#and my parents divorce was final 14 years ago tomorrow

[rinniessance]

DADDY'S FAVORITE GIRL ༊*·˚ - step dad!gojo x fem!reader

going away for college, the last thing you expected to come back to in the summer is a new step-dad. and you do not like the dangerous glint in his eyes every time he looks at you.

꒰ warnings: nsfw - dark content - mdni .ᐟ.ᐟ non-curse au. step dad!gojo, stepcest, age difference (reader is implied to be 21, gojo is in his late 30s), dubcon, gaslighting, manipulation, cheating, heavy daddy kink, so many pet names (babygirl, pretty, doll, princess etc.), slight dacraphyllia, slight overstimulation, breeding kink, unprotected sex, virginity loss, corruption kink. plot is kinda messy 'cause i was rushing to get to the smut, sowwy ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ // word count: 5.1k ꒱ ꒰ notes: i am freely being my most disgusting self, thank you for supporting my little insane brain .ᐟ.ᐟ꒱

going away for college, the last thing you expected to come back to during summer break is a new step-dad. ever since your parents divorced when you were 14, your mom has been single – your teenage years, she dedicated herself to you, protecting you from your scumbag father, focusing on your future. you even agreed to delay your college admittance until you were 20, taking two gap years after your high school to stay at your hometown with her. your mom has the worst case of separation anxiety – which is why maybe you should’ve been more concerned when she gradually stopped texting you as the days went on. you assumed the best – maybe she found a hobby, maybe she reconnected with old friends, maybe she finally realized you are an adult and stopped babying you every waking moment. what you did not expect is for her to get married.

these are the thoughts running through you head as you stand in the middle of your living room, fresh out the airport, gawking at the man sleeping on the couch, and wonder how the fuck that happened. you would’ve honestly screamed and thought this was a squatter, or a robber, if not for all the wedding pictures obnoxiously decorating almost every available surface (god, how many photos do you need?). you try not to think too much about it – the flight was 6 hours, you barely got any sleep sitting to the smelliest man on the planet, and you just want to take a shower and go to bed. just as you start walking off, the front door swings open.

“oh my god, sweetheart, you’re home!” your mom’s voice booms through the quiet room resonating like a thunderclap in the middle of a still field. she runs to you, immediately pulling you into a hug which you happily return. you’re genuinely delighted to see her, albeit feeling a little weirded out by a man she decided to bring home. your mother looks over to the couch, man’s sleeping figure not moving once, and sighs with exasperation. “i assume he didn’t pick you up?”

“no but it’s okay…” you whisper quietly and gesture towards the figure on the couch with your head, “about that, though…”

“yeah, honey, i know, i am sorry i didn’t tell you. everything has been happening so quickly, i haven’t even had time to process it myself!” she squealed like a school girl. “his name is satoru gojo and we met at the charity event i went to six months ago.”

“since when do you attend charity events?” you ask, quirking the brow upwards.

“oh, i didn’t know what to do with myself ever since you moved out so i’ve been trying anything and everything. and look, the results have been phenomenal!” she giggled, frustration she had towards her husband about not picking you up melting away in front of your eyes. god, he really had her wrapped around his finger.

“okay, well, i am kind of tired so i wanted to go to bed. is it okay if we talk about this tomorrow?”

your mom suddenly looks down at her feet, a little embarrassed. what did she do.

“yes, about that… that room was sitting unutilized the whole time you were away so satoru and i thought it would be a good idea to remake it into a home office, kind of. your bed is still in there though! so you can sleep in the room no problem.”

“mom, what the fuck…” you whine. not only your room with all your memories and all your personality was gone and demolished, you now have to sleep in the room that was most likely used by him. “home office” my ass, you thought – your mom would not need it in a million years, and by the way she’s avoiding your gaze in shame, it was definitely not her idea.

“i’m sorry baby, but you’ve been away and…”

you interrupt her with a wave of your hand.

“whatever, i’m too tired to think about it. i’ll take a shower and go to bed, i don’t wanna deal with him until tomorrow,” you sigh with frustration and walk off into your home office, dropping your things on the floor.

what you don’t see as you walk off is the dangerous glint in satoru’s eyes as he listens to every bits of your conversation. you said the last sentence with so much poison, he thinks it might’ve struck him dead. gojo knows it will be difficult to get on your good side now but he likes to play these games on hard mode.

oh, you will be so much fun to break.

gojo satoru is a patient man – when he really wants something, he is content to wait until he gets it. that being the main reason why he approaches you slowly. it’s the next day after you arrive that he has a chance to introduce himself properly.

you leave the room after having the best night’s sleep – you really didn’t mind waking up in the office today, you must’ve been too tired to think straight and threw a fit yesterday. you make a mental note to apologize to your mom later. as you turn into the kitchen, you’re met with the view you wish did not have such a strong effect on you – your step-dad, freshly out of the shower, grey sweatpants low riding on his hips, is preparing what seems to be breakfast.

you’re so fucked.

you try to shake off the feeling of arousal washing over you. you may not have had a chance to have any sexual experiences yet, but you’re not that much of a virgin not to know when you’re feeling horny. you just wish it wasn’t due to the incredibly hot step-dad. the left-over frustration from previous night bubbles up like over spilled champagne and you decide to keep your distance. anger helps you keep yourself grounded, and you maneuver around the man to make breakfast, but you see that he prepared it for you already.

“oh, thank you,” you say quietly as he extends the plate to you.

“you’re very welcome, sweetheart.”

the nickname sends a shiver down your spine.

gojo turns to face you and gives you his breathtaking smile. you want to choke on your toast.

“i wanted to apologize for not picking you up yesterday. your mom told me so much about you, and i was excited to meet her ‘favorite girl’,” his eyes spark with a dangerous glint at the nickname, making you shrink into yourself, “but my work held me up, and then i think i went for a quick nap and… uh… ended up falling asleep,” he says with a light chuckle.

“that’s okay, i didn’t really mind the train ride,” you respond with visible discomfort,

he now stands next to you by the counter, his body heat palpable, melting over you like a scorching son. gojo’s all-teeth smile is gorgeous, frustratingly enough, but it makes your skin crawl: like a prey walking into the carefully designed trap, you can feel your gut asking you to run. it makes sense your mom fell for him so easily.

“will you let me make up for it? let’s go our for a dinner, i’m sure your mom would be delighted to hear we’re trying to get along.”

“i don’t know, i haven’t seen my friends in some time, i think i’ll be hanging out with them for a while,” you shuffle from leg to leg, trying to move away

“that’s okay, we have a whole summer ahead.”

for some reason it felt more like a threat than a promise.

you smile politely back, not knowing what to say, rushing to finish your breakfast. the image of your step-dad, half-naked in your family kitchen talking to you about his plans with you for the whole summer should be weird – it’s difficult to find it weird when the said step-dad is criminally hot, unfortunately.

“i think i’ll go now, thanks for the breakfast,” gojo’s gives you a smile so sweet, it somehow triggers a toothache, and waves you off. since yesterday, he’s been making you feel extremely on edge for no apparent reason, it’s driving you a little insane.

when you come back home that evening, you are greeted by both your mom and satoru with the dinner ready. she babbles about how great of a cook he is, and that she can’t wait until you try it. you politely decline citing that you’re full and quickly leave for your room – satoru’s blue eyes were looking at you with almost an animalistic stare, and you hated that you liked it.

gojo thought things were going well with you – he’s given you the space you need in the first two weeks after you arrived. your mom was overjoyed seeing how deeply satoru already cared about you – making sure you eat in the morning, not letting you go to bed without a meal, always checking on you throughout the day, keeping you safe. you, however, thought it was… weird, if anything, that he was all around you this intensely.

“oh, honey, that’s just how he shows that he cares. he was like that with me as well,” your mom tells you one of the nights when you bring it up. it worries you how easily she takes his side now and wonder if something else is going on.

satoru picks you up when you stay out too late, to the wee hour of the night when the subways stop running; he makes sure you have your nights with your mom, when he doesn’t intrude on your backyard conversations and only adores you pretty features from his second-floor window; he learns what movies and music and tv you like, trying to decipher the person that is you.

he’s been putting all this effort to get to know your every step – then why the fuck does he find you one night you kissing some random boy on your driveway?

you said you were going out today and no pickup was needed – now it makes sense why.

gojo satoru is a patient man. but even his patience can start running thin, trickling like water through cracks in the fingers. hourglass of his kindness has been half full for a while now – it’s about time the sand runs out.

you think a boy like him can give you what satoru can? just you wait and see.

kitchen is uncharacteristically quiet when you walk in. it’s the next morning, and usually by now, satoru would be making breakfast for you. his job is still unknown – you are not sure if he was suddenly called in but the feeling of happy solitude falls over you, even if for a moment.

your mom is gone at least for two weeks for work, you’re dreading the moment you have to be left alone with your step-dad. the look in his eyes yesterday was dangerous, a predator appraising its victim before sinking its teeth in, and you’re happy megumi was able to leave quickly after walking you home. surprisingly, gojo didn’t say you a word when you walked into the house, silently sitting in front of the tv like he didn’t just spy through the window on your kiss with the boy.

air in the room was heavy with tension – you knew satoru was avoiding looking your way, jaw clenched, hands balled into fists. instinctively, you wanted to break the silence, say something to discharge the electricity jumping through the atoms of your stuffy living room air, but ultimately decided against it. you have nothing to say to a man, and it’s not like you needed to justify your actions in front of him anyways. you quickly retreated into the office and avoided him until you fell asleep.

when you woke up to an empty apartment not even fifteen minutes ago, you felt relief. walking into the kitchen and confirming your presence alone, you even felt happy. then what is this weird feeling, almost as if you are missing something, nagging at you? you thought of going out today but now a strange desire to stay at home washes over.

you make breakfast for the first time since you came home (gojo didn’t skip a single day, you have no idea how he kept up with that), and you chastise yourself for feeling weird about cooking for yourself; and you chastise yourself again when your mind lingers on the thoughts of a certain white-haired man; and again when you look at your phone, convincing yourself it’s a bad idea to text him. god, you feel so stupid. didn’t you want him to stop being so unsettlingly sweet and dotting around you all the time?

conflicted by your irrationality once again, you frustratingly take your plate and sit down on the couch. flipping through the netlifx previews, you land on something to distract your mind by. you settle on some true crime documentary and let the horrors on the screen consume you, abandoning for a moment the thoughts plaguing your head.

you’ve been glued to the screen for at least two hours before you heard the jiggle of the keys. like an eager puppy, you waited for gojo to come inside and greet you like he would every day – only for him to completely ignore your presence, beelining straight for the kitchen. turning your head back to the tv, you try your best not to pay any attention to the uncharacteristic behavior from satoru’s end.

