#I’ve heard someone make a joke that she wrote twist and shout and personally i think that joke has to go as it’s offensive to taylor swift

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why does every single big fandom have a niche running joke that taylor swift wrote at least one of their major fanfictions

#the amount of ‘she wrote all the young dudes’ jokes I’ve seen on tiktok #I was like. wait u lot make that joke too? #I’ve heard someone make a joke that she wrote twist and shout and personally i think that joke has to go as it’s offensive to taylor swift #I do understand the vibes behind the jokes tho she has written what generally amounts to song famfiction on more than a few occasions #so she just has the vibes of someone who would write an obscenely long fanfiction if she became obsessed with a media #lucys ramblings

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Deep End - Chapter 11: Date Night

…in which Ezi’s first date gets interfered.

Word count: 2.5k

AU: famous!harry, siren!mc, adult modern retelling of the little mermaid? lol, fake dating, enemies to lovers.

WARNING: MATURE THEMES

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A/N: sorry this chapter is so short. I was emotionally unstable when I wrote this last week :D I'll try to write more for the next one.

Also, please follow my writing account on Instagram: @allie.writes :) Don't forget to leave comments on this chapter!

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“Hey, do you remember Dolores?” Dawson asked.

“How could I forget?” Ezili murmured, eyeing her sister up and down.

Of course Ezi remembered Dolores. She couldn’t if she tried. Whenever she looked at Koa, all she saw was what she could never be, what her mother wished that she was, and it only made her despise herself. When she’d first arrived here, she had felt so out of place, but at the same time, free. She still revisited her old life in her sleep, which made her wake up screaming during the night. And despite all the struggles she’d gone through, she felt appreciated. Harry wasn’t anywhere near great, but he wasn’t bad. He looked out for her even though she wasn’t his kind. And she knew if her mother knew she felt this way about a human, she would not be standing here.

But why was she thinking about Harry? He wasn’t here. She snapped out of her thoughts and looked around as the vibrant atmosphere of the night market drowned out her thoughts. Her sister came forward and pulled her into a hug. She could feel Koa’s claws leaving marks on her shoulders, but she knew it was just her imagination.

Koa withdrew with a smile and lifted those perfect human hands with short blunt nails and twisted her hair into a bun. She looked so human, so natural. Ezili wondered how Koa it, but then she caught a glimpse of the trident hanging on a chain around her neck. She’d been using magic.

Immediately, Ezili grabbed Dawson’s hand and pulled him to her side. Koa tilted her head, looking quite confused, which Ezili knew was all an act. Meanwhile, Dawson was blushing. He cleared his throat. “So...Dolores is also here for the book fair. Mind if she joins us?”

“Not at all,” Ezili said with a tight smile.

“Great!” Koa said, hands clasped against her chest.

Ezili tried to figure out what her sister’s intentions were. Was she here to kill Ezili? Was she here to kill Harry? What if she thought Dawson was Ezili’s new target and was here to kill him? Also, how many humans had she killed for her to be here, dressed, act, and talk like a real human girl?

Ezili walked beside Koa as the girl went on and on about how she’d just moved to London, and all the places she’d visited and enjoyed. She must have got all this information from the magic of the trident. She couldn’t be more human than Ezili, who’d had to learn everything by herself.

“Harry?”

Ezili’s heart gave a lurch when she spotted his face in the crowd. It started with a feeling of comfort, like finding a warm bed in the middle of the raging ocean. But then a tidal wave of anxiety crashed down upon her, and she momentarily forgot about Dawson and her sister. She rushed toward him, pushing past a group of tourists and teenagers who cursed at her.

“There you are!” Harry said, spreading his arms. “My favourite fish.”

“What are you doing here?” she hissed and tugged hard at his sleeve. “Why did you follow me here?”

“I didn’t follow you here.”

“Liar.”

“I’m not,” Harry sighed and poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue as he looked around. “Where’s Dawson anyway? Why are you standing here all by yourself?”

Ezili had no time for his questions. “Harry, go home.”

“I’m here to buy books!”

“Oh, yeah? What books?”

“This one,” he said, grabbing a random book from a display shelf they were in front of.

“The Sex Life of Pets?”

“Oh.” His smile dropped as he read the title. “I mean, it does look kinda interesting.”

“Harry, go home. I’m fine.”

“I don’t think you are. Dawson left you here all by yourself.”

“He’s taking care of something,” Ezili said anxiously as she put her arms around herself and rubbed. The air was getting cold. She hadn’t had to feel the cold when she’d been a siren. She hated how weak humans were. A slight change of the weather could get them all messed up.

She was about to tell Harry to go home right now because her sister was here, and Dawson might be in danger. Ezili’s job here was to kill one of these men, not save them every single time. But to her surprise, Harry took off his coat and put it around her shoulders. “Come home with me,” he said, gently. “If you stay here, you might get lost among all these tourists.”

“No, you go home,” she said, pushing his shoulder, but he didn’t budge. “It’s not safe here for you.”

“How?” he chuckled. “I know London like the back of my hand.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Ezili, you’re acting stran—” Harry was about to finish his sentence when his smile vanished. He pointed over Ezili’s shoulder. “Is that Dawson talking to your sister?”

Ezili whirled around, relieved to find Dawson still alive, but the grin her sister gave her while Dawson was talking to a seller made her uneasy.

“Harry, go home,” she snapped at Harry, shoved him hard so he stumbled back. If something happened, she could only save one of them, and she knew for a fact it would be Harry.

“I’m not going home and leaving you here—”

“And I won’t save you if my sister does something again. I’ll save Dawson, and you don’t want to die, do you?”

At first, she thought those words were all harmless, until she saw the way Harry’s smile dropped, and his shoulders slumped. He said nothing, only nodded. Koa and Dawson were heading towards them now. It was too risky to have Harry here.

“Go!” she shouted and pushed him hard. He didn’t joke about it or react, just held her gaze for a moment and walked away.

“Is that Harry? Harry!”

“He’s leaving, Dawson,” Ezili said and turned to her sister. “Could you come with me to the restroom?”

“Yeah, sure!” Koa happily said, then waved at a puzzled Dawson as she got dragged away.

“What are you trying to do?” Ezili asked in Séren when they were far enough from Dawson, but not too far; she still needed to keep an eye on him just in case.

“Nothing,” Koa answered in their mother tongue. “Although Pretty Boy over there looks quite delicious.”

“Stop it!” Ezili snapped. “You’ve been breaking so many rules around here. You’re not allowed to use the magic of the trident for personal gains.”

“Mother entrusted me with it,” Koa mused.

“I’m sure she’d be happy to know what you’d used it for,” Ezili said, disgusted.

Koa’s dark pink lips curled to the side. “You’re jealous,” she said, leaning back, arms crossed.

Ezili had no time for this. “Please go home,” she told her sister. “I have things under control here. I’ll return in a year with the heart.”

“But you don’t have a whole year,” Koa said. “One year could be a lifetime for these creatures. Humans are fickle. They can stay married for twenty years and still can’t love each other.”

Ezili scoffed, eyebrows raised. “Does the trident tell you that?”

“No, Dolores did,” Koa said, twirling a strand of hair around her finger innocently as if she weren’t talking about someone she’d murdered for no reason. “She hated her husband,” she went on. “I heard her talking on the phone with someone about how she had never loved him, and they had two grown children together. Can you believe it? These creatures made up the thing called ‘marriage’ - a lifetime commitment, which they could not keep up with themselves. And as much as your pretty head wants to see the good in these filthy creatures. They are far from good. Not only do they harm other living things, they also harm their own kind. Physically and emotionally.” Koa put her hand on Ezili’s shoulder and squeezed. “That boy you’re so attached to is no different, Ezili. He will never love you.”

Ezili bit her lip and brushed her sister’s hand off of her. “Don’t tell me about humans when I’ve been here for longer than you do.”

“And yet,” Koa said, “you’re still here.”

Ezili wanted to tell Koa she was wrong for doubting Ezili, but Koa wasn’t wrong. Recently, Ezili had been doubting herself, too. She had even considered switching her target from Harry to Dawson, but she could not feel the same connection she’d had with Harry.

“I have an offer for you, Ezili,” Koa’s voice dragged her out of her own thoughts. She blinked at her sister. “Before your birthday, which was supposed to be your coronation day, you may come back to the Queendom. You’ll tell Mother that you cannot accomplish the mission and ask her to make me Queen of the Seven Seas. Then we’ll have a new Queen as planned. Our evil aunt can’t plot against the throne. And when I’m Queen, I’ll make sure you won’t be banished. You’ll get to keep your title as a princess and stay in the castle.”

Ezili hated that she wasted a second to actually consider the offer. “No. I won’t do it,” she spat, stepping back. “If I accepted this offer, no one and nothing in the ocean world would take me seriously. I would become an outcast anyway.”

Koa rolled her eyes and laughed heartily. “At least you’ll still be protected by the army and you’ll have a family. Or would you rather join the mermaids collecting gold all day for your sad little collection? Also, I’m sure the white sharks would love an abandoned siren.”

“I’m going to be Queen,” Ezili said through clenched teeth. “I’m bringing Mother the heart no matter what. Now you go home and tell her just that. And be careful with my trident that you wore around your little breakable neck.”

Koa opened her mouth to speak, but Ezili didn’t give her a chance. She put up a hand and shouted, “Dawson, let’s go! Dolores is just about to leave.”

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Ezili didn’t know what time she arrived home. She tried not to think about her sister’s words, which had clearly been for the purpose of making her doubt herself. She still hoped Dawson had had a great time tonight. They’d bought some books after she’d got rid of Koa, then stopped at a restaurant on the way back to Harry’s mansion. She’d apologised when he’d dropped her off for not being quite herself tonight, and she hated how he’d cheerfully said, “It was nothing. No worries.” Why did humans lie about how they felt all the time? If something bothered you or made you uncomfortable, why not just say it? Why did they feel the need to complicate things? It was hard enough for her to understand human emotions, and they expected her to be able to guess?

“Hey,” Harry said when their eyes met and she froze in the doorway. She’d expected him to be sleeping right now. “You look clean. Guess your sister didn’t kill Dawson?”

Ezili narrowed her eyes at him and kicked off her shoes. “No. Nothing bad happened.”

“Oh, man. I was hoping he was dead.”

“Shut up,” she said. “Also, I don’t think my sister will ever bother us again.” That, she wasn’t sure. She just wanted to be reassured even if it was by her own words.

Harry got up, hands slipped into his pockets. “Sooo...how was your date?”

Ezili pretended she hadn’t heard that question. “Why are you still up?” she asked.

He shrugged. “Had too much coffee earlier.” Then repeated, “How was your date?”

“It was fine,” Ezili said. "Why did you show up?"

"I was just making sure you wouldn't cause any trouble? Your name is tied to mine now, in case you've forgotten."

"How can I? You literally remind me of our fake relationship every two seconds."

“Why are you so pissed off?”

“I’m not.”

“You clearly are,” he persisted.

She let out a sigh, about to just go upstairs and ignore him for the rest of the night, but this one question kept tugging at her. So she had to ask.

“Have you ever been in love?”

Harry looked confused for a second. “No. Never. I think I’ve told you about what happened with my exes.”

“But did you love them at one point?”

“Well, I thought I loved them,” he said. “But looking back now, I don’t think I know what love is. It’s just...a lot of times, I want to be alone. Just me and Chilli. If someone enters my life and stays around for too long, it makes me uncomfortable.”

“But I’m also living here. We see each other all the time.”

“It’s not like I have a choice to kick you out,” he said, then instantly looked regretful.

Ezili padded across the room and stopped in front of him. “Why would anybody want to be alone?” She knew she didn’t. She was doing all this just to be accepted by her kind, but he, who had everything from fame and wealth to a supportive family, wanted to be left alone?

“You’re not the first girl to ask me that,” he said with a grin. “I think it has a lot to do with how I was brought up. I feel like everyone has these certain expectations for me, and when I don’t meet those expectations, I disappoint them. I just want to be by myself so I can just be me. I don’t want to adjust myself to the presence of others.”

Ezili nodded then moved a bit closer.

“What are you--”

She surprised him by placing her palm on the left side of his chest. Her skin tingled with the sensation of his little unsteady heartbeats when she came near. “But there’s nothing here,” she mumbled as if it would make sense to him. “You were telling the truth.”

“What do you mean?” Harry let out a nervous laugh and reached for her hand, which she withdrew before he could touch.

“Nothing.”

Harry’s smile faded. “Did Dawson say anything about me?”

“No. We hardly talked about you.”

“What about your sister? Why is she here?” he kept asking when she brushed past him and headed for the stairs. “Does your mother want you back? Ezi, what happened tonight?”

“Nothing,” she lied. “I’m just tired. Goodnight, Harry.”

“Ezi,” he said, his voice soft and pleading as if he could love her for a moment. But how could he? How could a man, who had lived his whole life without falling in love and prided himself on his loneliness, ever fall in love with a siren? He’d said he’d wanted to kiss her again, but there he’d stood in front of her and claimed her presence in this house made him uncomfortable. Then when her hand had been on his heart, she had felt nothing.

So had he lied about it? Humans lied about how they felt all the time. If they could lie about wanting to spend the rest of their life with one person, they could lie about wanting to kiss a siren.

Maybe, just maybe, Ezili should consider her sister’s offer.

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She���s gone

Peter Parker x fem!reader

Summary: Peter and reader are dating when she finds out she has hodgkin lymphoma and makes a few videos for Peter.

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A/N: I don’t know why I wrote this but I did. I was also emotional when doing so, so that’s probably why it turned into angst. This idea has probably been done before but eh.

Tw: Talks about Hodgkin Lymphoma (a type of cancer) and death of a character.

(Gif isn’t mine)

The camera was unfocused, the bright light that shone in the background making her a blurry silhouette. Slowly everything became clear, the girl in the driver's seat tapping her fingers on the steering wheel and staring ahead. From what was passing by the window, the people seemed to be in the middle of nowhere, passing the nothingness as they went. The last few seconds of a song faded out and another began, the girl immediately smiling to herself and reaching it over to turn it up and scream the lyrics. For You by Why Don't We was a great song but not exactly the best with her out of tune screams of the words. "HEY! SHE SAID 'I REALLY MISS THE OLD YOU'! THEN FOUND SOMEONE BETTER!" A laugh had escaped the lips of whoever filming, camera shaking as the girl finally turned to face them. "Peter, put it away! I swear to fucking god!" She reached over, the car seeming swerving every so slightly making Peter laugh at her panicked expression. "Stop being such a dick! Stop recording!"

"No, it was adorable," Finally Peter spoke before the camera flipped and moved so both of them could be seen. His eyes were practically glowing in the light, his brown hair reflecting in such a way the ends looked golden. He pouted slightly at her when she held up her middle finger to him. "Fuck you Parker," her little annoyed mutter made him smile as he faced her, intertwining their fingers and resting them on the compartment in between. "You do," the girl's jaw literally dropped as she glanced between him and the road, stuttering out responses that were really just noises strung together to make up nothing translatable. Peter's laugh echoed once more but this time his grin was captured in the shot too. It was wide and as bright as the light that filled up the car with this vintage kind of vibe. Finally, his laughter subsided, his eyes going to her and then the camera. "Anyways, I'm recording because I think it's cool to document moments like this. So future us and anybody else watching this video, me and my wonderful girlfriend here," she pulled a stupid face to the camera, tongue sticking out and nose scrunching up, before looking back to the road, "Are on a road trip. We just visited her extended family and are on our way back to her apartment where her mum is waiting and the roads are basically empty,"

"And Peter almost killed my grandma!" This time his jaw dropped, a blush making its way to his cheeks as he shook his head repeatedly. "I didn't, I swear. All that happened was that I gave her a hug and with my super strength, it hurt her like a tad," she shook her head this time, looking to the camera as she spoke, "She has bruises," Peter had a guilty and sorry expression on his face that made her laugh as she continued, "And yet, he still got more birthday cake then me. On my birthday!" They both laughed this time, the camera zooming in on her perfect grin before the video ended.

