking miles and miles each day - unless I was running late for class. It was just part of life. 

The yellow, orange, and red leaves on the trees in the fall semester were a stunning welcome to the first semester. I remember feeling especially alive and connected to… something… as I’d kick my way through piles of fallen leaves. The winters felt harsh, though. Duck boots were great for navigating ice, and they probably did wonders for thigh muscles because they were so heavy. But snow in New Jersey is really only nice for a few hours before it gets dirty and slushy. Not that fun to be outside then.

In graduate school, I only remember being outside to walk to class - or walk to work if I didn’t have a ride. At some point, I took up early morning walks to clear my head. It was South Hamilton, Massachusetts, and there may be no more beautiful spot than New England - especially in autumn.

Yes - that's NJ! The Delaware Water Gap is gorgeous, especially in autumn.

Adulting Is Better with Outside Time

After my ex graduated, we moved to Jackson, New Jersey, and I took a job at an accounting firm about an hour away (unless traffic was really bad). With two hours of commuting and eight hours in the office, plus weekends taken up by my role in his job (another post, another time), outside time became a memory. 

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Well, unless you count sleeping outdoors in our backyard on blankets because without air conditioning, our house was unbearable! (I always wondered if the neighbors knew - they had air!)

But I remember one day feeling like this entirely indoors existence felt like a rip-off. I bought some plants, seeds, and seedling trees, and started a tiny garden. I set an alarm to get up thirty minutes earlier and spent the extra time kneeling in the grass, hands in the dirt. 

The results shocked me. It felt like I had a life again. My mind wandered - even frolicked! - as I played in the soil. Something therapeutic happened as I pulled weeds. That outdoors time was mine alone.

Out with the Kids - But It’s Not Quite the Same

Soon, we started a family. I went part-time with my job, which meant two ten hour days in the office each week, plus several hours at home. On the days I was home, I loved nothing more than bundling my first baby up and going for a long walk in the neighborhood. We had an incident with some dogs that might have ended that practice (I love dogs, but this was scary). But I just switched routes. Then, a few months later, there was a truly horrific crime in our neighborhood. Never again would I feel safe letting my son (and my daughter who was born just a couple years later) play outside without my eyes on them.

I’d made some girlfriends who also had kids at the same time (there was a pregnancy pact - maybe a post for another day!). We loved taking the kids to parks, petting zoos, and a nearby lake. They’d play, we’d talk. These were some of my favorite days. 

But the world had changed. We moved a bunch, and there never seemed to be many kids in the neighborhood - certainly not playing outside. There were playdates, but they weren’t spontaneous. Kids never seemed to come calling, ringing the doorbell and asking if my kids could come out and play. I saw them becoming indoor-dwellers, and while it felt sad, it also seemed like the logical course.

Along the way, we’d moved to Florida. It’s hot. It’s humid. Most people seem to stay indoors unless they’re at the beach or poolside. I learned to take early morning walks with my dog. If we didn’t get home by about 6:30, it felt like walking in a steam bath. 

Freelancers Don’t Go Outside and Play

We needed money. I needed something creative to do - especially while the kids were at school. So, I started a freelance writing business. It took off quickly. Soon, I was working every minute the kids were at school. Then, the workload expanded and I worked when they got home, too. Then weekends. “Outside” was nothing more than the few feet between the front door and minivan door. “Playing” felt like frivolity. Working “all the time” was both a burden and a point of pride for me. I’d set my prices too low, and was too timid to raise them. For several years, I was the primary breadwinner. I felt so tightly-wound that I could barely remember feeling lighthearted, playful, or relaxed.

Let’s just fast-forward about a decade. Kids are grown. (I am astonished to learn my love, respect, and enjoyment of them has somehow gotten 100x deeper with time - didn’t think it was possible.) I’m in a new marriage, living in a little town outside Huntsville, Alabama. The freelance writing business is now an agency, and while I help steer it, I have a team who takes care of my clients. I also work full-time as the editorial director at Capitalism.com - a “job” I love with people I adore. 

