#without it kris would be much more toddler-like

[chubbidust]

I wonder how Ralsei would react to the Human of the Prophecy, the only person for MILES who can seal the Dark Fountains, being a tiny baby who doesn't know how to speak and can barely walk

bro would be flabbergasted

[illicthearts]

I’m going to rant about Rukmini real quick

Yk it really bothers me that Rukmini isn’t remembered as much as Radha is. Like I do not understand why she is so remembered when she was in Krishna life for only ten years, eleven at most. And he was ten or eleven when he left to kill Kansa, I highly doubt a toddler was romantically involved with someone like people say. That’s like the last thing on their mind.

Although some people believe that she didn’t exist and was made up by later texts since she wasn’t mentioned in Ved Vyas’ original texts. I personally believe this or that it wasn’t a romantic relationship at all, more of a devotion or friendship, she could’ve been been his babysitter or something and he really looked up to her since she was older than him, to the point that her marriage was fixed with someone else.

But it really bothers me that people remember her the more than other wives of Krishna. Especially when she was barley in his life compared other women. And it really bothers me that people don’t even know who Rukmini is. Rukmini deserved to be remembered along with Krishna just as much as Radha. She was the one who fell in love him without even seeing him or meeting him. She only had his stories that were told to her by other people. She was the one who left her family to be with him, risking never seeing them again. She was the one who planned the whole “kidnapping” because she knew that no one but herself would be able to save her from that marriage. She was the one who had endure the separation from her first child. She was the one who shared her husband with 16107 other women, it couldn’t have been easy. And she did it happily too, something no women today would be able to do. She was the one who took care of Dwarka when Krishna was off helping the rest of the world. She was the one who assumed the form of Mahalaksmi and blessed Sudama and his family with prosperity and beauty. She was the one who held the fort and after Krishna died she was the one who made sure everyone was safely on their way with Arjuna before committing sati. Some say that Dwarka only drowned after Rukmini committed sati because it couldn’t handle being separated from its Queen. After everything she only gets one temple in Dwarka dedicated to her and that away from Krishna’s temple too, when she was the queen of Dwarka while Radha is one of the deities in the Dwarkadhish Temple. Whenever I search up Rukmini and Krishna, Radha is always there, whenever I search up murtis of Rukmini and Krishna, Radha and Krishna are the first to show up. How is that fair?

She’s barely mention in those feminist retellings of the great women of Mahabharata/Hinduism or just videos/books that talk about the awesome/underrated/or misunderstood women in Hinduism, even Gandhari gets a mention but not Rukmini. Lakshmi is sometimes excluded too. I didn’t even know about Rukmini until my parents made me watch the B.R. Chopra Mahabharata over quarantine. I absolutely fell in love with with her and it just makes me upset how people don’t recognize her enough.

Rukmini deserves this too, she deserves all the stories, the songs, the bhajans, the shows, the movies and for her name to taken before Krishna. She deserves so much better and so much more.

Vishnu’s avatar’s subjects have a habit of mistreating his wife. I’ll forever be mad at Ayodhya for questioning Sita and than being all sad after she left them. Those fake bitches had it coming. I’ll forever be mad at society for not recognizing Rukmini enough for her her kindness, and generosity.

Kashibai was right, the lover will always be more remembered than the wife. (RadheKrisha, BaijraoMastani)

And this is not to say that I do not like Radha or anything like. This is just me expressing my feelings about the worlds treatment about how she and her love is treated they the society. I know that probably they didn’t care about being remembered or anything material like that, that she was just happy being with Krishna. But doesn’t mean she doesn’t deserve it, in fact that is more a of a reason she should be remembered

[stormkobra-5]

Escapade in Egypt: Part 1

Panic at the Pyramids

A Batons and Unicorns Drabble

Summary: When Steven is willing to battle his fear of flying in order to take little Amonet to Egypt, you immediately agree with him... Although it looks like the two of you have underestimated how much trouble a toddler can get into at the Great Pyramids.

Fluff, parental panic, Khonshu having grandparental panic, but don’t worry, everything’s fine

A/N: I’d seriously like to thank @khaotic-kris for giving me the idea of Amonet’s crib and mobile. My dude you rock. Also, I have never been to Egypt, although I do hope to go to college there, so... I know nothing!

Notes: The stuff that happens henceforth in these drabbles sounds unbelievable. But kids will do some stuff, guys, and if you’ve ever helped to raise one (or more) than you know exactly what I’m talking about.

Warnings: This story is rated 14+ for strong language.

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All Steven hears from where he sits taking notes from an Egyptology book is a loud, dull, thud from upstairs, followed by a crash and your loud, “Son of a bitch! Khonshu! I’m gonna strangle your emaciated zombie-bird ass!”

Steven knows you’re not too badly hurt, else he would have come running, but he can’t help but smirk a little to himself as he pretends to keep reading, retracing over the notes he’d just taken.

Before Amonet had been born, you guys had traveled from store to store looking for the right crib for your baby. Little did either of you expect Khonshu to pick it, when you had come upon a crescent-moon-shaped wooden crib. The god immediately showed his doting-grandfather side when you expressed your doubts, then going, THE CHILD MUST HAVE THIS CRIB! SHE IS THE DAUGHTER OF THE MOON GOD’S AVATAR! SHE WILL HAVE IT!

The good thing was, you kinda liked it, too, and Steven had just set eyes on an adorable star mobile that would go together perfectly with it, so that moon-shaped crib was bought.

Unfortunately, you both keep cracking your heads on it.

The frequency with which you do has lessened, since you both are getting used to it, but sometimes you’ll get so engrossed in baby Amonet that you forget there’s an overhang. Sounds like you knocked off the mobile, too.

Steven’s smirk turns into an amused smile as he realizes that while he himself has rarely caught him, you can never see Khonshu sometimes hovering over Amonet, cooing at her and shaking an Egyptian rattle over her, or even softly chanting Ancient Egyptian lullabies. For all intents and purposes, Amonet might as well be a newborn princess to a pharaoh, even though she’s never been to Egypt.

Steven’s eyes trail down to the picture of the hieroglyphs in the book. He’s alone in his mind right now-- Marc and Jake are both asleep, he can feel it, and Khonshu hasn’t yet made any appearances for the day. This gives him a rare moment of quietness to think, without any interjections. And he’s thinking, alright.

He drums the end of the marker into the tablet, notes forgotten. Amonet’s never been to Egypt. She’s never seen the pyramids. She’s never seen the tombs, or the ruins of temples, to Cairo. And yet her “grandfather” is the Egyptian god of the moon. Her father is his avatar. Gods, why hadn’t he thought of taking her there before?

But a trip to Egypt would be expensive. He’d have to pull on some of Jake’s money, which would be worth it. But a boat? The idea of being on a can surrounded by ocean for days is worse than being on an airborne can for a handful of hours. He’s so deep in thought that he doesn’t notice that you’ve come down the stairs with Amonet, that you’ve been saying his name and are coming up to him, concerned-- he doesn’t notice until you give his shoulder a nudge, making him jump.

“Geez, Steven, I’m sorry. You okay?“

Steven smiles-- the sight of the two people he loves most in the world always fills him with a sense of overwhelming joy. “Quite alright, love.” He eagerly takes Amonet from you and sets her on his lap. “Good morning, scarab. You slept late today-- no, no, don’t do that. Don’t chew on the pyramid.” Immediately, she’d grabbed the paperweight and had begun to gnaw on it, so he carefully pried it from her hands and gave her the Taweret plushie you handed him before plopping down in an opposite chair.

“What’re you thinkin’ ‘bout, Steven?”

He bounces her on his leg a bit. “...I want to take her to Egypt.”

Your entire head snaps up off your arms as you stare at him with childlike innocence. You’ve never been to Egypt. Or maybe you have, and haven’t been back in a long time. Or whatever. Like I’ve said before, I don’t know you. Anyway you stare at him like he asked you to marry him.

Which.

Honestly?

He’s been thinking about.

He loves you. He loves you more than anything in the world (except for Amonet). You have a daughter together that he cherishes more than life itself. Yes, he wants to marry you. And with how deeply tied-in to the Egyptian pantheon your little family here is, he wants to ask you with a ring made in Cairo. He’s been looking for a ring for awhile now, but he can’t find one for you. Maybe Cairo is the best place, like Khonshu’s been hounding him about.

You nudge him again, and he realizes that he hasn’t been listening to you. “Sorry, birdie. What’d you say, love?”

You reach over to ruffle his curls, which makes him smile fondly. “I said, are you serious? Like you really wanna go? We’ll have to use Jake’s money.”

“I don’t mind,” Jake said groggily, making Steven jump.

“O-oh, um... He says he doesn’t mind...”

“What about flying?” You asked, because you know that even with Marc or Jake fronting, Steven is terrified of flying. He’s scared of putting Amonet on a plane. He can’t sleep through a flight, either, because there’s no sedatives strong enough to put out all three alters, especially when last time it was tried he summoned the suit on instinct, snatched up Amonet, grabbed your wrist, and took you both to the car, where he decided you were gonna drive.

To L.A.

Steven took a deep breath. “...I can do it. Amonet deserves to see Egypt. She doesn’t need to be held back by my fears. If I can handle Harrow, I can handle...” He swallows hard, picturing the plane ricketing along the runway before exploding in midair. “A-a plane...”

Slowly, you beam. “...Alright then. I’ll start packing.” You lean forward to give him a kiss, then stand up. “If you wanna change your mind at any point, we can, okay?”

He nodded in understanding as you excitedly raced to the stairs, and when you looked back, Steven was showing Amonet the book he’d been reading. “Look, little scarab; you wanna see the pyramids for real? Each block weighs two and a half tons. That’s real heavy, innit?” When she carelessly smacks the page, he smiles with adoration, then moves on to start showing her hieroglyphs.

Your smile widens and your heart swells with love at the sight of your little family.

~***~

Marc sighed as the two of you approached the airport doors. “It was nice of him, really, for Stark to let us use his private jet. But why the hell do we have to navigate through the damn airport to get to it? Isn’t he rich enough to have his own?”

Maybe... he wanted it to have airplane friends? You suggest in ASL with one hand; in your other, you carry Amonet’s car-seat. Marc shakes his head at your antics. On one shoulder, he has your bag and his, which also contains Steven’s and Jake’s things, and on the other, he has Amonet’s bag. He uses one hand to hold your elbow, ensuring he has a hold of you and a protective eye on your daughter, and his other is occupied with the big roller suitcase you felt the need to pack.

Then again, he’s never traveled with his alter’s partner and their daughter, either. It’s always just been him, with hardly even one bag. He sighs again at the sight of the massive, congested crowd, tightening his grip on your arm.

Jake’s reflection in a passing surface held up a hand in suggestion. “Maybe if we set off a rapid-fire machine gun, it’d scare them all away.”

“We are not doing that, Jake,” Marc huffs.

Jake shrugs. “Just a suggestion.”

“It’s a horrible suggestion.”

You roll your eyes playfully, knowing Jake well enough to know that he’s probably offering a solution that involves unnecessary violence. How’s Steven?

“Well...” Marc glances toward a nearby window as you enter the airport, seeing Steven reflected back at him-- eyes wide, pale, looking like he’s ready to hurl. “You don’t have to do this, Steven. We could always--”

“I’m doing this,” Steven replies, as sternly as he can, “I’m not letting Y/N and Amonet go by themselves. Who would protect them? They need us. And... I want to be there when Amonet sees the pyramids. I want to show her the tombs.”

Marc nods, reluctantly. He can feel Steven’s tension, and it’s making him feel sick to his stomach. But he can also feel his determination to succeed. “We’re right here for you, Steven.”

You’ve reached the ticket booth, and of course you stand back; Marc takes care of everything, making you feel safe and secure. You’re led by a security escort to the tarmac, where Stark’s private jet sits ready-and-waiting. Marc still has a hold of your arm even though you’re far away from any crowds, and he keeps checking on Amonet. “Wish we could’ve taken Empress...”

Don’t worry, Marc, you say, and he wonders where the hell you get your confidence from. She’s got her grumpy grandpa, her parents, and her uncles to protect her.

“It’s not enough,” Marc insists as he gestures for you to go up the stairs first. He scans the tarmac, looking for any threats from his vantage point at the landing behind you. You don’t hear him mutter, “It’s never enough...”

Once you’re finally on the plane and have gotten into your seats, there’s a several-minute delay before the engines start. You jump, startled, when as soon as the plane starts to move, Marc slams his hands down onto the table between you despite having a seat belt. You raise your eyebrows at him. “Steven?”

“Nope,” He grounds out through gritted teeth-- he’s pale, and sweating, and his hands are shaking when he brings them up to his face. “Fuck, Steven... Calm down.”

“Real bloody easy for you to say!” Steven snaps, and it sounds like he’s fighting back a gag. “Oh, bollocks...”

All three alters, however, are now victim to the roiling stomach. Marc freezes up, trying to fight it-- and then he launches himself out of his seat and for the bathroom. You look after him, concerned, because he stays in there until the plane is airborne. He staggers out, and if there’s such a thing as airsickness, you’re sure he has it.

“Guys... you uh...” You turn, digging around in your bag as Marc sits across from you. He frowns when you offer him a couple of pills, but when he sees you sweetly smiling at him, he softens a bit. “It’s not sedatives, I promise. It’s just to settle your stomach.”

His hands tremble when he takes them from you, so badly that he can hardly put them in his mouth. He swallows them dry, because the thought of liquid makes his stomach churn again.

“Damn, Stevie,” Jake mutters from the buckle of a nearby seat belt, “If it’s this bad when you’re not fronting, I can’t imagine how bad it is when you are.”

There’s no response. In fact, Marc can hardly feel Steven’s presence at all. There’s a surge of panic. “Steven.” Nothing. Seeing his panic, you hand him a compact mirror out of your bag, and Marc immediately inspects his reflection. “Steven!”

“I-I’m here...” Comes Steven’s weak response, and Marc breathes a sigh of relief. “S-sorry, I just...” He’d curled up in the recesses of their mind, trying to distance himself from the terror of the flight. Marc can feel him now, but... just barely.

“Respond next time, Steven.” With some difficulty, Marc stands, comes around, and pulls you out of your seat. You don’t protest, although you’re confused, especially when he sits where you’d been. You understand a moment later, when he pulls you onto his lap and keeps an arm around your waist, putting a hand on Amonet as she dozes. “How’s this, guys?”

Steven’s come out a bit more, relaxing a bit with your presence there to comfort him. Even Jake eases up a bit, and Marc can’t deny that he feels immensely better as well. “Better,” Steven says, “A lot better. Just... stay like this for a bit, yeah?”

“Yeah, okay,” Marc says.

You lean your head on his shoulder. “We got you, Steven. Just chill throughout the rest of the flight, okay?” Marc snorts with amusement; you lift your head to give him a mock glare. “What?”

He can’t fight a smile. “Nothing. Just... you.” He presses a kiss to your cheek, which you return. Eventually, with you and Amonet so close, Steven is able to doze with the help of Marc and Jake, and so the nearly eleven-hour flight passes, if painfully slowly.

~***~

When you touch down in Egypt, Steven is fronting as soon as you’ve stepped off the jet. Immediately-- despite the fact that he’s carrying most of your bags-- he reaches over and unbuckles Amonet from her carrier, lifting her up and out and into his arms with a beaming grin. “Aight lil’ scarab; you ready?”

She baby-babbles excitedly, giving him a toothless smile. He kisses her cheek. “Yep, we’re gonna go see the pyramids!” Meanwhile, you’re pulling some of the bags off him, trying to take half the weight. Once you’ve done that, he pulls you in under his arm. There’s no trace of his former fear. His nerd mode has been activated. All the way to the hotel, he’s going on and on about Egyptian mythology and culture from ancient times, eagerly pointing to all the places on the map he’s planned for you to go to. Once actually in the hotel room, he takes Amonet to the window, where you can see the pyramids off in the distance.