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This time, the camera was on Peter who sat leaning against the headboard of a bed on his phone, no doubt scrolling through some form of social media. The camera was moved so it became propped up against something and once again the same girl was in the shot, sitting next to Peter whilst glancing between his screen and his concentrated look. She moved to rest her head in his lap, the boy moving the phone to see her cheeky smile. He grinned back, turning his phone off and immediately playing with a strand of her hair. "Hi," she mumbled and it seemed to make his grin go wider as he leaned down and pecked her lips, "Hey," the girl sat up and reached over to the camera to stop the video, Peter's arm going round her waist as she did so.

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It was the same place as before where the camera was propped up except this time it looked like a sunset or sunrise, Peter sleeping whilst his girlfriend filmed herself. "Hey Pete. Okay so, I want to just quickly point out how fucking adorable you are for starters," her hushed tone was a clear sign that she didn't want to wake him up but the over the top pointing could of easily hit him in the face. "But what I really wanted to do is say I love you. I've got a secret from you but by the time you see this, you'll know and so this is just me, telling you again, I guess. I know I'll tell you soon because I can't lie to you," tears had welled up in her eyes, a small sniffle being heard as she faced the sleeping Peter, "Oh god. I don't want to leave. You deserve so much better than this. Ok," she took one deep breath, calming herself as she looked to the camera again, new tears already flooding down her face like an overfilled river. "Um, I recently found out that I, er, I have," there was a pause, the next bit being too hard to say, "I have hodgkin lymphoma. It's a, um, a type of cancer," she took a shaky breath, her focus on her fingers that had reached across to a sleeping Peter's hand and began to fiddle with his, "And I'm having treatment but, it's bad," Peter began to stir and she had been quick to wipe at her face and shut off the camera, cutting off the her actually telling him.

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Peter was shown having a slushy, holding hands of the person holding the camera. He smiled brightly, face scrunching up, no doubt thinking it was another picture and not a video. "Ok, we are going into that store over there and you are picking out clothes for me and some for you and I'll pay for all of it," the girl from behind the camera spoke and Peter's face immediately dropped as he finished his slushy and chucked into a bin not too far away, "You will not pay," the camera flipped round to face her, her chapped lips twisted into a teasing smile, "And they say chivalry is dead," she was suddenly standing up, half of Peter's face visible in the shot before he placed a peck to her cheek and hugging her, the girl simply continuing to film over his shoulder. "I love you," his calm whisper into her hair was muffled but she could still hear it, responding in a small voice, "I love you too,"

When they got into the shop, he disappeared with a small "Bye," and his girlfriend moved to the side, sitting down in the shoe area and holding the camera up. "So a public place isn't the best area to do this but I wanted to have happy moment before each of these because that's what we are. And this is the first video of a few. I love you and I know you better than anyone else. Maybe not May, but still. The point is, I know when I'm gone you're going somehow flip the blame onto you. You've already started doing it since I told you and I hate it. This isn't your fault and it isn't mine. These things can happen and I'm so sorry, I'm so fucking sorry that it's happening to you. Because I know and have excepted that I'm going to the unknown but you, you have to live with this and you are so strong. You been through so much and you're still the best fucking person I know and I can't believe that had the privilege to know you let alone love you. You are everything that is good in the world rolled into this little package of adorableness and no matter how many punches you take, you always get up and laugh with people and make jokes and be the best human being to ever exist. So this first video is me telling you, don't blame yourself and move on. Because you deserve more than anybody can give you and I want you to be happy for the rest of your life," she was full on sobbing, looking extremely weird to passers by. "I need to go so then you don't know I did this because I cried my fucking eyes out," and once again the video stopped.

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A loud bang followed by a frustrated scream was the first thing that filled the speakers. Peter had the camera on him, staring off at something out of shot with this dopey grin on his face. "You okay there?" He asked cautiously, hand running through his curls. Suddenly his grin was wider, rushed footsteps in the background, and he stumbled as if just pushed or hit by something. The camera lowered to show his girlfriend hugging him. "School fucking sucks," She looked at the phone, pouting slightly as she snatched it out of his hands. "That's mine," he laughed, hugging her from behind as she aimed the camera towards them, "Yeah I stole it. I was texting Ned on there 'cause mine's out of battery," the girl gave a small nod, moving her head to snuggled closer to his neck as he pecked her cheek.

Another bang was heard from elsewhere and Peter sighed, glancing behind him. "That's May. I've gotta go help her," one quick kiss to her forehead and he was gone and her smile slowly faded. "This isn't exactly how I planned to do this one but I'm gonna go with it. Hi again, this is the second one and I want to start again with I love you. I want you to do something for me. I know I live with my mum and I've rarely met the Avengers but I also know you deflect pain. Most of the time it's to helping people but when it's all too much, you get angry and you yell at people at random points 'cause you're bottling it up and I know that it's just going to be those heroes who get it. So I want you to, every time you want to scream and shout and blame someone for some small meaningless thing, I want you to tell them how you're feeling. I want you to talk about everything because as much as I love you, your dumb as fuck to not see how many people care for you and are willing to hear you out. I don't care if you don't want to burden anyone, okay? 'Cause you're not. They are there for you so be a man and talk about your feelings. I'm sure they'd prefer helping you than being at by you, okay? You're probably going to get back soon so I should go but, um, there's only one more to go and I love you,"  The camera shut off, her wobbly smile and tear stained cheeks being the last things to be seen.

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The camera zoomed in on the intertwined fingers before going to the ridiculous amount of snacks and finally to the movie playing on the screen. Then it faced the side where Peter was shoving a hand full of popcorn into his mouth and trying not to choke when he saw the camera on him. He had a buzz-cut now, no doubt recently shaving his hair off. "It's movie night! Put it away!" The camera flipped to show his lovely girlfriend who now had no hair. And yet, she was still smiling and laughing despite things not exactly being okay. She then turned to get them both in the shot, a massive grin on her lips. "Look what this amazing human being did for me! How am I so lucky?" Peter snatched the phone, turning the video off. 

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There was a lot of shouting in the background, laughter mixed in. the camera faced the cream ceiling, pieces of hair visible every now and then."You can't Peter! It's bad luck! Get out!" His laughter became muffled after the slam of a door and the camera finally showed the girl, no different to the time before except maybe slightly paler and she had a little bit of makeup on. She smiled brightly to the camera and moving over to some sort of desk to prop her phone up. "Ok, so no happy moment before this one because if you can't tell by the dress I'm wearing or the me just kicking you out my room, it's the non official wedding," Her hands went to the waistband of her white dress that ended at her knees and looked like something you'd wear to a prom. "You're a terrible husband if you don't remember that and I want a divorce," She let a breathy laugh leave her lips, placing her hands on her head. "In case you actually don't remember or there's someone else watching this, MJ did the ceremony, Ned walked me down the aisle and was best man and Harry was the maid of honour but he refused to wear the pink dress I got him because it didn't work with his eyes so he's got that blue dress that he's wearing. Right, this is the third and last one. I can't believe you set this up. I told you that I was so upset that I wouldn't spend the rest of my life with you and wouldn't get to have a wedding with you and you set this up because legally we can't get married so we're getting fake married. My mum and May are literally the only guests and they are getting flowers so I'm alone right now in my room until they get back and fuss over me," 

She sat down in the swivel chair, smile still present on her face. "Alright, this one is pretty much what I've been saying the last two videos except I'm actually saying it this time. I want you to look after yourself, okay? I don't want you doing anything stupid when I'm gone like getting yourself hurt overworking as Spiderman. Take a break, there are other heroes out there who are more than willing to help you if you can't do it. Move on, please. I know that it's going to be hard but I'm always going to be a part of your life, whether I'm there or not and you just have to accept that. Also, I know this probably won't help with the move on but can you check in with my mum every now and then. She's trying to act all strong but she's just like you and she's losing a daughter so just, keep her happy, for me? Please. Just be good to yourself  and move on. Ok this is the last one and I'm about to talk to my mum about sending you these when I'm gone so, I love you," And the camera stopped, catching the girl's broken expression rather than bright beautiful smile.

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There was cheering, the video focus on Peter and his girlfriend kissing, whilst the few people around them clapped and cheered for the 'married' couple. Peter was lightly brushing away tears from her face when they pulled away, her doing the same to him. He suddenly smiled wide and picked her up bridal style, kissing her once more. "Ok Parker, you can stop kissing my little girl now!" Her mother shouted, Peter smiling sheepishly towards her but was soon brought into another kiss. When they pulled away, she stuck her tongue out to her mum before turning to Peter and pointing down the makeshift aisle. 

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The lights were dim but the video was still clear. It was the two dancing, swaying to the slow song as Peter rested his chin on the top of her head. She was clearly crying as was Peter, the two looking like they were holding on for dear life. Sweet whispered 'I love you's were shared and then the video stopped.

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Peter wiped at his eyes harshly. It was the third time watching them since... And he still sobbed his eyes dry. I mean, of course he did, it was his first love. He hadn't even told the Avengers, whenever they asked if he was going to bring her to another party or if they'd get to meet her again, he'd just walk out. Go try not to break down somewhere where no one could see him. But he felt okay watching this on the big screen in the living room of the compound because no one was home or at least that was what he thought. And to begin with, they weren't. Actually it was the time he took to set up linking his phone to the TV that they all walked in quietly. That they all saw everything on those videos. That they finally understood why he was holding back from missions or patrolling every night. Why he wasn't free for dinner every Wednesday because 'he and May had dinner with someone important'. Why he wasn't spending his entire day talking about you anymore. They had thought it had been a break up, like a really bad one but it wasn't. So Peter sat sobbing on the couch, the superheroes crying behind him, yet to make their presence known. Even Natasha and Bucky were crying.

"Hey kid," Tony finally managed to say, Peter jumping up and spinning round to see them all there. "Um, how long have you been... there?"Just from their faces he knew, trying to cover up the fact he'd been crying but Tony immediately held his hands out as if it would stop him. "Wanna talk about it?" He looked like he was going to say no but then his eyes met Tony's and he had launched himself at the man. "She's gone," He cried into the man's shoulder, holding on like he was a lifeline. 

"Y/N's gone,"

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #Peter Parker fem!reader #mentions of death and grief #mentions of a type cancer #angst #marvel #avengers at the end

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Can I Be Him? (Carol Danvers x Fem! Reader) Part two!

Summary: You and Carol have been the best of friends for years and years, to you it’s simply platonic. Whereas for Carol, she tortures herself constantly pining after you. The situation only gets worse when you get engaged to your boyfriend of three years and Carol has to leave for a mission (that could more or less take her six years to get back from).

The day before Carol has to leave, she admits her feelings for you, giving you two choices: to leave him and go with her or stay with him and get married.

Who will you choose and what will be your outcome?

Author’s Note: Second part to Can I be Him? You guys seemed to really like it as much as I did, so thank you all! And enjoy!!

Warnings! ANGST

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“Hey, Kevin,” Carol greeted bitterly.

“Carol? Oh, I didn’t know you were here,” Kevin comes into sight, a puzzled expression on his face when he sees both of you with tearful eyes.

“I was just leaving,” She replies dryly, moving towards the door and pausing near Kevin. “Congrats on your engagement, I’m sure you’re both very happy.” She stole a passing at you before walking out the door.

“Hold on,” You say to Kevin as you followed Carol out the door, closing it securely once you were in the hallway. Carol had made it down two flights before you shouted her name. “Carol! Carol, wait!” She stops mid-step and looks up at you as you descend the two flights. “Don’t walk away from me, not like this...”

“What’d you expect me to do, stay? Stay and watch you move on with your life?” Carol bit harshly. “I’m sorry, but that’s not happening.”

“I don’t want—“

“You don’t want what? Me to leave?” She prodded. “Well, you know what I wanted? I wanted to be the one you’d tell stories about—to be the reason why your eyes would light up—I wanted to be the person everyone would hate hearing about, because you’d talk about me so much. I wanted it to be me.”

You were silent for a few minutes before you finally opened your mouth to say, “...it is you.”

Carol had a wild urge to throw her arms around your waist and kiss the sorrow from every square inch of your face, but she couldn’t.

On second thought...

Screw it.

She moved in close, moving her hands to your cheeks, cradling your face gently. And you let it happen, anticipating the thing that would now seal your bond forever, you closed your eyes as did she and awaited the warmth from each other’s lips. You nuzzle into each other, the tips of your noses bumping against each other as you both went in close. Behind you, though vaguely, you heard a door open followed by approaching footsteps, before your lips were able to touch you gasped and pulled away, turning to run, but she reached out and grabbed your hand.

“Don’t go...please, don’t go.” She whispered.

“I’m sorry...” You cried, tears filling your eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

With that, you pull yourself out of her grip and run up the stars. You stopped by your apartment door, now too sick to go inside and face Kevin. Your heart sank when you heard her footsteps stride away from her spot, it sank deeper once you finally regained the courage to go back inside. As you opened the door, you heard Kevin on the phone, he sounded excited about something judging by the lilt in his tone. You stood by the doorway fiddling with your ring until you heard him hang up the phone.

“Oh, Y/N! Good, you’re back! I’ve made us reservations at the restaurant on 5th—“ He comes into your vision, taking notice of your eyes and the way that your lip quivered. “What’s wrong?”

“We need to talk...”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I swear that every word you sing, you wrote them for me.

Like it was a private show, but I know you never saw me.

When the lights come on and I'm on my own

Will you be there to sing it again?

Could I be the one you talk about in all your stories?

Can I be the one?

Can I be the one?

Can I be the one?

Oh, can I, can I be him?

Won't you sing it again?

Oh, when you sing it again,

Can I be him?

Oh, sing it again, yeah,

Oh, when you sing it again,

Can I be him?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

3:30 a.m.

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You ran as far as your legs could carry you, feeling sorry for any disturbances that you could’ve—did cause. Your talk with Kevin ended on a note that you didn’t expect for a long shot. You told him the truth and gave him the ring back, you’d thought that he’d be offended, proposing to you the day before and the day after receiving the ring back. But Kevin—sweet Kevin—took it with class.

“In a way—I’m sorry too. I made things worse for you and Carol,” He said to you. “I was so determined to be that person for you...even though it was her the whole time.”

“You’re not mad at me?”

“I’m mad at myself. You two belonged together and I ripped you apart, you still belong together.”

“Kevin—“

“No, Y/N, go to her. And tell her I’m sorry.”

Now you were at the Avengers compound running like someone lit a fire under your ass, you had to find Carol, who most likely was asleep in her room. Resting up for the mission. You ascended the stairs with a quickness, the elevators took too long and you weren’t about to wait another second to be apart from Carol. Exhaustion be damned.

You made it to her floor, your legs warm and tense from the workout of the stairs. You knocked on her door with haste, no answer. You knocked again, still no answer. Now you assumed that she was ignoring you, which you felt you deserved after today.

You spoke up, now, “Carol? It’s me...Y/N, I know that you probably don’t wanna talk to me. If I were you I wouldn’t wanna talk to me either. But it’s over now—me and him—I wanted you to know that. I just had to let you know...even if—“ You twisted the doorknob to find that it was unlocked, making your way into the room.

Carol was always a neat person, drilled into her from the Air Force. Her bed was made, the small kitchenette spotless, and the floor looked like it had just been vacuumed. Disbelief spread across your face. No, she couldn’t have left. Not yet.

You walked around the room, scanning for any evidence that Carol was still here. You opened the closet searching for clothes, boots, ripped jeans, her super suit, anything of hers. But the only thing that was there...was an old Aerosmith t-shirt of yours hanging by itself.

Your mouth dropped open, and sadness crossed your features. You take the t-shirt holding it close to you. “No...”

You heard someone knock on the door quietly, you poked your head out to see Sam and Bucky standing there at the door. They’re tired, it showed in their eyes, they probably came over to tell you to shut up and stop making so much noise. But judging by the regrettable glance they shot you, it was nothing like that.

“Hey,” You breathe out, giving a half-smile.

“What are you doing here?” Sam inquired. “It’s three am, you okay?”

“We heard a noise,” Bucky says, his voice deep from his slumber.

“Where’s Carol?” You ask, clutching the t-shirt tighter.

They sigh in unison, looking to you with pity. Bucky was the first to speak up,

“She left, doll.” He says quietly.

“As soon as she got here...” Sam added.

You shake your head. “No...no—no, she said tomorrow morning—so she should still be here. Right? Carol wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye. She wouldn’t.” You were telling yourself more that you were telling them, and the more you said it, the more heart broken you became. “Please...tell me that you’re joking and she’s still here.”