Life gets busy. But having reached 53, I have gathered at least this piece of wisdom, which I practice daily: Go outside and play.

Playing no longer looks like choosing teams, running around, and flopping onto the grass. 

It looks more like sliding into my funky little rubber boots  tending my flock of backyard hens. It’s moving piles of mulch and preparing garden beds. It might be mowing. Or it could be an after-lunch walk with my hubby and the dogs. Sometimes, it’s just sitting outside on the porch, admiring the sunrise and sunset. When I miss a day, something is off. My best ideas come from time spent outdoors. I call it puttering. It’s good for the soul.

Go play outside. See what happens. I'd love to hear what you like to do outside, what joys you've discovered out there, and how often you make outside play part of your day.

Also...

I’ve been reading this book by Trevor Blake, called Three Simple Steps. (Trevor built and sold multiple businesses for hundreds of millions - starting in midlife! He also only works a few hours a day, and is a huge proponent of spending time outdoors.)  It’s one of the best things I’ve read in a long while. 

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[kurtty-drabbles]

Hanaki desease

N/A: Ok, I´m too lazy to check out what are Jubilee´s favorite songs so I created a band for this reason.

@djinmer4 @augment-techs @raainstorms @lesdernierssous

The room smells like brimstone and beers. It could be easily mistaken for Logan´s room if a tall, built blue man who is using it spandex tail to hold the ceiling to be upside down and read a book.

Disdain and boredom morph into his face as red eyes trying to comprehend the plot that judging by this particular reader, the plot seems non-existent.

“Knock, knock” an amused and feminine voice snap the blue reader back to reality “ what are you reading? 50 shades of grey? Did I corrupt Kurt Darkholme?” the woman eyes shines in mischievous and playfully.

“Hilarious, Kitty, are you aiming to be a comedian?” asked in a blasé style and the reply received the awestruck comeback of Kitty Pryde showing her pink tongue to him.

“If you truly want to know…I´m reading a romance novel and it is really bad. I´ve 100% that this Rachel is incredibly gay for this Amy, but out of nowhere, Rachel is dating this Joe…” this tone is a bit belligerent.

“Is called queerbaiting, Kurt, it exists in every dimension, this one, our dimension and many others ” And finally Kurt let go of the upside down position.

“Well, it was a waste of time” his eyes gaze at her leather outfit and there´s a naughty smile “ there better things we can do”

“True, but dinner is ready and Wolverine makes sure we all be present"give a pointed look at Kurt,” He said and I quote ‘If I have to bring the Elf´s ass here I will’ end quote,“ says gently as Kurt doesn´t like to be called Elf.

This new dimension Kurt Wagner and Kurt Darkholme aren´t exactly best friends neither are enemies. Two Germans and one of them is a Catholic and the other is an atheist.

This new dimension has now two Kitty Pryde. One with long curly hair and the other with short curly hair (and an occasional gutless as weapon and accessory.)

"Hate when he calls me elf” Kurt is a bit angry but not as in the first times Wolverine called him like that.

“I know, but he is adamant in calling you elf and me …half print” a swear word, pretty nasty, escape her lips as she gives a mini-speech as why this nickname bothers her.

Well, you´re short. thought Kurt. But the “not” Elf is smart to not say out loud.

Kitty approaches Kurt, for a moment, Kurt Darkholme thought in mention about the catwalk, sadly Kitty does not like puns and she looks too distracting wearing this outfit leather(Is it on purpose? Maybe)

They are facing each other, brimstone and strawberry mixture in the air, gentle and smaller finger are gingerly touching his outfit as she pretends to give bow an invisible tie.

There´s something so domestic, silly and intimate about all this. Kurt doesn’t dare to make cat puns yet.

“I talk with Cable this morning, this dimension Cable, I think, and he told us that Apocalypse won´t come after us,” says gravelly" we´re safe and as for our dimension…it is safe but do you want to come back?“

"To what? There´s nothing for us there anymore and I …I´m so tired” confess with intense in his voice. She nods gentle touching his face(no rebuking or protest, but Kitty always touches him gentle, something so unusual for him) and resume the conversation.