Enormous orange-gold goliaths of stone, the great triangles take up the whole expanse of the horizon, set in the gold sands. It’s a beautiful view, and you take a picture from behind, catching both Steven and Amonet in the frame. He turns at the sound of your phone kshing, smiling when he realizes that you’ve taken a picture. “First picture of the trip, birdie?”

“Yep.”

Steven very carefully sets Amonet on the bed, waiting until you’ve got her before stepping away. “I’ll be in the loo for a sec, love. I’ll be right out.” He ducks into the tiny hotel bathroom, and you turn your attention to Amonet, lowering your voice so that Steven can’t hear you.

“Say it, sweetheart: can you say daddy?” You’ve been trying to get her to say it for days. You love Steven with all your heart, and you can only imagine how happy he’d be if Amonet’s first word was daddy, but, honestly? The two of you have been trying to get her to say something for weeks now, but all she does is giggle at your attempts and baby babbles at you.

“Say dad-ee.” You emphasize, but she only stares at you.

Come on, kid. You can do it. Your dad is Moon Knight! Your grandpa is Khonshu! Your mom is Skinchanger! You can do it!

But Steven’s out too soon, and you stop, disappointed. Steven’s so excited he doesn’t even notice your fallen expression, scooping Amonet up and rushing for the door. “C’mon, love! Let’s go see the pyramids!”

It’s a long, hot walk to the tour guide center, which is absolutely packed. And then, you’re walking the path with hundreds of other people, and Steven is absolutely beaming when he sees that Amonet is awestruck by the sheer size of the pyramids. He keeps a tight hold of her with one arm, and with his other hand, he holds your hand, entwining his fingers with yours and occasionally leaning over to kiss your cheek. He’s spouting off facts and lore and stories and you’re listening intently, because you rarely see him this excited.

Then things went downhill.

Literally. 

Amonet dropped her blue Tawaret ball, and it went right under the fence. The thing bounced, all the way down the side of the little cliff and into the ruins below. “Oof,” You said, turning into a caracal cat without a second thought. “Again? Amonet, really girl. Keep a better grip of your ball.”

As a cat, it’s effortless for you to slip under the fence and traverse the side of the ruins and grab her ball. When you turn to climb back up with the ball in your mouth, Steven and Amonet are smiling down at you--

--until Amonet turns into a fucking scarab and buzzes easily out of Steven’s shocked grasp, flying up, up, up toward the top of the pyramid.

For a second, you’re both just standing there in shock. Did that just fucking happen?

Then you both scream (although for you, still a cat, it’s more of a wail), lunging for the tiny glittering blue speck that’s your daughter. Steven can’t jump very high, but Marc fucking kills parkour, so Steven lets him front. He even summons the damn suit so people will get out of his way.

Notoriously, birds have terrible eyesight, and a bug is far too slow, so you turn into a cheetah after a few moments, bounding alongside Moon Knight, eyes on Amonet.

CATCH THAT CHILD! Khonshu roared, but you couldn’t hear him, I SHALL KEEP CLOSE TO HER, BUT I CANNOT CATCH HER MYSELF.

People, at the sight of Moon Knight and a cheetah rushing for the pyramid, screamed and got out of your way in a panic, which is good, because it gives you a direct path.

Moon Knight is fast as he ascends the massive blocks, but you’re faster as a lion, jumping easily from block-to-block. She could get squished. She could get eaten by another bug. She could get eaten by a bird. Oh my god why the fuck did she inherit my powers.

“Of all the powers she could’ve gotten,” Marc growled as he lunged up onto another block, “She had to get yours.”

UP HERE! Khonshu started waving him down, from his place perched near the top of the pyramid. SHE’S A GECKO NOW, AND I’VE CONVINCED HER TO LOOK AT THE VIEW. HURRY, BEFORE SHE BECOMES BORED!

Marc relays the message, and the two of you reach the designated spot that Khonshu kneels over. With his healing armor, Marc isn’t fazed at all by the devastating climb, but you have to lay there, panting heavily. Between you is Amonet as a tiny green gecko.

Steven fronts again, suddenly Mr. Knight. “Alright, little scarab.” Amonet’s tongue flicks out. “You’ve had your fun. Come on, now, back to a human, yeah?” Luckily, she’s only a baby. She can’t hold another form for as long as you can. Her minutes of chaos have made her tired, so she does as her father asks and returns to human form. You shift so that you’re laying in front of her, keeping her from rolling off. Steven pets your head, settling beside you. “You gave us quite a scare, sweetheart.”

She reaches for him, and he goes to pick her up...

“Daddy!” Ok, so maybe it’s not exactly “daddy.”

But it’s really fucking close.

Your head shoots up off your paws, ears pricked. Steven has frozen, glowing eyes wide. “W...”

“Daddy,” Amonet repeats, reaching for him impatiently.

You and Steven are still stunned, and then Steven tears off his mask and unleashes a loud cheer, pulling Amonet up into a hug. There are tears in his eyes, and you turn back into a human so that he can pull you into a hug. “She said it! She said it, Y/N! She said her first word on the Great Pyramid of Giza!”

“I know! I know! Say it again! Say it again!”

Amonet was actually belly-laughing at the reactions of her parents. At your prompting, she does say it again, and when you two cheer and shower her with kisses and praise, she belly-laughs harder.

OF COURSE SHE SAID HER FIRST WORDS HERE, Khonshu said, like you’re both idiots for being so surprised and excited, IT IS A PLACE OF GREAT IMPORTANCE, THEREFORE A FITTING PLACE FOR SUCH A MILESTONE, ESPECIALLY FOR THE GRANDCHILD OF KHONSHU.

The three of you stayed up there for awhile, laughing and hugging, even staying to watch the Egyptian sunset. Watching over you was Khonshu, who wouldn’t admit it, but he was proud.

~***~

The next day, you’re surprised when Steven wakes you up at the crack of dawn. Amonet is still asleep, and he’s fully dressed. You lift your head, groggy; there’s a certain kind of light in Steven’s eyes, one you’ve never seen before. You reaches forward, caressing your cheek and resting his hand on your neck. “I’m gonna set out a little early today, birdie. I’ve got some things I wanna look at...”

“What kinda things?” Even for Steven, this is unusual behavior. And you’re still half-asleep, so...

“It’s a surprise,” He answers softly. He leans forward to kiss you tenderly. “I’ll be back before noon, love. I promise.”

With Steven leaving, you sit up, determined not to leave Amonet unguarded. He quietly snuck out, down to the streets of Cairo, which was just waking up. He felt the presence of Marc, keeping alert, and Jake might as well have been rubbing his hands together eagerly. “Aight, Stevie-- no budget! Pick whatever you want!”

“I’ve got a pretty good idea,” Steven answered him, “The problem is finding it...”

“We’ve got your back, Steven; we know what you’re looking for.” Marc promised, and Steven caught a glimpse of him smiling in a nearby window. “Now go find our girl’s engagement ring.”

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[autisticundertale]

Krusie concepts

Welcome to our krusie concepts and headcanons, we’re gonna make these posts for all our DR and UT ships. All of these concepts are events we imagine happening after Kris and Susie’s lives calm down and they don’t have to seal Dark Fountains everyday.

Without further ado, let the Krusie be released...

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1: Kris enjoys climbing on Susie/being carried by her. Eventually, it turns into habit for Susie to just grab Kris everytime she sees them and either carry them like shes holding a toddler, or put them on her back. (we actually made a drawing based on this headcanon sometime back.)

2: Kris loves being called “freak” by Susie. It gives them gender euphoria. Susie was going to stop calling them that, but deided against it once she noticed how happy they got.

3. Susie and Kris spend a majority of their dates just hanging out by the lake, eating food together, probably mainly junk food, pie, and cake.

4. Susie sneaks into Kris’s room to sleep next to them. Eventually, Toriel catches on, but realizes its not for any sexual reasons, and its literally just...cuddling sessions. She thinks its cute and lets them be, but does tease Susie and lectures her, saying she could just come in through the front door, and that she would give her the spare keys.

5. Susie and Kris watch a lot of true crime together and snack out during them. Susie pretends not to be disturbed, but...sometimes the crimes are a bit too much. Kris knows shes faking it, and gives her extra cuddles and extra snacks whenever shes internally freaking out.

6. Kris and Susie both work-out together and have a joint exercise routine.

7. Susie and Kris both enter two-person-team contests together because they are competitive as hell and want to prove to everyone else theyre competing against that they are the best duo there.

8. Kris and Susie have competitions of who can eat the strangest thing. It probably will eventually end up with some hospital time...

9. Kris tells Susie false things just to see her reaction. For example, theyll say “this anime is based off of real events” about a completely nonsensical anime, and see if she believes them. Sometimes she falls for their lies, and they laugh and tease her about needing to pay more attention in school.

10. Kris gives Susie candy bracelets and necklaces for holidays (valentines, christmas, etc.) Theyll probably end up proposing with a ringpop.

11. Kris and Susie play the “whats in the box” game (where you reach into a box and try to tell whats inside by touching it.) Sometimes they do it in the dark world, since theres even more random stuff they can make the other touch.

12. Kris and Susie flush bathbombs in the toilet together. Toriel has caught them multiple times. It doesnt go well.

13. Kris and Susie have lego-building competitions. 

14. Kris and Susie both roleplay stupid situations, even buying clothes and items to match the roleplay. The first person to laugh or break character loses and has to make pie/cake for other for the next week.

15. Speaking of trying not to laugh, Kris and Susie watch those videos online together. And always fail. Theyre both idiots and niether ever survives the full video.

[angel-starfait-movedtonewblog]

Clothing and Hair Headcannons for Kris

- Kris has really thick hair, and it's also very long, which makes it a pain in the ass to maintain. It needs to be brushed almost twice a day but other than that they don't even bother to tie it up, so while brushed, it's still all over the place cause there's just so much hair. It gets in their face and eyes a lot too, but they don't mind since they would rather not draw attention to themselves and be left alone.

Plus it gets so greasy after like two days of not washing, so let's just say Kris has thought about just dumping all of Toriel's pet shampoo in the bathroom on their hair at some point, just so they don't have to deal with for a while.

- they got their ears pierced when they were still a toddler, and haven't had any other piercings since. They don't remember the pain from it cause they were too young, but are still not keen on doing it again.

Kris, while having these holes in their flesh, still always forgets to puts studs in, and eventually grew too lazy to do so. But if they have to, they just wear simple black studs, cause they're not sure what metals they're even allergic to.

- comfort is the number one choice when it comes to clothes for Kris, and anything that isn't scratchy, itchy, or rough, since they hate those kinds of textures. However they don't always have the nicest looking comfy clothing, so second choice would be the easiest clothes to wear.

Hoodies (whether their own or from Asriel), jackets over t shirts, sweatpants, and old beat up sneakers (in which they always forget to tie the laces). As long as its comfy and doesn't draw to much attention to themselves, and also because they dont feel like they have any set style in mind.

They often don't feel like changing clothes too frequently and are unwilling to branch out to other nice clothes they have, so they will wear the same clothes multiple days in a row, usually cause of laziness and cause they're the most comfortable. So a lot of their normal clothing is a bit ratty, worn, faded or is pilling.

If they had the chance to get nicer clothes, they would love to wear some long, comfy skirts, fuzzy boots, and cozy comfy sweaters. Maybe something a little outside their current green and brown colours, something with more blue or white. Kris just wants to be comfy.

That being said, Kris often gets too attached to certain clothing, and again, wears them so often that Toriel has to sew up all the holes in them every two weeks. So if Kris gets a new piece of clothing that they really like, be prepared to see them wearing it for the next two weeks.

And that's why Kris tends to look like a rat most of the time, and why they find their dark world form to be quite an upgrade without them even trying.

(I will do some for Frisk and Chara if I'm able to think of some!!)

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Misconceptions, Miscommunication, and Misinformation Pt62

Inspired by @ozmav Maribat AU

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“So your plan is to gather information while attacking? That seems rather desperate.” Damian wasn’t actually trying to be insulting, but he saw Chloe bristling at his words. Marinette just gave a tired sigh.

“We are desperate in a way. We can’t wait for Gabriel to make another move and hope we can counter it. Taking the fight to him is the best option especially since we can gather information this way. I haven’t used Viperion in a fight, or any other holders for that matter, in over six months so it’s unlikely he’ll be expecting it.” Damian just gave a non committal hum. It was brash and foolish, but she knew the magic far better than he did and she was right about not waiting. Before he could answer, they all froze at the sound of keys in the door.

Damian motioned the others into the bedroom. They went, though Marinette was obviously reluctant to leave him alone. He rolled his eyes at her in response. If it was Gabriel chances were slim to none he’d be using keys. Any other threats he was perfectly capable of handling. He turned off the lights and waited for the door to open. As soon as there was enough light from the hallway to make out the intruder he attacked. The startled yelp as he tackled the person to the ground was familiar and it was tempting to break the arm he was holding behind their back.

“Seriously Damian? When did we revert to you trying to kill me again?” Damian put a little more pressure on the arm.

“Why are you here Drake? And why wasn’t I informed you were coming?” He was so tired of his family steamrolling over him and keeping secrets when he needed to know. There was also the issue of Luka and he absolutely didn’t need his family screwing that up too. “Ladybug hasn’t lifted her ban on Justice League members coming to Paris either which means you’re due for a trip to Siberia.”

“Wait, Bruce didn’t call you? He said he called you.” Drake sounded annoyed and Damian could hear real surprise in his voice. At least he wasn’t the only one left in the dark. “You’re a minor Damian. You can just stay in Paris alone without it raising questions. I was sent to be your guardian and offer on site tech help.”

“I don’t need a babysitter and that doesn’t change the fact that none of this was approved by Ladybug. This is her city and you aren’t welcome in it.” Damian knew he’d almost slipped and said ‘our city’ which made him pause to think about it. Even though he was relegated to the sidelines for the most part he still felt more involved here than he did in Gotham, the question was why?

In the end the answer was simple. His family treated him like a child. They constantly kept him in the dark even when he needed the information, just like sending Drake here with no warning. He and Marinette had their differences but she only kept secrets when absolutely necessary and it was never information that could get him killed. Maybe it was just because they were the same age, but she actually treated him like an equal member of the team rather than a tag a long she didn’t have time to deal with.

“She doesn’t have to know I’m here. We all know you were the one telling her when league members showed up in Paris, so this time you just don’t tell her.” Damian just glared down at the other boy. He hadn’t told them he and Marinette knew each other’s identities so it wasn’t really surprising they thought it would be that easy.

“Oh yes that’s great. Let's give her a reason to kick us both out of Paris. Not to mention her reason for not wanting you here is still in play and very valid. As much as I’d like an excuse to give you the beating you deserve I’m not going to go against Ladybug’s orders to do it. She has enough to deal with and I’m not about to break her trust because you all decided rules don’t apply to you.” Damian was mentally cursing himself as well. He really should have seen this coming.

“You really do have a crush on this girl don’t you?” Drake sounded amused. Damian ‘slipped’ and elbowed him in the head. As annoying as that assumption was it was better than any of his siblings finding out the truth. The last thing he needed was their idiotic input, especially when he was still figuring everything out himself.

“I have a work relationship with her built on trust and respect which I know must be a hard concept for you to grasp.”  He finally let go and got off the other boy to go turn the light back on. He watched with a satisfied smirk and Drake massaged his shoulder. He pulled out his phone to text Marinette, hoping hers was on silent or she and the others had left through the window. He forced himself not to sigh in relief when he didn’t hear anything. The text he got back was short and to the point.

“Can he be trusted?” That was it but he knew the answer was anything but simple. Could he be trusted to help? Yes. Could he be trusted not to report everything to his father? Absolutely not.