They were quiet. Watching the two of them, it was all you could do, you could hardly contain your own tears, falling to your knees and sobbing hysterically...the realization that this was partly your fault, filled you with immeasurable guilt.

Knowing that now, you wouldn’t be able to see her until next time...whenever that was.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I swear that every word you sang, you wrote 'em for me.

Like it was a private show, but I know you never saw me.

When the lights come on and I'm on my own,

Will you be there, will you be there?

Can I be the one you talk about in all your stories,

Can I be him?

Can I be him?

Can I be him?

Can I be him?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Tag list: @captains-simp @blackluthxr @your-my-mission @wolfyalice-x @natblidaclexa @an-evergreen-rose @xxxtwilightaxelxxx

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[iwriteforthetincanman]

Mandoctober Day 14: Helmet

A/N: brought to you by angst, depression, a small hot chocolate, the tense feeling in my shoulders as I’m typing this and of course the source of almost all of my writing: the mixture of insomnia and a f**ked up sleep schedule.

p.s. I am trying to take care of myself, October is just a tough time of the year for me and Mandoctober is helping me cope. I refuse to give up any possibly writings/drawings at this point.

Also this is loosely based off of headcannons from @dindjarindiaries​ blog and this is for @leo-moon​ ‘s Mandoctober!

TW: mentions of abuse (both descriptive, non-descriptive, mental, emotional and physical but only for a two, three paragraphs) Refusal to eat or sleep (Din refuses to do these things for two seconds and Reader isn’t granted them) minor character death, themes of slavery (NOT RACE SPECIFIED) (not a trigger warning) pronouns of a gender neutral partner and of course, lastly, hurt/comfort and fluff. (Also personally because I wrote this and I can shout it into the void, I’m gender fluid with she/her pronouns so I’d like to imagine reader is too, BUT THAT’S JUST ME SO IMAGINE THIS HOWEVER YOU WANT, once again requests are open for any sexuality/gender, as long as you give me brief description of what you want, nothing NSFW)

Time. Aboard the Razor Crest with no specific moon, sun or stars to guide you, time easily became irrelevant. What you learned very quickly was that with this discovery, you realized Din knew that too. 

Or it had gotten to a point where he learnt it a long time ago and just...forgot all about it.

Sometimes he would just sit there in the pilot’s seat, without even doing anything and he would just stare into oblivion. You wondered if his eyesight was okay. Now that you think about it...when was the last time he ate something? Does he ever take that helmet off?

“Din? Are you okay?” For a moment you thought he might be asleep. 

“Sorry...did you say something?” Okay, now you knew he at least needed some sleep. 

“Come on tin can. You need some brain food and maybe even an ‘extended nap’.” You joked.

“Isn’t that just called sleeping?” You couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not...or if that helmet was squeezing his brain too.

“Come on!” Grabbing his hand unexpectedly, Din flinched a little before you dragged him to his feet. 

“I-I can’t.” This admission had you stopping in your tracks as you reached the hull. 

“Is...everything okay?” You were concerned before but now you were starting to think he was hiding a wound from you. He’s done it before. Waiting until you were asleep to tend to it so you wouldn’t worry. Little did he know you had been wide awake with worry for a while and could hear him hurting himself with that blasted cauterizer. 

It was understandable that as a Mandalorian medical supplies weren’t cheap. Even with all the bounties Din brought in, currency rates were going up around the universe. It was difficult to keep up with. Which is why you never broached the subject with him.

It wasn’t your place to pry. 

Not with him anyway...he was silent, reserved, it was like he didn’t trust you. Yet you of all people understood that, you understood that it took you a long time to trust him. Like really trust him with your life...rather than just your role to him as the child’s ‘caretaker’.

It blind sided you when you realized how deeply you cared for him...Mando. 

Gods, you didn’t even know his own name.

“My creed. I can’t...eat in front of other people.” This was a touchy subject. You knew that. But you underestimated how stressed out he really was. He wasn’t wounded...he was just bone tired.

“Well, I can make some food-”

“DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND? I DON’T NEED YOUR HELP!”

“...ok.”

He hadn’t seethed the words out from his teeth as loud as you had heard them.

But...the look on your face as your eyes met the floor, undoubtedly filling with tears.

It cut Din deeper than any vibroblade could.

---

“I don’t know what to do Ad’ika. I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, I can’t dream without thinking of her. And now...now I’ve gone and done the worst thing I could ever do to her...I hurt her without even touching her.” 

The sigh was small before it reached a crescendo out of his lungs, erupting out of his head like it was a volcano. That was what it felt like to breath again. When he was alone Mando had the freedom to take his helmet off on the Crest as much as he wanted. As long as he was in space, his privacy was unlimited. 

But that all changed when he met the child and then eventually...you. 

“I just wish...I knew more about her. Knew her likes and dislikes. Knew what her favorite food was. What makes her laugh...her favorite kind of music…I’ve gone and ruined everything haven’t I? Not just for me but for you too. I can’t just let her go...and if she does leave I can’t just hire someone new. She’s...really burrowed her way into my heart, little one.” 

Din’s soliloquy fell into the little creature’s ears like a fly trap. The child knew his father was hurting, he could feel it, not just in the force but in his tiny little heart. It was the kind of hurt he couldn’t fix with his own hands...he had to find another way. He had to make his buir feel whole again. 

Determined, the little creature climbed onto his father’s chest as his breathing started to relax. 

“Ad’ika, I’m not in the mood for games right now…” The dark circles under Din’s eyes became more and more pronounced as the hours dragged on. The good thing about being a father now meant that he had someone to talk to at any time if the baby was also struggling to sleep. 

Din never thought he would become a father. He thought a lot of things wouldn’t happen before he died a warrior’s death. He definitely thought he wasn’t going to fall in love too...but that happened before he could even think about it. 

Multiple chirps and coos echoed from the child’s lips as Din continued to massage his temples. 

“Ad’ika did you not hear me?”

Opening his eyes, Din found himself utterly and completely alone. 

“Ad’ika!” Startling upwards, he launched himself onto his bear feet as he searched the dark air around him for either you or the child. 

“Y/N!” Screaming your name into the void he began to run, not caring about his bare feet, his sleep wear or the fact his helmet was completely missing. 

A fact that had not gone unnoticed by the child.

---

Abruptly, Din was launched into the scorching blazes of a desert sun. 

The sand hurt as he fell down the dune he wasn’t gonna lie. 

But in some weird, twisted way, it felt good to feel the sand under his skin. 

“Girl! You get back here! Wretched creature!!” The sudden yelling came from a small village not too far away from where Din stood. Flinching, he hid behind the sand. He felt naked without the beskar. It was almost embarrassing how scared he was right now.

Peering over the sandy hill, he saw a young child with Y/H/C hair, rosy cheeks and bare feet run straight towards him. Not considering the strange events that had occurred before this, Din, although he’d never admit it, attempted to run away from her. Except, when she caught up to him, she ran right through him.

Din couldn’t decide whether this was some wicked form of a dream or that he had died and was now wandering the nearest planet.

Oh Maker, what if he was dead? There was no way you could pilot the Crest on your own...and what about Ad’ika.

That was when he heard it, the baby cooing in his head. 

“Ad’ika?”

That’s when it clicked. He wasn’t in some hellish figment of his imagination or dead…the child had used his powers to do this since he wasn’t wearing his helmet. But then again...where the hell was he?

“Y/N! YOU UGLY THING! IF YOU DON’T GET BACK HERE I WILL THROTTLE YOU!”

Whipping around to face you, all Din was met with was the familiar sight of you hunched over yourself, right near his feet. Crying. This had happened before but…not like this.

Was this...one of your memories? 

Oh no...Din was in your head. Somehow, the baby had managed it.

“I DON’T WANT TO GO BACK THERE! AND YOU CAN’T MAKE ME!” Din turned back to face the furious woman, she looked like a cursed school teacher, her hair flying all over the place. But what stood out to him were the nail marks on her cheek. 

He couldn’t picture it but somehow this woman had distressed you so much you had decided to hit her. The next thing that happened confirmed it…

SLAP!

“YOU EVER HIT ME LIKE THAT AGAIN GIRL I WON’T BE AS CONSIDERATE TO KEEP YOU!”

Keep you? Oh...you weren’t a school child.

You were a slave.

That’s why when you had first met you had been so skittish, so fearful...and yet so brave. 

Somehow it all made sense.

Din couldn’t help reaching out for you as your head sagged on your shoulders, a purple and pink mark blossoming across the side of your face as the evil woman clawed her hand around your wrist. 

“You will make my children their supper and you will go straight into the cellar with no dinner. Do you understand me child?” She spoke with a gentle tone...yet the venom dripped from it with the force of a thousand sandcrawlers. 

“...Yes Ma’am.” 

Your submission startled Din. Then again, you were only a child, and if Din hadn’t been taken in by the Mandalorians at your age...who knows what could’ve happened to him. From what little he had heard about of slaves...they didn’t often make it to see their teenage years. 

Yet, somehow you did. 

Din couldn’t help being grateful that, from what he could see of you, those were the only things that cruel woman had done to you. 

---

Stumbling into a new landscape, Din shook his head in an attempt to gain his bearings. 

“Look Y/N, it’ll be a quick job, all you have to do is listen to what I say and we’ll be gone as soon as you can say ‘bantha fodder’.” 

This was a new voice. A teenager from what Din could guess. They spoke in a kind tone but at the sound of the way they said your name he couldn’t help the feeling of jealousy welling up in him. 

Shaking his head once again, he looking around the jungle planet to spot you and this person.

“Iarren...I don’t know about this. I know we’ve done stuff like this before but we’re not resistance fighters. Those are imperial troops. What if...what if one of us doesn’t come back from this?” 

A much older version of you appeared like a vision from behind the leaves. You were much older now, Din could only guess that you had only just recently come of age. You had grown into your features well. He could see more of the fierce woman he had come to know. 

“Babe, you worry too much. Imps are stupid, plus what we are after is right next to the door practically. If you’re so concerned you can cover me from here and I’ll be right back to kiss your worries away...alright?” Din could tell just by the way you shared a glance that you were absolutely taken with this person. 

In a way Din respected them...but in the back of his mind he knew there was a reason he was seeing this particular memory. Bracing himself, he could only watch as you shared a tender kiss with your lover. It shocked him how passionate you were with them. Gripping them like a vice as if you knew what was about to happen. 

Din’s heart broke for you as he watched you sob over their corpse later that very night. 

---

“Cyare?” 

Din thought he had finally made it back to you just by looking upon your face. Much older now, age similar to the one when he met you. Looking around, he realized...this was that exact moment. 

“Excuse me.” 

Now Din knew for certain he wasn’t dreaming...there was no way he could dream about himself in this much detail. It was like having an out of body experience...in a way he was.

“Can I help you?” The first thing Din noticed about you was that you were too kind to have been on a planet as rough as Andos. Imps were everywhere nowadays and it was the one time Din had to wear a proper cloak so no one could spot him. 

“I need to hire someone to help me with a child. I was wondering if you could help me find a person that is trustworthy?” Being a Mandalorian was so difficult that day. Meeting you made him realize that you were kind enough to suggest yourself, admitting that you were tired of the constant trail of dead bodies this planet had shown you. He flinched when you mentioned the blood you found leaking through your front door one morning. 

He accepted your offer immediately. Offering payment for a job you had been doing for years without none. 

Din had no clue he had saved you from slavery for the second time in your life. 

---

Waking up in a cold sweat, Din knew this was reality. 

All your memories, it felt like a dream. 

That’s when he felt his son sag against his chest, heaving long tired breaths. 

Din was scared he had over exerted himself. 

“Ad’ika...why did you do that?” 

All the child could do was reach for his father’s face, bringing it towards his own. 

“Da.” This one, simple word, brought Din’s walls crumbling to the ground as he began to cry. 

“Thank you...Ni kar’tayli gar darasuum Ad’ika.”

The overwhelming joy he felt caused his thoughts about you to skyrocket. He knew he had to share this information with you. 

Startling from his bed, Din shot out of his room with the sleepy child tucked against his vest clad chest. 

“Y/N! Cyare come quick!” 

The sound of his unmodulated voice scared you more than anything else he had said to you that night. What you didn’t expect when you opened the door was to find a complete stranger shouting your name. 

“WHO ARE YOU? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH DIN?!” You practically screamed, ready to throw hands with this strange practically half naked man that had appeared before you.

That’s what you spotted the child in his arms, half asleep and staring admiringly up at the man. 

“...He called me da. I...had to share that with you Cyare...I didn’t even think twice about my creed.” The watery smile he gave you was enough to convince you that the man before you was none other than Din Djarin himself. 

“...just like that? You...you threw away your creed, being a Mandalorian...just so you could tell me he spoke his first word?” Din thought you were upset, in a way you were. 

When he turned to find your eyes filled with the happiest of tears he had ever seen, the overwhelming urge to kiss you kept slamming into his head, bleeding through his heart. 

“Cyare...Father’s always share the first word their child speaks with their Mother.” 

When you began to sob, Din refused to hold himself back as he curled his fingers through your hair, cradling your son between the two of you as he tilted your head back. 

As his lips brushed against yours for the first time…

You both had never felt so free.

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[ruinedthatfriendship]

I Hate You, Love Demi

A/N: In which Demi writes a lot of letters, which inevitably fall into the wrong--right?--hands. Still don’t love this one even after miles of edits but oh well. Here you go.

Demi sat cross legged on her bed, the blank book open in front of her, tapping her pen absently against the paper. It had seemed like the perfect idea when her therapist had suggested it. God knows she had so many things she was always wishing she could shout at him. But now that she actually had a book dedicated to the things she’d never said, her mind was blank.

“Have you thought about writing letters?” her therapist had asked. Months after the whole thing blew up, she’d finally confided in the woman about her affair with Simon. About what it had really meant to her. About the way she still couldn’t get over it.

“I’m sure you had a lot to say to him, Demi, and it doesn’t sound like you got a chance. Get a book,” she suggested. “Write what you wish you could tell him. It’ll give you closure.”

Demi smiled a little at the memory of her session this morning. Her therapist was a wonderful woman, generally of a very calm disposition and there to support Demi through some of the worst moments of her life without batting an eye. This morning, the look on the older woman’s face had Demi wondering if she was about to take the next flight to London, just so she could punch Simon Cowell in the face.

And maybe that was a place to start, because she certainly shared the sentiment sometimes.

Demi uncapped the pen, ran her hand down the page to crease it and keep the book open, and scrawled out a message, her handwriting shitty on purpose--it reflected the mood.

Dear Simon, it read, with his last name hastily crossed out. I hate you.

The following morning, she opened the book again, turned to the backside of that first page, and added an addendum: Dear Simon, I really wish I could hate you.

It started with just a few sentences, here and there. In the moments where she once would have tweeted at him, she picked up the book instead. When she woke up alone in a bed that was too big for her with the last remnants of her dreams slipping away in the daylight, she wrote out what she wished she could scream.

Dear Simon,

I dreamed about Maddie last night. And I thought it would make me feel better if it wasn’t about you but I think I just miss you more. I want to hate you so much. I still can’t.

~

Dear Simon,

I’m eating breakfast. Slowly. But I’m eating. I don’t want to. Everyone on Twitter was talking again and they’re right, I am so fat. I really just want to throw up. So I’m going to write this and be mad at you instead. It’ll distract me.

I’m not really mad at you.

See? I kept my promise. Even if you’re not around I still came to you for help.

Why was it so hard for you to keep the promises you made me, Simon? Huh? I don’t get it. Actually I do. It’s not like I was really good enough for you. Lauren is really pretty, you know. I hope you’re happy.

~

Dear Simon,

The new album is out tomorrow. I can’t believe how much work it was to go through my notebook and pick songs to record that weren’t about you. There weren’t very many of them. Stone Cold is for you, though. Are you going to listen to it? Do you even still care? Would you know what it was saying if you heard it?

Eric is a beautiful baby, Simon. I’m happy if you’re happy.

~

Dear Simon,

Wilmer and I broke up. I’m still crying. I think I just broke his heart, I don’t know what to do. I feel like shit.

Mostly I just feel bad for not feeling that bad. He’s right. I wasn’t in love with him. He said he didn’t want to compete with someone who wasn’t even here. I wanted to tell him it wasn’t true but I couldn’t just stand there and lie.