“Kurt, their Bobby will be here as well, remember what we all talk about it?” inquiry Kitty trying to not laugh.

Kurt rolls his eyes and repeats the words he knows by heart.“This Bobby is not evil, don´t kill him or project your hate to an innocent Bobby” and somehow Kurt pouts.

“Good boy” snickers remembering Kurt Wagner and other Kitty along with the others X-men explaining this to Kurt Darkholme.

“And if he is in the dining room?” Kurt asked curiously. They both know how this person is and how much this Kitty wants to avoid him. It is a bad joke, she escapes from one Pete, to immediately found another in this dimension that is just like the other.

“Well, I have my weapon” tries to joke but Kurt has none of this “I´ll be fine Kurt, I promise”

Kurt is not entirely convinced but decides to accept her word. Using his tail wrapped around her(a hey was the only word emitted by Kitty) and with a brimstone smoke, Kitty and Kurt are now in the dining room.

Everyone is in the dining room talking about anything, although Kurt Darkholme will never admit, the sensation of safety and joy that this dimension provides is more than enough for Kurt.

Kurt Wagner and the other Kitty are on a mission. Good news to Darkholme that won´t have to suffer from bad jokes and bible references anymore.

Jubilee seems to be one of the few people that happily chats with the interdimensional couple. Her baby, Shogo Lee, safely tug in the baby carrier as the woman wave to them.

“Good night,” says and it seems her son has the same mood as his mother “Miss Monroe did the cooking and Wolverine helps, which means beer to everyone”

Kurt Darkholme doesn´t know what to say to Jubilee, however, Kitty seems to enjoy talking with the other woman. The young woman´s fangs are easily spotted by anyone and the interdimensional couple often wonder if they should ask how she becomes a vampire.

The conversation carries on, until Kitty spot the chair that Pyotr aka Pete usually sits is empty. It wouldn´t be such a problem if some people could stop giving funny looks to Kitty. As she knows why he is not there.

Kurt Darkholme did notice the funny stares as well. To reward such attempts the “not” Elf thought it would be best to send one of his trademark smiles to the group. It always works like a charm and the little group stopped instantly.

Jubilee notices the funny expressions and soon the mood change abruptly. In an attempt to lighten things up, Jubilee decides to tell her origins.

“Oh, Do I never tell you guys how I become a vampire?” Kurt and Kitty shake their head and if they thought she would be offended, this statement was proved wrong.“Ok, all start with what I like to call: the Ballad of Jubilee”

“Well, thanks for telling us”

“No, problem. By the way, do you guys like music? Because the 0´7 is promoting their new single” says a proud Jubilee with her baby that seems equally proud of said band “is one of the first bands with a full mutant cast and their songs are amazing”

“The only song we did listen on our dimension was the softly sounds of death” Kitty and Jubilee just side eye Kurt “and also, Jimmy Buffet, somehow Jimmy Buffet survive the apocalypse”

The explanation was long and the couple feels like it was a saga with some plot holes, overall, they finally learn how Jubilee turned into a vampire.

And of course, they eat. Bobby sits as far away as possible of Kurt Darkholme that may or may not sound too intimidating on purpose whatever Bobby said or did anything. Again, no one can prove anything.

Wolverine drinks beer. Ororo demonstrates once again one of her many skills, offering a piece of her delicious pie to Kurt and Kitty, and the new kids are chatting about homework and cute boys/girls.

Mr.MCcoy enter the room with a solemn expression and asked Kitty if he could talk with her alone, Kurt may be biased, after all, he did face an evil version of the Beast, but something in this request didn´t settle well with him.

Neither does with Kitty. But after the kind doctor(Kurt and Kitty still are deciding if he is indeed a kind doctor) insists vehemently Kitty agrees and Kurt did follow along.

“Maybe you guys were wondering where´s Pete was in the last few days?” asked Hank McCoy trying to figure out how to explain the situation. To be fair, the Doctor never saw anything remotely alike.

“Not really,” both said in unison.