“There will be conditions if you stay. If you don’t agree to them, I know of a family that would likely be willing to host me for the rest of my stay so don’t think telling me I need a guardian is going to get you out of them.” Damian felt his temper flare as Drake rolled his eyes and had to take a deep breath. He wasn’t about to let this idiot get him Akumatized.

“Calm down baby bird. What do you want privacy so you can be with your girlfriend?” It was moments like these Damian was sorely tempted to start killing again, just so that his family would take him seriously even if it was as a threat. He glanced down at his phone before speaking.

“First and foremost, no information is to be relayed to anyone without Ladybug’s approval. That means you aren’t allowed to tell anyone what’s going on or what we’re doing. And anyone includes father and the rest.” Tim actually scoffed at him.

“You know I can’t agree to that.” Tim sounded like he was lecturing a toddler and Damian narrowed his eyes at him.

“Then you will be required to leave. By force if necessary.”

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@rebellmade sent “ "I think we should have another." (from Clarke to John because WHY NOT GIVE THEM KIDS LMAO. via rebellmade) “

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John looked over to the other side of the living room; he’d been keeping an eye on Kristina -- the toddler had just started practicing walking longer distances without holding onto edges -- as she was getting herself into a lot of trouble lately. She wasn’t necessarily a mischievous child but Kris definitely was inquisitive and it ended up getting her either hurt or in trouble a lot of the time. He smiled at the thought, she was definitely their child.. no matter how much they tried to do good, sometimes both Clarke and John got into more trouble than either of them cared to admit. He shifted on the couch, setting the remote down and bracing his elbows on his knees as he observed the small human -- it never ceased to amaze him: how much he could love something so small.. how innate the urge to protect and cherish her was. For years, he’d feared becoming a parent, convinced he would be a cheap imitation of his own father or .. worse, a perfect replica of his mother. Thankfully, he’d healed enough from those memories.. from the pain and neglect that had skewed his way of thinking from an early age. Now, he was emotionally stable enough to separate himself from them and was even able to properly care for others. He was sure he owed a lot of that to Clarke. 

The female hadn’t given up on him even when he was certain he was about to give up on himself; in turn, John had been there for her when she needed it and had thanked her every step of the way to his recovery from emotional scars. Now, they shared the work around the house as well as with Kris (but John did choose to do more with Kris as a way to thank Clarke for bearing his child.. he never wanted Clarke to feel like he was taking her for granted). They were everything to him. He had his own slice of paradise here on earth and he would be certain to tell them how much he adored them and valued them every day. Kris slowly waddled her way toward him and John’s face broke into a wide smile, his eyes shining with affection as he offered his hands to her. The brunette’s small, chubby fingers clasping around John’s index finger as she pulled herself closer to him. He laughed, unable to help himself as he scooped her up and placed a few kisses on her cheeks. The cries of ‘dadaa..’ followed by adorable giggles started up soon after that and John laughed some more as he began kissing Kris’ stomach, eliciting more laughter from the child. 

He didn’t stop his tickling and kissing until Clarke spoke up, the words enough to make him stop his motions. John gently sat Kris on his lap and began bouncing her as blue eyes flicked over to the female sitting on the other end of the couch. “Miss changing diapers that much, huh?” he teased, his eyes shining with amusement as well as affection -- yeah, maybe the thought of having another had crossed his mind as well. John brought a hand up to smooth Kris’ hair back down then looked back to Clarke, “--let me know when you want to get started trying.” a small grin on his face before he turned his attention back to the now restless toddler on his lap. 

[crazedlunatic]

“Are you Cody?”

Mainly just because I like the Cody and Kurt dynamic and exploring different ways they could have met. No matter what idea I have... Kurt’s always apprehensive but it always ends the same.

“Are you Cody?”

A young guy that was laying pamphlets on a table in the waiting room looked up, confused. “No.”

“Oh.” Kurt said, feeling a twinge of disappointment.

Was Kurt supposed to be here?

Yes, because he and Blaine were meeting with Nick’s therapist today without him. Something they did once every couple of months—to touch base with the therapist about how he seemed to be doing to ‘the outside world.’

Should Kurt have been trying to actively seek out the person he knew Nick was getting ‘close’ to? Absolutely not but it was kind of hard not to.

After all, Nick had started talking to this Cody and the more time that passed, the more of the older Nick they got back.

Not that Kurt wasn’t helping Nick by any means. He knew that— after all, he was Nick’s ‘recovery partner.’ He’d gone to the outpatient treatment center, he’d stayed up with Nick on the nights he was sick when complications came up—because they still id, although not as often as they did when he’d first come home from LA.

Still, though.

Someone else was making a difference—a huge difference— in Nick’s treatment and life. It was only natural to want to know what he looked like, to hear his voice, to talk to him.

“He usually comes in around now, though… Wait, where’s your kid?”

“My kid?” Kurt looked confused.

“Well, I mean… he usually only helps with the difficult kids.” The guy shrugged. “He doesn’t do appointments, you know?”

“I…” Kurt trailed off when a younger guy with blond hair walked into the waiting room. He held the door open for someone behind him, who happened to be Blaine.

“That’s him.” The guy said before excusing himself.

“Oh my God. You’re on time. Are we in a parallel universe?” The receptionist gasped loudly enough for them to hear.

“Nope.” The blond guy said as he went through a door— he definitely had a southern accent. “It’s called spring break.”

“That’s him. That’s Cody.” Kurt whispered when Blaine sat next to him.

“Huh?” Blaine looked confused.

“The boy that held open the door for you. It’s Nick’s Cody. The intern told me.”

“Kurt, did you ask?” Blaine’s eyes widened.

“I just… want to talk to him.” Kurt bit his lip.

“You know, most kids party and get drunk on spring break?”

Spring Break.

Meaning he was a student.

Kurt instantly felt a bit better.

I mean, sure, Nick had told them he wasn’t a doctor or anything and just worked there.

And Kurt trusted Nick but he was also still grappling with the fact that Nick had ended up in this position in the first place and he was on hyper alert when it came to his oldest child.

“Most kids don’t work at a office with a girl who raises hell if anyone else tries to take her back.” They heard Cody respond.

As if one cue, the door opened and a child began shrieking.

“I DON’T WANT TO GO! YOU CAN’T MAKE ME GO!”

Within two seconds the young blond guy had pretty much jumped the counter and was at the girl. She instantly quit screaming and reached for him.

“You know this isn’t how this is supposed to work.” They heard Cody telling her as he carried her through the door, the girls’ parents following them.

“I know!” The girl chirped. “But you’re my favorite.”

The receptionist who was still behind the desk made a weird face and mouthed something to someone that was next to her.

Kurt looked at Blaine.

“Kurt, you can’t say anything to him. I mean, look, now we know it’s true. They really did meet her and he really does work here. We can trust Nick.” Blaine whispered.

“It’s not that I don’t trust Nick…. It’s that I don’t…”

“Trust Nick.” Blaine finished. “Do you want to know what I think?”

“You’ll tell me either way.” Kurt sighed a bit.

“I think that we’re over the halfway mark, things are mostly going up from here, and I think you’re having a hard time with that. The doctor said it’s good for him to branch out. He’s talking to Zach again, he’s been spending time with the baby, he’s playing with Kris again, bickering with Soph… and I know he’s not talking to a lot of his older friends but that’s okay. He’ll get there but the fact that he’s made a new friend after all of this mess is really good. I think at least. I don’t know.” Blaine sighed.

“Every time he goes to meet with Ryan, I’m afraid they’ll get in another fight.”

“That fight needed to happen no matter how upset Nick got. He needed to hear it and none of the rest of us were going to say it. They’re best friends, okay? Ryan is as close to him as Zach is. It’s not like someone else from Riverdale…” Blaine said. “And I think the most important thing from that was that they’re friends again now. Ryan told him what was what and Nick listened. Before he would have locked himself in his room for days and we would have  been worried he wasn’t eating like he should or that he’d been throwing up when we weren’t upstairs too.”

Kurt nodded.

“We’re getting closer to the end of this and Nick’s smart. Honestly he’s probably smarter than either of us and we both know it. I’m not saying we need to let go. I’m saying we need to take a couple more steps back and let Nick… try to get closer to where he was.” Blaine finished.

“I know. It’s hard.”

“Yeah and that’s why we’re meeting with her once a month.” Blaine nodded. “So we can all three talk it out and see what she thinks and what advice she has. We’ll talk to her… and we’ll bring up Cody.”

“What if we get him in trouble?” Kurt asked.

“I mean, he’s an intern. I don’t think he could get into trouble unless he was actually practicing… if he even could then. It’d depend on their policy, I guess.” Blaine looked thoughtful. “We could bring up a hypothetical and…”

“Yeah.” Kurt nodded. “Okay, let’s do that.”

…

“How has it been going since last month when we talked?” Nick’s therapist/counselor, Dr. Hughes, smiled at them.

“He, uhm… he seems really good for the most part. I think he’s had two slip ups but he’s really good about telling us and then we’ll go and get something to eat together and try to talk it out.” Kurt said.

“He has been getting very upset over menus now, though… the calories. I know he’s not supposed to even pay attention to them but I think it’s hard for him.” Blaine added.

“We’ve definitely talked about that. He’s been looking up menus online lately because not as many sites list the calories next to the prices.” She nodded and smiled. “What else?”

“He’s doing a lot better with opening up when he’s stressed out about stuff that isn’t really food or weight related.” Blaine looked thoughtful.

“And he’s been a lot better with Zach… I mean, he’s been quieter with Sophie than before but for some reason it’s harder with Zach.” Kurt said, looking stressed out. “But they’ve talked a few times and it seems like it’s doing good.”

“I know they’re twins and I think that’s where the tension is coming from. We’ve actually talked about that a lot.” Dr. Hughes nodded. “I think he feels worse because when everything was going on he avoided most of you but he regularly talked to Zach… he just lied about how things were going. Zach is actually going to come up in a few days and we’re all three going to talk together.”

Blaine’s eyes widened.

“He’s trying hard. He knows he’s hurt everyone but some twins can feel this expectation they should be in the same place and comparing their lives to each other… He’s very close to Zach so that’s why he kept in touch with him… but he also didn’t want Zach to know he was struggling once things started going south… He feels like he let Zach down, lying to him and especially missing his nieces birth. It sounds like Zach is very understanding, though, and I’m very confident that their relationship will keep getting better.”

Kurt let out a sigh of relief.

“What about the grandparents? Both sets are in New York, right?”

“My parents are kind of back and forth because my great grandparents are in Ohio. I think he talks to them once a week, though. My dad pretty much calls until Nick answers honestly… because he knows Nick.” Kurt nodded.

“And mine are down the street. He’s always run down there when he’s stressed or angry, even when he was a toddler. Once he got back from the treatment center he went back to that.” Blaine nodded. “Well, I think it took a couple of weeks… Bob had to seek him out a couple of times and then he just kind of… started doing it again.”

Dr. Hughes nodded.

“Any other concerns?”

Blaine glanced at Kurt who opened his mouth and closed it.

“How healthy is it to… make ‘friends’ early in recovery?”

“Specifically our intern Cody Parker?” She asked.

“Kurt’s pretty worried.” Blaine said. “I mean, I’m nervous but Kurt is… worried.”

“I’m worried because it seems like he met Cody before he started doing better.”

“That’s not necessarily true.” Dr. Hughes said. “From what I saw, Nick was doing better for about a month before they met… and when they met, I do not believe Cody knew Nick was a patient and I know that Nick did not know Cody worked here. Cody tripped and spilled an icee on Nick outside the building. Nick came on a day that Cody actually never works but he was covering for another intern.”

Kurt nodded.

“Of course two weeks later Nick switched up his schedule to see Cody more.” Dr. Hughes laughed.

“Is that healthy?” Kurt asked.

“They aren’t in a relationship.” Dr. Hughes responded.

Kurt let out a relieved sigh.

“They are very close, though. They also don’t have very much in common at all and I think that makes it easier to talk to Cody. Cody also has taken classes on dealing with… sensitive issues because he’s in school to be a children’s art therapist… which means he’s more equipped than most when it comes to depression and anxiety. They like spending time together but when Nick’s having a really bad day, they’ll get lunch and by the time they part, Nick is usually doing three times better than before he and Cody went to get lunch.” Dr. Hughes said.

“Is he gay? He is, isn’t he?”

“I think it’s pretty obvious what’s going on here. They really care about each other and Cody and I have had more than one serious talk about how this could negatively effect Nick… and ideally, we would discourage an intern from seeing a patient. However, Cody never sees patients. We have some kids that feel more comfortable with him in the room.” The doctor said.

“But he is.”

“Yes and in the event that Cody chooses to stay with us once he finished graduate school—which he hope he does— then Cody will not be allowed here when Nick is present should he still need counseling. Cody does not look at Nick’s files. If anything, he checks him in and out for his appointments but that’s it. Their contact inside this office is bare minimum. As far as I see it, there is no conflict of interest unless Cody is seeing Nick as his patient or listening in on his sessions. That does not mean, however, that Cody and I have not talked about this… he really cares about your son and he’s a great kid. He was supposed to be here for six months and we haven’t let him leave yet and we don’t plan to. He’s got a big heart and he cares about people.”

Kurt nodded, swallowing.

“I have spoken to both of them together outside of work. I’ve encouraged if they become a couple, they wait until Nick has been out of his out-patient treatment center for a year. It is my understanding that they will probably become a couple in two months when that year has passed.”

Kurt took in a deep breath and slowly let it out.

“Nick’s doing a lot better. He’s talking about wanting to go back to school part time next year or at least looking into it. He’s talking with his best friend again regularly… I think we still need to keep an eye on him because he’s very emotional. I think he still needs to stay off social media and he needs to keep on actively avoiding anything soccer related. Did you all go with him to his last big checkup?”

“No.” Blaine shook his head. “His godfather is his doctor.”

“Ask him about it. Nick, not his godfather.” She said.

“Is he okay?”

“I think he’ll be fine but you should ask him about it. I know he’s doing better but try to not put him in the position to keep stuff from you. He won’t lie but there’s a lot of stuff I’ve found out by asking questions that he wouldn’t have told me otherwise.”

“Oh God.” Kurt took in another deep breath.

“He’s a perfectionist. He wants to keep stuff in and private and, as I’ve told him several times, he doesn’t have that luxury right now. If you know he’s had an appointment, ask about it. Don’t ask to go with him, though. He’ll tell you the truth… you might just need to prod a little bit.”

Blaine nodded.

“Any other concerns?” she asked.

“Is he going to go back to how he was?” Blaine asked. “I mean, that might be a stupid question…”

“It’s not a stupid question.” Dr. Hughes shook her head. “Listen, he’s not going to go back to where he was. When he left, he was eighteen but still a kid… and he’s still a kid now but his whole world was pulled out from underneath him. His dream was to go to UCLA, play soccer, and go professional. He was one of the most popular people in school, had all of these friends, was a straight A student and he barely had to try to get those grades. He went to pursue his dream and got into a mentally abusive relationship, he was so stressed out that he could barely eat, when he could it got to the point that he’d throw it up, his grades started to fall, and eventually we… got here. Him in the hospital nearly suffering a heart attack with signs of multi organ failure. The truth is he’s never going to be his eighteen year old self again. But he’s building himself back up. He’ll still be kind, smart, funny, and loving. I think in a few years he’ll be athletic again too because he really misses that part of his life but his body isn’t strong enough yet. He’s lost a lot but he’s gained a lot back. He has one of the best support systems I’ve seen one of my patients have and I know he’s going to get through this. He may stumble a few times but Nick’s strong and he’s working his butt off to get himself to where he needs to be.”

“What else should we be doing?”