I think I want to hate you again.

~

Dear Simon,

Maybe they’re right. Maybe you do only fall in love once.

~

Dear Simon,

Today I am four years sober. And I have to acknowledge that you’re a big part of that. You helped me save myself so many times. And even when you haven’t been here, it’s been your voice in my head telling me it’s okay to pick up the phone if I need to call someone. The truth is you’ve always been with me, and I think you always will be, because you don’t just forget someone you loved the way that I loved you, and I think I’m okay with that.

You taught me so much, and gave me so much. I’m grateful for the laughter and the nicknames and the late nights--and early mornings, and lunch breaks--and your hugs and your kisses and your love, for however long I had it.

Thank you for everything. I hope I’m still making you proud, and annoyed, every time you hear about me. I take my job as your little brat very seriously, you know.

~

Dear Simon,

The way that I love you.

I can’t lie to myself, I never stopped.

You are, and always will be, the single greatest love story of my life.

Love, Demi

~

Dear Simon,

I’m still a little stunned to have heard from your people. But here I am, over the Atlantic, coming to sing. And I know it’s a good move for ratings but I can’t help but wonder why you didn’t pick someone else. I know I’m not the only star you could have asked to come on BGT.

Is it stupid of me to hope that maybe a little part of you wanted to see me again?

I’m not going to lie, I’m really fucking nervous.

Still… can’t wait to see you again, Si. Even if it breaks my heart.

All my love, Demi

Fighting to quell the nervous butterflies still twisting up her intestines, Demi focused on the clouds flying past her window, sliding the leatherbound book back into her bag. She was going to see Simon again. She was going to sing for Simon again, with a setlist that nobody really knew was all written about him in the first place.

She hadn’t lied in her letter, she really was excited to see him. That didn’t mean she wasn’t also terrified. And she didn’t feel nearly so bold and brash about the possibility of getting her heart broken as she’d made it out like in that last line.

Lost in her thoughts, Demi didn’t think twice about passing off her little bag of essentials off to one of the assistants on her team when the woman held her hand out, let herself be swept off to get ready without sparing a second thought for any of it.

She brought the book of letters to London because it was practically a nightly ritual to write something to him, but it certainly wasn’t on her mind all the time. It never even crossed her thoughts that putting herself, and Simon, and that book, in the same place for the first time in years might not be a good idea.

She was here to perform. She was here for her career, she was here to put on a show. And if she happened to throw on a little extra makeup and a more form-fitting outfit for her act than usual, well, so what? She had to at least casually show him a little bit of what he was missing.

It was a rather split-second decision to sing ‘Never Been Hurt’. She hadn’t planned it, it hadn’t even really been on the table as an option when they’d talked about what she was going to sing.

But this was maybe going to be her last chance, her only chance to see Simon again. There was no guarantee she’d ever sing for him again. There was next to no chance she’d get to see him personally today, not when he had to manage the rest of the live show and she was leaving London in the morning.

If this was her only way to communicate anything to him, one last time, what did she really want to say? And she wasn’t mad anymore. And she didn’t hate him. And her heart was still broken and probably always would be a little bit, but it was worth it to have had him at all. And he was always going to be the greatest love of her life. No matter what had happened between them in the past.

So this would be her last little vow to him. That she was strong and fierce and independent, and her decision would always be to love him, no matter what. No matter how strong she was, she couldn’t fight that.

I love you for the good and the bad and the home you gave me and the shirts I still have and the jokes and the teasing and the really good orgasms and who you are underneath everything and I am going to burn this stage up for you. What did she have to lose?

Still, Demi waited for her cue with a death grip on the microphone in her hand. Please, please don’t let me be making a huge mistake, she prayed.

And then the set parted for her to walk through, and she slapped on a performance smile, waving once at the audience and hitting her first mark on the stage without once tripping in her heels, the first words falling from her lips. Here goes nothing.

She tried to find Simon at the judges’ desk, but he was silhouetted in shadow with all the lights on her, and she couldn’t quite tell if she was actually looking at his eyes. Oh well. Close enough. “My heart’s on the front line, I’m not afraid,” she belted out, putting as much power as she could into the line.

“I will love you, like I’ve never been hurt.”

The crowd was cheering for her the whole time, but at this point she really only cared for the approval of one. “You fought through the darkness and brought me back to life,” She wouldn’t be where she was without him. She didn’t like to put responsibility for her recovery onto someone else, and it certainly wasn’t all him. But in so many ways, Simon had saved her.

“I will love you like I never, like I never heard goodbye, like I never heard a lie,” Demi stopped in the center of the stage, her body tilted so she was angled right in front of him. Her voice dropped from the powerful range she’d been singing in, falling to a gentle promise. “Like I’m falling into love for the first time.” Every day, all over again, whether she wanted to or not.

All of the judges stood when she finished, catching her breath and smiling with a few little waves to the crowd, but she still couldn’t read Simon’s face. She couldn’t tell what he was thinking, it had never been her strong suit, and his face now, while playing politely for the cameras, was completely closed off to her.

And then she was being ushered offstage and there was nothing more she could do and he was gone again and her temporary bravado abandoned her entirely, leaving Demi with a familiar, heavy weight in her stomach. But what had she expected? He would just leave his girlfriend, publically walk up on stage and declare his love for her? Was she delusional?

She walked into her dressing room a bit angrily, fighting to detach the clip to her earpiece from the back of her outfit, and froze with her hand on the doorknob as she took in the scene.

“What--what is going on?”

Her assistant, the one she’d given her bag to, was pacing the room and looked on the verge of breaking down completely. And the book she should never have brought to London was sitting out, conspicuously, on the middle of her makeup table.

“Why is this here?” she asked as casually as she could, shutting the door behind her and crossing the room to pick it up. Maybe she was overreacting, maybe it was a coincidence, maybe nobody had read it.

“I think I made a mistake,” her assistant whispered, tears sparkling in her eyes.

Demi raised an eyebrow. “Which is what?” Usually she was so much more friendly with her team. But she was about to have a panic attack herself, she should never have written this stuff down, what if she ended up in a gossip magazine?

“I-I was looking for your eyeliner,” the woman stuttered, hiding her head in her hands. “It fell out, I didn’t--I mean,”

“You can’t tell anyone,” Demi said flatly.

“That’s not--I just saw his name in it.”

Demi’s eyebrow raised. “That’s all? Look, I’m not mad, I just--”

“I thought it was...like...for him or something I don’t know what I thought!” she wailed, her face pinched in genuine anguish and fear as she looked at Demi. “Demi, I’m so sorry, I gave it to him, I--”

Demi’s entire body went numb. “You gave this,” she said with a strange calm, “to Simon Cowell?”

“He brought it back,” she whispered lamely, collapsing onto the couch. “I don’t know if he read it. Demi, I-”

“Of course he read it, it’s Simon,” Demi returned, annoyance creeping into her voice. Her emotions were a mess that she couldn’t begin to untangle, embarrassment and fear and an inexplicable tendril of hope and relief that at least now he knew.

And in the middle of it all, her assistant was sitting there crying on her couch. That at least, was a problem Demi knew how to fix. She wasted no time in walking to the girl to give her a tight hug. “It’s fine,” she said softly, a note of weariness in her voice. “I’m not mad about it, you didn’t know. Just don’t say anything about it, and we can forget about the whole thing.”

The woman sniffed and nodded resolutely. Looking over her shoulder while she continued to hug her, Demi made a frustrated face at the wall. Well, if nothing else, her flight out tomorrow morning was early enough that she could quite literally just escape the country before there was any chance of having to see Simon again. Ever again. If the sheer embarrassment of the whole situation didn’t just kill her first.

***

Demi sighed heavily, shuffling barefoot through her hotel room with nothing but a long tshirt on and a toothbrush still stuffed in her mouth. The jetlag and the adrenaline of her performance, and seeing Simon again, followed by all of that nonsense with the damn book was catching up to her, and she just wanted to crawl in bed and crash for as long as possible before her flight.

A soft knock on her door startled her, and she let out a muffled groan around the toothbrush. She loved her team so much, and did appreciate everything they did for her, but couldn’t it wait? Whatever it was, surely it didn’t need to happen right now?

Wearily, Demi opened the door, not bothering with her state of undress. Then, hastily, she yanked the toothbrush out of her mouth before dropping it entirely, a blush already reddening her cheeks. “Wha-what are you doing here?”

Simon looked uncharacteristically uncertain as he stared at her, his eyes flicking over her habitually while Demi yanked the hem of the tshirt down, shifting his weight in the hallway. He was still wearing the dark sweater and jeans he’d had on at the live show, and it didn’t particularly look like he’d been sleeping much.

“Simon?” she prompted cautiously.

He started slightly, finally meeting her eyes. “Can I come in, doll?”

“Uh-huh--yeah,” she stuttered, feeling exceedingly stupid as she moved aside and held the door open wider for him.

She was being ridiculous, he’d seen her in far less before. He’d seen her with a toothbrush before. Even reading that book wouldn’t be the first time he’d heard an ‘I love you’ from her. They’d done this all before.

And that was the problem, really. Before. Before everything went to hell and her heart got broken and he became a father and they lost each other.

“Demi, I--”

“I’m sorry--”

They both stopped, smiling awkwardly, and Simon nodded to her. “You go first.”

She looked down at the plush hotel carpet between her toes, avoiding him. “I just...I heard about the, uh, mixup with one of my things backstage today. I wanted to apologize. She didn’t mean to, and, uh, if I made you uncomfortable…” she trailed off. Part of her wanted to just say, it was a therapy exercise! But she didn’t want to imply that he’d sent her back to therapy.

“Forget about it, Dem,” he said simply, and Demi tried not to feel hurt. It was good he was brushing it off, right? But some part of her still wanted him to acknowledge her words, still wanted him to sweep her back off her feet. Be realistic, Demetria.

“I just wanted to give you this,” he was saying, and she blinked, watching him extend an envelope to her. “I thought you should have it.”

She cocked her head to one side, curiosity overtaking her as she accepted the slim envelope, their fingers just barely brushing in the transaction. Demi, it read on the front, in his familiar handwriting.

She looked up at him uncertainly. “What--do you need me to open this now?” It had to be a contract or something. Something about her performance, something for the show, hell, maybe even an NDA after that stupid book.

Simon shrugged. “If you like. Fair’s fair.”

Demi made a face at his cryptic reply, scowling slightly. He could still frustrate her as much as ever. “O..kay,” she said slowly, belatedly realizing she was still holding the toothbrush in her left hand. She discarded it carelessly on the bedside table, before slipping her finger beneath the seal and ripping it open.

Instead of a contract document, or any other kind of formal paperwork she was expecting, Demi pulled out a simple lined sheet of paper, folded in thirds and covered in his familiar handwriting. Apprehensive, she glanced over the top of it as she unfolded it. “Simon, what--” she trailed off as her eyes caught onto a few random words, and she hastily started reading, not daring to hope.

Demi,

Someone asked me about you in an interview today. I didn’t even answer the question, i didn’t know how to begin to explain.

I can’t call my son a mistake, darling, I know you’ll understand that. But if there were a way for me to take everything back and still have Eric, I’d do it in a heartbeat.

I know it ended so badly. I know how much pain I caused you, believe me. I’m so sorry, Demi, and if it’s worth anything I’m not really happy either. I don’t have an excuse, and maybe it’s better this way.

I never loved her, Demi, I still don’t. Lying next to her is just a reminder of unpleasant memories so I’m here instead, writing words to you that you will never see.

You were the brightest angel in my life and I have no one but myself to blame for losing you.

You’re three years sober today, and I couldn’t be more proud of you. You have always been stronger than I could comprehend and you amazed me every single day, brat, not least by your ability to be the most annoying person in the room.

I love you so much, baby. And now it’s time for me to let you go.

Simon

Demi slowly lowered the letter, her lips wobbling as tears spilled over her eyes to roll down her cheeks. “Simon,” she choked out, unable to say anything but just his name.

She met his eyes for an instant, full of more emotion than she thought she’d ever seen, and then he crossed the distance between them in two short strides and kissed her hard, sliding one hand into her hair and holding her like he thought she was about to evaporate.

She pushed herself onto her toes, cursing her shorter statue, and let the letter fall down between them as she wrapped her arms around his neck in return, her tears still falling and getting his cheeks wet too.

His tongue brushed over her lips and she parted her mouth for him, her soft sobs fading as the kiss turned into something more passionate, something she’d been missing for so long. Simon’s hands moved down to her hips to lift her as she wrapped her legs around his waist, and for once in her life Demi didn’t even stop to worry if she was too heavy for him. She had always been beautiful in his eyes, perfect just as she was.

He threw her down on the bed and she squeaked softly before bursting out into soft laughter, holding her arms out for him to join her, sitting up to help him pull the t-shirt off her head.

“I’ll give you one of mine,” he muttered against her lips, discarding it into a corner. Demi just laughed again, running one hand down his chest to find the button to his jeans while the other slipped into his short hair.

“Shut up and make love to me, Simon,”

***

Demi had never regretted an early flight more than she did that morning. But there was nothing for it; if she didn’t get up someone would come looking and maybe it was better this way. Maybe they still needed some space to figure out what they were now.

But he looked so absolutely peaceful sleeping there, and she was utterly at home with his arms wrapped snugly around him. Biting her lip, she started trying to wiggle out of his embrace, but he only shifted against her sleepily and hugged her tighter.

Demi sighed regretfully. “Simon,” she whispered. “Si, I have to go.” She propped herself up on one elbow, yawning widely, and laid her hand on his cheek, trying to wake him up enough to reason with him. “Simon,”

She’d forgotten how much he hated getting up in the morning. “Simon, you have to let me go.”

“No,” he returned clearly, and she wondered if he was actually awake and just being obstinate on purpose. Then he mumbled, “Love you,” and she figured he was probably still asleep, probably thought she was just trying to slip out before she had to face the morning after.

“Simon,” she begged. If she wasn’t up and out the door soon, her team would come looking. And they would find him, and there would be hell to pay. “I have a flight,”

“No,” he returned again, and she huffed in irritation, resorting to forcefully pulling herself out of his hold.

That did wake him up, and he sat up blearily, blinking around the still dark room and looking at her with a hurt expression on his face. “Where are you going, baby?”

Demi winced, wiggling into a pair of leggings, and pouted at him. “Back to L.A. My flight is really early, Simon, I’m sorry.”

She watched his face shutter off and he laid back down, slinging an arm over his eyes and proceeding to ignore her, obviously hurt and trying not to show it. Demi’s heart broke all over again, and she climbed back up onto the bed on her knees, still wearing just a pair of leggings and her bra.

“No, Simon--stop it--” she paused to pull his arm away from his face. “I agreed to that flight before I knew I was going to see you, I can’t justify changing it now, I’m not trying to leave you--”

Giving up, she just leaned down to kiss him, trying to convey all of the feelings she couldn’t explain in the touch of her lips to his.

And when she sat back, satisfied for the moment, and went back to getting dressed, he was well on his way back to sleep. She smiled at his silhouette in the bed, shaking her head, hating to leave him there but still feeling lighter than she had in years.

Looking at the chaos left of their room after last night, she stifled a quiet giggle to herself, struck by sudden inspiration.

Demi grabbed one of the hotel pens out of a container with glass beads, uncapped it, and opened to a fresh page in that leatherbound book that had ended up doing so much for their relationship.

And then she slid a shirt on over her head, grabbed the bag that was hers, blew one last kiss back in his direction, and shut the door behind her.

And when Simon finally woke to the sunlight streaming into the room, confused by hazy memories of a conversation with Demi in the early hours of the morning, the first thing he saw instead of her face was that book on her pillow, propped open with the pen still on top.

Simon --

I’m so sorry to have to leave but I can’t really explain why I’d need to change my flight.

If you notice something’s missing, well, you did say I could have your shirt. Come to L.A. when you want it back. Until then, this book is yours.

All my love,

Your Demi

#dimon #demi lovato #simon cowell #fanfiction #all the letter writing #just for the record #i wrote this way before that one movie

[superiordragonlorde]

Free Prompt

Alright, for @teammustangweek we have the final one: day 7- Free prompt/Wrap up day/Black Hayate day. I was planning on doing Black Hayate but nothing I wrote really panned out so... here’s this one instead.