“Oh” he should expect this answer “well, it seems that Pete is suffering the Hanaki disease” Kurt arch an eyebrow having no idea what this means and Kitty clearly has no idea what is going on.

“It means he will cough petals and dies because of a one-sided love” it was blunt and maybe not the best way to describe or explained, but, again, to be fair, the doctor has no idea of what to say here.

“I´ve some question how someone coughs petals? why one side love? there´s magical users in this dimension…and what that has to do with us?” asked Kitty impatiently.

“Well…I was hoping” couldn´t finish as Kitty give one of her death glare.

“That I would go back to him? I was married to a Pete in my dimension and it was horrible and I don´t wish to repeat the experience, also, this Pete knows the Kitty from this dimension and I think, no, I believe this Pete is settling to the second best”

“Kitty, he will die,” says Hank once again.

“Yeah? well the Pete of my dimension did let thousands of kids being murder, this Pete mentally abuse the Kitty of this universe and if he is going to die coughing petals, then have fun”

“Beside” surprisingly Kurt amends" he is an X-men. Death never got a hold of us. So, maybe a little time out will do good for him"

Kitty refuses to see Pete. And Kurt is ready to assume that this Doctor McCoy is not kind. Maybe, some may think Kitty´s attitude was cold(hence why the funny staring) but the woman decided a long time ago to not repeat the same mistake she did in her own universe.

“This is a time for a new begin,” says tiredly after the dinner, after the meeting with McCoy finally ends, to a disheveled Kurt.

“Yes, I just have one question: How someone coughs petals? Is that the stupidest thing ever or the creepiest?”

“Kurt, we´re X-men I think at this point we just have to let it go from logic, sometimes”

“But, Katzchen, is petals…how petals can kill you?”

“I´ve no idea”

“This is so stupid or maybe creepy”

Pete remains in the hospital alley coughing petals much to Doctor McCoy astonishment and surprise. Soon everyone did found out about the Hanaki disease and no one knows for sure if this is the stupidest thing ever or the creepiest.

[laceymorganwrites]

Gunpowder, sadness and siracha part 4

Word Count: 1,993

Warnings: blood, strong language, curse words, Pairing: None, hinted Deadpool x OC

A/N: Introducing Chester(You know him from my Spidey fic, but this is his origion, also, he´s not rlly mean, he and Peter are besties) Lucy´s my OC too, she´s Tony´s daughter. The other Lucy´s my OC from my Gotg fic I´ll finish and post sometime.

His suffering

Heidi just got back from a birthday party and was exhausted. She quickly cooked up some lasagna and called her son.

„Hey mom, why´re you calling so late? I mean, not that I wouldn´t appreciate it, but you need to sleep. Anyway, how are you?“ Chester asked, happy that his mother called him.

He was at the Avengers tower with Peter and Lucy, honestly it was like high school just way cooler.

They were all on their way to become great heroes.

„Oh, I was just on a birthday party, you remember Frank, right?“ Heidi smiled.

„Oh yeah! Tell him I said hi. Totally forgot it was today“ Chester admitted.

Heidi chuckled. “Don´t worry, you´re busy, he´ll understand. So, did you land a mission already?” she asked. Ever since he was a little boy, Chester wanted to be a superhero. But Heidi couldn´t grasp that they were sending her baby out to war, it wasn´t save. What happened to dreaming of having a band or being an astronaut?

“Well, yes, but Lucy screwed it up because she wanted to prove she was better than Peter, she almost got us killed! Like always, god I hate her...I miss you, mom” Chester complained, it´s been too long since they´ve seen each other. Heidi has asked the Avengers to take him in when they saved her from Francis, just until she finished it. But the job was taking too long.

„I miss you too, baby. Don´t let Lucy get to you. And tell Peter I said hi. You´ll figure something out with her. You know what´s funny? I got a new student who´s also called Lucy, well actually Lucinda, but she goes by Lucy“ It was sad, but Heidi wasn´t really a hero, she killed for money and went on revenge missions and suicide squads, but Chester and his friends were different, they wanted to do right.