“Keep asking questions even if he seems so much better than before. It holds him accountable. He won’t lie and if he needs help, talking it out with someone makes it easier for him.” She suggested. “Usually he’ll do 80% of the talking in our appointments… especially if he’s in a mood. If you can tell he’s struggling, don’t just leave him be. Try to figure out what’s going on. I know he likes to be independent but sometimes that’s the opposite of what he needs. Anything else?”

“You think he’s doing good?”

“Yes. He’s further along that I thought he would be the first time I met him. He’s made leaps and bounds… he’s still got a while to go, but he’s getting there.” She nodded. “I think you two and your family are doing just what he needs. He feels supported and it makes all of the difference in the world.”

Blaine nodded and took a deep breath.

“I don’t think I have any questions.” Kurt said, his voice soft. “But thank you so much for all you’ve done for him. We really appreciate it.”

“Oh, he’s a great kid. I love getting to know him.” She smiled and shook her head. “He’s hilarious… sometimes even when he’s not trying to be. No thank you is necessary. I’m just glad he’s making such good progress.”

Kurt smiled—a genuine one. “Everyone loves him. He’s just a good person and he used to light up the room.”

“Oh, he lights up every room he’s in when he’s here. The admins, receptions, and interns love him. He’s always making people laugh and smile.” She reassured him, squeezing his arm. “You two have my number and email. Please feel free to contact me over anything. I’m here for his family too. It takes a village.”

“Thank you.” Blaine shook her hand and headed out with Kurt.

They went to the check out desk.

“Did that go bad?” Kurt asked, seeing nobody sitting in the chair.

Blaine leaned against the wall, waiting. “No. I don’t think so. She said he’s doing good and she gave us some advice. It’s no different than any other time. Why are you so anxious?”

“It feels like midterms or something.” Kurt admitted, hearing someone announcing that there were guests at the check out desk.

Seconds later, the blond guy before that had helped with the child sat down at the desk and cheerfully said, “Hi, how are you?”

“Fine.” Blaine said, smiling.

The boy looked at them, saw Kurt, and immediately began to cough.

“Are you okay?” Blaine looked alarmed.

“He was serious? I thought he was—and you’re— Oh my God.” Cody’s blue eyes were wide. “He wasn’t joking.”

Blaine looked at Kurt, clearly amused.

“Can, uhm… you’re Cody, right?” Kurt asked, voice soft.

“You know my name. He told you my name?” Cody’s eyes widened again—because he had just calmed down from his coughing fit.

Yet Kurt Anderson-Hummel, who he may or may not have looked up to since the age of eleven, knew his name.

“Can we take you to lunch? Or talk?” Kurt asked.

“Nick is going to kill us.” Blaine hissed.

“You’ve done so much.” Kurt’s voice was still soft. “And he…  you two… I just want to get to know you. Do I sound crazy?”

Cody’s facial expression softened and he looked behind him.

Because it wasn’t just Kurt Anderson-Hummel.

It was also Nick’s dad.

“Use the break room.” Dr. Hughes said, coming up behind Kurt and Blaine. “I’ll get Andy to come up and watch the desk until she’s off lunch.”

“Uhm…” Cody looked between Kurt, Blaine, and Dr. Hughes. “Can we just… leave and I come back after…? I’ll make the time up later?”

She nodded.

“Great. Let’s go and get coffee or something.” Kurt chirped, waiting until Cody had left the admin section and was in the hallway they were at.

“I’m really sorry but I watched you on Project Runway every single time you were a guest judge. The one whole season you were on there was my freshman year of college and it was the best three months of my life.” Cody rambled as they left the building. “I really need to quit talking now.”

Blaine gave Kurt a look.

“I’m actually shy and never talk. What’s wrong with me?” Cody asked, more to himself.

“You’re nervous because you’re in love with my son and have never met us before?” Kurt’s voice was soft again.

Cody stopped in his tracks, hand gripping his messenger bag tightly.

“We know. He’s in love with you too.” Kurt lowered his voice as they made it into a restaurant and sat down at a table. “His eyes light up when he talks about you.”

“Oh.” Cody said, definitely not rambling anymore.

“Kurt, Nick is going to kill you.” Blaine sighed. “We shouldn’t be doing this right now.”

“I, uhm… do, though. Love him…” Cody bit his lip and looked Blaine in the eyes. “I didn’t know he was a patient and I told him we shouldn’t see each other after finding out that he was but he, uhm… basically made me.”

Blaine let out a loud laugh, knowing it was probably true.

Nick was nothing if not relentless.

“And we aren’t seeing each other.” Cody’s voice was soft. “He wants to but I told him we had to wait the year like Jane—sorry, Dr. Hughes— said. But I do love him very much. I’ve never met anyone like him and I wouldn’t do anything to hurt him. I’ll wait as long as we need to… and I promise I’m not manipulating him because of who you are. Honestly when I signed him out the one day at the office, his last name just showed up as Anderson. By the time I figured out we already…”

“Were in love.” Kurt finished.

“Yes.” Cody nodded, looking uncomfortable. “I wouldn’t do anything to hurt him. He means a lot to me. We, uhm.. haven’t even kissed.”

Blaine gave Kurt a look.

“But I’m not going to hurt him. I just want you to know that… and we don’t do anything inappropriate. We just talk even if he’s at my apartment. I wouldn’t do that.” Cody continued. “It’s on him to make a move but not until after the year is up.”

“What do you do?” Kurt asked, meeting Cody’s eyes with his own.

“I’m in school for art therapy. I’m in my last year getting two degrees—one in Art and Public Police at the Tisch School of Art in NYU.”

“So you’re an artist?”

“I mean, I like to draw. Calling myself an artist might be presumptuous because I’m nowhere near as good as most of my classmates but it’s stress relief and I like to do it… plus, I draw good animals and that’s all it takes for a kid to like you.” Cody said sheepishly. “Next year I’m going to Pratt for a Creative Arts Therapy graduate degree.”

“See, Kurt? I told you we could trust Nick’s judgement.” Blaine looked at Kurt.

“I won’t tell him about this.” Cody sat up straight. “But I don’t think you need to worry. He’s in a good place and always talks about how supportive you two are and how he feels comfortable coming to you with things… and he talks about how thankful he is to have you two as parents.”

Kurt’s eyes teared up.

“I just never thought he was actually your son. He told me. He even showed me a picture but he’s goofy so I figured he just photo-shopped it to make it seem like he really was.” Cody admitted, smiling a bit.

“You take care of him, right? He eats with you? He always says he’s getting dinner with you.” Kurt asked.

“We do get dinner pretty often.” Cody nodded. “And if he’s not feeling up to eating, I try to make sure he eats something before I take him back home. I know he shouldn’t be driving yet so I’ll follow him until he gets back to the neighborhood.”

Blaine gave Kurt an I told you look.

“I won’t hurt him. I want to be there for him. He’s really special.” Cody bit his lip and looked between the two of them.

Kurt smiled at him and nodded as Blaine squeezed his thigh.

“I’m sorry but I should go… A boy is coming in for an appointment in about twenty minutes and if I’m not outside the door waiting for him, he goes a little crazy.” Cody looked apologetic as he stood, pulling out his wallet and then some money from it.

“No. We’ve got it.” Blaine smiled and stood to shake his hand. “Thank you, Cody.”

“Are you sure?” Cody asked.

“Yes.” Kurt stood and pulled him into a big hug.

Cody’s eyes widened in shock when Kurt pulled away because, yes, Kurt Anderson-Hummel had just hugged him.

“I… oh wow. Wow.” Cody rambled, grabbing his back. “Uh… have a good day.”

“You too, sweetie.” Kurt said—thinking to himself that maybe he’d spent too much time with Carole here lately.

Cody waved and walked out.

“You just stole our son’s future husband. Good job, Kurt.” Blaine joked.

“I know that was literally ten minutes… but I kind of love him.” Kurt said, looking at the door Cody had left through. “He was so sweet and… I mean, when he talked about Nick it was the way you looked at me when we were their age.”

“Yeah. I was thinking that too.” Blaine said sincerely.

“And that accent. Oh my God.” Kurt gasped.

“I know. I could have listened to him talk all day.” Blaine nodded. “We better get home, though. Nick was pretty tired and I don’t want him to have to be alone with Kris too long.”

Kurt nodded, taking his hand.

…

Kurt went into the kitchen late that night, surprised to see Nick in their eating a roll.

“Hey, honey.” Kurt ruffled his hair.

“Hey. I’m texting Zach.” Nick looked up.

Kurt leaned down, wrapping his arms around Nick from behind. “Just know that I love you very much, that I’m proud of everything you’ve accomplished, and that I’ve very lucky to call you my son.”

“Keep the compliments coming.” Nick grinned—and it almost met his eyes.

Kurt kissed the top of his head. “I’m happy for you, Nicky.”

“What’d I do?” Nick looked confused.

“Nothing. I’m just really happy for you.” Kurt squeezed his shoulder.  “Don’t stay up too late.”

“I won’t.” Nick promised as Kurt left the room with a glass of water.

He typed out a text to Cody, a suspicious look on his face.

Did you happen to see my dads today when they were at the office?

He saw Cody typing back instantly.

Totally did. Your *celebrity* parents took me out to coffee, I got a hug, and everything. Best day of my life.

Okay. Sure.

I miss you.

Miss you too… but I might miss your dad more.

We’re done. Bye. 

[crazedlunatic]

“Camping”

“What… Why are there two mattresses in the living room? And a tent? And an obstacle course made from the living room pillows and furniture?”

“Kurt, I just live here.” Blaine said from his seat at the kitchen island. He would have been in the living room or at the kitchen table but there was no seating available on the couches and all the kitchen chairs was supporting a makeshift tent made of sheets and string that may or may not have been… staple gunned onto the ceiling.

Surely not, though, right?

How would Nick have found one?

“I’m going to need a little more from you here, Blaine.”

“Hey, all you said was to work from home today. You said nothing about keeping your sons from making a campground and obstacle course in the living room. Honestly I’m impressed he was able to get the queen size mattress downstairs by himself.”

“Kris?”

“No. Nick.” Blaine looked at Kurt like he was crazy.

“…What?” Kurt said.

“I don’t know. He took Kris and said something about buying a picnic basket full of snacks and junk food for camping?”

“Wait. Did you let him take the car?”

“Yeah… I didn’t think about that. I bet they did drive.” Blaine looked thoughtful as the back door opened.

“DADDY’S HOME!” Kris squealed, running over to Kurt and bouncing up and down excitedly. “Daddy, Nicky and I are going to camp! We’ve got snacks and pillows and a tent!”

“You do?” Kurt said, giving Nick a weird look when he came in with two bags of—well, a not-quite-toddler-anymore’s dreams. Fruit Loops, Reese’s cups, gummy worms, sour patch straws. You name it, it was in the bag.

“What?” Nick gave him a weird look right back.

“Did you… nail a sheet to the ceiling?”

“Nope. I used screws.” Nick said with a straight face.

“And we’re gonna watch movies! Whichever ones I want!”

“We plan to see whose heart will give out first—the one who almost had a heart attack due to an eating disorder or the one born with a heart defect. It’s gonna be totally awesome!” Nick said, voice excited, as Kris ran from the room.

“Nicky.” Kurt sighed.

“We won’t eat too much and I’m sure he’ll fall asleep by nine. Everything will go back to normal in the morning. I promise.”

“How did you get the mattress down?” Kurt asked, looking confused.

“Yeah… you probably don’t want to know the answer to that, Daddy. Don’t look at the banister too close, okay?” Nick patted Kurt’s shoulder and walked into the living room with Kris.

“Hey… I mean, he seems almost normal around Kris. Even if he isn’t around us, that’s progress.” Blaine said. “He went a good month after he got back from the center without playing with him. I… know maybe we shouldn’t be letting him do it, but I also think Kris needs the attention. You know Nick is his ‘most favorite-est person ever.’”

“Yeah but you know Kris has to be careful too.” Kurt bit his lip and leaned back glancing into the living room from the doorway.

He saw Kris neatly separating the snacks out.

“No. We need chaos. This is an indoors camp out, Kristian.” Nick scoffed, piling them all together again.

If anyone else had done that, Kris probably would have cried. But he just giggled and scooted close to Nick. “Can we watch the Little Mermaid?”

“Uhm, only if we can watch Aladdin after.” Nick said, crawling under their tent.

“This is so cool!” Kris squealed, crawling in behind him.

“Who says you can’t camp indoors? Not me.” Nick grabbed the TV remote and pulled up Amazon. He then rented The Little Mermaid because let’s be real. He spent two hours hanging sheets from the ceiling. He was not walking up those stairs again until it was time to put on pajamas.

“This is the best day of my life!”

“Eat a fruit roll up and it’ll be even better!” Nick said handing him one as the previews started. “But don’t eat it and chocolate at the same time. I tried that once and almost puked. It wasn’t very pleasant.”

“That’s icky!” Kris gasped, looking more like Kurt than ever.

“I know, right?” Nick opened a package of sour patch kids—hoping it wouldn’t upset his stomach too much because, honestly, he hadn’t eaten a whole lot of junk food since making it back to New York City with Kurt a couple of months earlier. There was still a lot he couldn’t stomach, but Nick figured he’d know pretty quickly if he needed to quit eating it.

“Nicky, did you know your name rhymes with icky?” Kris giggled.

“Technically my name is Nicholas… just like your name is technically Anthony.” Nick pointed out, opening a bottle of water—which, honestly, was almost all that he drank.

“I don’t like that name.” Kris sighed.

“Yeah I don’t like Nicholas very much either. But at least our names aren’t Kurt or Blaine.”

Kris began to giggle loudly. “That’s Daddys’ names.”

“Shh, don’t tell them.” Nick said although he knew very well that his parents could hear—neither he nor Kris had quite mastered talking quietly yet. And honestly, Nick probably never would.

“I won’t!” Kris said, laying on his belly and putting his head on Nicky’s pillow so he was facing the television.

Nick laid on his stomach too, looking at his phone. He smiled, seeing Zach has texted him a picture of Ellie—because ever since Nick had finally met her and got to hold her, he literally could not get enough. Honestly, if he was able to really drive, he probably would have gone to Ithaca to see Zach, Sarah, and Ellie between their own trips back home.

His parents didn’t let him drive very much, though, and almost never alone. Which he understood—he’d only gone three weeks without passing out.

“Nicky, does your belly still hurt?” Kris asked several minutes into the movie, looking at him with Kurt’s wide blue eyes.

“Nope.” Nick said cheerfully. “It might soon if we keep eating this junk food, though.”

“Nicky, I’m glad you came back from school.” Kris sat up, tucking his legs underneath him. “Because you were gone a long time and you’re my bestest friend in the whole wide world.”

“Well you’re my bestest friend in the whole wide world too.” Nick said and stretched his arms out. “And the world is, like, a whole lot bigger than this.”

Kris giggled and asked, “Bigger than the Milky Way?”

“Are we talking the candy bar or the galaxy?” Nick asked very seriously. “Either way, yes.”

“That’s pretty big.”

“I know.” Nick nodded, taking another drink of his water. “Like… really big. Bigger than Dad’s hair when he doesn’t cut it for too long and his hair gets all curly and poofy.”

Kris let out a cackle.

“I heard that!” Blaine called from the living room.

“I know you did!” Nick called back, grinning at Kris.

“Zachy’s hair does it too.” Kris said.

“Yeah. Zach just doesn’t care. Plus, Sarah likes it and he likes Sarah, so…” Nick shrugged.

“Zach has Sarah and Sophie has Logan. Where’s your Sarah-Logan?”

“Mmmh out there somewhere I guess.” Nick shrugged again. “Where’s yours?”

“Mmmh out there somewhere I guess.” Kris repeated, grinning at him.

“Don’t tell Zach but you’re my favorite little brother.”

“But Zach isn’t your little brother.” Kris looked at him, confused. “You were born at the same time.”