“i will be in the home office the whole day, don’t enter.”

before you can respond anything back, your step-dad is already walking off without sparing you a second glance. is he still upset from yesterday? you didn’t think kissing megumi would be that much of a deal. your nervously play with the hem of the blanket, show playing on tv long forgotten, contemplating what you should do next. why are you bothered by his silence this much anyways?

rethinking your earlier choice, you send a quick text to your friend asking to meet you for drinks. maybe right now gojo needs space, or whatever, and leaving him alone is the best next thing right now. you knock at the door of the home office.

“sorry, i am going out now and need to quickly change.”

not even 5 seconds pass before the door is swung open by a man that’s been occupying too much of your mental space today.

“be quick,” is the only response you get before he leaves the room and closes the door behind him. you’re perplexed by this sudden change in behavior yet again. throwing on the first decent outfit you can find, you let gojo know that you’re done and will be home later; hum is the only acknowledgment you get before he disappears in the office.

exiling all the thoughts of satoru gojo from your head, you leave your house, hoping tomorrow will put all the pieces of the puzzle back together.

yet the next day comes, and you still wake up to no warmth from satoru – it felt as if he built a wall between the two of you in one night’s span, impossible to be breached. should you talk to him? should you apologize? and apologize for what? you didn’t do anything wrong, did you? ignoring the gnawing feeling inside once more, you retreat to the living room, sulking on the couch until the end of the day, clawing onto the hope gojo of tomorrow will acknowledge your existence.

“did i do something wrong?”

you stand in the doorway to gojo’s office, arms crossed over your chest. he lazily turns his head your way as if giving you even a second of his time is too much of a bother – the look he sends you is burning through your core, making you pathetically weak and wet.

“no,” he starts slowly, “do you think you did something wrong?”

“i don’t know! that’s why i’m asking. you’ve been ignoring me for the past week, and it’s getting weird.”

“i thought i’d leave you alone, it seems you’re capable of having fun on your own.”

satoru is looking back to his screen now, and you scrunch your eyebrows, frustrated by the riddles he’s throwing your way. walking inside the room, your close the door on instinct and take wide steps to stand in front of him.

“stop answering me like this, we’re not playing a charade. what do you mean?” the demand in your voice is clear, and it twists something inside satoru – his gaze falls on you again yet this time it’s dark, taunting, dangerous, with a hint of chaos. it scares and excites you.

gojo suddenly stands up, and pushes you into his desk until you’re sitting on it. he is tall – your mom basically married a giant – and you try to curl into yourself to escape his malicious eyes.

“what, i thought you wanted me to leave your alone? you want my attention now all of a sudden?” he respond with the question of his own in a mocking tone.

“i never said i wanted you to ignore me…” you answer meekly, yelping slightly as your back hits his desk – you suddenly realize there is nowhere to run now.

“really? we’ve been together in a house for almost a month now, and yet you showed no interest in getting to know me.”

“’m sorry…” you cannot think of anything else to say. gojo moves even closer, and is now towering over you – it makes you embarrassingly horny.

“show me how sorry you are.”

before you can respond, he is caging your body with his and capturing your lips in a kiss, and you freeze – all of this is so wrong, you cannot bring yourself to start moving your mouth against his. gojo’s tongue coerces its way inside, exploring the undiscovered paths, his teeth biting your still lips. closing your eyes, you whimper and try to push him away but he only catches your wrists with his one hand, while the other plays with the hem of your shorts. a gasp escapes your lips, and you push yourself further into the desk, squirming under gojo’s body.

“what, you don’t like it? i thought my little girl wanted daddy’s attention?” he torments you, voice condescending and thick with mockery. all you can muster is a pathetic mewl, words lost somewhere inside your throat, and dig your fingers into the edge of your desk as your step-dad forces his digits inside your panties, lightly brushing against your clit.

“god, you’re already so wet, so filthy,” he whispers between the heated kisses as the pads of his fingers keep teasing your pussy. “tell me, babygirl, are you still a virgin? gotta know how to treat you.”

“y-yes…”

“well, am i just not the luckiest?” gojo chuckles darkly, spreading your legs with his thigh. unoccupied hand goes to grip your hip while the fingers on the other are still working your clit, sliding the digits between your puffy lips, teasing your hole. every time he circles around the entrance and mocks by pushing his finger just slightly inside, the moan builds up in your throat, and you’re too embarrassed to let it out.

“common, baby, your daddy wants to hear you, don’t hide your pretty voice from me.”

gojo is infuriatingly good with his fingers – you could never bring yourself this much pleasure from playing with your clit, and your defiance starts melting away as you find yourself bucking your hips into his hand, whining pitifully. the man completely removes your shorts and underwear, shoving the latter into his pocket – something to remember this moment by.

“god, such a pretty pussy, i can’t believe you’ve been hiding it from me. take off your shirt so i can see all of you, princess.”

immense desire pools between your legs, hunger and lust evident in satoru’s cerulean eyes, now hidden by dilated pupils, and you’re surrendering yourself to him – want makes you delirious, completely erasing your sense of right and wrong. you remove the top, nipples perked and waiting. gojo looks at you in wonder and disbelief – all of that for him? his hand went to squeeze your boob almost on an instinct, rolling the nipple between the pads of his fingers, while sucking on another with his mouth. you drop your head back, losing yourself to the intense pleasure your step-dad’s giving you. seeing as you’re distracted by him playing with your tits, he takes this as his chance to shove two of his fingers inside.

a strangled moan leaves your lips, your hands gripping man’s shoulders.

“ahhh, that hurts, satoru.”

“nah-uh, that’s not what i want to hear you calling me,” he straightens himself and starts scissoring you with his digits. the initial intrusion is painful, you can feel your virgin walls stretching to accommodate for how he’s dragging the fingers in and out, yet the burn is woefully delightful, and you’re getting lost again.

“’m sorry daddy.”

gojo only chuckles – god, you were easier than he expected, so well-behaved and pliable under him.

“that’s right, let daddy take good care of you.”

he speeds up the pace, curling his slender, pretty fingers, brushing the spots you were never able to reach with your own. wet, soggy sounds fill the entirety of the room, air already stuffy with smell of sex as he continues to finger-fuck your pussy. gojo could feel his cock twitching in his pants, he wanted to take you right there and then, but he was determined to make you cum on his digits first – it prompts him to attach his lips to your neck, sucking on the sensitive spot below your jawline, marking you as his.

your mewling turns louder, breathing is getting labored, and it seems your hips have a mind of their own now as they are bucking into satoru’s movements, fucking yourself how you need it. something akin to orgasm starts building up in your tummy – it has never felt this all-consuming, you wonder if you’ve been touching yourself wrong all this time.

“daddy, please don’t – ah! – stop,” is everything you can say in a measly attempt to ask him to speed up. his thumb finds your neglected clit, rubbing tight circles around your bundle of nerves, and picks up the pace, cunt now clenching even tighter around his two fingers, and gojo groans thinking how you’d feel around his aching dick. he adds a third finger – it’s angled so perfectly assault your special spongy spot, it turns your brain into a mush.

gojo pinches your nipple, kissing you to swallow all the lewd moans to himself.

“is my princess close?”

“yes daddy, ‘m so close.”

“common, cum all over my fingers, baby.”

these words finally push you over the edge – your climax washes over you like a cold morning shower, leaving you trembling in gojo’s hold. your legs are trying to close to stop the man from continuing his abuse on your twitching pussy but he is too lost in the feeling of your walls constricting around his fingers to allow you to do that. he fucks you through your orgasm, bringing you to the realm of overstimulation.

“ahh, daddy, please, it hurts now,” you whine with teary voice, beads of salty water gathering in the corners of your eyes.

“shhhh, daddy knows best, yeah? let me feel you a little longer.”

gojo keeps his pace until you’re clawing at his arm, trying to pull away your pussy from his fingers. he grabs you by the back of your head, bruising your lips with the intensity of his kiss – you’re sure he draws blood by how he bites your lower lip, licking the messy aftermath. you’re still whining and mewling, trails of tears finally flowing down your face, and he’s sure he’s never seen anything hotter as he licks the salty tracks.

“you’ve done so good, babygirl, i think you’re ready for the main gift,” satoru says and finally withdraws his fingers. the emptiness is welcoming yet disappointing, and you groan. gojo quickly unbuckles his pants and shoves them down, alongside his boxer briefs, and you almost choke on your spit when you see how well-endowed he is. you don’t have a lot to compare it to but you think his cock is beautiful – it's long and slender, and uncut, prominent vein running all the way from the base to just underside of his head, and you get an immeasurable desire to run your tongue along it.

“is my pretty doll drooling jus’ at the sight of my dick?” he mockingly asks you, making you turn your gaze away. gojo chuckles again, and grabs you by your chin, pulling your head down.

“no looking away, darling, i want you to see how i take your virginity.”

with no other option, you keep your gaze peeled downwards, to where gojo strokes himself couple of times before lining himself up with your leaking hole. despite all the preparation and your previous orgasm, you’re still incredibly tight and satoru groans as he starts pushing himself inside. you can see his smooth cockhead bullying his way into you, stretching your greedy walls – man feels you pulsating around him, and that makes him twitch.

“fuck, princess, you’re so tight, feels so good.”

gojo finally sinks all the way in, your cervix being met in a kiss by a swollen tip, and you moan, sound almost pornographic. your step-dad doesn’t let you adjust before he pulls out almost all the way before sliding back in – he doesn’t go easy on you for your first time, setting up a brutal pace, not caring if you’re ready to take him fully yet. it stings, and you have to hold yourself on gojo’s shoulder’s as he starts fucking into you. his hands are on your hips, guiding them to meet his thrusts.

“daddy please, ‘ts too much,” you cry out but satoru is all too lost in how your gummy walls perfectly hug his swollen cock. he doesn’t respond, shutting you up by forcing his tongue into his mouth yet again, sucking on every piece of available flesh. slowly, the tension in your body melts away and gives way to a new kind of pressure – the one building up in your tummy. you’re shocked at how fast your body is able to start getting on the road to blissful ecstasy again but you’re not complaining.

“shit, are you getting close already, babygirl? i can feel your pretty pussy squeezing me again.”

“yes, sorry daddy.”