She also wanted to be a hero, but after all what happened between her and the Avengers, no matter how much they all liked each other, those times were over now, she needed to find Francis, even though it was egoistical.

„Oh, mum, Mr Stark wants to talk to you“ Chester informed his mother as Tony walked into the room.

„Okay, I´ll see you Sunday, bye, baby“ Heidi prepared herself for another guilt trip. „Bye mum“ Chester gave the phone to Tony. „Tony, you wanted to talk?“

Heidi put the lasagna out of the stove and smiled, it smelled so good, and with the combination of Tony´s voice, it was heaven. Indeed she missed the time she spent with the Avengers, but she just didn´t fit in anymore.

„You´re coming on Sunday, right?“ he asked.

„Of course I´m coming, would be boring if I didn´t, aye?“ she laughed and took a bite of her lasagna.

„Are you eating right now?“ Tony chuckled. „Yeah, lasagna, I just made it home“ she smiled.

„I wish you were here“ he sighed and Heidi sighed, she didn´t know if she would ever return, they were better off without her, especially Chester.

„I know, I just...I can´t right now, I need to finish this, okay?“ she said defeated with her head down. „We need you, you´re a hero“ Tony pleaded and Heidi bit her lip, she wished they never met her. „Tony, believe me, I´m no hero, I wouldn´t be a good addition“ she tried more definite this time. „We can talk about it on Sunday, I need to go” Tony was interrupted by something. „Bye, Tony“ she hung up.

Heidi sighed, it´s been sixteen years and three months, she never took so long to find someone.

It was frustrating.

After she put the rest of the lasagna in the fridge, it knocked on the door.

Strange, it was two in the morning and Heidi had no friends that lived near her. Maybe it was Matt, her neighbor, or maybe Weasel found her jacket. But she didn´t believe that, you couldn´t be too cautious these days, besides...someone was out to get her.

Francis had found her, with that conclusion she tiptoed to her closet and loaded her pink gun, then she opened the door.

„Deadpool?“ she quickly lowered the gun and rushed to him.

The mercenary in the red and black suit laid on the door, breathing heavily, he bled, but Heidi couldn´t make out where, probably everywhere.

„Hey, Heidi, sweetcheeks“ he weakly tried to smile.

He sounded suffering, he was in dull pain.

Heidi put the gun away and helped him through her door.

„Now, what in the fuck of fucks happened to you?“ she worriedly supported him.

She still tried to make out if the blood was his, and if so, where it came from.

„It was a trap, I didn´t find him. They had guns, the bullets are still inside.“ he coughed up blood. „Oh, no!“ she had to do something before he choked on his own blood. The woman had tears in her eyes, she had a sweet spot for the mercenary and just wanted to help and hug him. She dragged him inside with all her might and tried to do so carefully, but it was impossible with the suit which was soaked in blood, no matter where she put her hands, there was blood and it made it very hard to get him inside.

„It hurts“ he admitted.

„I know, baby, can you stand up?“ Heidi felt really guilty.

She tried to bring him into the bathroom.

„Can you tell me where the bullets are?I can pull them out“ Heidi tied her hair up and pulled back her sleeves. „You´re too kind for such a cruel fucked up world“ Deadpool weakly whispered.

Heidi smiled and her heart jumped. She tried to ignore this feeling ever since it occurred, ever since she saw him in the bar, maybe even before. The more she thought about it, about him, she realized that she started having feelings for him a long time ago, when they started working together. She hated it, she hated being careless and helpless, she couldn´t stop thinking about him in the most inconvenient situations and she would randomly smile when she did. It was horrible, she´d never have a chance with him.

„Thank you, let me help you“ She knew about what Francis did to him, he was the man Heidi bumped in in the bar, that would explain why he tried to kill her, but she couldn´t be sure, so she said nothing.

„Heidi...“ he grabbed her hand and she really thought he wanted to hold her back, when in reality, he just wanted to be close to her. „I won´t let you suffer, for fucks sake!“ she had enough of it, enough of the constant pain he was in, she could understand why he didn´t want anyone to see him without his mask on, but she needed to help him now.