Warnings: some vulgar language but there's only a few words.

Ok then, please enjoy!

    The bar was loud, humming with the activity of a busy Friday night. In a back corner, surrounding a large table, unbuttoned military blue jackets hung on shaking shoulders.

     “And then-” Breda snorted a laugh. “And then, she said, ‘What do you mean? I thought it was a metaphor. Are you saying that was what literally happened?’ and I said, ‘Yeah, that’s literally what happened.’ Man, she looked at me like I just grew a third arm. It was hilarious!” he cackled, earning a chorus of laughs to join in.

     “Your sister’s a riot,” Havoc wheezed, clapping Breda on the shoulder.

     “Yeah, but she still doesn’t want to date you.” Havoc’s laughter cut off and his face fell.

     “Oh come on,” he whined. “That was one crappy date. I could totally sweep her off her feet this time.”

     “And thus result in handing her off to me,” Mustang mumbled around his glass of golden liquid. That resulted in multiple cries of laughter, a spluttering Havoc, and Breda giving the General a small glare.

     “Hey, that’s my sister you guys are playing hot-potato with,” he barked, taking a large swig of his own beverage.

     “Calm down, Breda,” Hawkeye soothed, fingers tapping on her almost full glass. “No one will be playing anything with your sister.” She gave the two womanizing men a pointed look. They were both quick to surrender.

     “Fine, no wooing Miss Breda,” Mustang nodded. “Besides, I’m sure she could do better than a military dog.”

     “Yeah, she tends to favor towards aloof cats,” Breda snickered, losing everyone at his inside joke. Except for Fuery, who gave a hiccuping chuckle.

     “Uh oh,” Havoc sang. “Looks like our lightweight's out of the game already.”

     “Not quite,” Mustang hummed. “We still have someone smaller coming along tonight.”

     “Surely you don’t mean Edward, sir,” Falman gasped, the soberest of the men sitting at the table. Fuery gave a slurred cheer as the rest of the soldiers smiled in surprise. Mustang shrugged.

     “He is sixteen now, besides,” he smirked. “It’ll be fun to see the little brat trying to hold his liquor.” Hawkeye gave him a reproachful glare and Havoc let out a whistle.

     “Geez, Mustang,” he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “That sounded a bit harsh there.”

     “I agree,” Hawkeye stated, smirking. “I think you might have had enough of these, sir.” She grabbed his drink, pulling it away. Mustang released a noise of complaint but didn’t dare to do anything else.

     “I was just joking,” he whined. “Look, I saw him with Alphonse getting some groceries and I invited him over for tonight. It’ll be his first time drinking, so I told him if he wanted to come he had to be smart about it and he said he would.”

     “And you trust him, sir?” Hawkeye arched an eyebrow. Mustang sighed.

     “It’s a little late to ask that now, what with all the missions I’ve given him and that brat saving the world and all.” Hawkeye only answered that with a mockingly unconvinced hum, but still proceeded to return the Colonel his drink, who perked up at the fermented beverage.

     “So, when’s the Chief coming?” Breda asked, almost vibrating from the excitement. Mustang shrugged.

     “I guess whenever he gets here.” He downed the rest of his drink. Hawkeye sighed, shaking her head.

     “Speaking of the devil and his brother,” Havoc chuckled, not even a second later. Everyone looked up to see two pairs of golden-haired heads weaving through the crowd. It took some time for the brothers to make their way to the back table. The group watched as Ed parted the crowd with his loud, brash voice, glancing back every few seconds to check that Al was still behind him. The poor kid looked exhausted as he moved along on crutches, skin still a little sunken in around his cheeks, frame just a bit too boney and fragile for comfort.

     “The hell, Mustang,” Ed barked once they got within earshot. “Why’d you have to pick the furthest table here?” Mustang snickered at the young man’s familiar temper.

     “We’re sorry, Alphonse,” Hawkeye apologized instead. “It was the largest table they had available.” Alphonse waved the apology away, giving a bright, tired smile.

     “That’s alright, Lieutenant.” He sat in an offered chair with a grateful sigh, handing his crutches over to Ed who leaned them up against the nearby wall before taking his own seat. “I’m just glad we finally made it.” He gave a light chuckle, prompting others to join in.

     “So,” Ed drawled, eyes roaming over the group. “How’s it going, working under General Bastard?” He smirked at the rank.

     “A lot quieter without you two around, that’s for sure,” Havoc answered, eyes softening in nostalgia as his grin broadened.

     “Amen to that,” Mustang murmured around the rim of his glass. He nearly spat out his drink at Ed’s indignant “Hey!”, shoulders shaking at his suppressed giggles.

     “How are you feeling, buddy?” Breda directed the question to Al. The younger brother sighed.

     “I’m tired, but,” he raised his head, grin broadening. “It’s great having my body back. It’s been well worth it.” Everyone muttered happy comments as Ed gazed at his brother, a deep relief radiating from every part of him.

     “What does your recovery entail?” Falman inquired, eager as always to learn something new. This resulted in a long explanation by Al about his exercise schedule and eating requirements, with any blanks filled in by Ed. While Al was talking, Fuery reached his fingers out towards him, stroking the boy's hand. Al flinched, caught off guard.

     “So soft,” Fuery slurred. “ ’N warm. Like a baby.” He hummed, oblivious to everyone trying to smother their snickers. “Baby skin,” he muttered, repeating the phrase every few seconds.

     “Edward and Alphonse Elric!” A voice boomed, carrying over the cacophony surrounding them. Ed’s eyes widened and he leaned his head on his hand.

     “Oh no,” he groaned, a traitorous smile pulling at a corner of his mouth. The mountain of a man, Major Armstrong, plowed through the crowds, parting them with ease. There were two other people trailing behind him, calling out in distress after the quick man.

     “How wonderful and glorious it is to see you both in such good health!” Armstrong bellowed, even when he stood behind them. “It warms my heart to see you all in such good spirits.” Sparkles appeared to be dancing over his head, even to the completely sober guests at the table.

     “Hiya, Major,” Ed chuckled, tilting his head back to look up at him. Alphonse gave his own excited greeting, thrilled to see the muscle-bound, soft-hearted man. The two people that had followed Armstrong finally arrived at the table as well, making four pair of eyes light up.

     "Ross! Brosh!" Ed and Al both cheered, the eldest leaping to his feet to hug the excited brunette. Brosh went to give him a firm handshake instead, grin widening at the warm contact of Ed's right hand.

     "Oh my gosh, Alphonse, is that you?!" Ross cried, pushing Armstrong out of the way as if he were nothing more than a sack of feathers. She wrapped Al into a tight hug, laughing in joyous disbelief. Al's own joyful laugh meshed with hers.

     "Oh my- I- I'd heard the news, but I- I never thought I'd see you-" She pulled away, brushing a hand through his fine hair, tears shining in her eyes. "Oh, I'm so happy for you both!" She squeezed Al again, then turned back around to give another hug to a laughing Ed before pushing him back to admire his newly returned arm.

     “Care to join us?” Ed asked when Ross had calmed a bit, gesturing to the empty seats still residing at their table. Heartfelt tears gathered at the edges of Armstrong’s eyes.

          “We would be most honored.” He sniffled, settling himself into his chair with a grace that a man his size should not possess. Ross and Brosh both eagerly agreed, scootching their seats as close to the Elrics as possible. Conversation picked back up again at the table before Havoc slammed down a hand on the scarred wooden surface.

     “Hold up,” he slurred, starting to reach his limit in alcohol consumption. “Ed’s not... He hasn’t had a drink yet.” He pointed an accusing finger at the elder brother but it wavered and never stayed pointing in his direction for long.

     "Yeah," Breda added, not sounding much better than his friend. "You're right." He tried to give a glare, but his eyes were too unfocused for it to be intimidating. " You have to get one," he demanded, downing his own drink for emphasis. Ed chuckled, shaking his head.

     "Nah, I'm good." He waved his hand to push the command away, but that only caused the rest of the table to join in.

     "It's an honored, cherished traditon," Armstrong spoke, drunken tears streaking his face. "Passed down-" he hiccuped. "The Armstrong family... for generations!" He raised his glass in a grand toast, expressive eyes widening comically at the lack of alcohol inside of it.

     "Oh, are you sixteen already?" Ross exclaimed. "Wow, time sure does fly. I think you should try some though." Brosh nodded his head, eager as always to agree with the woman.

     "Go, Ed!" Fuery slurred out a cheer, his head lying on the table's suspiciously sticky surface. His glasses laid half askew on his face.

     "Come on, Fullmetal," Mustang teased, arching an eyebrow. "Try it out."

     "I agree," Falman shouted, slamming his glass down. "Join us in poisoning our bodies!" His blush tinged face twisted in thought for a moment, then cleared with a shrug and a mumbled, "Screw it" as he drained his own glass. Ed shook his head, snickering.

     "You guys are all idiots." He turned to the last person to speak. "Come on, Hawkeye. Help me out here." Hawkeye, the most reasonable and stoic of them all, shrugged, smiling a mischievous grin over her drink.

     "Look at that!" Mustang crowed, raising his beverage. "The great Hawkeye has declared it so. And thus, you must drink." He motioned for a waiter to come over, shouting an order out over the din. Ed opened his mouth to protest.

     "At least try one," Ross pleaded. Ed submitted, but not before leaning closer to the woman to quietly say, "But I don't even like alcohol." He roared a laugh at her surprised face towards his implication.

     "Alright, Edward," Mustang smirked when an amber liquid was placed before him. "Drink up. It's on me."

     "Does that go for all of us?" Havoc asked, hopeful. Mustang snapped his head around to glare at him.

     "No!" he screeched. Havoc's head drooped, causing a mixture of laughter and disappointed groans.

     Ed gripped the glass, staring at the liquid inside of it. There was a pale foam lying undisturbed over it with small bubbles rising from the bottom to add to the layer. He gave a deep inhale.

     "Alright," he sighed, raising drink. "Here goes." And knocked back a mouthful. He swallowed, licking his lips, nose scrunched.

     "Actually," he blinked in bewilderment. "It doesn't taste as bad as I remember it." The majority of the table was too drunk to catch on, cheering at Ed's passage to manhood, but Ross, Brosh, and Hawkeye all gave him knowing looks, and even a soft glare of disapproval from the Lieutenant as she shook her head in disbelief.

     "May I try some, Brother?" Al asked, timid. Ed pulled a thoughtful face, then shrugged.

     "One drink," he warned, handing the cold glass over. Al shivered a bit when he touched it. "That's all. I don't want you to get sick or anything." Alphonse nodded and took a delicate sip. His face scrunched up.

     "Oh, thats-" he coughed, shoving the drink back at his laughing brother. "That's..." he searched for the correct word to describe it.

     "Just say it, Al."

     "That's awful!"

     "I know, right?" Ed laughed, shaking his head. "So nasty." The group yelled teasing protests at their dislike for the beverage.

     "You'll grow into it," Mustang waved his hand, quieting the playful yells. "Let's do a toast." He raised his glass as everyone followed suit, or at least tried to. Ross handed Al a glass of water that had sat untouched in front of her. He nodded his thanks.

     "What should we toast to?" Mustang mused, growing sober for a moment. "How about..." he paused, thinking, then gave a firm nod, continuing. "For the war we've won," against Father and the homunculi "The sacrifices we've made," lost limbs and a body, innocence burned under a desert sun "The people we've loved and lost," a family man gushing over pictures of his wife and daughter, a golden haired philosopher stone with a chestnut brown haired woman, two doctors on the front lines leaving behind a daughter safe in Resembool, a little girl and her dog " And the friends we've made along the way," Mustang grinned, looking over the faces surrounding him. A chorus of "Here here"s and "Cheers" rang around the table as everyone clinked the rims of their glasses together and downed their drinks.

     The night wore on with stories, laughter, joy, and not one person wished to alter the path that had brought them all together.

Alright, that's a wrap for this week!

Thank you all so much for reading!

#teammustangweek18 #fma #fullmetal alchemist #roy mustang #riza hawkeye #jean havoc #heymans breda #vato falman #kain fuery #edward elric #alphonse elric #alex louis armstrong #louis armstrong #maria ross #denny brosh #my fic #my writing #fluff #vulgar language

[elevenhoursinfront-blog]

12th October 2017

0500 and the alarm went off. Why do I have the most ridiculous ideas? Steve turned the alarm off and I had to wake myself up fast before I fell back to sleep. I got his cards and presents on the bed and gave him a cuddle. He sat up and started opening his cards. He got another present from his Nan and Grandad which was aftershave. Perfect timing as he has about an inch left of his Joop bottle! Next was my card and my stomach was doing turns. He read the card and at the bottom wrote "PS, get dressed - we're going SKYDIVING!!!!". His face dropped and he went, "What?". I said "Yeah, today. Get ready!". The first thing he said was "Oh, so I won't be able to go back to sleep?". Erm, no dear... He kept asking if it was a joke and whether I was going to work. I told him they were white lies. We were going Skydiving and we had to be at Mission Beach for 0800. Louisa and Lexi were coming with us. We both got ready. I put some makeup on for the first time since August! I haven't put a single bit on since I've been in Cardwell, I haven't done anything to my hair either so hopefully it's healthier. I had hired the van for the day to get us to and from the beach. We left at 0645. It takes an hour so I wanted to leave with a bit of extra time just in case of traffic or diversions (although that will never happen along the Bruce Highway). I drove there and Steve sat in the front. He said he was nervous. Louisa was really nervous. I didn't feel anything yet. I was mostly nervous about being weighed. I booked Steve's present over two weeks ago. That way, I had time to lose more weight. I'm not too heavy to jump but I'm heavy enough to be charged extra which is what I don't want. I ate hardly anything over the last two weeks and the last two days I didn't eat a thing. We got there around 0745. We parked the car and went inside. We already had the forms printed and signed the Terms and Conditions. We were very organised - the man behind the desk was impressed. There were a couple of other girls waiting to jump too. It was fairly quite in the store. They had pictures up around the store of jumps, they looked unreal. They had a TV with jumps playing and it was making Louisa's stomach turn. I was so excited, I just wanted to get the weigh out of the weigh. We were all checked in and then we had to weigh. I was called first. Bugger. Okay, breathe. I stepped on and Steve looked over the counter to see. I was under the weight required and I had lost 6kg since we arrived in Cardwell. GREAT! I was feeling GREAT! Steve weighed and he has also lost 6kg. Wow, it's amazing what he can do when there's no takeaways around.  Lexi was meant to be a spectator for the day but she asked whether there was a spot to jump and there was. She has already done it but she decided to do it again when the guy said yes. She paid the fees whilst Louisa was looking at getting a dedicated video. To have your pictures and videos taken, it's an extra $129. I obviously bought those packages for Steve and I so we would be able to look back all the time. Louisa got it too but she wondered whether she could upgrade. Dedicated is where someone jumps out the plane to film you rather than it being on the wrist of your instructor. It's about $200. Lexi decided to book a dedicated so Louisa couldn't have one. You can only have one dedicated per plane because there's just enough room for the jumpers. The guy behind the counter said it would be best for Lexi because the dynamics would be completely different on a second jump. You know what to expect so yeah, I get that. We were told to go outside and wait. I saw the bus and waited. The door to the side opened and the instructors started coming out. There was a piece of paper on the wall saying who was with who. I saw a guy shout Steve's name out and he went over to him. Then Lexi, then Louisa. I waited for while. Then a guy shouted my name out. Phew. I walked over and shook his hand. His name was Adsy. They have to match the instructor to the jumper with weight. Steve's instructor was a young lad and had good banter so that was a perfect match. I had an older man but I was still happy. Lexi's guy was tiny like her. Lexi only weighs 40kg so it takes her a long time to get to the ground apparently. They put our harness on which was quite comfortable. It went around the waist, through the thighs and over your shoulders. I saw everyone being filmed before by their instructor. Mine told me to stand where I was and then disappeared. Everyone got onto the bus and I was standing there waiting. I panicked that they would leave without me. Adsy came out, quickly filmed me and got me on the bus. I had to sit in the front with the driver which I was annoyed about. I wanted to sit with my group. The drive took 25 minutes before we arrived to where the plane was. Oh my God this is actually happening. We jumped out of the bus and lined up for a photo. Steve and his instructor got into the plane first and I got in second. We were at the back of the plane so that means we were the lasts to go. There were two little benches going down the plane. We had to straddle them and sit very close to one another. We started flying up. The plane was so small and it felt funny. You had to go up facing downwards. The pilot was behind us. The instructors were filming us and the view, which was incredible. Steve's instructor got me in his film quite a lot. I squeezed Steve's hand. The door opened and I crapped myself. My instructor said "The girls in front are jumping at a lower height. Just sit still and don't panic". Okay, that's fine. The slide door opened and there was nothing stopped us from falling out. The girls just fell out of the plane, in the clouds. I listened to them scream as they went. I was shocked. You just fall out of a plane... I can't explain it. That was 6,000ft. We were jumping at 15,000ft... The plane kept going higher and higher. The sea looked an unreal turquoise colour and there were islands everywhere. The beach went on for miles and the clouds looked fluffy. It was unbelieveable. The pilot was shouting things to the instructors, things that didn't make sense to us. Northeast this and south 89 that. The instructors started clipping themselves to us in the plane and we put our googles on. It was time...