“there is nothing to be sorry about, just means your daddy’s doing a good job,” he says with a grin, keeping up the pace, rutting into your sloppy cunt. queefing sounds and slapping of skin on skin make you blush furiously yet you can’t take away your gaze from where satoru keeps burying himself inside you.

the girth of gojo’s cock is deadly – not only he’s able to reach the spongy spot almost immediately, making white spots dancing across your vision, kaleidoscope of pleasure lighting up your every nerve ending, he is also bruising your cervix just with enough pressure to make you twitch in delight. his pubic bone grinds against your puffy clit and it’s setting up fireworks against your skin, hot molten lava igniting your whole being.

your moaning becomes uncontrollable as satoru’s fucking you in an animalistic pace – he keeps splitting you open, the spread of legs is slowly growing uncomfortable.

“look how good you’re taking me, being such a good girl for me,” he’s babbling, edging himself too – he wants to feel you spasming around his cock, he cannot let himself cum before that. “gonna feel so good cumming inside, pretty. give you a cute little brother or sister, huh? what do you think? i bet you’ll look so gorgeous being pregnant with my baby.”

“no, daddy, you can’t do that…”

“hm, why? just imagine, you walking around, with my child inside your belly, all cute and swollen for me, tits full of milk. wouldn’t you want that?”

you hiccup a sob as gojo keeps dragging his heavy cock in and out of you, the vein you saw before pressing against your walls deliciously, and you feel your toes start to curl as your body chases after the second orgasm. you dig your nails into his biceps, certain to leave half moon marks on his porcelain skin, and bite your lip. in turn, he is pressing his fingers against the plum skin of your hips, marking you with bruises to remind you of this tomorrow.

“shit, i haven’t fucked your cunny for that long yet it’s already perfectly snuggled around me. i’m training it fast, huh? i’m gonna teach it to fit only me,” you can hear the grin in his voice as he says that.

gojo feels your walls tighten around him – he can see you’re teetering on the edge of climax, whining and moaning under the man, letting him completely use you – so he picks up the speed, assaulting your abused pussy. it doesn’t take longer than that for the tension in your tummy to snap, and you’re wantonly crying out satoru’s name.

“fuck, dollface, you’re squeezing me so perfectly right now. want to milk me for all i’ve got?”

you’re cock drunk, unable to respond to him, hoping your mewling will be enough for the man to see he fucked you stupid. he is not showing signs of slowing down – you can only continue whining as satoru chases after his own pleasure. he pistons his hips couple of times more, and you can feel him throbbing inside as he shoots creamy ropes of cum inside you, painting your womb white. the ring of mixed fluids at the bottom of his cock drives him insane, and he continues fucking his cum into you.

“shit baby, can’t waste a single drop now, can we.”

you’re letting out a quiet sob, pleasure too overwhelming and almost feverish, still unable to find your voice. when he deems it satisfactory that his seed is all warm inside you, gojo finally pulls out and kisses the top of your head.

“i’d say this was a good practice run, what do you say? your mom only comes back in a week, i’ll make you my personal cumdump until then.”

you snap your head up at his words, the smile playing on your step-dad’s face borderline sinister. you think it’s supposed to make you scared, then why is your pussy already twitching around nothing?

“yes daddy, anything for you.”

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holy FUCK you guys i found my diary from the summer before high school into freshman year and these are some of the best quotes

“I’m a vegetarian, biromantic grey ace, lmao i actually thought i was on the ace spectrum what the fuck my favorite color is neon pink, my favorite food is nachos, I’m kind of emo, I have a boyfriend, I’m a feminist, I love makeup, I love Harry Potter, and my parents are getting divorced.”

“It’s probably midnight already but I don’t care (what you think as long as it’s about me.)”

“One time [my mom] caught me reading smutty Ahkmenrah fanfiction. Cringe.”

(in reference to my elementary/middle school ex best friend) “Do not trust that fucking bitch.”

“I’m gonna be a brave Gryffindor. I’m turning my light on.”

“And she still doesn’t even realize that we’re no longer friends. What a dipshit.”

(in reference to my Dan and Phil obsession) “My grandma thinks Phil is going to kill me though.”

“I thought my computer had a virus because it wouldn’t turn on but it was just dead.”

“I had a dream last night that some sketchy dude gave me a gondola sandwich and then Welcome to the Black Parade by My Chemical Romance started playing and I cried, making my gondola soggy.”

“The bag smelled like someone shat on a strawberry. So did she. She had lipstick on her temple. God I hate her.”

(quoting said ex best friend) “‘I’m nothing with you!’ No shit.”

“I’m gonna start a Burn Book. Sigh.”

“If he grabs my ass then sugar he’s going down (swinging). And if the guidance counselor asks what I was wearing I’ll slap a bitch.”

“Tomorrow’s the last day of summer. Holy shit.”

“I didn’t realize that I couldn’t just wait 10 years and suddenly be married to a guy who I just learned the name of a week ago.”

(first day of high school, only thing i wrote) “Today’s the day. I’ll be back.”

(one month later) “So I didn’t come back.”

“Her little brother’s a fucking FULL COURSE MEAL.”

(after taking a personality test) “Okay that was insightful. Wait no it just said I have no friends.”

(about the worst man i have ever met) “He has such a great soul.”

“I’m getting old.”

“WHAT IS MY PROBLEM?”

“I have no soul.”

(about my beta fish that i named after Riverdale characters) “I still think Jughead migh die though.” he did “I think he MIGHT have a parasite (ew). Poor baby. 😔”

“I want him to mark me as his. Yum.” you are 14 calm the FUCK down

“I can’t wait til March when he’s 16 and can get a job at Starplex like his dad so he can be my sugar daddy and give my aquatic pets a life of luxury.”

“My life lately has been anxiety attacks interrupted by nachos, vines, and makeout sessions.” still a mood

“He broke up with me. I’m miserable.”

“I have made the decision to reinvent myself.”

“Everyday I’ll ask the people at my tables in every class how their day is going and compliment them occasionally until everyone worth liking likes me too and I’m so popular that everyone’s minds explode. I’ll be like a nice version of Regina George.”

“I’m at the point of giving up.”

“I want him to hurt.”

“I started believing in God again.”

finally after like 5 straight pages of trauma dumping there’s a really fucked up (cuz i can’t draw for shit) drawing of Rizzo from Grease and that’s where it ends LMFAO 😭

#i had fucking ZERO CHILL #ohmygod???? #freshman year #2017 #2018 #weird diary entries

[braveskyered]

Dames Special - Winter Holidays 2

It is highly recommended that you read Knights before reading this, otherwise you may miss some context.

SPOILER WARNING!

This reveals heavy spoilers for Knights, if you have not read Knights up to Part 14 and onward, please turn away now. Otherwise, read at your own risk.

SPOILER WARNING!

-

Lance misses his nephew.

He remembered the day he took Arthur in with open arms, taking the time to help him through his trauma of being thrown away from the failures that called themselves his parents. To help distract Arthur, Lance had started showing him the trade of repairing cars and his general work at his repair shop. He couldn’t help but smile slightly at the warm memory of Arthur happily working alongside him once he started to become more confident.

He took a drink.

“Still no luck in finding him?”

The sound of the mug slamming down on the table is his answer.

“…I’ll get you some water, sir.”

Lance is thankful that the bartender knew how to read the mood.

He should’ve known what was happening. That Arthur was unhappy, that he was suffering, that he was being abused and blamed for something that wasn’t even his fault. That boy had a rough life. From the unhappy childhood, his parents going through that awful divorce, to living with his uncle, and now…

Lance knew for a fact that he had failed Arthur as his uncle.

Eight months ago, Arthur, his nephew, his boy, had disappeared from Tempo. Lance was the last person to see him.

“Lance, please,” Arthur had set Galahad’s cage aide on a nearby table and looked at him in the eye, “I need this. I just, I just want to be able to think about things without anyone saying anything. I just need some time away from here. I just…” His breath hitched, “I need a break, Lance. Please. I’ll even call you once I reach my destination.”

Lance never did get that phone call.

He looked up at the TV hanging from the corner of the bar that was channeled to the local news station. Things that happen in Tempo are usually pretty uneventful, but now, as of late…

Two More Bodies in Serial Suicides – Reported to Have Similar Nightmares

It has disturbed Lance to think that Arthur could be among the dead, but from what the police had told him, his nephew has not been identified among the victims. He turned away from the TV and took another sip of the beer he had been drinking. Hopefully that bartender will be back with the water soon.

I’ll be home for Christmas… You can plan on me…

The sound of Christmas music started playing once the news ran its piece, which caused Lance to actually notice the décor around the bar itself. Honestly, it didn’t improve his mood one bit. If anything, Lance would rather have a Christmas like the one he had last year compared to this.

While last year’s Christmas wasn’t the best, it still had Arthur in it, even though it was mainly him going through treatments and physical therapy after the loss of his arm.

“Your water, sir.”

The bartender finally came back with the water, which Lance welcomed.

Please have snow and mistletoe, and presents by the tree…

Lance didn’t recall hearing this version before. Slow lyrics, gentles tunes without a beat, was it supposed to sound this sad? Well, if one were to consider the origins of the song, I’ll Be Home for Christmas…

Christmas Eve will find me, where love light gleams… I’ll be home for Christmas…

“If only in my dreams.”

Lance didn’t sing along to it, but the words did resonate with him. Tomorrow, this would be the first Christmas without his nephew ever since he took the boy in. A part of him held on to the vain hope that Arthur would come home, but with him being missing for eight months now, the chances of him being found are almost second to none according to what the police had told him.

He paid his tab and started to walk his way home.

When he returned to Kingsmen Mechanics, Lance looked over the parking lot, expecting to see his nephew waiting for him at the entrance, holding a gift or even just waiving to him.

But Arthur is nowhere to be seen.

He clenched his fists and furrowed his brow. Ever since Arthur left, things in Tempo have gone straight to hell in more ways than one. The demon that ruined Arthur and the fragile bonds the boy had, that made everyone except Lance and probably Vivi turn against him, that caused the series of events that made everything from bad to worse… and most, if not everyone in Tempo, know what happened.

Lance shoved the imagery of what happened to the Peppers out of his mind. Although they’ve lived to tell the tale, Joe and Lokia Pepper obviously didn’t deserve what happened to them, but a part of Lance felt that it was well deserved, as sickening as the thought is. The Yukino family didn’t suffer as much, but their reputations did take a nosedive of sorts. Not even the cranky old lady that managed to seal Lewis in his home on the outskirts were exempt.