And as she tried to peel Wade´s suit off him, he let her.

„Thank you, baby, I will fix it, okay?“ she whispered, squeezing his hand. He didn´t say anything, he was too scared of her reaction, in the bar she couldn´t even make him out, it was too dark, or was it?

Never did he want to lose her, why did he even come here in the first place?

Weasel could´ve easily pulled out the bullets and he knew what he looked like.

Heidi had every single piece of the suit removed, but left the mask, as she didn´t want Wade to feel more insecure than he already was.

But she didn´t frown, scream or vomit.

No, Heidi looked at him in awe, her eyes wandering over his scarred body until she stopped to get a bucket and fill it with water.

Then she proceeded to clean the wounds, before she pulled out all 27 bullets.

During that process she often would stop and kiss his skin.

„Heidi, you´re the best“ Wade hugged her as all the bullets were removed.

„I know, right?You want some lasagna?“ she winked at him bit her lip, it was funny how she could be so casual with him. She talked to him, like she did before, everything was normal, it felt like home.

„Hell yeah!“ he smiled.

Wade and Heidi sat down on the couch and watched TV, Poopsy was laying in Heidi´s lap and slept.

Heidi gently put Poopsy down who complained. Then she sat up sideways and leaned closer to Wade, cupping his face. “May I?” she carefully asked and removed his mask as he nodded. Heidi let out the breath she didn´t notice she was holding and gently touched his face. She caressed it carefully and rubbed her thumbs over his cheekbones. Heidi bit her lip as she looked up to Wade, he didn´t move and didn´t meet her eyes. “Hey...Wade...” Heidi softly called as she moved his head so that he would look at her. “I don´t know what you want to hear right now, I don´t know what you´ve been through. I know you don´t want to hear what I´m about to say right now, but I´m stupid, so I´m gonna say it anyway. I really should´ve told you sooner, but I was scared. I just...never thought I´d ever see you again, and that thought, it killed me. You know me better than any person should...God, what did he do to you? I´m so sorry, Wade...but let me help you. We can take this freak down together! I know it” Heidi was so close to him now, she almost lost control and kissed him. Almost. “Heidi...I...I...he´s got my girlfriend” Wade told her and Heidi´s eyes widened as she jumped back from him as if she spotted a spider. “Fuck...then you should get her! But not alone! It´s dangerous, goddammit! Even you should see that, but if you don´t want me to come that´s alright. I mean you can take Frank with you, or Bob, hell take Matt. Anyone, I don´t want you to die” Heidi instinctively took his hand again. “I won´t die. That´s the problem. I should die. I don´t care that he´s got her, she´ll leave me if she sees my face anyway, she never even loved me. Hell, I don´t even know if I ever loved her. Why am I like this, Heidi? Why am I so fucked up? Why does it always end up with me spilling my guts to you? Why do I always end up right here? With you? Why don´t I care about her? Why don´t I care about anything but...” Wade rambled as he grabbed Heidi´s hands and buried his head in them. “Don´t.” she interrupted him. “Shut up, Wade. I´m your best friend, that´s why you always end up here, you can always come to me, because you know I´m always there for you. Now go to sleep and then get your girl with a clear head, goddamn!” she told him. “Fuck, Heidi, what the hell is going on with me?” he whined. Heidi laughed. “Don´t ask me! I could ask you the same thing” she got up and cleaned the dishes. “No, you´re perfect. Like, literally. Thanks, you know, for everything. I`m gonna go get her, huh?” he chuckled. “Like a real fucking superhero” Heidi giggled, looking up at him with a smile that said ´You can get everything´, making Wade gulp. “What if I don´t wanna get her? What if I wanna stay here and just forget about all the bullshit?”. Heidi shot him a death glare. “You can stay here. Tonight that is. I want your girl in your arms tomorrow, got it?”. He nodded. “I´m hopping into the shower, you know where the guest room is.” Heidi got into the bathroom and took a long hot shower, afterwards she got dressed in her nightgown and went to sleep. Wade couldn´t grasp much sleep ever since the whole Francis incident, but that night, he slept like a baby.