“No. I was born four minutes before him. Do not take those four minutes from me, Anthony.”

“Does four minutes really matter, though?”

“Uh, yes. It matters a lot.” Nick said very seriously. “Just ask Madonna.”

“That’s silly.”

“You’re silly.”

“Well you’re silly looking.”

“No. You’re silly looking.”

Kurt poked his head in. “If you two are arguing over who looks sillier, it’s Nick. Because Kris looks like me.”

“DADDY!” Kris scooted over so Kurt could join.

“Hey, you didn’t tell me you had Skittles in here.” Kurt scoffed, coming in and sitting between Nick and Kris.

“Uh, what’s going on?” Sophie asked, bending down a few seconds later.

“Join us.” Nick patted the floor on his other side. “We already have your pillow anyway… you know, since you basically live in my room at night anyway.”

Sophie crawled in. “It would have been better if you’d put glow in the dark stars on the sheets and turned out the lights.”

“Fuc—dge.” Nick looked up, pouting. “This is why you’re going to Harvard next year.”

“Just for undergrad.” Sophie said sheepishly. “It’s not like I’m trying to get into Harvard Law or anything.”

“Yeah. I’ve heard that one before.” Kurt rolled his eyes. “Then got a lovely awakening the April before classes started.”

Blaine poked his head in. “Are…. you all four in here?”

“DADDY!” Kris scooted over once more so Blaine could come in.

“Don’t touch those Skittles!” Kurt threatened.

Blain shrugged and took a packet anyway.

Kris giggled as Blaine opened it and stuck some in his mouth, sitting on Kris’ other side.

“If Zachy was here, it’d be perfect.” Kris sighed.

“If Zachy was here, that means Sarah and Ellie would be too… which would mean the tent would be over capacity.” Sophie pointed out.

“If they come over this weekend, I’ll add another sheet.” Nick shrugged.

“This is not staying up until this weekend when your brother comes over.” Kurt gave Nick a look.

“I mean I may just feel too weak to climb that ladder and take it all down.” Nick dramatically fell back into a laying position.

Sophie reached back, smacking his arm. “That’s for kicking me last night… and every night.”

“I would say I’m sorry but I’m not.” Nick said. “The last time I’ve slept in a bed alone was January when I ended up in the hospital, so you guys are going to just have to deal. Plus, everyone knows I kick anyway.”

“Do I kick, Daddy?” Kris asked Blaine.

“Yep. Just like your other Daddy.”

“I don’t kick.” Kurt looked at Blaine like he was crazy.

“Uh… yes you do.” Nick said.

“It’s true.” Blane nodded. “I’m pretty sure Zach and I are the only ones that don’t.”

“Must be the curls.” Sophie said sweetly. “It weighs down your heads so much that you can’t lift your legs.”

Nick, who had sat up, fell back against the mattress again laughing.

“I find that highly offensive.” Blaine scoffed. “You are all just jealous of mine and Zach’s beautiful hair.”

“Yeah, no.” Sophie said. “You can tell yourself that if it makes you feel better, though.”

“Thanks, Soph.”

“Anytime, Daddy.”

[chocolate-chip-rookies]

Big Brother!Chen Headcanons

Okay so this isn’t what I normally post because this is based on a dream I had - and I’m writing this at like 04:44am

But I had to write it before I slept again shh

He’d just be such a good big brother wtf

Initially, it’d be difficult for him to adjust to being a big brother

He’d be a bit awkward for a while, not totally sure of himself

But after an initial bonding period, he becomes super clingy and attached to you

And there’s no going back from there

He’s caring, attentive and listens to everything you have to say

Even as small children he’d do everything he could to take care of you, mindful of his responsibility as an older brother

He’d teach you right from wrong and give you all the life advice an 8 y/o had to offer

He’d always think you’re adorable, even as you grow up he’d always pinch your cheeks and ruffle your hair

Sometimes him hovering around you can get annoying, but for the most part, you enjoy his attention

He’d always treat you as best friends, even if he was 7 and you were 2

He’d always invite you to play with his friends and they treated you good too

Despite him being so bubbly and loud and bEAGLE he’s able to get extremely stern and protective when needed, like a second mom

You used to get bullied in kindergarten but everyone knows not to fuck with you because they had a 9 y/o Jongdae try and square up to them (i.e. he’d just shout a lot and they got scared because loud noises)

He would honestly risk his life for you and any other sibling you had

Jongdae has always been extremely good with younger children, specifically babies

But he gets extremely nervous around babies he doesn’t know, anyway, because babies cry a lot and are hella fragile and he’s scared of dropping them or something

But once he gets to know them, he’s real good at it

I can imagine as a toddler you doing everything in your power to annoy the fuck out of him, and while it took everything he had in him not to throw you out of a window, he never got mad at you.

You ate all of his Halloween candy, barged into his room without asking, screaming for no apparent reason (the first few times this was annoying to him because he didn’t understand, but after a while, he’d just join in and eventually you stopped because he out-screamed a 3 y/o)

When you both reached a similar age, or when you reached teenage years, you became closer and more comfortable with each other than when he was a teenager and you were a child/preteen

Jongdae always knows when something is wrong and it’s impossible to lie to him about it

You usually go to him when you’re upset or angry

Once, he found you in your room sobbing your eyes out and at first, he was shocked, but he soon pulled you into his arms

“Don’t you dare think you can’t ever come and talk to me.”

Unwanted or unexpected hugs

Especially when you haven’t seen him in a while or if he’s just come back from tour.

“Get the fuck off me.”

“Accept my love!”

He loves hugs and cuddles so freaking much

And he smiles the brightest when you willingly hug back

You teal his food when he’s not looking

Like he could turn away to talk to your dad or something and suddenly he’d have half the amount of fries as before

Arguing about who gets to use the bathroom first but him giving in and letting you go

Jongdae would 10/10 spoil you like omg

Need money? Got it

Only one cookie left? He doesn’t need it

You want literally anything ever? Even before debuting he’d buy you whatever you wanted before you asked

You miss him a lot when he’s not around but you still talk often on the phone and Jongdae will drive down and visit when he has breaks on his schedule

When he first became a trainee and meets Minseok he talks your ears off about him

He’s in awe of this new friend and wants to brag about him to you

You love to hear about this new friend, though

When you finally meet Minseok during freshman year, you adore him

Freshman year sucks ass, but Minseok is such a big ray of sunshine, and him and Jongdae coming to visit becomes the highlight of freshman year for you

When you get further into high school you talk to him less

Not for any particular reason other than teenage hormones and being busy, paired with his busy life as an idol

While it’s a bit disappointing to him, he doesn’t really try to think much of it because of course, you are just busy with school and all that jazz

You’d made your own friends and developed your own interests, ones that didn’t necessarily include playing video games with him for hours on end or role-playing sailors in the basement (sadly)

PIGGYBACK RIDES FROM HIM !!!!!

When you were younger (and maybe even sometimes now if the ceiling allows for it), Jongdae used to let you ride around on his shoulders

You sometimes do that creepy thing where you talk at the same time

Kris: “(yawning) morning”

You and Jongdae in unison: “morning, yifan”

Kris, freaking out: “ejeesusg”

You have a really cringey secret handshake and haven’t done it since he moved into the dorms

One day after a really good show, you’re backstage for him and you just do it out of nowhere and everyone (including them) is like ‘holy shit’

(Junmyeon and Yixing try to learn in later on)

You’ve both binged watched all of Naruto at least four times

He’d nag you a lot, but you knew it came from a good place and didn’t mind much

He always has you laughing

Whether it’s because he walked into a wall, told a shitty joke or it sat on top of you, tickling the soul ou of your body

He’d honestly adore you

Jongdae giving you terrible dating advice

Jongdae trying to prank you, and you pranking Lu Han with him

Jongdae telling you stories that are “100% not exaggerated at all what do you mean?”

Jongdae trying to test how gullible you are

Jongdae looking after you when you have nightmares

Jongdae being encouraged and protective of you

Just

BIG BROTHER JONGDAE

[finnhudsonqb]

Better With You

Tagging: Finn, Rachel & Kris Location: Rachel’s Apartment Notes: When Peyton demands to see her father before she goes to sleep, Rachel has to call Finn even though Kris is spending the night.

Rachel wanted her family back. She wanted Finn back so she could just have the things she had before. She just wanted nothing more than to wake up next to Finn every morning and to be able to fall asleep knowing that their kids were under the same roof. She hated falling asleep without her kids right near her and she felt guilty keeping them away from Finn. "Rachel, she's not calming down." Kris said as Rachel stepped out of the shower, her walking out of the bathroom with pjs on. "What?" She asked, running a hand through her hair. "Peyton. She just keeps saying that she wants you. And Finn." He said, him looking at Rachel with a sad smile on his lips. "It's not personal, Kris. She likes you she just... she wants her dad." Rachel said softly, him just nodding. "I know that, I'm not taking it personal. I get it. She just doesn't want to get into bed." He said, Rachel moving to Peyton's room to see her sitting on her bed, her arms crossed over her chest. Rachel honestly wished that she could laugh because toddlers were definitely like a sponge and it was how she always acted when she didn't get her way. "What's the matter?" Rachel asked Peyton, moving to sit next to her, wrapping her arm around her daughter. "I want Daddy," She said, her pouting. "Sweetie, you're going to see him tomorrow. If you go to sleep tonight without him maybe I can see if he'll come extra early tomorrow," She said, running a hand through her hair with a smile. "No. Daddy now." Peyton insisted, her fighting against Rachel as Rachel tried to get her to relax in bed, putting covers over her. "Peyton, no." Rachel said, her sighing as Peyton started crying, her fighting against Rachel until Rachel pulled her into her arms, wrapping her arms around her tightly. "I'll call Daddy, okay?" Rachel said, keeping Peyton in her arms as she went to grab her phone from her room. "Do you want me to stay up and wait for him?" Rachel shook her head, rubbing Peyton's back. "No... no. You go to sleep, okay? I'm gonna get her some water and then I'll call Finn." She said, seeing him nod and lean forward to kiss her. She kissed him back softly and smiled at him. "They aren't your responsibility, you know? They're Finn's. Just get to sleep and I'll be in there after Finn gets here." Kris nodded and sighed softly, rubbing her back softly before pulling away and moving to get to bed. "Plus, it's late. Way later than her bedtime and our bedtime. I was hoping that the movie would get her to sleep in the living room with you, but.. it's okay. I'll call him. "Alright, babe. I'll see you later." He said, her smiling and moving Peyton to the kitchen with her before sitting her on the counter and smiling gently. "Let's get you some water and we'll call Daddy, okay?" After getting Peyton a sippy cup, Rachel pulled her phone off of the counter and dialed Finn's number. When she heard the ringing stop, Rachel bit down on her bottom lip. "Finn? Hey. Peyton really needs you. I know it's late but she won't go to sleep without you. I'm sorry, but I- She won't go to sleep for anything. I know she's exhausted but she just won't go to bed."

Finn hated being away from his family. He hated not living with Rachel and he knew that he just wanted his life back - he just wanted their life back. While he was trying his best to be patient with Rachel for her to find the right time to break up with Kris, he was really starting to wonder if it was ever going to happen. She obviously wanted to be with him, they had sex all the time and practically acted as if they were back together but for some reason she insisted on keeping her stupid boyfriend around. God, Finn just wanted her to tell the guy to fuck off already so he could come home where he belonged. He was laying in bed just about to fall asleep when his phone rang and when he saw it was Rachel, he couldn’t help but smile. She had told him that Kris was spending the night but he figured there had been a change of plans and she was looking for a little fun. However, when he answered the phone and heard Rachel on the other line telling him that Peyton needed him, he immediately sat up in bed. “Hey, don’t be sorry. If my little girl needs me then I’m gonna be there,” he said softly, him quickly starting to get dressed. “Tell her I’m on my way, okay?” Finn knew that one of the main reasons he really wanted to go home so badly was to be there for Peyton. While Andrew was still too young to really know anything was going on, Peyton wasn’t. He knew she hated being away from him or Rachel and he just wanted his family back under one roof again so that she didn’t have to deal with that stress. It didn’t take him long to get to the apartment and as he walked inside, he smiled softly when his saw his daughter hurry over to him, her sippy cup clutched in one hand while the other reached out for him. ”Daddy!” she cried, him immediately scooping her up into his arms. “Hi baby girl,” he said softly, him running his hand up and down her back. “Did you miss me?” When she nodded before hugging him tightly, he couldn’t help but smile. As he looked over at Rachel, he offered her a small smile as well. “You know, P, just because I’m not here doesn’t mean you can stay up all night. What are we gonna do when I have my away games?” Finn smiled down at Peyton as she pulled away from him slightly and looked into his eyes, her shrugging. “You’re so your mom, you know that?” he said with a smile as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

Rachel was trying so hard to figure things out. It was hard, she knew that, and she knew that everyone was pissed off at her for not ending her relationship with Kris, but at this point, she really didn't even think it was much of a relationship. Kris was always out and while he still cared about her, she just knew that they didn't spend as much time together as they used to. However, when they did hang out, things were a lot better and he always paid attention to her and he always wanted to make sure that she was happy. And she was, she loved how he made her feel but she didn't love him. She loved Finn, and she thought it was painfully obvious even though to him, it wasn't. He thought things were so normal even though they weren't. Not at all. As soon as Finn arrived, Rachel smiled gently and she moved to help Peyton down from the edge of the counter, her seeing Peyton run over to Finn excitedly. She loved that she was so in love with her father and she knew that Rachel wanted her to always be able to be with her dad. Rachel moved over to Finn slightly and smiled sadly, her moving to his side with a small smile. "She really does act way too much like me. Finn, she literally crossed her arms and pouted and if that's not me, I really don't know what is," She laughed softly, her moving into Finn's side and wrapping an arm around him slightly. "She was fine last night but I guess she misses you. And so does her Mommy." Rachel said with a smile before she leaned up to kiss him, her looking into his eyes with a small smile as she pulled away. "Kris is asleep so... you can stay as long as you want. I don't care if you want to stay the night or whatever, but it doesn't matter to me." Rachel knew that Kris really didn't care either, but she knew that Kris was beginning to get frustrated with how much he was around recently. But Rachel knew it was just because her and Finn were basically together again. "P, Daddy is going to take you, me, and Andrew on a vacation soon. Then you'll never have to be without either of us." She said softly, kissing her cheek gently. "Now are you going to be able to sleep for us? Now that you have Daddy? He can sit with you for a little bit to let you relax and then you need to get to bed. We're supposed to have a really busy day tomorrow." She said softly to her daughter, Peyton just nodding sadly as she leaned her head against Finn.