Louisa was first because she was at the front of the bench. The slide door opened and the cold wind gushed in. She sat at the edge of the plane for about 5 seconds as the first instructor sorted himself out. She screamed and she was gone. The instructors all do a handshake before they jump, maybe in case they die I'm not sure. Lexi was next and her dedicated photographer jumped out at the same time. Each person was going straight after each other. There was no time to think about anything. You just had to keep shuffling forward. Steve was next and I was after. Jesus. My heart was in my mouth and I couldn't think about anything. Steve sat on the edge and he was gone! Free falling. I shuffled down and my legs were hanging out. My instructor pushed out and we were falling from a plane at 15,000ft. I had nothing in my mind. I didn't scream. It was weird. The wind was cold and blowing in my face hard, I couldn't stop myself from dribbling! My instructor said head back and legs back, keep on smiling. Smiling will stop your face/skin from flopping about. Free falling is amazing. It doesn't feel like what you'd expect. It's nothing like being on a roller coaster when it drops. You're just falling and I can't explain the feeling. It's a feeling of nothing... The parachute went up and I've never felt such excruciating pain in my life. My harness squeezed me. It squeezed me so hard that I struggled to breathe. My instructor gave me the reins to guide and he said he would loosen it to make me more comfortable. I heard him say "Shit, that's too tight". My chest piece was the part that made him worry. My breast felt like they were being ripped off from underneath upwards. They were basically choking me. The views were unbelievable. You just sat there and slowly fell from the sky. We got to turn and twist along the way with the reins. The twists started to make me feel travel sick. I told my instructor that I felt sick with the turns and he said that he would make us go smoothly instead. I started to feel extremely ill. I tried to ignore it whilst watching the views but I couldn't. 

I told my instructor I was going to pass out. He kept talking to me, "Stay with me Charlie, just stay with me". I tried my hardest too but I couldn't. That was it. I was gone? My instructor tried to teach me how to land. He said we was coming in and I had to lift my legs extremely high. I tried to practice but I couldn't move. We landed fine and I laid on the sand. My legs were put up and Steve came over. He checked to see if I was okay. I came around, got up and I was fine. I finished my video and we walked back. I guess the adrenaline, plus my harness being too tight and not eating for the last 2 days mixed together wasn't the best mix... WHAT AN EXPERIENCE THOUGH! WOW. Steve's face. He couldn't stop smiling. I've never seen him so happy. We were all talking about our experiences. The girls kept laughing at me for passing out. It was funny at first, but when they went on about it all day. I was getting annoyed. I think you could tell, too. Our photos and videos would be ready in 45 minutes. We were given a breakfast voucher for next door, yay free food! We went next door, I ordered pancakes and Steve ordered a breakfast roll. We sat there chatting away, eating. A girl was with us who did the jump on her own. She sat and ate with us. I couldn't do it alone. You have nobody to talk too. It's not as enjoyable surely. We went back into the shop and got our USB stick and certificates. They allow you to jump on the same day for a second time for $199. It's such a good deal but for us both, that would be a lot of money that we don't have. Shame though, we would've done it. I wanted to change my experience. I'll try do it again somewhere else. We plugged our USB's into the TV's provided and watched our videos. They look unreal! You get about 200 photos too. I was so happy with how happy Steve was. In my video, you can actually see where I'm holding the reins, smiling and watching the view. Then you see my arms drop, my eyes close and my head drop. What an idiot... Oh well. You live and learn. We went to the beach and sunbathed for a few hours. We were in and out of the sea which was like bath water. We played with the frisbee and football for ages too. It was just amazing. At around 1330/1400, we left and went to get a cocktail. I had a pinacolda in a pineapple. It was so refreshing. We had some lunch and then went for a walk around the shops. There were skydives happening all day, we watched them land. I bought Steve a new travel necklace that he wanted. It's a black string with a turtle on the bottom. Looks nice to be fair. After a spot of shopping in the little souvenir shops, we went back to the skydive bar. We got a diet coke and played a game of pool before leaving. Louisa was leaving on the bus at 1820 so we had to wait for that. She was going to Cairns for the weekend. We drove round to the bus stop which was next to Woolworths. We managed to do a quick food shop for the necessities before heading home. We did the hour drive back in the dark. I was so excited to get showered as I was so sandy. I was even more excited to see the photos and watch our videos again. We stayed up fairly late to get them onto our phones and post them online. So worth it though - they came out amazing. What a day!!! The top of my bucket list has a great big TICK!

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Montgomery x Reader Imagine (Part 2/?)

NOTE: Thanks for the good feed back, guys! So here comes part 2, unfortunately I’m stupid and in the middle of writing I realised I wrote this one in first person. Anyway, tell me which person do you prefer (I can try the third next time lol). This one is bit longer than the previous one, I hope you’ll like it xx *** I spent most of the Saturday with Sheri so I didn’t have much time to think about the hot tub thing, but Sunday… Most of the day I sat at my room, reading book, even though better word would be holding. I stared at one page for an hour and haven’t read a single word. Was I too hard on him? I mean, I joked around and made innuendos with all the jocks all the time, including Monty, but leaving him like that in the hot tub is something on a whole new level. Whatever, he started it and he deserved it. But memories of his lips and if his hands on my body still gave me chills. Fuck you, Montgomery, I whispered. Next day at school wasn’t anything special until I came to the chemistry lesson, a little bit late. “Please, take a sit, Ms. Y/L.N”, teacher barely even looked at me. I looked around the classroom and spotted last empty chair. Next to Montgomery.   “You gotta be kidding me”, I mumbled under my breath. “Hey, you”, I sat on my chair. “Hey”, he kinda acted normal, kinda stared at me. “How was the rest of the party, huh? You smoked some weed, play some video games?”, why am I like this, why did I even started this topic. “I had to jack off in the hot tub. Because of you”, he whispered through his clenched teeth. “Ew, does Bryce know about it?”, I prayed for him to shut up, afraid that someone would hear something and honestly, I couldn’t imagine anything some embarassing than people finding out that two of us made out. “You will regret it.” “Yeah, right”, I snorted. His hand went behind me and his fingers started running along my spine. I tensed up trying not to show that it had an effect on me. “Okay class”, teacher finally started lesson, “most of this semester, you’ll work in pairs, so look at your neighbour and say Hi to your new partner”. I slowly turned my head to look at Montgomery, now disgusted even more then when he mentioned jacking off in the hot tub. “What did you get in chemistry last semester?”, I asked. “What do I need to play in the team?” “C average or above”, everyone in sports teams said it like a mantra, it was literally the only condition, that has to be fulfilled to be in the team. “So it was C?”, I guessed. “Well, yeah, what did you get?” “A”, I sighed knowing all the work would be on me this semester. Next day I was in cafeteria, waiting in the line to get my food, wearing my cheerleader suit. “You’re looking good, you know?”, I heard annoying voice behind me. “Why don’t you just get ‘lookin’ good’ tattoed on your face?”, I answered bored. “Besides, you have seen me in cheerleader suit a thousand times.” “Yeah, but last Friday I took a good look at you in bathing suit…” “No way”, I interrupted him with sarcastic tone. “… And now I know what’s under it”, he continued. “What has gotten into you today?”, I asked, little bit shocked with his dirty talk. “I told you, you will regret”, he whispered. “So you gonna sexually harrass me for the rest of my life?”, I turned around to look at him and saw Clay Jensen coming up. “Hey, Jensen”, I said bit louder so he could hear. He waved at me and smiled. “Did you talk to Jeff?”, I asked. “US history and English will be kicking his ass once again.” “Yeah, I spoke to him and yeah I will tutor him”, he said as he walked by. “Thank you”, I gave him a high five. “You’re da best.” “Thanks, Y/N”. “Real MVP!”, you shouted and he laugh. I finally got my food, grabbed the tray and went to the table not waiting for Monty. I barely sat went Jessica came over with a smile on her face. “Okay, bitches, party at my place, Friday, 7pm”, she said, punched my arm and went. “Seriously, you have to stop doing it! Where are you going?”, I shouted. “To spread the news!” Friday came up and I really didn’t feel like coming. Again. “You always complain, but still come go the party and have a great time”, Jess said when we were walking home from school. “So stop making up excuses, or I swear I’ll slap you.” “You can’t fight with an argument like this, I guess”, I sighed. My parents didn’t have anything against the party, they didn’t put much interest in me as long as my grades were good and I was in cheerleaders team. I showed up at Jessica’s at 7, and was one of the firsts, because 7 really mean 9, but it was okay. My plan was to get buzzed (and I really wanted to get drunk that night) before party starts for good and to avoid Montgomery. Good thing was that after Tuesday talk in cafeteria he kinda stopped annoying me. By 10 pm I was properly drunk, so when Justin asked if I want to play spin the bottle with him and few other people of course I was like “Duh, fuck yeah”. I sat the floor between Sheri and Zach. “Hey, Monty, you play?”, Zach asked and moved slightly making place for Montgomery to sit between us. It didn’t really bothered me, because last three days he had been acting normal, so I thought he finally accepted the fact he got played. After few spins bottle pointed at me, I leaned towards Troy and gave him a quick kiss. I spinned the bottle and it pointed Monty. With poker I turned to him and kissed him as quickly as I did with Troy. He spinned and it pointed on me again. “Seriously?!”, I sighed. He quickly wrapped his arm around my neck, turned us, so people couldn’t really see our faces and kissed me stucking his tongue in my mouth. It lasted way too long than typical kiss in the game. “At least first bring her a drink, Montgomery”, Justin said and threw chips in our direction. “Easy, hot head”, I mumbled as I moved away without looking at his face. Few minutes later game was over, mostly because Jessica and Justin turned it into make out session. I got up and went to the kitchen, to make myself another drink and grab something to eat. One minute later I felt someone smacked my ass. “Did you just…”, I didn’t even have to look to know who it was. “You’re fucking disgusting, you know that?” “Maybe, but somehow I think you you’re into it and you like what is going on between us”, he took a sip of my drink without asking. “Oh my God, you’re also fucking ridiculous”, I said with my eyes wide open. “I’m too sober for that shit”, I drank whole drink at once. “You swallow fast”, he said with cocky smirk on his face. “One more word and I’ll throw up at you, I swear”. “Yo, Y/N”, I heard Jeff calling my name.  “Wanna go for a beer run with me?” “With pleasure”, I answered and run to him without even looking and Monty. In the car Jeff told me how he helped Clay and Hannah with their twisted situation, clearly proud of himself that for once he turned out to be smarter than Clay. “You’re good guy, Atkins”, I smiled at him. “All you want is to play baseball, have a good grades and help Clay with Hannah and that’s beautiful.” “Oh, come on, I’m gonna blush”, he laughed. “No seriously, I will tell every girl that you’re the most pure, sweetest cinnamon roll and that you’re different than others and don’t care about scoring". Weird grin showed up on his face. “You already scored today, didn’t you?”, I punched him in the arm. “I take my words back, you’re awful”, I laughed. “How does it happen that everyone make out with everyone, except me?“ “You know…”, Jeff moved in the seat. “It’s probably cause you always seem so… tied… And stressed” “Excuse me?”, I turned on the seat. “Well, you know, compared to other cheerleaders… Look, they don’t give a shit about anything, they don’t give a shit about school, about grades, they don’t give a shit even about cheerleading. And you care about everything and that’s why you seem more stressed than them”, he tried to explain. “Take a chill pill, make out with someone, have some fun”, he punched my arm. (Un)fortunately his words and the drink I drank and once before leaving for beer run, both hit me at the same time. Super drunk me decided to make out with somebody. Anybody. We came back, I left the car and started walking towards Jessica’s home, having big troubles with walking in straight line.   “Y/N, for fuck’s sake, just be careful”, Jeff shouted for me. “Yeah, yeah”, I mumbled getting into the house. I looked around and spotted Montgomery sitting on the couch, doing something of his phone. I went there, sat next to him and put my hand on his thigh. “It’s a party, Monty, put this phone away and have some fun”, I said. “Huh, look who’s gotten friendly”, he looked at me suspiciously. “I know, I’ve been a bitch but I went for that beer run with Jeff, you know, and I realized some things”. “Really, what things, for example?”, he put his arm around me. I didn’t answer him, I stared at his face instead, giggling. “God, you’re handsome”, I said glancing at his lips. “Okay, here’s what we gonna do”, he leaned towards me and whispered into my ear, “I’m gonna go upstairs, to Jessica’s room, and you’ll join me in few minutes”, his lips were touching my ear. I nodded my head, Monty quickly kissed me on the neck and basically run upstairs. “I’m gonna get laid”, I mumbled to myself. “I think I’m gonna get laid.” “Hey Y/N”, Jessica jumped on the couch. “Where have you been, I was looking for you.” “I was on a beer run with Jeff.” “Goood, I was afraid we run out of alcohol, but then Jeff came in like a Superman with sixpacks”, she giggled. “I think I need some water”, I smiled at her and left to the kitchen, I need to get rid of her. I poured myself a water, drank it and run upstairs. When I opened door to Jessica’s room, it was dark inside. I closed and locked the door. “Montgomery?”, I whispered. I heard steps behind me, second later Monty pushed me to the wall, grabbed my wrists put them above my head. His hands went down the sides of my body, until he grabbed my thighs and pulled me up, so I could wrap my legs around his waist. He laid me on the bed his lips went from my down neck to collarbones and started sucking it just like a week ago. “Monty”, I punched his arm. He pulled up, stroked cheek, and said, “Today I make the rules”, shiver went down my spine. “Fuck”, I mumbled. His hand went from my thigh to my breast and squizzed it. The other one pulled dress up, he started kissing my stomach, getting lower and lower, sucked my belly button, probably causing huge hickey around it, but I really fucking didn’t care. His head went up and he kissed my lips again. I felt his fingers sliding into panties which only turned me on more. I started unbottoning his shirt but he grabbed both of my wrists with spare hand. “Keep your hands yourself”, he whispered and slided his fingers into me. I scratched his back. “You like that?”, he asked as he curled his fingers and pumped them again and again. “Fuck, Montgomery, I want you, just fuck me already”, I moaned. “Does it turn you on?”, another pump. I nodded my head and bit my lip trying to not make any noices. It was dark, my eyes were closed, butcould sense fucking cocky smirk on his face. He slided out of me and sat bed. “Monty, why did you stop?”, I also sat on bed and switched the light on. He bottoned up two bottons I had undo and fixed his hair. “What the fuck are you doing?”, I asked. He stood up, leaned towards me and looking me in the eyes said, “Guess you can’t play the player, huh?” “Are you kidding me?”, I shouted. “It was fun, see you on Monday”, he unlocked the door, smiled at me and left the room. I sat there speechless for a few good minutes. “What the fuck did just happen?”, I asked myself out loud. I fixed my hair, took a deep breath and decided to go back to the party. “Fucking bastard”, I mumbled. I went down and sat on the couch next to Jess. “Why don’t you have any drink?”, she asked. “I’m good, thanks”. “You know, to be honest, you look a little fucked, break will be good for you”, she said, even though she was the one who was barely able to speak. “ Where the fuck is Justin?”, she looked around. “He’s playing beer pong with Montgomery”, Alex Standall sat on a chair in front of us. “Cool, thanks Alex”, Jessica got up. “You’re not coming?”, she asked me. “No thanks, I’m good, just gonna sit for a while”, I answered but she was gone before I even stopped talking. “How’s the party, Alex?” “I love her”, he mumbled, looking after Jess. “Oh God”, I rolled my eyes. “You two dated for like two months, year ago, seriously man, get over it”. “It’s love. It’s not logic”, he sighed. “Alex, I’m not saying this because I’m a bitch or because I root for Jessica and Justin. I’m saying this because you’re good and you deserve to be happy, okay? Move. On.” Said me. Person who couldn’t get over the fact that she got played by a player because she tried to get him played. Hypocrisy at it’s finest. I walked around the house, looking for Jeff, who was supposed to drive me home. Instead I bumped on Sheri. I pretended to listen to her while I was discretly watching Montgomery talking to some girl, wrapping his disgusting arm around her. “…are you even listening to me?”, she shaked my arm. “Umm, yeah, I was just… Looking at driveway, but I can’t spot Jeff’s car”, I lied quickly, in the meantime Monty got back inside. “He went for another beer run”. “Okay, I gotta go”, I smiled at her and went to the house. I saw de la Cruz shouting something to Justin as he was walking upstairs and then got into bathroom. I got you, you little fucker, I thought, went upstairs and stood next to door as if I was waiting in the line. “Are you waiting to get to the bathroom?”, Troy, the baseball player, patted my shoulder. “Yeah, yeah, I am”, I had to get rid of him, “Umm, you know… I feel a little bit sick, so it may take a moment…” “Are you gonna throw up?” “Maybe… As I said, it may take a moment. But you can use bathroom downstairs, it’ll probably be faster.” “Good idea, you’re smart”, he pointed at me. “Take care, Y/N” “Bye, Troy”, I chuckled watching him, when he was trying not to kill himself on the stairs. And I heard door getting unlocked. Montgomery opened them and then I pushed him back inside and locked the doors again. “We are finishing it now”, I said, grabbed his neck and kissed him.