The townspeople are suffering from awful nightmares. Nightmares of such painful degree that some of the more desperate would rather end their own lives instead of trying to seek out help, or maybe to escape from it. Those that keep going are disgusted with what the Yukino and Pepper families have done, which involved kickstarting the series of events that made their lives so hellish

Oddly, Lance himself never had the nightmares. Instead it’s just the sad dreams of seeing his nephew crying. Sometimes Arthur would be a little boy crying over a scraped knee or something minor, a young teenager upset about being abandoned by his parents, a young adult trying to keep it together while enduring so much undeserved punishment, or just Arthur in general wanting to end it all.

Throughout all these dreams, Lance is unable do anything to comfort him. He couldn’t protect Arthur, let alone hold him or even just say that everything will be okay.

And it’s not.

In contrast, business at Kingsmen Mechanics had been somewhat booming ever since Arthur left, but Lance would give up his shop in a heartbeat if it meant getting his nephew back. But until then, he will keep the place going. Other than making the bed, cleaning the dust off of Galahad’s long empty cage, and cleaning up some stray parts from the desk and placing them in boxes to keep them from getting lost, Lance kept his nephew’s room exactly how he left it.

Should Arthur ever be found, he will have a place to return to. However, if by some chance Arthur is found in peace elsewhere, Lance will most likely just pack his bags and join him just so he can be there for his nephew.

Eventually, Lance reached the front door of his shop that doubled as his home. Reaching for the key in his pocket, his eyes trailed over to the mailbox. He didn’t remember the last time he checked the mail earlier this week, so after unlocking the door, he looked through his mailbox and found a few envelopes. The first one that appeared in his sight happened to be a utility bill much to Lance’s annoyance.

Shivering, Lance entered the shop and locked the door behind him and checked to see if the closed sign is on. Nodding to himself, he moved further inside to reach the kitchen. A mug of hot cocoa will probably do him some good to warm up.

After Lance set the kettle of water on the stove to get it to boil, he looked through the thick stack of mail that had accumulated on the kitchen table, not counting the few he had collected just earlier. One of his employees had the grace to sort through the mail for him. A pile for bills, a separate one for solicitations, and anything that didn’t fit either were in its own category.

Sorting through the mail, Lance carefully looked through the bills and saw that all the medical bills for Arthur had been paid off somehow. He didn’t know why, but he figured that Arthur had something to do with it when he saw a patent on one design of the prosthetic arm he made in another envelope. The bills that are linked to the utilities of both his home and Kingsmen Mechanics show that the automatic payments are still going on, so Lance kept them for record’s sake after writing the dates on the envelopes themselves.

The solicitations were just basic things. Roof repair, gardening (why that’s there when his property is almost nothing but sand and cacti is beyond him), suggestions for hospice care even though he’s nowhere near ready to kick the bucket, and then one about some local election for some event he didn’t care about.

The final pile only had three envelopes. Two of them were Christmas cards from some friends of his out of state, while the last one is… odd. He flipped the envelope back and forth. It has the shop’s name and address written by hand, but no return address to be seen. He looked back at the address, and upon looking at it more carefully, he saw that the “i” in the “Kingsmen” had been dotted with a tiny star.

He immediately ripped open the envelope and started to read with shaky hands.

-

Hey, Lance,

I hope you’re doing okay.

I’m sorry for leaving, but I didn’t have much of a choice. Even though I’m sure you want to, but please don’t look for me.

It took a lot of self-convincing for me to do this, but I want to let you know that I’m all right. I have my own place to live and I even found a job to keep the roof over my head, so you don’t need to worry about me. I’m safe at where I am. I’m okay. Galahad is fine, too.

I won’t be able to get a reply from you, but I hope that this will be enough to put you at ease at the very least.

Merry Christmas, Uncle Lance.

- Arthur Kingsmen

- - - - - - -

“…Ah! There we go.”

She smiled in satisfaction once she saw the concoction before her reach the desired consistency. Dipping the ladle into the pot, she scooped out the liquid and poured it into a small group of mugs before adding the whip cream and marshmallows.

“They’re ready, Dad!”

“Wonderful,” her father, Tom, stepped into view and placed all of the mugs on a tray, “You always make the best hot chocolate, Elaine.”

“You’re the one who taught me how to make it,” Elaine laughed before realizing, “Oh, leave two of them behind.”

“True, but you have that kind of touch that I don’t. And sure,” Tom chuckled, did as Elaine asked and started to walk away, “You mother said the turkey should be ready in the next ten minutes.”

“Okay, thanks.”

After making sure the stove is off, Elaine took the two mugs and walked into the living room.

Elaine is currently in Mama Vivienne’s home celebrating Christmas with her family. Even though the Knights family never considered themselves religious, they still celebrated the occasion as a time of togetherness and maybe exchanging a gift or two. Although not everyone came, her parents, aunt and uncle, and her cousin with her own little family, were enough in her opinion. Less drama that way, she thinks.

It’s a shame Nana Niniane couldn’t stay for very long, but she had her reasons, Elaine figures.

She wondered if Eleanor should’ve have stayed home, since her cousin is currently pregnant with her second child. At least Eleanor has her husband with her should anything happen.

Instead of approaching any of her family members, Elaine instead walked over to where her boyfriend is. She saw him sitting on one of the old sofas, looking out the window behind him that showed the world outside with a lost expression.

The two of them have been dating for about three or four months now. Then again, calling it dating would be a bit of a stretch. It’s more of Elaine gradually asking Arthur to join her in little activities and making him feel included as per Mama Vivienne’s suggestions. That boy needs to get out of his apartment every once in a while, to get some sunshine, she once said.

“Hey, Arthur,” Elaine gently announced herself to catch his attention, feeling a little bad at having startled him, “I made you some hot chocolate.”

Arthur looked at her before directing his gaze at the mug held out to him. He just stared with a blank look before finally blinking in realization.

“Thank you,” he said as he accepted the mug from her, “You didn’t have to do this.”

“I wanted to,” Elaine said as she sat down next to him, “It’s snowing pretty hard out, isn’t it?”

“It’s definitely something I’m not quite used to seeing yet,” Arthur shivered as he rubbed at his left shoulder with his free hand, “Or feeling, I should say.”

Elaine hummed in acknowledgement as she sipped at her hot cocoa. She knew that Arthur used to live in Texas, which isn’t exactly known to have heavy snow, let alone snow in general. She felt a pang of pity when she realized that Arthur is bundled up a bit more warmly that she is. A turtleneck sweater and a somewhat thicker vest just to stay warm.

“Are the phantom pains bothering you?”

“Not really, the medication your grandmother helped me get is doing wonders. It’s just so cold.”

“Well, that hot chocolate ought to warm you right up,” Elaine smirked with amusement, “Drink it before it gets cold.”

Seeing Arthur grin is such a treasure in Elaine’s opinion. She wished she had a camera with her to capture the moment.

“It’s good,” Arthur said softly as he looked into the mug, “I think this is the best I’ve ever had. I just wish my uncle could have this with us.”

Elaine was about to straighten herself with pride before noticing the melancholy in Arthur’s voice and hearing the mention of his family.

“It’s funny,” he looked out the window again, “This would be my first Christmas without him. I guess I now understand why I’ll Be Home for Christmas is so sad.”

“We could call him,” Elaine gently suggested, “Wish him a Merry Christmas. Or a Happy Holidays.”

“I would, but I can’t,” Arthur smiled sadly and shivered, “If I did, they’ll find me. I don’t want to get dragged back there. Not even my uncle could stop them.”

…

Just how horrible was the person that did such emotional damage to this kind man? So much that he couldn’t allow himself to even get into contact with his family?

“I hope my letter got to him.”

Elaine chose to remain quiet.

I hope so, too.

- - - - - - -

P. S. – If all goes well, I might be able to write to you more often. Don’t tell anyone about these letters, okay?

-

Lance reread the words again. And again.

This is definitely Arthur’s handwriting. The little details that Arthur left on both the envelope and the letter itself proved it. To think that his nephew remembered the little code that Lance had taught him. Dotting the occasional “I” with a small star, the curve of the T’s and the K’s…

The note is genuine in what it’s saying.

In a sense, a part of Arthur did come home for Christmas.

But for Arthur himself to be here…

“If only in my dreams…”

Lance could only shed tears as he gingerly picked up the letter like it was Arthur himself.

#msa knights #msa dames #msa fanart #mystery skulls animated #msa arthur #arthur kingsmen #msa lance #lance kingsmen #elaine knights #fanfic #fanfiction

[fortheloveoffanfic]

Lullaby

Keanu Reeves x Reader (A/n- This is the end, though I feel like its not the end that everyone’s been anticipating, but I’ve had it planned for almost two months.) Chapter Summary- Y/n and Daniel make a decision about their marriage and a reunion with Keanu isn’t a easy as anyone thought it would be.

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Warnings- Some angst

Chapter 17

Their house sits at the top of a winding, nearly two mile long, cobblestone driveway, manned at the front by an impressive gate. Yet, even from upstairs in their shared bedroom, she can hear the hum of his car after the creek of the wrought iron. 

For a minute, Y/n just sits on the bed, not really affected by his presence, before standing to greet him downstairs. On her way to the grand stairs, she passes another bedroom, the door has been left ajar and inside, a small boy plays with the electric train set that his grandparents brought from their last trip to London, just a month ago. Ryan. He adores it, at least for now, he has so many that his affections towards his toys barely last a week. He isn’t spoiled though, at least his parents don’t think so, but their opinions might be subjective. 

Y/n’s fingers ghost the smooth, varnished wooden railing as she descends to the first floor, journeying towards the foyer. By the time she gets there, Daniel has already shoved off his jacket and is now taking off his shoes. Y/n smiles lightly as he does it; at first, when they’d started living together, it had been hard for her to get used to switching shoes upon entering the house, but Daniel had grown up with the custom, and she’d eventually gotten into it for him.

At the sight of her, he straightens up, barely smiling as he starts towards her, “‘Evening,” Daniel greets quietly, pecking her at the corner of her lips. Not directly on them, he hardly ever kisses her there anymore.

“How was work?” Y/n trails behind him, following her husband to his home office, where he usually drops his stuff off before dinner. When he turns to her, for the first time, Y/n notices the faintest hint of a lipstick stain right under his jaw. It’s funny because that’s not even her preferred color. 

“Good,” he says, leaning on the edge of his desk, folding his arms across his broad chest, “I know what you’re going to say,” his face falls, “And I just want you to know that I’m sorry.”

“Yeah,” Y/n chuckles humorlessly, “I’m sorry too. I’ve been thinking,” she moistens her lips, raising her hand to tuck a stray curl behind her ear. Y/n doesn’t know why she’s so nervous about bringing it up, it’s what’s best for them. Blinking away the stinging in her eyes, “We need to.....” she couldn’t even finish the sentence, her father would be so disappointed if he was still he around, and her mother is going to be pissed when they tell her. 