Finn looked down at Rachel with a small smile on his face as she moved into his side. He missed her so much and while he was happy to have her in his arms, he knew that he also wanted this to be the way things always were. God, he just missed his perfect little family being together the way they were supposed to be. "Oh wow, she's even getting moody like you? P, we're gonna have to work on that. This is why I'm gonna teach you how to play football," he said with a laugh as Peyton held him tightly. "My girls miss me, huh?" he said softly, him looking down at Rachel before they shared a soft kiss. He sighed contently against her lips and when they pulled away, he felt the love he had for her wash over him for a moment. Fuck, he was so in love with her and while that scared him sometimes, he knew he never wanted that feeling to go away. Especially when he knew what it felt like when it was gone. "I think I'll stay the night," he said. "If Peyton wants me here then I'm not going anywhere. Especially since I have an away game this weekend. I want to spend as much time with them as possible. And, you know, you too." As Rachel told Peyton about the vacation they were going to go on soon, he ran his hand gently through his daughters hair, smiling as Rachel pressed a kiss to her cheek. "I promise I'll be here in the morning when you get up, P. Is that why you're sad?" he asked her as she leaned her head against him. "No leave, Daddy," Peyton said sadly as she clung to him tightly, his heart aching in his chest at her words. "I'm not leaving, P. I'm right here, okay?" he assured her. As Finn looked back to Rachel, he offered her a sad smile before he dipped his head down to kiss her softly. "This is how it all started, you know. My two girls." Finn looked at Rachel with love in his gaze before he shifted Peyton slightly in his arms. "Alright, let's get you to bed," he said as he started walking towards her bedroom. "You can go back to your boyfriend if you want. You know, in our bed. I've got Peyton." Finn wasn't trying to hurt Rachel with his words, he really wasn't, but he also was getting impatient and he knew that she was more than aware of the fact that he wasn't okay with this. He wasn't okay with any of it. God, he just wanted his family back. As he headed into Peyton's room, he took her sippy cup gently from her hand and set it down on her little bedside table before he helped her get under her covers. "Stay, Daddy," Peyton said softly, causing him to smile. "I'll stay princess, I'm right here." Finn moved to lay on the bed as much as he could, his legs hanging off the edge, but as Peyton snuggled into his side, he couldn't help but feel his heart swell with love. "I promise I'll be here with you whenever you need me, P, okay? I'll always be here," he told her, him pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

Rachel nodded when he said that he was going to stay, her smiling gently. "That's fine. I mean, I'd rather you stay. It'll help her in the morning and I won't mind seeing you when I wake up," She said, her voice soft. Rachel felt horrible that Peyton was so sad that she was always apart from Finn, but Rachel felt like she was at a really huge crossroads and she hated that she couldn't just break up with Kris and just consider it done. She just felt horrible and she didn't know what to do even if she knew it should be easy. But it wasn't. She did have feelings for him, so it made it hard to just say things were over when she knew that she'd feel bad about it. "Yeah. It feels like a lifetime ago that it was just the two of us," She said softly, smiling gently as she looked up into his eyes. Her smile dropped slightly as he talked about her boyfriend being in their bed. "Finn, come on." She sighed, looking down and shaking her head before she followed him to Peyton's room, her standing in the doorway as he started to get her into bed. Rachel moved further into the room and she went to sit on the bed as well with them, her rubbing Peyton's leg over the covers gently. "We'll both be here in the morning. I promise that we're going to all wake up with each other really soon," She said softly, smiling at her daughter gently as she kept snuggled with Finn. "I'm kind of jealous, you know. I miss my Finn cuddles." She said with a soft smile, biting down on her bottom lip. "Are you going to stay in here with her? Or... are you going to stay on the couch or something?" She asked him softly, her running a hand through her hair. She felt awkward having to talk about stuff like this in her own apartment, but she was just trying to keep things as normal as possible. "I love you, P." Rachel said as she rubbed her leg again gently, knowing that it really wouldn't be long until her daughter fell asleep. Honestly, Rachel was exhausted, too. She wanted to get to bed but she also wanted to spend time with her family.

Finn looked at Rachel sadly when she told Peyton that they would all way up together soon. He wanted to believe her when she said things like that but he was getting to the point where he was scared that this was all for nothing. Because, sure, Rachel loved him but he didn't understand why she was still with Kris if that was the case. He couldn't understand wanting anyone else when she knew what they had together. Peyton snuggled close to him and Finn looked at Rachel as she spoke, saying that she missed his cuddles and he couldn't help but smile softly. "You act like you haven't had then in a long time when we both knew you had them the other day. Amongst other things. But I'm here to cuddle with you whenever you want, baby. If there was room for me in the bed I'd go there with you tonight," he told her. When Rachel asked him where he was sleeping, he couldn't help but sigh. "I'm gonna stay here for a little while and then I'll probably crash on the couch. I'd stay here for the night if I could but my back would kill me in the morning if I sleep with my legs like this," he said with a slight laugh. "Say goodnight to Mommy, P," he said softly to his daughter who looked up at him before bringing her gaze to Rachel. He could tell that their daughter was thrilled to have both of her parents together and Finn knew that she missed this. He could tell by the way she had been acting over the past few months that she missed her normal life. "Night night, Mommy," Peyton said as she clung to him tightly, causing Finn to smile. "Do I get a kiss goodnight?" he asked Rachel, a playful smile on his face as he looked into her eyes, knowing that while he was confused by what she wanted that he would still take what he could get. He would take anything that she would give him, that much he knew for sure.

Rachel looked at Finn and offered him a small smile. "Okay, that's fine. I mean, just sleep wherever you want. Obviously, I don't care what you do here, it's your apartment, too." She said with a soft laugh. She knew that it was weird for him to be here with Kris under the same roof, but she couldn't just kick out her boyfriend for her ex. Well, also her current boyfriend. She wasn't sure what anything was anymore. "Night, P." Rachel was happy that Peyton was happy, especially because she knew that she wanted nothing but the best for her daughter. She just wanted her to be happy and she wanted her to enjoy her and Finn's company. "Yeah, you get a kiss goodnight," She whispered, leaning forward slightly to press a kiss to his lips. Rachel pulled away after a moment and went to kiss Peyton's head, her pulling away fully and sitting up again, just sitting with them to try and stay close with her favorite people. Rachel rested her hand near Peyton's feet and after a moment, she heard a soft knock on the door, Peyton's door opening a little more. "Hey," Kris said softly, offering her a tired smile. "Are you ready to get to bed? It's really late." Rachel nodded and said goodnight to Finn quietly, her walking towards Kris. She exited the room and closed it most of the way, her feeling Kris pull her into his arms. "Mm, come on. Let's get to bed." He said as he stood with her, her smiling gently at him. "You missed me, huh?" She whispered, him grinning and leaning forward to kiss her gently. "Mhm. Of course I did. I love you, babe." He said, her just looking at him and smiling gently as he started to lead her towards his room, her hand in his. She sighed and looked down, moving to follow him into the bedroom and into the bed, her pulling the covers over her as she laid next to him, her turning away from him slightly to get comfortable, holding onto her pillow and just staring at the wall. She hated being between two men an d she hated herself for being so weak and unable to just tell Kris it was over. She hated that she didn't know how to turn things around and just get back with Finn because she really did miss him more than anything.

Finn sighed contently as him and Rachel shared a soft kiss and when she pulled away and press a kiss to Peyton's forehead, he looked at her with love in his eyes. This was how things were supposed to be and he just wanted his family back together. When there was a soft knock at the door, Finn looked up and his eyes narrowed when he spotted Kris. He stayed silent as Rachel said goodnight, him just trying to focus on his daughter in his arms. However, he couldn't help but listen to Rachel and Kris who were still outside the door and when he heard the words 'I love you' escape Kris's mouth, Finn felt his heart sink in his chest. What the fuck was happening? Only he was allowed to love Rachel and he didn't understand what she wanted anymore. He didn't understand what the point of her dating this guy was anymore if she didn't have feelings back for him. Fuck, did she love Kris? Finn stayed with Peyton until he was absolutely sure she was asleep before he slowly got up from her bed. He tucked her in and pressed a kiss to the top of her head before moving out of the room, trying his best to be quiet. All he wanted to do was go to his bedroom - his bedroom with Rachel and climb into bed with her. It made him sick knowing that instead Kris was in there with her. A part of him just wanted to storm into the room and kick the guy out but he knew Rachel wouldn't appreciate. He knew he'd just be sending all the progress he had made with her completely backwards. As he made his way into the living room, he sighed, grabbing the blanket from the back of the couch before he laid down and tugged it over him. He stared up at the ceiling for a few minutes before letting his eyes flutter closed, wishing that he could find a way to sleep without hearing Kris tell Rachel he loved her over and over in his mind.

Rachel really hated this. So much. She hated how complicated things were and she just wished that she could turn things around and not worry about this anymore. She didn't want to continually worry about everything with Finn and with Kris and she just wanted to have her family back. That was all she wanted. Rachel sighed as she laid in bed with Kris, her unable to fall asleep. She just wanted to forget about him and let Finn back into the spot next to her where she belonged and she just wanted to fall asleep in Finn's arms just like she always had before. Rachel heard Peyton's door open and she could hear Finn's heavy footsteps move towards the living room and she stayed in bed, knowing that she wanted to go out to talk to him and to be close to him. However, she needed to ensure that Kris was completely asleep before she even thought about moving. When Rachel heard a soft snore coming from Kris, Rachel waited a few more minutes before she got out of bed, her moving slowly as to not wake him up. She moved slowly out of the room and shut the door quietly, her moving to the living room and seeing Finn on the couch. Without saying anything, Rachel went to move on top of him on the couch, her leaning down to kiss his jaw gently as she looked down at him. "I told you I missed being close to you. I miss my Finn cuddles." She whispered with a soft smile, her tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.

Finn opened his eyes in surprised when Rachel moved on top of him and he couldn't help but smile softly as he felt her lips press to his jaw. "You miss being close to me? You were really, really close to me yesterday," he said playfully as he wrapped his arm around her waist. He brought his other hand to cup her cheek gently, his thumb caressing her soft skin as he looked into her eyes. "Babe, we can't keep doing this. Sneaking around in our own apartment," he whispered. Finn knew that he was rarely the voice of reason but this situation was getting out of control and he knew that she was aware of it just as much as he was. "I heard him, you know," he said softly. "I heard him say that he loves you." Finn paused for a moment as he avoided Rachel's gaze before a sigh escaped his lips. "Do you love him?" he asked her. "Because I know you have to feel something for the guy if you haven't ended things with him yet. And I'm not trying to rush you, Rach, I'm really not but you have to understand that this is really fucking hard. I - I don't like seeing you with him. I don't like you... you having feelings for some guy when you know I want you. You know I want to be with you again." Finn sighed as he ran his hand through her hair before letting both of his hands rest comfortably on her lower back as he held her close. "I need to know what you want, baby. Because if you love him I - I can't keep sitting here watching you with him. I can't do it."

Rachel wanted to assure Finn of everything and she wanted to be able to just be with him the way she wanted again. Rachel missed fooling around in their apartment whenever they wanted and she missed being close to him and she just missed being able to be parents to their kids together. She missed parenting with him and she missed the dynamic they had together. As he told her they couldn't continue what they were doing, she pouted. "Yeah, I know. But you're never gonna say no to me wanting you so your words don't really mean much," She said softly, a smile on her lips. Her smile dropped when she heard him continue to speak. "Finn, I-" She tried, unable to continue as he just started speaking again. She wanted to be able to talk to him about all of this but she knew that it felt impossible. Once he finished speaking, she waited for a moment as she looked down at him. "I don't love him, Finn." She said softly, looking at him. "And you have to believe me when I say that I've never said it back to him. I love you, babe. So much. I love you and only you." She whispered, her sighing softly. "I just care about him and I- I don't want to hurt him. Finn, we're really not even having sex that much anymore. I just- I want you. And I'm planning on talking to him this week. I have a little speech in my mind and everything and I... I'm just going to do it." She said softly, her smiling sadly as she looked down at him. "I know you don't want to rush me and I- I know I've been keeping you on the side for forever even though he's practically the one on the side at this point but I- I don't want it to be like that anymore. I just want you, babe. I want you and me and our kids and I don't want to worry about anything else." She just wanted to have her family back together again. "I miss you so much and I- I'm so confused about everything in my brain but the only thing that makes sense is you and I-" She stopped herself, shutting her eyes tightly for a moment as she shook her head. "I don't want to lose you and I don't want you to slip away from me. I know that I broke up with you and I- I know that I was the person to do all of this but I- losing you is terrifying to me. Doing what we're doing with our kids right now scares me and I feel like a horrible mom because I'm taking them away from you half of the time and I just can't do it anymore. I feel so shitty and I- I just never felt like this before in my life and I have no clue what I'm doing anymore."

Finn looked at Rachel sadly as their eyes met. He knew that she felt bad, he could see just by looking at her but he just wanted this situation to be over. He just wanted her back already. When she told him that she didn't love Kris, that she had never said it back to him, he knew that he needed to hear her say that more than anything. God, it made him feel so much better to know those feelings were reserved for him because he knew that his feelings were definitely only for Rachel. Fuck, he had never felt anything for another woman aside from sexual attraction. "I love you too," he told her, him sighing softly as she explained that she was planning on talking to Kris this week. He wanted to believe her, he really did, but it was hard for him to when he felt as though they would never be back to normal again. "I hope you talk to him, babe because I wanna come back home. My new apartment is nice and everything but it's not home. This is home. You and the kids are home and you have been ever since you moved in here." When she told him that they were the only thing that made sense, he smiled softly as he looked at her. "Hey, babe, it's okay," he assured her, his hand moving gently up and down her back. "First of all, you broke up with me because I was an asshole and I deserved to get kicked out because I realized that I needed to grow the fuck up. I mean, I didn't think you'd date another guy but I guess that kind of freaked me out too and made me realized that I needed to fight for you." Finn sighed as he held Rachel close to him, knowing that he didn't want her to feel like she was horrible when he knew the situation was something they had both caused. "Second of all, you're an amazing mom, baby. I know this is all really... really fucking confusing for you and I know a lot of that is my fault but I just - I love you, Rachel. And I'm right here when you're ready to let me come home. I just - I hope it's sooner than later because I really do miss you and I hate that the time I had off from work was pretty much wasted away from you and the kids when I could have been here. I just want to come home again."

Rachel didn't want to keep dragging Finn along this stupid little ride she had put him on especially because she knew that things were so horrible with everything right now. She just wanted things to go back to normal. As Finn's hand ran along her back, Rachel sighed softly and she looked down. She knew that she had broken up with him for a reason, but she hated that things were so complicated. She didn't want things to get worse and she just didn't want things to stay like this forever. She wanted things to turn around. "I didn't think I'd be dating anyone, either. I don't know, it just happened and then... I don't really know how it got here. It just feels crazy." She said, looking at him and smiling sadly. "It is confusing and I know that you get it and Mila gets it but I know that it sucks and I wish that it was easier. I know I want to be with you but a part of me feels shitty for dragging him along when we've been together behind his back this entire time. And believe me, I want you home again. All I want is to have you home. I miss waking up next to you and I miss making breakfast with you with the kids and getting them ready for bed and stuff..." She said, sighing gently before leaning down to kiss him. "I love you, Finn. So much. And I know that I want nothing more than to have you come home again. I want to be us again, you know? And I'm really looking forward to this vacation that we're going to have soon. Because then we can just... be us, you know? I can hold your hand when we're out and I can sit with you and be on top of you and not have people looking at us like we're crazy or that I'm crazy. I don't know. I just want you back, babe. And I'm so ready to have you come home again. That's all I want," She whispered before kissing him, her lips moving slowly against his before pulling away.

Finn understood Rachel feeling guilty towards Kris since they had been fucking around behind his back for the majority of their relationship. However, that was just another reason that he had a difficult time understanding her fear in breaking up with the guy. As she talked about wanting him home again, he couldn't help but smile before they shared a soft kiss. "I miss all of that to. And I haven't even gotten to cook for you yet and show off all my new skills," he told her. The two of them kissed once more and Finn sighed contently as she pulled away. "I love you too, Rach. I hope you know that because I know I suck at showing it sometimes but I really mean it. I love you more than anything and I'd do anything for you," he told her. "I can't wait to take you and the kids away on this vacation because I know we all need it. We all just - we need to be together." Finn paused for a moment as he looked at Rachel before he sighed softly. "I've been thinking a lot about our break up and... and all the shit that led to it and I just I remember you saying to me that things weren't the same since the miscarriage. And I think I just - I got freaked out, you know? Because it made me realize how serious this all is and how much I love you and the kids and how scared I was to fuck it up and I just ended up fucking it up anyway." Finn brushed his hand gently through Rachel's hair and he offered her a small smile. "I'm not gonna do that to you again, Rachel. And I know that's one of the reasons you're scared to break up with Kris, right? Because no matter how much you love me you're a little scared of me. Of my, you know, shitty track record. But I'm never going to hurt you like that again, I promise." A small smile pulled up at the corner of his lips before he pressed his lips to hers, kissing her slowly and passionately before he pulled away slowly. "You're the only woman for me, baby. Emotionally - and definitely sexually," he said teasingly as his hand slipped down to rest on her ass, him trying to lighten the mood a bit since things were so serious. "I'll prove that to you for the rest of my life," he whispered huskily before he started trailing soft kisses along her jaw.