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What the Fates Will Allow || [Part 2.]

Seokjin, son of Hestia

Synopsis: Jin’s rising star for being featured on the front page of the zine doesn’t mean he can neglect his gardening. After all, he puts his pants on one leg at a time, just like everyone else. Author’s Note: I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. I really enjoyed writing this. Don’t hesitate to drop some feedback in my inbox, I’m always down to hear it. Gif credit is here.

“So? Eat less and don’t eat after 8 p.m.”

“Hey, you’re face looks familiar.”

Jin wasn’t sure how many times he heard that line over the last three days, but no matter the frequency, it made him glow. Every time he heard it, his ears would perk up and his eyes would sparkle as he turned his attention to the person.

“I’ve been here a while so, you may have seen me around,” he would say meekly. 

But he knew that was the biggest lie he was comfortable telling. Jin knew why his face was so familiar to so many people around the compound this week. Thanks to Hobi who begrudgingly wrote up a story on the approval of the fruit orchard, his picture was splashed across the front page of the zine. And sure, most people were buzzing about the missing Hades recruits, but his face was the only other human face on the page. People were bound to notice him more this week.

Despite his rising fame, Jin wanted to at least retain his old routine. No matter how much accolade he would receive for his communal vegetable garden or the fruit orchard, he couldn’t neglect the care he put into them in the first place. The plants would need water regardless of how many people stopped him to ask about his face.

So as he stooped down in the center of the tomato plants in the communal vegetable garden, he sighed contentedly. With all the welcomed attention, he liked the idea of this semblance of normalcy. Plants didn’t radically change or judge. They gave as much as the reaper and sower put in--nothing more, nothing less. Truly inspiring really, when he really thought about it.

All his life Jin spent his free time growing things. Before he even heard the news about being a demigod, he would beg his father to allow him a few potted plants in his room. I can grow food we can use, he tried to argue. Over a span of four years, Jin successfully wore his father and stepmother down and received an abundance of planters in assorted sizes, seeds of various plants and a beginner’s guide to gardening.

Soon, his plants became too big and less practical for a room, so he convinced his father to allow him a greenhouse. A tiny little space in the backyard is all he needed. But soon he became enchanted with other aspects of plants. Flowers and medicinal herbs soon became equally as interesting as the food he grew.

People said he was a little too obsessed with plants, but he’d beg to differ. Not enough people were obsessed with plants in his humble opinion. They gave so much to people, but most couldn’t even begin to fathom how little they gave back to plants.

“Hey Green Thumb,” Jin heard, breaking him from his steady rhythm of trimming.

Searching for the direction of the voice, Jin’s eyes locked in on a familiar frame. A glistening arm went up to shield his face from the sun as he squinted to get a better look at the person’s face.

“Hobi, you know how much I love that nickname.”

Pretending to be let down, his smile remained as he weaved his way through the various vegetables.

“I keep forgetting that you like to be called Green Thumb,” he mused aloud. “How does Soil Boy sound? Get it? It’s because you’re dirty a lot, but you also work with soil--”

“I get it, it’s just not funny.”

“Oh forgive me, I almost forgot how funny you never were.”

Jin gave an exasperated sigh. He didn’t like when people joked about his humor. While the son of Hestia knew it was his fate to live the rest of his life in a garden, something he was perfectly fine with, he knew he was funny. In fact, everyone knew he was funny. That’s why people always laughed around him.

The eldest laughed with ease, “You’re calling me Green Thumb, but clearly someone else is green.”

Hobi gave out a snarky laugh. “Me? Jealous? Of what?”

“Me and my jokes.”

“What jokes Jin? My grandpa has better jokes and he’s dead.”

“You always say that your grandpa is funnier, but how can I know that if he’s dead? That’s the most useless argument.”

“You know, there was a reason I was visiting, but you’ve angered me so, I don’t even think I can remember now.”

Jin only laughed, looking at the younger demigod. “You mean you weren’t here to see my beautiful face in person? I have to say I look good in print, but you have to admit the real thing is better right?”

It was almost instantaneous how quickly Hobi shook his head, amused.

Hobi was the first real friend Jin made at the compound. Sure, Jin was probably the longest resident and recruit here but he didn’t make friends easily. His personality was too nurturing, too unconditional to allow for genuine friendships to bloom. Regardless of whether anyone intended to be his friend or not, if they needed help, he was more than happy to oblige. It was just in his nature.

So far, Hobi was one of the few people around the compound who didn’t ask for favors. Most people wanted his knowledge on homemade remedies and natural skincare, an ear to vent or wondered if he was in the middle of brewing a pot of tea--the list of things Jin could provide seemingly endless. But not Hobi. The guy just seemed interested in talking to someone who wasn’t obsessed with bringing up their immortal parent every two minutes.

Standing up, Jin decided he needed a break. Unceremoniously, the tall demigod wiped the sweat pooling at his hairline with the back of his arm.

“So, how’re things going? I’m sure you didn’t walk all the way across campus just to see this handsome face--your loss really.”

“I told you, never mind,” Hobi said as he thumbed the leaf of a tomato plant.

“Then why are you still here?”

The orange-haired guy shrugged, glancing back at him before returning his gaze to the slightly damp soil beneath his feet. The silence only dragged on as Jin continued to stare at Hobi for what felt like a lifetime. He was hoping he could wear him down and get Hobi talking. His friend was never one to just drop in without purpose. 

He also never thought his purpose was so inane as to completely abandon it once he arrived, no matter how goofy Jin was acting that day.

Before their conversation could comfortably continue, they were interrupted by a someone who entered the vegetable garden.

“Um, Seokjin--”

“You can just call me Jin,” the demigod replied, the wind ruffling his brown hair into his eyes slightly.

“Sorry. Jin, some people told me you’re the person to go to for herbal medicines.”

Jin’s mouth twisted to the side, lips pursed. “Who said that?”

“Kwangsu.”

“I told you that asshole would say something,” Hobi said, his tone so I-told-you-so that Jin groaned loudly, eyes squeezed shut as he tilted his head back.

Turning to face the visitor, Hobi addressed the girl directly. “Kwangsu is mistaken.”

“No, he got that stomach ache remedy from you.”

“And how can you be so sure?” Jin asked, titling his head to the side as he looked at the visitor.

“The infirmary gives you actual medicine.”

“Excuse me!” Jin said, his voice booming over the vegetable garden as he gave the girl an incredulous look. “I’ll have you know that medicinal herbs are just as effective and just as real as the chemically manufactured shit biscuits they call pills.”

The girl only grinned in response as Hobi watched in stunned silence as his friend ratted himself out.

“It’s a good thing you don’t have a big mouth Jin,” Hobi responded before looking back at the girl. “What the fuck are you looking for?”

“I’m having bad indigestion.”

“So? Eat less and don’t eat after 8 p.m.”

The girl only scowled at Hobi. 

In all seriousness, Jin wasn’t supposed to be giving out medicinal herbs--hell, he never got the okay to grow them. But in the Hestia cabin, in his little room, he had so many medicinal herbs growing, he had to find a way to get rid of the fully grown herbs to make room for the new ones. Anyone injured or sick on the compound was supposed to get any medication or treatment from the infirmary, but the few who knew of Jin’s capabilities would seek him and his medicinal herbs out.

“I need medicine,” the girl reiterated to Jin even though her eyes were set on Hobi.

“Are you deaf? He said he doesn’t--”

“What are you symptoms?” Jin interrupted Hobi.

“I told you, it’s indigestion.”

“I know, but sometimes that can be a misdiagnosis on your part and I don’t want to give you herbal medicine that doesn’t treat what you have.”

The girl stuttered out a few symptoms, her tone sounded unsure and questioning. And that’s when her facade began to break down and Hobi shook his head, folding his arms over his chest.

“You Dionysus recruits are so full of shit,” Hobi replied, making Jin’s eyes widen.

“Hobi--”

“When’s the big party then?”

The girl tried to pass off a confused look but as Jin squinted his eyes, focusing on her, he could see she was unsure of how to lie about needing his herbal medicines.

“I don’t know what you mean,” she stuttered out, her eyes sliding from Hobi to Jin and then back to Hobi.

The Hermes recruit sighed deeply, unamused and unimpressed.

“You act as if I haven’t written a story on this before. I know you’re trying to get wormwood herbs out of Jin.”

“What!” she shouted. “Why? Why would I do that?”

Jin felt his eyebrows furrow deep on his forehead as he looked her over. “Because wormwood herbs, when concentrated, can make absinthe.”

Jin didn’t know much about absinthe, but he knew with a bottle of hard alcohol, some wormwood and 26 hours, the Dionysus recruits would have a full-blown absinthe beverage available for a party--something that has happened before, thanks to having the herb on hand to treat digestive problems and menstrual cramps.

Instead of feeling upset or angry that the girl would lie, he almost felt sorry to have to turn her away. “I’m sorry...I can’t actually help you out. Those herbs are only used for medicinal purposes, besides the amount I give out now wouldn’t be enough for you to make absinthe. It only really works for three cups of tea.”

The girl’s expression drastically changed from mild confusion and extreme uncertainty to desperation. Jin, for a solitary moment, felt bad. If he could help, he would. But after the fiasco last time he gave out copious amounts of wormwood herbs and the fact that he wasn’t given the go-ahead for any of this, the risk wasn’t worth it. Especially for a girl he hardly knew.

“I can’t go back empty-handed.”

Hobi gave an unimpressed huff, “Not his problem, I’m afraid.”

Without another word, she turned around and timidly left the vegetable garden.

“I swear I hate Dionysus recruits--they’re such assholes,” Hobi complained.

“Hobi--”

“That girl was about to pretend like she was sick to get wormwood herbs off of you.”

“But still, you were kind of harsh don’t you think?”

Hobi gave a blank stare, blinking twice before shaking his head. “I could’ve said a lot worse than that.”

“Trust me, I know,” Jin quickly added. “Are you sure nothing is bothering you that you want to talk about? Is that why you showed up?”

The orange-haired demigod rolled his eyes as he quarter-turned away from Jin. “Didn’t you listen to me earlier? I said nevermind. Besides, don’t you have food to shove into your face? I know it’s been at least five minutes since your last big meal.”

It was a well-known fact about Jin. He ate well. No matter what he was doing or how busy he got, Jin would eat regardless. But this was obviously a deflection tactic Hobi enlisted to get his nurturing friend to change the subject.

Jin gave one of his knowing looks, the kind that really ate at Hobi’s patience. After all, Hobi wanted to keep as much distance as he could from that prying stare Jin could perfectly deliver anytime he felt like someone was hiding something from him. Just as Hobi swore he wouldn’t crack, he could feel the mounting stress and realized that he came here because the last few days hadn’t been the most comfortable.

He needed someone to talk to.

“What’s your mom like?”

The question was so abrupt Jin hesitated for several seconds, trying to process something he never heard Hobi question or talk about.

Glancing at his friend, Jin could see something was bothering him. Was that really why he asked such a question?

“You never ask--”

“I know, I know,” Hobi said, holding a hand up as his friend’s eyes scanned the vegetable garden. “Someone asked me about mine and I just…”

“Everyone asks each other about their parents though,” Jin pointed out, trying to remind Hobi of why he chose to hang around Jin most of the time.

Hobi shook his head, “This wasn’t just someone--bad wording on my part.” For a few seconds, Hobi looked deep in thought. Jin was starting to feel worried before he finally said something. “Director Yoo asked a question about him. It just had me thinking is all…”

Jin’s face softened considerably. At least five days passed since his meeting with Director Yoo about his Hades block story and of all the things they discussed, it seemed only one thing left its mark with his orange-haired friend. Hobi wasn’t usually like this though, Jin contemplated. He was the best out of everyone around the compound with his parental issues. In fact, one could argue Hobi was strangely accepting of the idea of never meeting his father.

“He doesn’t owe me a visit or anything else, does he?” he said during their first conversation.

But at the moment, it looked like not knowing him was burrowing under Hobi’s skin.

“She was soft,” Jin stated, his voice growing thinner as he contemplated the memory. “The softest I ever felt. She was the mom I always wanted but never had.”

Jin could almost see her now. The soft glow that seemed to radiate from somewhere deep inside of her. The way she touched his cheek and said his name, her voice as smooth and rich as warm honey. It was like she was proud of him, but he couldn’t even remember what there was to be proud of.

“That moment can last a lifetime,” he continued with a gentle smile. “I could never see her again and that would be alright because in that one moment she was the greatest thing I’d ever seen.”

Life wasn’t always easy for the happy-go-lucky guy. He grew up with a mom who was always spiteful of him. He wasn’t her child but she was expected to take care of him as if he were. His father never seemed motivated to step in when the verbal abuse from his “mother” became too much, which led to the guilt that gave him the greenhouse and the endless supply of funds for Jin to continue taking care of plants and the garden. The greenhouse was the only place he could truly escape to. He was picked on at school, hated at home and ignored by his dad.

Despite the mistreatment from the woman he had to call mom, Jin didn’t hate her. No, how could he really? When she married his father, his father promised she wouldn’t have to raise Jin. But when his son turned out to be soft, gentle-hearted, kind, nurturing and everything his father couldn’t deal with, his father pushed for his new wife to raise him.

So when Jin found out one day after passing out in the greenhouse that he was connected to something higher than the ever-growing obsession with plants, he felt changes. He felt different. He could almost feel the earth and the plants around him. Was that even the right word? It wasn’t like the plants talked to him--that made no sense. But he could feel them, empathize with their struggles or rejoice in their blooming happiness in the sun. All he ever wanted to do after that moment was take care of the people around him, something he felt most of his life but never did because he felt like he didn’t know how. Now he did. 

Things made sense all of a sudden. And that’s when his true mother visited. In all her beautiful glory, she explained how much potential he truly had and how much she mourned that she couldn’t be by his side everyday. Although she couldn’t be there for him, she did say she was always watching him. And that made Jin feel somewhat complete.

So someone did care, he thought to himself. It was enough to help him endure the trashiness of his life, the daily reminder that he wasn’t worthy of his “mom’s” love, the silence from his father and the teasing from kids at school. He could withstand it all now that he was certain someone actually cared about what he did in life.

It was this completeness, this satisfactory high that Jin wished everyone could feel.

Hobi gave a half-smile, one that crept into the different crevices of his face, but never really settled in his eyes.

“She sounds lovely.”