“Yeah,” Daniel nods slowly, “I’ll call the lawyers tomorrow,” when Y/n bends her head, swiping at her eyes, her agreement unspoken. “I really am sorry,” Daniel says in some kind of throw attempt to make the ruins of their marriage better, “I never meant-”

“Do you love her?” Y/n glances up at him. She loves him, but for some reason, the idea of having a failed marriage at thirty hurts more than losing him. Maybe it’ll be better if she knows that they're leaving so they can find what makes them happy.

Daniel hesitates before smiling, “I think so. Y/n, she’s.....she’s amazing.”

Offering him a watery smile, Y/n nods again, thinking about how she told the only man that she loved that they couldn’t be together, “That’s good, that’s really good.”

“Thanks,” thinking for a minute, he starts speaking again, “Maybe you could call-”

“Mommy!” Y/n jumps at Ryan calling out to her as he runs into the room, obviously intent on finding his mother, though, as he skids into the room, spotting Daniel, his little face lights up as he runs towards his father, “Daddy! You’re home!”

“I am bud,” effortlessly, Daniel lifts Ryan into his arms, “Missed you all day,” he pecks Ryan’s cheek and Y/n smiles, glad that he isn’t old enough to reject his parents affections. At a first glance, they look alike.....in a generic sort of way.

Daniel is a good father.

7Turning to her, Ryan frowns, “Why are you crying mommy?”

Sniffling, Y/n quickly tries to right herself, this isn’t how she wants him to find out, “It’s nothing baby,” Y/n approaches them a the desk, the loose, cuffed sleeves of her cable knit sweater fall over her wrists as she brings her hands to Ryan’s face, placing a kiss on his forehead, “I just love you so, so much that it makes me so happy, I cry.”

“And daddy too?” Ryan looks hopeful, as if telling her that he needs confirmation.

“Yeah baby,” she breaths, her words almost choked, “And daddy too.” It’s not a lie, not really. 

She loves his daddy too.

He didn’t know why she’d called, but Keanu had gone. He’d always go.

Her office looked different from the last time he saw it, though, Keanu had never spent a lot of time there anyway. There were pictures; a few of her and Daniel and others of a child who seemed strangely familiar. The thought nagged him, but Keanu tried to ignore it. The colors were lighter too, and he could tell that she’d redecorated recently.

When Keanu heard the door open behind him, he stood from the sofa she had tucked away in the corner of the room. She looked different, but still somehow the same. Six years. Six years since she’d chosen Daniel, since she’d told him that she’d always love him, but her responsibilities came first, since Y/n became the one that got away. Keanu had dated since then, but halfheartedly so and nothing seemed to stick. He’d always find himself measuring women to her; they didn’t just look or feel different, but they could never make him feel what Y/n had, not even close.

“Hi,” she smiled, her voice quiet. For a minute, words escaped him. They hadn’t stood face to face like that since she was all decked off in white. Even then with tears in her eyes, she had this young, free look about her. But that day, in her office, Y/n looked the part that she’d assumed; president of a company, wife, mother. 

Keanu swallowed tightly, not knowing if he should keep his distance or reach out to hug her, “Hey.”

Awkwardly, Y/n eventually leaned in, pulling Keanu into a lingering hug, her heels affording her the opportunity to bury her face in his neck, inhaling his scent; cologne, cigarettes and pleasurably familiar. She’d missed him, and there so much she had to say, so much that she’d kept from him. “Thank you for coming,” she breathed standing on her toes so her lips could be close to his ear.

“I was surprised when I got your call,” out of the blue, a couple nights prior when he was just leaving his sister’s place after dinner. Keanu hadn’t told anyone that he was going to see Y/n, hell, he didn’t even know if he was actually going until he parked his bike in the underground parking lot of where she worked.

Instead of saying anything on the matter, Y/n just pecked his cheek as she pulled away, “Can I get you something? Coffee, water, stiff drink?”

“I’m fine thanks,” following Y/n’s lead, they sat on the plush sofa, turned to each other, their knees close, almost touching; her smooth bare one nearly against his jean clad one. 

“Alright,” Y/n wrung her fingers in her lap, her pastel manicured nails standing out against the dark burgundy of her stylish dress, “How have you been?”

“I’m fine,” Keanu observed her, wondering what could make her so nervous and too anxious himself to be coy about it, “What am I doing here Y/n?”

Sighing loudly, Y/n began to speak, though overcome with hesitation, she stood, passing a hand over her chest, down her stomach before dropping it to her side. “Daniel and I are getting divorced,” she finally managed all at once, “He’s in love with this woman.....she’s a engineer at his firm or something,” Y/n waved her hand absently, “I guess it doesn’t really matter.”

Standing abruptly, Keanu met Y/n at the center of the room, gently placing his hands on her shoulders, trying to still her nervous movements, “I’m so sorry,” he frowned, “Are you okay?”

“Actually, I am,” she smiled up at him, but Y/n still seemed unsure. What was she expecting, calling Keanu there? That they’d just go back to the way things were. Life wasn’t that easy. “It’s been coming for a long time, and it’s good that he’s found someone that he really loves, he deserves it.”

Moistening his lips, Keanu’s palms slid down Y/n’s arms, so he could take her fingers in his, finally understanding why she called him there. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that though. Keanu had spent the past six years wishing for one more moment, but now that it was there, he wasn’t sure if it could be chalked up to all he’d made himself believe it to be. There were too many factors involved. “So do you,” he finally offered.

“I know,” Y/n met his gaze through her long lashes, “That’s why I called you.”

Pulling his hands out of hers, Keanu turned to face Y/n’s desk, running a hand through his tousled hair, “So you wouldn’t have to be alone?”

“What?” Y/n scoffed, “No, of course not. Because I should have chosen you at the beginning. Because if i’d married you, stayed with you, fought for us, I wouldn’t be in this mess. Because I’ve thought of you everyday since then, because it took Daniel one mistake and six years in a marriage that wasn’t meant to be to find the woman that he loves, but I’ve known who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with even before I started one with him. I was stupid for letting that happen Keanu, and I’m so, so sorry.”

Sighing heavily, Keanu still stood with his back to her, about to respond when his eyes fell once again on a picture of the little boy. Still, he got the odd, possibly misplaced feeling of familiarity, like Keanu had seen him before, but not really. Looking at the picture, he had this overwhelming, though completely irrational, sense that they knew each other. Shaking his head, Keanu swiped up the picture, forgetting about their conversation, bringing it closer to his face, “This is your son?”

“Yeah,” Y/n breathed, swallowing tightly as she watched Keanu put the pieces together, “He’s six.”

“Six?” Keanu mirrored, raising his brows, “You must have gotten pregnant pretty quickly after the wedding.”

Clearing her throat, Y/n stepped to his side, looking at the picture too. Everyone who’d met them liked to say that Ryan resembled Daniel, but if they’d met Keanu....”It was before, actually. I found out on our honeymoon.”

“Oh,” the little sound left his lips in the form of a quiet mumble. “Is he Daniel’s?” The question was tentative, as if he were afraid to ask it, though Y/n suspected that he already knew the answer.

Overcome with emotion, Y/n’s voice got caught in her throat, “No,” she admitted, for the very first time, out loud. How Y/n had kept him from Keanu for all that time was still a surprise to her. The truth was, that ever since she’d found out, Y/n didn’t believe for one second that the baby was Daniel’s. And when Ryan was born, Daniel knew too, but instead of causing a row, he’d accepted it, pushed past his hurt and raised Ryan as his own. He was a good father. He really was, but in the back of her mind, Y/n always wondered what it would have been like to parent alongside Keanu.

“Does Daniel know?” Keanu’s shoulders slumped and it felt like his life was changing in an instant. One morning spent in her office and suddenly, he was a father. 

“Yes,” placing a hand on his arm, Y/n kept her eyes trained on the picture, “He’s so much like you, intuitive, sensitive, intelligent, strong and his hair is always a mess.”

For the briefest second, Keanu chuckled at the comment. Though, his expression quickly morphed into seriousness once again, “Why didn’t you say something? You could have called.”

By then, Y/n thought it was best to put some space between them, “And say what? ‘Hey Ke, I know I married someone else, but I just found out that I’m pregnant and I think it’s yours’?” Y/n shook her head, “Is that what you wanted?”

Putting the picture back where it belonged, “It would have been better than not knowing at all.” Keanu no longer seemed sympathetic. Instead, he was angry, and worst yet, hurt. “Y/n,” his voice broke, tears in his eyes, “He’s my son.”

“I know,” Y/n put her fingers over her quivering lips, salty tears blurring her vision, “But Daniel is a good father.”

“I could have been a good father!” When Keanu’s voice rose, Y/n jumped.

Clenching and unclenching her jaw. Y/n folded her arms across her chest, “You think I don’t know that?” Her words were strained with emotion and she could feel everything that she’d felt over the past six years, since she’d let Keanu go, coming back to her in a rush, “I know you’d be a good father, a great one! But I had to do what was right; I’d just gotten married, everyone was just looking to us to have a baby and-”

“And what? That was an easy fix? God,” he breathed, ranking his fingers through his hair, Keanu turned to lean on the desk. He didn’t look at her, instead scrubbing his hands over his face before folding his arms and looking towards the door. Y/n understood why he was mad; if someone told her that she had a secret kid somewhere, she would be too. But she just needed him to see that, at that time, she thought it was best. Y/n couldn’t have complicated her brand new marriage by telling everyone that the baby wasn’t Daniel’s, his parents; two people that had accepted her as one of their own, who absolutely adored Y/n, would have been heartbroken.

“No, it wasn’t,” Y/n hastily swiped under her eyes, shifting her weight to her left leg, “But everyone already believed it. I know it was wrong, and I thought about calling you everyday after he was born, but I knew that if you saw him, you’d fall just as deep in love with him as I did,” quietly, she sobbed, “And I wouldn’t have been able to let you go either. I’m so sorry,” her voice broke again, thick with pain, “Keanu, I’m so, so sorry.”

Sighing heavily, he glanced at her for a minute, so much going through his mind. The last time he saw Y/n, she was wearing a wedding dress, but wasn’t getting married to him. If only he’d known then; he’d have begged her to leave Daniel, make her any promise in the world, just to have her leave that reception with him. He’d have gotten on his knees and begged her to marry him. He’d have done anything to be a part of their lives, to make sure that they were a family.