Rachel wanted desperately to be close to Finn again. She missed be able to just be with him and experience what it felt like to be his girl again. She felt that way now, but she just wanted to be able to be with him no matter what. "Mm, I want to see all your new skills." She whispered, smiling down at him. As he began to speak about the miscarriage, she nodded gently and bit down on her bottom lip. "I know. I just- I know we went through a hard time then and I know that I was kind of distant and you were too but when all of that pain was over, things just... weren't the same." She wished they would have just been back to normal, but she knew that things weren't exactly the same anymore. "It was a hard time, and it makes or breaks people. It just... broke us for a little bit. But now we're better. You're different. I'm different. It's just... all different." Feeling him run his hand through her hair, she looked away from his eyes for a moment, knowing that it was part of the reason that she was scared of breaking up with Kris. She knew that Finn just was able to tell right away when things weren't changing. "I- I was always scared of you, babe. I was so scared that you'd just not want me anymore because you'd find someone better or someone hotter that could give you more. I was so terrified of anything that was going to happen between us. But I'm not really that scared anymore. Being with you the way you are now? It makes me feel so confident in our relationship. I always thought I had to change before but now I don't ever feel like that anymore. I just want to be us again, babe." She said, her letting her eyes shut as he went to press kisses along her jaw. "Mm, I know you will. I can't wait to be with you every single day of my life." Rachel whispered her words softly until she turned her head to capture his lips in hers, Rachel smiling into the kiss. She got lost in the kiss for a few moments before she pulled away, looking down at him. "So do you want to start proving it to me now?" Rachel let a soft giggle leave her lips, her leaning down to kiss him again with a smile on her lips.

Finn hated that Rachel was scared of him, scared of him leaving or scared of not being good enough for him when in reality he didn't even deserve her. She was the most amazing person he had ever known and the fact that she loved him was something that he didn't think he'd ever understand. How could someone as amazing as her love someone like him? "Baby there is no one better or hotter than you, okay? When we broke up and I - I hooked up with girls... it didn't feel like it used to. Before we ever met it felt good having random hook ups but after everything we've been through? I don't want that anymore," he said softly. "I woke up one morning and thought for a second that the girl in my bed was you and when I realized it wasn't I just - I stopped. I realized that you're the only girl I want to wake up with in the morning." As they kissed softly, Finn could feel her smiling against his lips and he couldn't help but smile too. God, he loved her so much and he knew that this was where they were meant to be. This was how everything was supposed to be. When she pulled out of the kiss, he looked into her eyes and raised his eyebrows as she spoke. Before he could say anything, she pressed her lips back to his and he laughed softly into the kiss before he pulled away for a moment. "I swear, a part of me thinks you're keeping this guy around because you like the whole sneaking around thing," he said with a smirk as he shifted on the couch slightly, him moving to sit up and keeping her on his lap. Finn moved his hands to her hips to tug her closer to him before he started pressing kisses along her jaw and down her neck, him pausing to nibble teasingly at her pulse point. "How do you want me to prove it to you, baby?" he asked her as he slid his hands beneath the fabric of the shirt she was wearing to cup her breasts in his palms. Fuck, he loved her body. "Because I can take it nice and slow if you want, you know? Appreciate every little inch of you," he whispered in her ear as he flicked his thumbs against her nipples teasingly before he resumed his kisses along her neck. "Or I can fuck you so hard on this couch that you won't be able to stay quiet if you want to." Finn smirked as he continued to kiss along her soft skin, more than aware of the fact that he would never get tired of being with her like this.

Rachel smiled slightly as Finn moved to sit up a bit ion the couch, still keeping her in his lap. "I mean, sneaking around is kind of sexy," She whispered softly, a teasing smile on her lips. She didn't want to sneak around forever, but she definitely found it thrilling. And well, fucking while Kris was in the next room was kind of terrifying but it turned her on just thinking about it because she knew it would be so easy to get caught. Rachel let her eyes shut gently as he started moving his lips against her skin, a soft sigh escaping her lips. "Hmm, I don't know. What are my options?" She whispered as she felt his hands move underneath of her shirt. She loved to feel him touching her and she knew that she just always wanted him close to her as much as possible. She never got tired of this. "We can save the nice and slow option for another day. I'm gonna take a raincheck for that," She said, her gripping onto his shirt for a moment as he continued to move his lips down her neck. "And babe, I can stay quiet. I just usually choose not to be quiet because I know you hearing me moan your name gets you off. I can totally be quiet. And you fucking me on the couch sounds kind of hot." She paused for a moment, her running her hand through his hair slightly. "We've been fucking in a lot of different places lately. I'm pretty sure we've been out of a bed more than we've actually been in a bed," She said teasingly. Rachel moved her hips against his for a moment, her wrapping her arms around his neck slightly to pull herself a little closer to him.

Finn knew he was quickly getting Rachel worked up and he knew that he'd never get tired of being with her like this. He'd never get tired of touching her and exploring every inch of her body to get her off. "Oh, you're gonna take a raincheck, huh? Okay. I guess we can save the slow option for when we have more time because I definitely miss that. I love making you cum over and over again when we have hours," he told her, him feeling her grip on his shirt tighten. As she spoke, he couldn't help but laugh softly for a moment. "I can totally be quiet sound like last words to me, baby," he said with a smirk on his face. "I love you but there's no way in hell you can be quiet without kissing me or without me putting my hand over your mouth." Finn smiled at Rachel as she ran her hand through his hair and he moved his hands back to rest on her hips as she spoke. "Hm, we have been fucking in a lot of different places lately. A bed almost seems weird at this point," he said teasingly. When she moved her hips against his, Finn bit down on his lip as he looked at her with lust in his eyes before he tugged her shirt up and over her head, quickly tossing it onto the floor. "Nothing will ever get boring with us, you know that? We're gonna be fucking in random places until we're old," he said with a laugh before he pressed his lips to his. Finn quickly slipped his hand between her legs and beneath the fabric of her underwear, him smiling into the kiss as he felt her wetness beneath his touch. "I hope you know when we do take it nice and slow, I wanna go down on you. It's been too long and I wasn't lying the other day at lunch when I said my favorite flavor is berry," he breathed out between heated kisses before he slipped his fingers into her, wanting to get her even more worked up for him. "Mm, Rach. When you're ready, I want you on your hands and knees for me," he told her, a smirk on his face as he pulled out of the kiss for a moment, his eyes meeting hers. "You don't have a problem with that since you're so good at staying quiet, right baby?" he asked her, knowing that he was pretty much asking for them to get caught since there was no way in hell she could keep quiet without his help.

Rachel knew that she really couldn't ever be quiet, but she did try when they were actually in positions like this. She knew that she needed to work on holding herself together, but half of the time she just couldn't help it. She wanted to be close to Finn and he just made her feel things that no one else really could. Plus, with Kris down the hall, she wasn't exactly going to start making a ton of noise when she'd be afraid of him waking up. She didn't want to change anything. Not in the slightest. "Well, then those are definitely options if I can't stay quiet. I promise I'll try," She said with a soft giggle as he took her shirt off and put it onto the floor. "I know we're gonna be fucking everywhere. I mean, babe, we'll fuck anywhere. Neither of us care. So... us being old isn't going to stop us. And stop making me think about us being old. We're only in our twenties, I don't want to think about wrinkles yet," She said, her sighing slightly as he moved his hands beneath the fabric of her underwear. She was pretty sure that she'd never change -- the simplest touch could always get her going with Finn because she knew exactly what would come after just the simple touches. "Mm, I know you weren't lying," She breathed out against him, her lips moving against his between every couple of words. She wanted anything that he wanted -- she was always up to anything with Finn because it was always good. Just a kiss was amazing with Finn -- but that's how everything was with him. Everything was better. "I'm always ready, babe." She said with a soft smirk, leaning forward to kiss him. "And you're right. I am really good at staying quiet. I mean, if I'm not, you can always punish me later," She said with a wink and a soft giggle before she moved off of him. Rachel took off her shorts and underwear, her tossing them to the side slightly with a slight smirk and went to move onto her hands and knees like he wanted her to, her moving her hair to one side of her neck to get it away from her face slightly. Honestly, Rachel knew that a few years ago, anything that just plain old vanilla sex was out of the question for her, but with Finn, she just wanted to do anything. Plus, well, the idea of getting caught was definitely helping her at the moment. She just wanted to get things going because she knew that they didn't have that much time, but that was never really much of an obstacle for them.

Finn laughed when Rachel told him not to talk about them getting old. It amazed him that picturing that with her wasn't really something that scared him anymore and he knew it was because they were meant to be together. After everything they had been through during this break up, he was more than positive that there was no one else for him and he wanted her for the rest of his life. When she told him that she was always ready, Finn looked at her with lust in his eyes, the two of the kissing eagerly as he felt himself getting even more turned on. "Fuck," he breathed out when she told him that if she wasn't quiet that he could punish her later. Yeah, she definitely knew exactly what to say to make him turned on in an instant. "You are so fucking sexy, baby," he told her as he watched her pull off her shorts and underwear. He just watched her for a moment before he pulled off his t-shirt and got out of his sweatpants and underwear as well. There was no way in hell he planned on wasting any more time when he just wanted to fuck her already. "I love you so fucking much," he breathed out, him pressing a kiss to her lower back before he leaned up on his knees behind her. Finn lined himself up at her opening before he pushed into her, a soft groan escaping his lips as he did so. He moved his hands to her hips as he started thrusting into her, him moving into her hard and fast. "I knew you were bad ever since I met you, you know," he told her as he looked down at her with lust burning in his eyes. "And I always knew you'd like getting fucked from behind." Finn bit down on his lip as he moved his hips a bit faster against hers, knowing that he wanted to give her as much pleasure as possible. "Only I can fuck you like this, right baby?" he asked her with a smirk on his face. He knew that she was trying to stay quiet, that she didn't want to wake Kris, but he couldn't help but want to get her to lose control with how good he made her feel.

Rachel was positive that she'd never get bored of anything she did with Finn. Everything was always amazing and she just never wanted to forget what any of this felt like. It was so addicting to feel all of this and she knew that she'd never want to experience half of the things she did with Finn with anyone else. Plus, she knew Finn better than anyone and she was always able to get him going with pretty much just a few words or a look. But then again, he could do the exact same to her. It was just a constant battle between the two of them to see who could crack first. "Fuck," She breathed out as he pushed inside of her, Rachel biting down on her bottom lip after a moment. She knew that she had to keep quiet, but a part of her also really didn't want to. A partof her wanted Kris to just catch them so she could just forget about everything that was going on between them so she could be with Finn. Rachel just wanted to be with Finn and not have to worry about anything else. "Fuck, I'll do anything with you." She breathed out, knowing that if anything felt like this, she'd do it in a heartbeat. Rachel let a soft moan escape her lips as he continued to move against her, Rachel letting her head fall forward slightly. Everything was always so overwhelming in the best way and she never wanted to forget what it felt like. And she already knew that Finn would have no problem reminding her whenever she needed it. "You probably want us to get caught, right?" She breathed out, her muffling a moan. "You want me to be loud?" She continued, her breathing heavily as Finn continued to move against her.

Finn smirked as Rachel told him that she would do anything with him. He loved that he had really woken up the sexual side of her because he knew when they had first met, she probably wouldn't have been into any of this. But he could see that side of her just waiting to be explored the second they met and he loved that they had such an intense connection to each other. He looked at her with lust in his eyes as a soft moan escaped her lips, him clutching onto her hips as he continued to thrust into her hard and fast. "You know I want us to get caught, baby," he breathed out, him biting down on his lip as pleasure surged through his body. "I want you moaning my name and I want him to fucking hear it. I want everyone to know I'm the only one who can fuck you like this." Finn panted as he continued to thrust into Rachel, him slipping his hand around her and between her legs, him immediately finding her clit. He wanted to overwhelm her with pleasure and he knew that he'd never get tired of this with her. God, how could he ever get tired of anything that was so fucking good? Finn looked down to watch himself sliding in and out of her and he couldn't help but groan softly at the sight. "I love fucking you so much," he breathed out huskily. Finn increased the pressure of his hand on her clit while his other hand stayed in place at her hip, keeping her body steady as he continued to fuck her with everything he had.

Rachel moaned softly as he said that he wanted them to get caught. Honestly, them getting caught probably wouldn't be the worst thing in the world, especially because she knew that they were doing this for what felt like a lifetime now -- just sneaking around. She didn't hate it necessarily, but she also just wanted it to be over so things could be normal. "Mm, fuck." She moaned at his words, her sucking in a breath as Finn started to move his hand between her legs to find her clit. She already knew that she wasn't going to last because everything was just so intense and the idea of getting caught definitely helped things move along. "I'm close," She moaned out, her biting down on her bottom lip as he continued to move against her. Finn just knew exactly what to do to get her going and to get her off and she knew that she could do the same for him. No matter what her and Finn were doing, they were always able to just feel as amazing as possible. It didn't take Rachel much longer to cum, her unable to stop herself from letting a moan of his name escape her lips as she slipped over the edge. Rachel quickly bit her lip to stop any other noises from leaving her lips, her letting her head fall forward slightly as she just enjoyed the after effects of her amazing orgasm. She'd never get tired of being with him and she knew that every single time things just got better. "Mm, babe. So fucking good," She breathed out, her breathing out heavily as she tried to calm herself down.

Finn bit down on his lip as pleasure coursed through his veins with every thrust of his hips. Sex with Rachel truly was unlike any other sex he ever had in his life and he knew it was because of the intensity and love between them. When she told him that she was close, he increased the pressure of his hand on her clit while he continued to thrust into her, knowing that he was right on the edge with her. When he felt her muscles clench around him and heard her moan out his name, a deep groan escaped his lips as he joined her over the edge and came into her hard. "Fuck," he breathed out, him moving his hand from her clit and slowing his thrusts as they rode out their orgasms together. His breathing was heavy as he stopped his movements and he couldn't help but smile as she spoke. "So fucking good," he said in agreement before he pulled out of her gently. "And I told you that you couldn't stay quiet." Finn smirked before he leaned down to press gentle kisses along the smooth skin of her back while his hand traveled back down to her clit, him teasing her gently before he pulled his hand away. "You're so sexy, babe," he told her. "I love knowing that I can make you cum so hard," he told her. Finn moved to lay back on the couch, a content smile on his face as he looked at Rachel. "I could also look at you naked all day. Especially right after we've fucked and I know your body is taken care of," he said as he admired the sight of her, knowing that there was truly nothing hotter than looking at her like this.

Rachel moaned softly as he moved his hand back to her clit, her arching her back slightly because she was still so sensitive and so worked up. Rachel just rolled her eyes playfully as he told her that she couldn't stay quiet, her moving slightly as he went to lay back down on the couch. "Well, I definitely love when you look at me naked all day because we both know that you can't just look for too long," She said with a soft laugh, her moving to lay on top of him, her tucking herself into his side for a moment. Pressing a kiss to his jaw, Rachel sighed contently and she let her eyes shut for a moment. She loved having sex with Finn, but one of her favorite parts was just being able to lay with him afterwards because she wanted to just be close to him and relax. "Mm, I love you," She breathed against his skin before letting her eyes shut for a moment. "I wish I could stay here all night." Rachel knew that she technically could just stay here all night, but she didn't think that staying here naked with him was the best idea when Kris was down the hall. "We should probably get dressed," She murmured, her leaning up a little more to press a soft kiss to his lips. "It feels good to just be close to you again. I missed this more than anything. Just laying with you and relaxing and everything. I can't wait to just get away with you soon and have this all of the time."