The smile on Jin’s face only became softer, “She is.”

“How often does Hestia visit?”

In response, the demigod’s broad shoulders bobbed up in a shrug as he looked over the garden. “I don’t really keep up with it, but I think a few times a year,” he answered. “It seems kind of random to me.”

This was the truly cruel reality about being a demigod. It wasn’t fair, in Jin’s opinion. Some saw their parents frequently while others went their entire lives without ever meeting them. It just didn’t seem right to have a kid, dump them into the world and never visit.

Being a demigod wasn’t always this hard or easy depending on the individual, but there was always an emptiness before one found out. Everyone started with a void that could easily swallow them whole, but the void got smaller for Jin when Hestia first visited. He couldn’t imagine how large some people’s voids became with the lack of contact with their deity parent.

This made Jin wonder just how big the void was for Hobi.

“Do you ever want to meet Hermes?” the taller demigod asked, stooping once again to prune a few of the potato plants.

As Hobi thought about his reply, he looked over the entire garden. “Some days I do, other days I don’t see the need. It’s not like it’ll change much of anything.”

“That’s where I think you’re wrong,” Jin retorted.

“Enlighten me then.”

“I’m not saying it’ll be true for you, I’m just saying meeting your dad might change a few things.”

“Will I still have to work out of the mail room?”

“You know you could’ve asked to work with travel arrangements for missions right?”

Hobi rolled his eyes. “This is exactly why I hate talking to you sometimes, you don’t get it.”

Jin only laughed in response, amused at how annoyed his friend was.

“And what’s not to get? You got to choose from the mail room, travel arrangements and travel documents and you chose the mail room.”

“I don’t want to be stuck on this compound forever,” Hobi countered, finally looking down at his broad-shouldered friend. “What use am I on the compound if I don’t actually go on missions or do much of anything that’s worth doing?”

��I’ve never left the compound, and look how meaningful my work is.”

“I’m not saying I don’t do anything meaningful, I just want to go on missions, help out. I didn’t inherit athleticism from my dad for nothing.”

“But you get to use that in intramural sports.”

Jin was meant to help, but Hobi was only feeling worse about his position now. The only place he got to use his speed and agility was with an intramural basketball team made up of Zeus kids who just loved to boast about being the offspring of the king of the gods.

“And you don’t see anything wrong with that statement,” Hobi said, shaking his head.

Off in the distance, Jin heard his name being yelled. Someone was running toward them, someone who looked oddly familiar. As she got closer, Jin stood, recognizing her immediately.

“Y/N?” Hobi asked, stating the very question Jin had.

By the time she came to a full stop, Jin was looking her over. Skin flushed from all the running, she was hunched over, breathing heavily and doing everything in her power to steady herself again.

“I just saw you yesterday. Did the tea not work?” Jin asked, worried that something was wrong.

When Y/N finally looked up, Hobi and Jin both looked worried. There was a fear in her eyes that both could sense. Something must’ve been wrong.

“It’s Hades block.”

Hobi immediately jumped in, grabbing the reporter notebook he carried in his back pocket at all times and sliding the pen from between the wire ream. “What about Hades block?”

“Someone was just taken.”

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Two Guys and a Baby: Day 14

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Crowley smiled and gently squeezed her hand. “Well, credit where it’s due, your son played a significant part in me having that revelation. Might’ve gotten a bit too attached.” “He does have that effect on people, yes,” Lucy said somewhat proudly, before pausing. She took a deep breath. “You know, I formally fired Adam’s old babysitter.” “And you were right to,” Crowley added. “Do you want to be Adam’s new babysitter?”

Or, new Arrangements abound.

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“Remind me again why you wanted me to pick up your boss from the airport with you,” Ezra said through gritted teeth in an attempt to have a casual conversation as Anthony sped through the streets of London in Lucy’s black Toyota Aygo. His knuckles whitened as his grip tightened on the door’s handle, desperately clinging to it. Adam was giggling in the back seat. “I mean, we’ve only ‘been an item’ formally for a few days. Isn’t that, you know, weird? I’m quite sure miss Ferguson doesn’t even know I exist.”

“Eeeeh…” Anthony said as he turned sharply onto the ramp to the M25. With Anthony, ‘Eeeeh…’ was a surprisingly versatile exclamation. It could be anything from denial to overwhelming joy. But in this case, it sounded more like an admission of guilt. 

“She knows I exist, doesn’t she?”

“Look at it like this,” Anthony mumbled. Ezra could feel the anxiety in his voice. “Isn’t it weird that I lost Lucy’s instructions only hours after I got Adam? I mean, if I hadn’t had you, I don’t know what I would have done with him,” he said, gesturing at the little boy strapped tightly into the baby seat. “I don’t think it’s weird at all for her to meet the person who’s helped me take care of him all this time. And, you know, Stansted airport is like an hour long drive and I haven’t properly driven a car in a decade. Not one with manual transmission, anyway.”

“You don’t say...”

“I just… like your company and having an extra pair of eyes is never a bad idea.”

“Anything for you, my dear,” Ezra said, faking a smile and ignoring the twist that formed in his stomach as Anthony exited the M25 with the same ferocious speed with which he entered it. 

*

"There's my baby!" Lucy cried as she entered the arrivals hall. She left her suitcase and her wife in the dust as she sprinted towards Adam, Crowley and Ezra, caramel curls cascading down her back and her black maxi dress billowing behind her. Belle laughed, taking Lucy's suitcase in her free hand, following her wife at a leisurely stroll.

"Thanks, I've been moisturising," Crowley joked.

"Shut up, Anton." Lucy bent down and picked up Adam from his stroller to shower his little face with kisses.

Belle smiled apologetically as she caught up with her wife. "Sorry about that. She was just so anxious to see Adam again, by the time we got into the cab in Zagreb, nothing could get in her way."

Crowley waved his hand dismissively. "No hard feelings."

The woman extended her hand to him. "I'm Belle, by the way. You must be Mr. Crowley." Belle had olive skin and a dark, wild mane, covered partly by a tan fedora* and the way she carried herself was so laidback, it would give a sloth a run for its money.

(*An actual fedora, mind you. Not those cheap things that get passed off as the real deal, nowadays.)

Lucy had mentioned she was a model and Crowley remembered having seen her pictures in magazines, but they couldn’t begin to compare to meeting the woman in person. Crowley was lucky to be exclusively attracted to men, or things might have gotten awkward.

"I am," Crowley said, taking her hand and shaking it. "Pleased to meet you."

"The feeling's mutual." Belle turned to Ezra, holding out her hand to him as well. "And you are? Lucy never mentioned a husband."

Ezra grew red at the ears, but never lost his composure. He accepted her hand and shook it as well. "Boyfriend, actually,” he mumbled nervously, scratching behind his ear. “I just helped Anthony take care of dear Adam and we kind of went from there. You see, he lost his instructions in a duck pond and--"

"He what?!" Lucy cried.

Belle only grinned. "You gotta tell us everything."

*

And so, he did.

As if Lucy's passenger seat driving wasn't bad enough, Ezra was recounting the last eight years of his and Crowley's relationship as well as everything that happened between the three of them to Belle in embarrassing detail. Now and again, Crowley could manage to get a word in, in order to slightly salvage what was left of his reputation.

*

It was around 4 o'clock in the afternoon - on Fridays, that meant the office buildings and their adjacent car parks in London were about to be vacated by their tired workers - when Crowley and Lucy had left Ezra, Adam and Belle in Belle and Lucy’s Westminster apartment and ventured into the parking garage. They were going to pick up Adam’s bag and his camping cot. There wouldn’t be room for any other passengers.

It was just the two of them now. Childhood friends. Head of Marketing and assistant. Employer and employee. Crowley took a deep breath and said “Lucy, there’s something I need to tell you.” 

“I think I know what you’re going to say,” Lucy answered. “But tell me, anyway.” 

Crowley took a deep breath. Of course, someone at the office had notified her about his resignation. It would be foolish to think otherwise.

“I turned in my resignation last Monday,” Crowley mumbled. “Not because of you, mind, you’re the best boss I’ve ever had. It’s just… everything around it. The work wasn’t fulfilling anymore and I was so, so done with Hastings and Liggett’s constant harassment.”

“I can only imagine.” A glint in Lucy’s eyes said she would be Having Words with people next Monday. “Quite honestly, I’m glad you made that decision.”

Crowley frowned. “What? Why?”

“I’m not blind, Anton,” Lucy said as she carefully took hold of his hand. “I could see that the job wasn’t right for you anymore. Who knows, maybe it never was… I know you came from the arts and that you can’t fully give yourself creatively as a marketing assistant. So yeah, I was hoping you’d have that revelation.”

Crowley smiled and gently squeezed her hand. “Well, credit where it’s due, your son played a significant part in that. Might’ve gotten a bit too attached.”

“He does have that effect on people, yes,” Lucy said somewhat proudly, before pausing. She took a deep breath. “You know, I formally fired Adam’s old babysitter.” 

“And you were right to,” Crowley added.

“Do you want to be Adam’s new babysitter?”

“I… What?”

“Belle and I discussed it when we heard about your resignation, and we both want Adam to have a positive male role model in his life. Someone creative, and accepting, and without too much toxic masculinity, because God knows he’ll learn that at school, and well, both you and your boyfriend fit the bill.” 

Crowley laughed and waved his hand, interrupting Lucy’s rant. “We’ll do it. It’d be our pleasure.”

“But Anton, I won’t be able to pay you what head office paid you. Not even close. I want you to really think about this before you make any rash decisions.”

“Lucy, listen,” Crowley said, laying his hands on Lucy’s shoulders. “I knew I was going to have to down-size when I quit my job. I’ve made ends meet with very little, so if I can get by doing something I love, like my art and looking after Adam, I’m happy.” The corner of his mouth quirked into a smile. “My mind is made up.”

Powerful arms wrapped around Crowley’s chest as Lucy crashed into him. As she squeezed, his spine popped in two places. “Anton, you’re the best!”

“So,” Crowley wheezed, “going to my place to pick up Adam’s stuff during rush hour would be a massive waste of time?”

“It would,” Lucy agreed, letting go of Crowley. “Shall we go and give Belle and Ezra the good news?”

Crowley grinned and turned on the heel of his snakeskin boot. “Yeah, let’s go.” 

*

Crowley and Lucy came back to sounds of laughter coming from Belle and Lucy’s flat. They exchanged a quick, questioning glance before Lucy opened the front door to peek in.

“Honey, you’ll never believe it!” Belle all but shouted at Lucy. Crowley looked around for Ezra, only to find him with a pen and a copy of his latest book in hand, blushing to the tips of his ears. Adam was on the floor, playing with his blocks. “Mr. Fell is the guy who wrote my favorite book! He’s even signing it for me, isn’t that amazing?”

Ezra smiled and looked up from the book. “My, you’re back quickly. What happened, dear?”

“Lucy and I decided picking up Adam’s stuff would be a waste of time,” Crowley said as he walked up to Ezra, scratching behind his ear. “Seeing as I’m going to be looking after him during office hours, starting Monday.” He nervously glanced at Ezra, who was beaming at him.

“Oh, but Anthony, that’s wonderful!” Ezra said, handing the book and pen back to Belle before hugging Crowley. 

Crowley firmly returned his embrace. “How about you? Getting used to the feeling of signing books?”

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it, dear,” Ezra mumbled, pulling back. “It’s just so… so nice to get recognition for all of the hard work I put into this.” He gazed at the book lovingly. Crowley wasn’t jealous at all.

Ezra closed the book and handed it back to Belle, giving it a last loving pat before stepping back. “Thank you, dear madam. I suppose I needed this,” he said, smiling brightly.

“No, Ez, thank you. And thanks for helping Anthony take care of Adam. You’re about to do a lot more of it,” Belle said, bending down to hug him. Ezra laughed heartily and patted her back before pulling back.

“Well, until then we’ll leave you to catch up with your darling boy.”

“Speaking of which, when do you want me to pick up Adam?” Crowley asked, leaning towards Lucy.

Lucy leaned back towards Crowley. “Monday morning at ten? I have to be at the office at nine, but Belle has a brunch meeting at eleven.” 

“I can do ten. I’ll be there. I mean, here.” Crowley patted her shoulder and walked up to Ezra. “Come on, angel, let’s leave these ladies with their son. You’ve got a chocolate mousse to make at my sister’s place and I can’t wait to see it.” He linked his arm with Ezra’s.

“We’ll see you soon then,” Ezra said, waving at Belle with his free hand.

“You boys have fun tonight,” Lucy said as she saw them out.

“And don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Belle called from the living room.

*

The sun was starting to set by the time Anthony opened the front door of his sister’s house. They had been well on their way to Brixton when Anthony had come to the realization that he left the ingredients for dessert in his fridge, resulting in a mad dash to Mayfair and a small detour to Soho, to pick up a bottle of wine from Ezra’s personal collection as a peace offering for their tardiness.

“Tony, is that you?” a woman that sounded about Ezra’s age, Anthony’s sister, he guessed, called from inside the house.

Anthony quietly slunk to the end of the hallway and peered through the crack of the door to the living room. He gestured for Ezra to come over and take a look as well.

Ezra followed in Anthony’s footsteps and took a peek as well. His niece, Anathema, was laying out the table. Four plates, no high chair. This was for real.

“Tony?” Angela called again from what Ezra could only presume was the kitchen.

Anthony gestured to Ezra to be quiet and hold the bag of ingredients, which he did. He watched on as Anthony quietly opened the hallway door and crept up to Anathema from behind. As soon as she put down the final wine glass on the table, he hugged the girl around her waist and lifted her off the ground. “There’s my little witch!”

Anathema burst in giggles and kicked her legs. “Hi uncle Tony!” she squawked as Anthony carefully returned her feet to the ground.

Angela leaned against the door post to the kitchen. “I will never not be surprised that you’re still able to lift her like that. Look at you, you’re literally a toothpick.”

Anthony smiled and walked up to his sister. He hugged her and kissed her cheek, smiling his dazzling smile. 

“Don’t you have someone to introduce to us, mr. Good Old-fashioned Loverboy?” Angela asked, patting his cheek, the same devious smirk Anthony wore so often gracing her features.

Ezra forgot for a hot second that she was talking about him. “Er, I… hello. I’m Ezra Fell,” he heard himself stammer. “I’m… er… Anthony’s boyfriend?”

A slender pair of arms wrapped around his waist and a head full of frizzy hair pressed into his chest. “You did good for yourself, bookshop man. He’s a real catch,” Anathema said.

“I know,” Ezra whispered, petting her head. “I plan to hold on to him for as long as I can. If you’ll have me, at least.”

Another pair of arms wrapped around his and Anathema’s shoulders. “Trust me, Ezra,” Angela cut in. “We plan to hold on to you for as long as we can as well.”

Anthony finally joined the group hug. “What they’re trying to say, is ‘welcome to the family’.”

“I don’t know what to say, but thank you,” Ezra sniffled, barely fighting back tears. Wait. That wasn’t right. He sniffed the air again. “Er, I’d hate to intrude, but…”

Anthony caught on and sniffed as well, letting go of the embracing cluster. “Angie, it smells like your roast is toast.”

Angela pulled out of the embrace as well. “Shit!” She ran into the kitchen and must have opened the oven - if the waft of smoke that left the kitchen was anything to go by - before immediately opening the kitchen window as well. “Yeah, no, this is unsalvageable,” they heard her mutter to herself. “Annie?” she called to her daughter.

Anathema pulled away from Ezra as well. “Sorry uncle Ez, sounds like someone’s gotta call the kebab place.” She patted Ezra’s shoulder and walked away in search of a telephone and a takeout menu.

“We’re hectic.”

Ezra’s gaze snapped upwards at Anthony. He was beaming down at him.

“We’re messy and sometimes we’re a downright disaster,” Anthony continued as he took Ezra’s hands in his own. “But we’re a family. And we may not be anything like your family, but the girls love you and they’re happy to have you.”

“How about you?”

“Huh?”

“‘The girls love you and they’re happy to have you’?”

Anthony barked a laugh and draped his arms around Ezra’s shoulders. “Of course I love you, you silly angel.”

Ezra smiled, wound his fingers into the collar of Anthony’s shirt and pulled the man down to his level to kiss him. “I love you too, silly Anthony.”

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