But Keanu had no clue and his ignorance had cost him so much. First cry, first steps, his first word, six birthdays and everything in between. The sheer pain of everything that he didn’t know was crushing him and he had the desperate urge to make up for it, “Can I meet him?”

“Ke,” Y/n swallowed tightly, “He thinks that Daniel is his father, I can’t confuse him like that.”

“I’m not asking you to tell him,” he reasoned, “I just want to meet him, please.”

Mulling on it for a moment, Y/n eventually nodded, “Okay, yeah, you can meet him.”

After a long conversation about why mommy and daddy could no longer live together, Daniel had packed up most of his stuff and temporarily moved into one of his parents’ ritzy apartments in the city. It had been three months since they filed for divorce and one month since Y/n had told Keanu that Ryan was actually his son. They’d only had brief exchanges since then, most of them awkward and tense.

Initially, things had been hard; figuring out a working schedule that would ensure that Ryan could spend time with both Y/n and Daniel, trying to find steady ground with their own parents and finally, trying to make sure that Ryan was okay in the midst of all of it. Needless to say, Y/n hadn’t had the time to set up a time for Keanu to meet Ryan.

Though, after things had settled, Y/n had finally submitted into organizing an afternoon where Keanu would come over to her place in Beverly Hills, just a few streets over from where Y/n lived when they’d first met. She had discussed Ryan meeting Keanu with Daniel, and while at first, he’d been reluctant to let it happen, he had eventually given in.

When the day came, a warm Saturday in June, Y/n had sat Ryan down in the living room, interrupting his screen time to explain that she was having someone over that she’d like him to meet. Easing the tablet out of his hand, Y/n set it next to her on the plush sofa, drawing his attention, “Ry,” she smiled faintly, “Remember I said I had a friend I wanted you to meet?”

“Yeah,” he nodded vigorously, “You said he was coming over today.”

“That’s right, he’s gonna be here any minute now,” she ruffled his hair, “And if you two get along, he might come around more often. But that doesn’t mean you have to pretend to like him for me.”

“Is he your boyfriend?” Ryan tilted his head, and Y/n chuckled at his question, “Because it’s okay if he is, daddy said it's okay for you two to be happy, even if it's with other people.”

Though the words left his lips with ease, Ryan still seemed a little uneased by the thought of new people in his parents’ lives. She couldn’t blame him, it couldn’t have been easy to come to term with the fact that they weren’t together anymore, especially when he couldn’t really see the reason for their split. The saving grace was that Y/n and Daniel had been civil through it all; no loud fights or vindictive comments. They still spoke highly of each other to their son and when Daniel had let Ryan meet his girlfriend, it had been a quiet affair and he had reminded him that she was in no way meant to replace his mother. 

“He’s not,” Y/n’s smile faltered, reminded of the current tension between her and Keanu, “I know it’s been difficult to adjust, and lots of things are changing, but you know you can always talk to mommy if something’s bothering you, right?”

“Yeah,” he nodded again, and just then, a housekeeper came in, whispering in Y/n’s ear that Keanu was just outside of the room. Mustering up a smile that she hoped didn’t seem nervous, Y/n told her to bring him in. 

Y/n stood as he entered the room, and before they could even greet each other, Keanu’s eyes fell on Ryan, who was still sitting on the couch. “You’re early,” Y/n was the one to speak first,

“I was too anxious to wait,” he smiled sheepishly, “This must be Ryan,” he waved to him, and shy and a little startled without further warning, Ryan slunk behind his mother, fistfuls of her powder blue chiffon  blouse scrunched up his fingers. He’d always been like that around new people; it had taken him nearly a year to warm up to his babysitter and when he started school, it had been the same.

Reaching behind herself, Y/n’s affectionately ruffled his soft, dark hair, chuckling quietly, “Sweetheart, Keanu’s here to meet you, don’t you want to say hello?” He didn’t respond, but Y/n felt him shake his head in a silent ‘no’. Turning back to Keanu, she inhaled quietly, “He’s a little shy, so it might take him a while to warm up.”

“Its fine,” Keanu assured her. Inside though, he was disappointed that his own son seemed afraid of him, but Keanu firmly reminded himself that Ryan still knew Daniel as his father, and that for all intents and purposes, he was just a stranger in the boy’s home. “You know, Ryan,” Keanu spoke even as Ryan continued hiding behind his mother, “You mom mentioned that you like motorcycles, so I brought you something,” Keanu gently shook a blue gift bag with white crepe sticking out decoratively.

“Look baby,” Y/n turned slowly, lowering herself so she and Ryan could be eye to eye, her grip on his fragile feeling shoulders firm but loving, “Keanu brought you something, don’t you want to see what it is? And thank him for bringing you a present?”

“I guess so,” he mumbled, his eyes trained on the carpeted floor.

“Thank you,” Y/n kissed his cheek, rocking back on her heel afterwards to allow him some space to approach Keanu.

Keanu grinned as he handed over the bag, and slowly, Ryan fished out its contents. Finally when he produced a remote controlled motorbike, his features lit up enough to match Keanu’s broad expectant smile, “This is so cool!” Fiddling with for a moment, Ryan deposited it on the coffee table nearby, throwing his arms around Keanu’s neck, “Thank you!” Though shocked at first, Keanu quickly reciprocated, holding Ryan close. 

Y/n was surprised by his excitement and ready display of affection; he’d never been like that with anyone outside of their family. Maybe deep down he knew, the thought was troubling. Still, Y/n, smiled despite herself, and then, more than ever, she longed to know what it would have been like if Keanu were the one raising Ryan with her. 

“Mommy?” He broke her thoughts, looking up at her hopefully, “Can we play with it outside? Please?”

After a moment of hesitation, Y/n submitted, “Why not?” For another minute, she thought of accompanying them, but quickly thought better of the idea. She trusted Keanu, and if she wanted any sort of relationship to be built between him and Ryan organically, she’d have to give them space. And moreover, if she ever wanted Keanu to trust her again, the least she could do was prove that she trusted him, “Why don’t you take Keanu out back, you can show him your playground and you can play with your new toy there, sounds good?” Nodding his agreement, Ryan was already eagerly taking Keanu’s hand, urging him down the hallway, “And stay away from the pool okay?” When Ryan didn’t seem to pay any mind to her, she called out to Keanu instead, “Keep a close eye on him, please?”

“Uh,” Keanu turned back to her, wide, giddy grin painting his face, still walking along with Ryan, “Yeah of course.”

From her home office upstairs, Y/n watched as Keanu and Ryan played in his fenced off, outdoor play area, sending the toy around the parameter and between the swing set and slides. Ryan seemed to be mostly in control of the toy, though Keanu was kneeling next to him, showing him things on the remote and at times, saying something that would make Ryan laugh. Occasionally, she’d take a lengthy sip from her glass of white wine, the crisp coolness calming her nerves; she knew that Keanu wouldn’t let it slip that he was actually Ryan’s father, but a part of her was still scared that it would somehow get out. 

She really had thought of calling Keanu after Ryan was born, hell, she’d wanted to call the very day that she was sat in the beach house in Fiji, pregnancy test in her shaking hands, two pink lines telling her fate; not just a newly wed, but also a young mother. His words from the night of her rehearsal dinner had been easily recalled in that moment, he’d always be with her. Y/n had chuckled at that, just realizing that he was right, he would always be with her, if not literally, in the life they’d created together. 

Y/n had spectated from the window for most of Keanu and Ryan’s play date, though, after a while, she’d decided to give them some privacy and went on to tend to her paperwork. Slowly, she worked though the pile of her desk, along with responding to some emails awaiting attention on her laptop, punctuating her session with slow sips of wine. 

After a few hours, another housekeeper poked her head into her office, letting Y/n know that dinner was almost ready and that Keanu and Ryan had come in. Excited to hear things from their perspective, Y/n shoved the top of her computer closed and jogged down the stairs, only gaining some composure when she entered the living room, scrubbing her delicate hands on the soft fabric of her cream pants, “So,” she sat on the sofa opposing the one that Keanu and Ryan had stationed themselves on, “Did you guys have fun?” 

“We did!” Ryan was nearly bouncing in his spot, proceeding to ramble on about all the cool tricks that Keanu had taught him with the toy. "And mommy, he has real motorcycles, he says we can come see them, can we mommy?"

"I uhhh….." Y/n glanced at Keanu, looking for confirmation.

For the first time since he'd gotten there, he directed a genuine, though faint smile to her, "I'd love for you two to stop by the shop."

Nodding slowly, Y/n knew that they'd have to spend some more time together before she'd make up her mind and take Ryan to Arch. 

Sitting across from them like that, Y/n could see almost every similarity shared between them. Of course, Ryan had learned mannerisms and traits from Daniel, but still, there were subtle things that transcended physical likenesses, they were they both got animated when they spoke, fidgeted with their fingers in quieter moments and there was even a shared adventurous spirit. 

When Ryan spoke again, his question wasn't directed to her, though she still listened in. He was turned to Keanu, eyes bright and pleading, "My mom's taking me to the zoo next Saturday. Can you come, please," he stressed.

Keanu wanted to say yes, he really did and Y/n could see it written on his face. But he certainly wasn't going to intrude on their time unless she'd permitted it. They were barely speaking after all. "Honey," Y/n gently intervened, "We don't even know if he's busy. I'll talk it over with him and we'll see, okay?" Ryan seemed a little deflated, taking her answer as a no. "Why don't you go wash up for dinner and I'll meet you there?" Nodding and then quickly hugging Keanu as a goodbye, Ryan scurried out of the living room.

As Y/n stood, Keanu did too, "Would you like to join us?" She offered, secretly hoping he'd say yes.

"I shouldn't," stuffing his hands into his pockets, Keanu shuffled his feet, the sound muffled by the carpet, "I have a meeting in the morning and then a couple errands to run. So I guess I should get going."

Y/n's smile faltered and she hugged herself, offering to walk Keanu to the door, "Okay." The silence was tense and the only thing filling it was their shoes softly thudding against the shiny marble floor. Though, when they neared the foyer, Y/n tentatively broke it, "You should come with us, on Saturday, if you have the time. We’re going to see the new Bengal cubs, Ryan’s been wanting to go since they talked about them on T.V,” she chuckled quietly. “I know it probably doesn’t matter, but I’d like for you to come with.”

“It does matter,” Keanu assured as they reached the front door. Y/n made no move to open it and Keanu no longer appeared to be in a hurry. In fact, he seemed to have a change of heart, or at the very least, interested starting the path to amends. Reaching between them, he took a loose hold on her fingers, “I think I’d like to tag along, you can text me the details.”