Finn smirked as Rachel told him that he couldn't just look at her naked for so long. He knew she was definitely right. He wasn't exactly good at looking without touching. When she moved to lay on top of him, her tucked into his side, he immediately wrapped his arms around her and he couldn't help but smile as she pressed her lips to his jaw. It amazed him how relaxed he felt when he laid with her like this after sex and he knew he only ever felt like this with her. "I love you too, baby," he breathed out as he ran his hand gently up and down along her back, holding her close to him. "I wish you could stay here all night too. I don't want you to go back to him," he whispered softly. Finn knew that Rachel wouldn't stay with him when Kris was down the hall but it also really hurt him to know that she was going to leave him to sleep in their bed with another guy. God, this whole situation was so fucked up. When she said that they should get dressed, he looked at her sadly before they shared a soft kiss. "I miss it too, baby. And I can't wait for our vacation too but you know I really can't wait until this is just our lives again. I just - I want this to be every night the way it used to be." Finn sighed as he held Rachel in his arms, him moving his hand up to brush through her hair for a moment. "I love you so fucking much, you know that? More than anything," he told her. "I just can't wait until I have you back the way we're supposed to be."

Rachel sighed gently as he said that he didn't want her to go back to him. Honestly, she didn't really want to go back to him either, but she was going to change things. Quickly. She knew that she needed to. She couldn't keep going about this every single day and she hated feeling like she was sneaking around when the guy she was sneaking around with was the father of her kids. It just was stupid to feel this way when she knew everything had an easy fix. "Me too. I want this to be our lives again because I just- I miss it, you know?" She said softly, her sighing contently as his hand ran through her hair. "I love you too, Finn. So much. I can't wait to you have you back for real. And our family back." She said, leaning up to kiss him softly again before looking into his eyes for a moment. "I know you're frustrated and I- I know that things are hard right now but I promise it's going to get better," She whispered, leaning forward to kiss him again before she went to sit up next to him, her grabbing her shirt that was near the couch, her throwing it on and offering him a small smile, her hand moving to brush along his cheek for a moment, her thumb running along his skin. "I've only ever wanted you," She whispered, her looking into his eyes for a moment before smiling gently and moving her hand away to grab her underwear and her shorts from the ground to pull them on, her sighing softly as she still sat on the edge of the seat, not wanting to have to leave. "Uhm... since you're here, I guess you can take Peyton with you tomorrow morning. I'm sure she'll want to spend time with you and you were supposed to see her tomorrow at some point anyway." Rachel sighed and looked down, her looking down at her hands in her lap before she yawned slightly, her chuckling gently. "Now I'm definitely tired. I can't wait to actually sleep."

Finn smiled softly when Rachel said that she couldn't wait to have him and their family back for real. When she kissed him, he knew that he just wanted to hold her in his arms for the rest of the night and never let go and he just wished they could have their lives back. "I know," he said softly when she said that everything would get better. As she sat up, Finn sighed before he moved to sit up as well, him leaning down to grab his underwear and pull them back on. When she brushed her hand along his cheek, Finn leaned into her touch for a moment. "I know, babe. And I've only ever wanted you too." He bit down on his lip and sighed as he watched her finished getting dressed before he tugged on his t-shirt and sweatpants. He looked over at her as she stayed seated beside him and when she told him that he could take Peyton with him in the morning, he nodded. "Yeah, maybe I'll take her out to breakfast. She really seemed to want to have a day with just me and her, you know? I just feel bad that she's been noticing the both of us not being there all the time." When she yawned, Finn smiled softly at her before he leaned over to press a kiss to her cheek. "You better be tired," he said teasingly. "Go to sleep, babe. I'll see you in the morning, okay? And uh, you know, soon enough we'll have our lives back." Finn didn't want to act all moody about everything but he knew that as much as she assured him that things would be back to normal soon that he still was scared. He just wanted Rachel back and it hurt him more than he really wanted to admit that she was going back to their bed to fall asleep next to another guy when she was meant to be beside him.

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Black Butterflies - 3

Here it is, much awaited part 3. Don’t forget to give me feedback. Plus re-blog and recommend others my blog if you liked it so far :) And the base of flashback has been borrowed from @secret-rendezvous1d I did some editing here and there. Thanks to her !

*Minor SMUT WARNING*

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Part - 2

Word count :: 2507

Harry thew his head back in pleasure as he rolled his hips against Kristine. They still were at Disneyland with kids and didn’t get time to catch up with each other. So after putting his kids to bed, he started it all by kissing her. His lips trailing kisses down her neck, leaving purple marks on her neck. 

‘fuck Harry do something.” Kristine whimpered beneath her. Her chest rising with every breath she took pressing it against his. His silver chain hanging from his neck as he hovered her and slowly pushed himself inside her. Her wetness making it easy for harry to slide his thick shaft inside her in a one swift motion.  Her hands coming in contact with his muscular back as she dragged her nails along it.

The next hour was spent making love fucking.

Harry rolled off her after reaching his heights and laid beside her. She smiled and rested her head on his chest. 

He didn’t felt right. The feeling was foreign for him. She felt unfamiliar. Soon her soft snores filled the room. and Harry found himself awake in bed staring blankly at the ceiling. His mind was going crazy with a chaos of thoughts. Why was he feeling like this? He himself din’t know. The feeling was making him sick making him questioning himself what was going on.

He started question, did he actually loved Kristine or was it just a illusion. Shaking his head, brushing the thoughts away he pulled her sleeping figure close to his chest.

“Of course I love her” he mumbled and closed his eyes.

You hissed to self as blood gushed out of your finger that you cut while chopping the veggies. You opened the tap and put it under the cool running water. The cool sensation giving relief to you as you padded to the front door to open it where Anne stood carrying a bag with her.

“Elo darling” She said cheerfully pulling you in a tight hug. Her warm affection warming your cold body up. You smiled at her cheerful spirit before pulling away.

“Come inside mum.” You said.

Mum. The very first time you met her and called Mrs. Twist she asked you to call her mum instead. She said that you too were like Gemma to her and calling her Mrs. Twist would embarrass her hearing it from her daughter.

Anne was much of a best friend to you than a mother-in-law. She was always there when you needed her. Whenever you and Harry fought, you’d always ask her for help and knowing his son well, she’d help you. You told her everything. And having her as a mother made you feel lucky

“So, how’re yeh doin’?” She asked rubbing th back of your hand with her thumb sitting on the couch with you as you both sipped on your tea.

“Very well. Thank you. What about you?” You asked putting your cup down on the coffee table.

“I’m good. How’re yeh ?” She asked again.

“i uh i said I’m good”

“I asked you how’re yeh?” She asked once again and there was no backing up from it now. Tears welled up in your eyes and you looked down and sniffed.

“Not good mum. I’m breaking inside. God I feel dead “ You sobbed and were pulled inside the arms of that lovely lady.

“There it is baby. Let it out sweet. Cry all yeh want” she cooed. Her soft voice made weep  as you wrapped your arms around her crying your heart out.

“I feel yeh “ She said and after a few minutes of good crying, you pulled away. You noticed her navy blue tee had a damp spot from your tears. You wiped your tears and nose with the back of your hand. And it did helped you. Crying out did help you made feel better.

“I am disgusted with my son right now. Never expected him to do this. I’m sorry he caused you so much pain” she said sympathetically cupping your right cheek.

“He just chose to leave instead of fighting. That’s all mum” You cried softly.

“I feel yeh love. I’ve been at your place before” She said. And she wasn’t lying. The only difference was that their decision of separation was mutual unlike you guys.

“I can’t believe he’d do something like that. He always told me how much he loved you”

“It’s okay mum. Love fades away” 

“You really love her, don’t you?”

He looks across to his mother as she nurses her cup of tea, cosied up into Robin’s side, with a smile on her face. The lamps around the room giving her face a gentle glow, shadows forming from her features as Harry’s fingers drag up his your arm softly.

“I really do,” he whispers, nodding softly, “absolutely smitten with her, I am.”

“I think the feeling is very much mutual,” she smiles, leaning forward and setting her mug on a coaster on the coffee table, reaching over to grab his free hand and perching on the armrest beside her son, “she’s wonderful. She really is. I’ve never seen you with such a huge smile on your face before. She’s what you need. Someone to keep you grounded and to stop you from swimming off and getting too crazy.”

 “dropping her coffee over my shoes that day was what got us here today. I love her. I really do. She’s changed my life over the last 8 months, mum, and I realised that I’ve never been so crazy for someone before. I love her. It makes me so happy that you like her, as well,” he smiles, looking down at you and pressing a kiss to your forehead, “I think I’m going to take her to bed. I’m going to take her off into Holmes Chapel tomorrow and show her everything I used to get up to. You’re welcome to join us if you want to come.”

“Oh, no. No, you have some time together. We’ve spent all day with you,” Anne smiles, cupping his face in her hand and pressing a kiss to his forehead, “I’ll have a nice breakfast set out for you both tomorrow. Be up for 8, okay?”

He nods, adjusting his arms around you lifting you to his chest, standing to his feet and bidding a goodnight before he’s making his way up the stairs.

Anne felt her heart aching as she remembered the memories of Harry bringing you to their house for the first time. His lips were spread in a wide grin. She loved how happy he looked and knew you were the one. But now she felt broken. She never expected any of her kid to have divorce in future as she taught them that single thing can destroy many lives.

Thinking of her daughter-in-law brought tears to her eyes. She knew how hard the situation was for her and she felt vulnerable because there’s nothing she could do ease the pain of the poor girl. Nothing but pray to god.

“Eat” Kristine ordered bringing the spoon full of porridge to Noah’s mouth. Harry was in the bathroom and asked Kristine to feed Noah. And without denying she nodded and sat little toddler on baby chair and started feeding her. But he didn’t seem to like her attitude.Since the say Harry brought kids along with Kristine, she felt that Harry payed more attention to kids than her. Once she even wore short exposing clothes to arouse Harry, but instead of getting turned on, Harry grabbed her by her elbow gently and took inside the room only to scold her not to wear such clothes around kids It only flamed the fire inside Kristine more for his kids.

She tried feeding Noah forcefully when he suddenly pushed her away, spilling porridge all over her t-shirt and some on her hair.

“What’ve you done?!?!” she roared scaring Noah. Hearing his cries, Rose came running from the other room and started calming down his brother. But when her eyes fell on Kristine, he couldn’t help but let out a laugh seeing porridge sticking to her hair. Kristine’s eyes flared up with anger as she stood up and hovered Rose. Her hand rising up in the air.

Poor girl’s eyes filled with fear sensing what 

“you little piece of s-” she spat when suddenly rose ran and stuck to fer father’s leg crying.

“Daddy!!!” she cried as harry picked her up.

“Wha’s wrong poppet?” Harry asked rubbing her back.

“Kr-Kristine was going to hit me” she sobbed in his neck. Harry pulled away, his eyebrows furrowed as he set her down.

“What? I could never do that to you” Kristine cooed changing herself like a chameleon crouching beside Harry, in front of Rose. She pushed her hand away when Kristine tried to touch her.

“You lie!” Rose cried.

“Sh-she even was saying the S word” Rose cried.

“Oh god. “ Kristine said covering her mouth as tears fell down her eyes. Harry instantly wrapped his arms around her pulling her to him. 

“Apologize to kris” Harry old rose rubbing the small back of Kristine.

“No” Rose refused shaking her head showing Harry attitude.

“Don’ Rose. I said apologize” Harry warned and once again Rose denied. It set Harry off the verge. Harry stood up and took a breath trying not to explode on her daughter but he was helpless.

“GO TO YOUR ROOM NOW!” He shouted, making everyone in the room flinch. His loud voice making Noah to burst in tear once again. Rose’s breath hitched in as tears flooded her eyes.

“I hate you” she mumbled ever so softly before helping his brother down the chair and running to her room with him.

After coming back to his senses. He felt hurt. He felt disgusted for scaring his little girl like that. His own eyes getting wet as he sat on the ground with his head in his hands sobbing quietly. Kristine took the chance and brought him to her chest rubbing his back.

“Shhh baby. It’s okay”

As soon as Rose finished up telling you what happened to them on vacation, Y/n stomped out of her house and drove to their Harry’s house. Unfortunately, he wasn’t their and you were greeted by none other than his girlfriend, who was dressed in nothing but a pair of panties and his t-shirt.

“Oh hi. Come inside” she said  stepping aside for y/n to come in and she gladly did. Seeing Kristine was making his blood boil. Especially when she was wearing the ring in her necklace that you gifted Harry. You felt sick thinking about how stupid you were to fall for a guys like that.

“Stop” Y/n said trying to be calm. She didn’t wanted any foreplay.

“What?” Kristine asked innocently clearly aware as to why y/n was there.

“Stop being so two faced.And how dare you talk to my kids like that?!” Y/n shouted.

“Oh really? But you husband, oops i mean my boyfriend doesn’t seems to be bothered about it. And about your kids, it’ll be better f you keep them to yourself.” she said standing with her hands on her hips.

“Harry is their father! They have the whole right to be with him! And oh my god I cannot believe he actually likes a bitch like you!”

“Oh please darling he loves me. Probably because I’m not ugly,fat and emotional mess like you. When he spent that night with me, he told me how much he regretted marrying you and voila I helped him every night. All the time he said he was out, he was with me, inside me actually” she laughed

“and you know what? He’s smitten over me” She said. You let out a sob as her words hit you like a knife but you had to be strong, for your kids.

“God. He’s an Idiot. Never knew he fuck buddy would turn out to be someone like you” You spat hatefully.

“Wha’ do ya mean” Said a heavy voice. You turned around and saw Harry standing at the porch, Kristine wasted no time running to him and crying fake tears.

“shh baby. “ Harry said kissing her head before making his way to you. Your heart beat fastened as you took in to his face. He looked mesmerizing. So pure and gentle. He looked so good and it was clear that the divorce wasn’t affecting him where you looked completed opposite but he was too blinded to see how much you were hurting.

“I-I can’t believe you yelled at Rose” you stammered as he hovered you.

“Had to do that t’ teach her some manners. And wha’ did yeh by fuck buddy huh? I love her! Ge’ this fucking thing in your brain.” he said. He was getting red with every word he said.

“It’s alright Haz. I’m okay” Kristine said clutching to his arm sounding so poor and petite. All you wanted to do was to punch her straight in the face.

“No Kris! Nobody talks to m’love like that” He said eyeing you. His eyes dug in you were burning you. You felt naked and wrapped your arms around yourself but the time wasn’t to be. It was to fight.

“I didn’t said anything wrong Harry styles! She’s nothing but a slut, a fuck buddy whom you fucked every night, you spent every night with her moaning where I sat at home, awake the whole night wondering if you’re okay! While you’re kids kept asking for you!”

“And did you ever asked meh why was I? Let me tell yeh because you never were enough! Seeing your face disgusted me!” He yelled. His voice echoed in the house while every word he said.

Your heart clenched. Your chest felt heavy again as a tear rolled down your cheek. Never in a million years you thought he’d say something like this, but he did.

“You are the biggest regret of  my life” You whispered.

“If you’re done, I’d like you to leave” He said looking away. 

“didn’t you hear him Y/n?” Kristine said her tears all gone now replaced by happiness of you crying. You knew she was trying to evoke you and damn it did work. 

“Shut up you bit-” And before you could finish the whole sentence, Harry grabbed you my your elbow harshly and dragged to the porch.

“Get the fuck outta my house!”

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Oh well well. I’ve started hating Harry while writing this. Feedback please!