“Okay, great,” Y/n beamed. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d smiled at a man like that, maybe during her last days with Keanu, years ago. When her smile softened a bit, Y/n looked down at their joined hands. If only he knew how much she’d missed him. As hard as Y/n had tried, she couldn’t love Daniel, at least, not half as much as she still loved Keanu. “I’m sorry,” moisture gathered in her eyes, “About everything, about not trying harder for us, about Ryan.” Even if they’d met, it would never be the same as having Keanu raise him, he might never know the truth. 

“I’ve been thinking a lot,” Keanu cleared his throat, his nerves, fighting to get the better of him. He’d rehearsed the words in his head for an entire week, and had longed for a moment alone with Y/n, though, now that it had arrived, he was scared as hell. “About us,” he eventually clarified, “What happened that night hurt, finding out about Ryan the way I did was even worse, but I’m starting to understand why you did things like that. And I don’t want to be mad at you anymore; miss you Y/n, I have ever since that night.”

“I’ve missed you too,” Y/n managed, and as a tear trickled down her cheek, Keanu raised his hand to brush it away with his thumb, “I still love you Keanu,” her breathy words were music to his ears, he hadn’t expected her to say them, even if his heart knew they were true. 

“I know,” he mumbled, stepping closer. Y/n was propped up against the wall, near the coat rack at the front door, “I still love you too, I never stopped.” Moistening his lips, Keanu took a deep breath, unconsciously leaning into her. One touch, lips on lips, was all it took for the fire to be reignited. Though, maybe it had never been completely doused, and the embers of flames still burning had just found fuel. 

Y/n’s hands found Keanu’s back, her nails sinking into the leather of his jacket, She stood on her toes, longing to get closer, trying to close six years worth of distance and Keanu gathered Y/n in his arms, snaking them around her waist and holding her steady and flush against his body. Their lips moved in unison and he could taste her tears and vaguely hear her sobbed breaths which were muffled by their endearment. His tongue roamed her mouth, recognizing her taste instantly and longing for more. How had he even gone six years without it?

Even when they broke, Y/n and Keanu still stood close, “I brought you something,” his voice was gravely from their lengthy kiss, and his words no louder than a whisper, “Here,” he reached into his pocket, getting out a necklace that Y/n recognized almost instantly, her eyes brightening a a faint smile curving her lips.

“This is…..” She looked down at the pendant in her small palm, silver with detailed workings and meticulously placed pearls. It was the one they had seen in Greece, their very first night together, when they were drunk and stumbling along the mostly empty scenic streets. That must have been what he was trying to give her on the night of her wedding reception, when she’d put an end to things, breaking both their hearts. “You kept it,” she mused sorrowfully.

“I’d keep it forever if it meant I’d someday have a chance of giving it to you,” Keanu pushed Y/n’s fingers closed around the necklace, the precious metal cool in her grip, “I don’t know if you’re ready for what I have to give you yet, but I’m willing to wait because you’re worth it Y/n.”

How could she have ever let him go?

“Thank you,” Y/n leaned up to kiss Keanu again, her free hand tangling in his soft hair, humming at the warmth of his palms on her waist.

“I should get going before Ryan catches me making out with his mom,” Keanu chuckled. Finally, Y/n opened the door, “I’ll see you on Saturday,” he waved, jogging down the front steps, rummaging through his pockets for his keys, his Porsche parked in her driveway.

“Actually,” Y/n came to lean on the door frame, folding her arms, “Daniel has Ryan on Wednesday night, you could see me then.”

Keanu’s lips split into a wide, expectant, grin, “Are you sure?”

“I am,” Y/n giggled, for a minute feeling like the girl she was when she and Keanu first met; giddy, excited and eager to be thrilled by his touch.

“Okay,” Keanu nodded, “I’ll pick you up at eight.”

“Okay, goodnight Keanu,” she waved as he bid her goodnight in return, getting into his car, rounding the circular patch of greenery at the center of her cobblestone driveway, headed towards the gate. Only when Y/n could no longer see his car did she shut the door, finally giving the necklace a scrutinizing glace. It really was the same necklace from Greece, though, when she turned it over, Y/n smiled wistfully at the engraving there, tears clouding her gaze and her heart swelling with love. 

For the girl who has everything, The least I can give you is my heart. It’s yours forever -K

Turning, Y/n leaned against the door, putting on the necklace. She hooked the clasp and the circular pendant fell in the valley of her cleavage, moving to clutch it tightly as Y/n’s head lolled back against the door, still smiling giddily feeling exactly the way she’d felt when they were together before everything became confusing and out of their control. Before she’d made the mistake of marrying the wrong man and before she’d created someone that she loved above everything else in the world. When she was just a girl with her entire life ahead of her and looking for control in places where she had none. When Keanu was her safe place and the love of her life.

He still was, and Y/n was beyond grateful to have a second chance with him. They could make it work that time, it would take time, but if what had just happened was any indication, there was no amount of time that could weather what Y/n and Keanu shared.

It had taken them a lot to get there, but she’d always have his heart, and he’d always have hers.

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[princessanneftw]

Lost: Chapter 2

Anne heard voices talking around her. They seemed alarmed: someone was slapping her cheeks lightly but firmly, while another was calling her name. No, actually, it was the same person. Her husband. She opened her eyes with difficulty and was greeted by the sight of Tim kneeling beside her, one of his hands holding her right hand tight, while the other that was waking her, was now stroking her face. Apparently she was lying on the sofa. She looked around. Her mother was standing not far from her, wringing her hands with worry. She ignored her mother’s and husband’s questions, her eyes unfocused. What was happening to her? Why couldn’t she live peacefully? Why did she have to experience heartaches multiple times in her life? What did she do to deserve this? She felt tears streaming silently down her face but when her husband started to wipe them with his hand, she closed her eyes tightly. The door opened then and Anne could hear her granny’s nurse and father talking. She reopened her eyes and watched the lady taking her blood pressure and checking her blood sugar levels.

“Nothing to worry about Ma'am, just a bit of low blood pressure and a slightly low blood sugar. Nothing that a cup of coffee and a slice of cake couldn’t help with. I suspect it’s because of work pressure and fatigue. Likely holidays are coming and you could rest,” the nurse reassured them and  soon left. Anne watched her parents sharing a look, then her mother said she would send someone to bring her coffee and sweets and left with her father. Tim, who was standing by the sofa, kept silent. 

Minutes later someone brought a tray with the food. He took it from them and helped Anne sit down, his eyes watching her closely while she ate. When she felt a little better, she looked at him.

“I want a divorce.” She blurted. Tim’s face dropped and he started to say something but she cut him off. “I feel like we’ve faked it long enough. I know you’re not happy with our relationship and you certainly made it clear by leaving today, I’m sorry that I held you back. You ca-" 

"Stop! Just stop Anne, and shut up for once!” Tim practically exploded. “First of all, we are not getting a divorce and won’t be divorcing as long as I am alive, or separating. Live with it. I didn’t fight to have you only to lose you later.” His face was red, his eyes sparkling from anger. She stayed quiet. 

“Second of all, I wasn’t leaving alone, you were coming with me. In fact, you’re still coming with me. I admit I could have phrased it better and saved you the anxiety, and I am sorry for that. So please, finish your food, we are leaving as soon as you feel better.”

She just stared at her husband who went to sit in a nearby armchair still fuming.

“But what about what you said yesterday on the phone? And why are we leaving early?” She asked. 

“So now you’re eavesdropping on my conversation too?” He looked at her in disbelief. “Lovely, just lovely.”

“It was by accident! And you haven’t answered me. Why are we leaving early?” She asked again, and he royally ignored her, only pointing at the piece of cake on her tray, ordering her to eat. In all honesty, she didn’t know if she should laugh or cry or shout. On one hand, she was frustrated from the lack of answers and on the other hand, he looked bloody cute when angry, and all she wanted to do was to hug him, kiss him and ask for forgiveness and to make it better.

She finally finished eating, got up, fixed her hair and clothes, and walked to the door, her husband beside her still silent. She was greeted by her family asking her how she was feeling and her kids embracing her concerned about her health. She reassured everyone that she was fine and that it was just a malaise. Tim nudged her, so she said farewell to everyone, hugged her children, and left with her impatient husband.

“We’re taking my car, Peter will take care of yours.” Tim said curtly. She just nodded, too tired to argue. He was still silent but looked less angry. After some time, she noticed that they were not taking the usual road to Gatcombe, but when she voiced her observation to Tim he just said no, they’re not going home.

“Are we visiting your mother?” She pressed.

“No, you know my mother is visiting some friends in Kent ” He answered her. Of course she forgot. The silence was cut by the music in the car. Anne looked back at her husband, but he was looking straight ahead to the road. She didn’t know why, but something felt familiar for her, like it happened before. About two and a half hours later they stopped at a petrol station that had a shopping center nearby. Tim suggested they go in to use the facilities and let their PO stretch their legs a bit. To be honest she’d forgotten about them and she felt a bit guilty. Once inside, she kept close to her husband who stirred her toward the women’s clothes section and urged her to get something.

“At least tell me where we are going so I could pick something appropriate.” She was slightly irritated. He just shrugged at her.

“Whatever you like. A sundress, a swimsuit, shorts, tops… whatever you want, it has only to be light and summery.” Tim said but kept looking at some t-shirts 

“And what about a dress for dinner and heels too?” Anne asked sarcastically.

“No need, I took care of those and if we must we can shop tomorrow for something more to your liking.”

For God’s sake, he was serious! Anne wondered why he was all secretive. He could have told her beforehand and she could have packed something from her own clothing. She had not needed to buy clothes so hastily since she went with Tim to- 

Oh now she got it! The music, the drive, shopping on the road… now she started to understand. She searched for her husband and when she spotted him he looked at her then lifted two items: a baggy t-shirt with a cartoon on it and a silky black nuisette, indicating for her to choose. She blushed and shook her head at her husband’s antiques, and mouthed ‘both’. She was glad that no-one was around, it would be slightly embarrassing if it was printed in tomorrow’s paper. “The Princess Royal’s husband Commodore Tim Laurence spotted buying his wife nighties in a shopping center near a petrol station on their way to vacation”. 

After paying for their purchases, they went to a café to grab something light to eat then took to the road again to their destination. Anne started teasing her husband, who was still not talking to her.

“I could drive. You know, it’s not safe to drive when you’re angry.” Tim just raised his eyebrows at her but a light smirk adorned his face.

“I beg your pardon, I didn’t know that, but thank you. I am perfectly capable of driving as I am not angry at all,” and he turned up the music. She just chuckled, remembering what happened 14 years ago.

-

They weren’t in a relationship that time, but they were more or less dancing around each other, each one afraid of confessing their feelings to the other. That summer, she thought that maybe her relationship with Mark could be repaired: his mother had passed away a month earlier, and she had been there to comfort her husband, and they became close again. For the first time in a long while, they’d even slept together. The kids were happy their parents seemed to be closer than before, which made her happy, even if that meant forgoing her strong attraction to Tim and ignoring her heart that labelled that as falling in love. She told Tim about her new marital situation. He was happy for her, at least that was what he said until she looked at him and saw the hurt in those green eyes. Nevertheless, he helped her plan a getaway with her husband but advised her not to book anything until she confirmed it with Mark in case he had other plans for them. She sent the children to Balmoral early - not that they minded - and was ready to mend her broken marriage.

But on the night she was about to tell him, Mark had come home late, clearly having had too many drinks. His tongue loosened, he admitted that he had other plans that might well include taking someone to bed, but certainly not his wife. Of course he didn’t realise to whom he was speaking, and the next day he didn’t remember a thing. She didn’t tell him anything either. When he left, she cried, feeling completely at a loss again. She didn’t want to fly to Scotland ,and she certainly did not want to confront her family. A week home alone it is then. Every one of her friends were on vacation. She thought of calling Tim, but hesitated. 15 minutes later she was holding the phone waiting for her friend to answer, and was about to hang up when he finally picked up.

“I thought you weren’t at home?” She asked after greetings.

“You caught me just as I was leaving!” Tim answered. When she asked where he was going, he said to his mother’s house then to Cornwall with his brother, sister-in-law and some friends, for a four-day trip.

“Oh, a couples trip?” She asked a bit bitterly, but he just laughed at her.

“You know I’m the ultimate bachelor. Everyone is coupled except me." 

"No single ladies or potential girlfriend then?” Her questions only increased his laugher.

“I’m afraid not. I’m not interested, really. What about you? How did your plans go?” Her mood darkened further and she relayed to him everything that happened. By the time she’d finished, she was crying. “…and now I feel like a miserable bitch, stuck home alone. I have no desire to do anything productive except locking myself inside for the next four days before I fly to Balmoral.”

Tim was silent for a moment then he said the most incredulous and impulsive thing she ever heard from him. 

“Why don’t you join us? Tell your detective where you are and meet me at my mother’s house in Wiltshire. We’ll leave your car in her garage and from there we can drive mine to Tintagel." 

She was shocked. A litany of questions crossed her mind and she voiced them to him. "What about your friends? What would they think? I don’t know them, what if they tell the press?” But he reassured her that he trusted them with his life and if anything leaked to the press, they would know who the mole was, but it wouldn’t happen, as they would be delighted to meet her and respect their friendship. He kept convincing her until she finally agreed, and it took her some time to convince her detective that she would be fine. He agreed reluctantly when she told him that one of her friends was Commander Laurence and she would be safe with him. His one condition was that he would accompany her to Wiltshire to take the necessary information about where she would be staying from the Commander, as well as names and addresses of their companions. She indulged him, and prepared a light bag of clothing, called her children to tell them she was on vacation with friends and went to meet Tim. It was the first time she’d met his Mum and she was a lovely lady. Anne could understand where Tim got his kindness and compassion and loveliness. The others had gone ahead of them, much to the displeasure of her detective, but he was at least content with the list Tim provided for him, the cottage’s address and phone number, all info about his friends and such.

On the road while discussing potential places to visit, Anne remembered that she didn’t pack swimwear or even a dress appropriate for dinner, so her poor friend had to pull over when they neared a shopping center, so she could purchase what she needed. When they took the road again she asked if she could drive and he agreed. While they were listening to the radio, “I Will Survive” started playing, A/N: sorry I could not help myself 😉. She started driving faster, and Tim looked concerned. “Anne maybe I should drive.. you know, it’s not safe to drive when you’re angry." 

She just glared and sarcastically answered. "Well I beg your pardon, I didn’t know it wasn’t safe. But thank you I am perfectly capable of driving as I am not angry at all.” But Tim was so insistent and literally forced her to pull aside. She got out of the car and walked a little far from it and started crying. Her cries transformed to sobs when she felt strong arms hugging her. She turned around and buried her face in his shoulder. He didn’t say a word but kept holding her. When she calmed down they returned to the car with him driving to somewhere where she spent one of the best holidays in her life, made new friends and discovered another side of her best friend, his playful side, knowledgeable side and cheeky side. He gave her his bedroom but after the first night he spent on the couch she took pity on him and convinced him to separate her bed and sleep with her in the room. “Keep the door open if you want” she shrugged at him.

Everyone, except their party, thought they were a couple. Miraculously nobody recognised her. She ditched her engagement ring and only left her wedding ring on. The trip was heavenly and she felt refreshed and so much in love when they went back to Wiltshire.

She always laughed when she remembered ‘the Wiltshire incident’ as she came to call it. It was there that she experienced her first huge bout of jealousy, and their first kiss. That day, when they arrived to Tim’s mother’s house they were surprised to find his ex girlfriend there visiting his mum. Of course her jealous arse made her incredibly hostile to the poor woman. But Tim was quick to act and called her to his father’s old office to show her something. When he closed the door behind them he just crossed his arms.

“What’s wrong with you? Why were you acting snobbish out there?” It hurt her but she looked back at him defiantly.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt yours or your friend’s feelings. Show me what you want to show me, I’ve got to leave soon. My detective is on his way-”

"You’re jealous.” It was not a question. She felt her face warming and was about to deny when he shifted closer to her and took her left hand in his.

“If anyone should be jealous, it should be me,” he said, tapping her engagement ring that she’d put back on, with his thumb. “She is just a friend, and I’m not interested in her in any other way. It would be stupid of me to continue denying that I am in love with you, that I love your imperfections, stubbornness, your eye rolls and your cheeky smiles, the way you act all perfect and proper in public, but in private, you’re all pranks and laughter-” she didn’t let him finish his monologue and kissed him. It was sweet and warm and head spinning. He put his hands on her waist and kissed her deeply, and when they separated she just put her head in the crook of his neck and hugged him tightly, softly whispering: “I love you too.” They didn’t linger in the office for long, just enough time for him to show her his father’s ships models and a picture of him in his workshop, just in case someone asked what they were doing.

-

She was pulled out of her memories by the sound of their car parking. She looked at her husband. Goodness, how she loved calling him that. He was still a bit irritated with her. They went inside the cottage after the PO, who went ahead of them then gave them the green light. 

It was night-time and she couldn’t see the surrounding area but the interior was cosy and lovely, beautifully decorated. She kept walking around when Tim came in with their luggage. She looked at him when he cleared his throat.

"I think it time to have a chat,” Tim said.

Uh oh. She was in trouble.

* * *

DAMN! That was a long fic but that is not a complaint! Someone had asked for this last week, so they’ll be happy to see how long it is too I reckon.

It had sadness. It had feels. It had drama. It had Mark being an arsehole. It was a wild ride but I really liked it, especially the cute flashback of him taking her on holiday. I’m pretty sure she went to a few dinner parties with him during that stage and his friends kept everything quiet? I think I’ve read that somewhere. Anyways It was very sweet and I await part 3 🥰

#fANNEfiction #drama #i will go down with this ship #timmy is the softest #submission

[artificialqueens]

Houroubing to Aruba, Chapter 1, (Branjie) - Blackhighheels

They are off to Aruba for their first vacation together

Belongs to the “For they know what they do now”- verse

Chapter 1 : Pepito

“You got everything? The presents, wallets, cellphone?” Brock asks and looks around the room, making sure they don’t forget anything important. They are in Orlando, their first quick stop on their way to Aruba, because Jose decided it would be a good idea to visit his grandmother and Alexis. Therefor instead of just changing planes, they stay for the night and then continue their flight tomorrow. Not that Brock minds, because he’s all for splitting up the close to 14 hour journey. It helps a lot with his nerves and anxiety.

“Yup, packed everything. You got the car key?"

Brock holds it up to show it to him. "Alright, then let’s go or we’ll be late.”

“Calm down, boo, it’s just a twenty minute drive from here and also it’s just my grandma. She knows I’m always late.” Jose tells him and closes the door of their hotel room behind him, follows him to the elevator.

“Really just twenty minutes? I thought it’d be farther.” Isn’t it also another town, he wonders.

“Nope, we gonna go south on Jeff Fuqua Blvd, which becomes Access Road and then stay on and we’re basically there.”

“It’s kind of weird that you suddenly know your way around and can even name the streets. Usually you need navigation to find the Starbucks around the corner from our house,” Brock teases him.

“Bitch, I grew up around here,” Jose turns around in the elevator, facing him and taking his eyes off the mirror for once. “And I find the Starbucks without navigation… now.” He admits with a chuckle. Brock makes use of the otherwise empty elevator and pulls Jose close by his suspenders for a quick kiss.

“You wanna drive?” he offers, which is unusual, because he hates being a passenger when Jose is driving in L.A, or anywhere for that matter. If Brock had the power, he would have already confiscated Jose’s driver’s license. It remains a mystery to him, how his boyfriend doesn’t get into car accidents on the regular, his driving erratic and sometimes even careless. The only reason he’s been without a driver’s license his several DUIs.

“Nah, you good. I’m just gonna pretend I’m Siri and tell you where to go. Maybe that could be a new business idea? Miss Vanjie navigations?”

Brock laughs. “Turn right… no the other right, bitches. Imma tell ya what to do now… and I look good doing it,” he tries to imitate Jose’s Vanjie voice and makes him laugh.

“You better not do Vanjie at Snatch game ever, boo. You suck! Oh, and it’s a toll street so we’ll need quarters. Dunno, if they accept credit cards now.” They get out of the elevator.

“I think I got some. Can you check?” Brock unlocks their rental car that they’ve reached by now. They both get in and buckle their seatbelts before Brock drives out of the garage while Jose digs through his backpack, looking for Brock’s wallet.

“Yup, should be fine.” He states when he has found it. “Your wallet weighs a ton. What have ya got in here?”

“Still got the tip money from the last gig,” Brock shrugs. “Left here, right?”

“Yeah, it’s a one way street, so you need to do a u-turn here,” Jose confirms after looking up for a second. Then he focusses back on Brock’s wallet and checks each compartment, takes the papers out and looks at the cards.

“What are you doing?”

“Snooping.” Jose admits it with a bratty smirk and isn’t ashamed at all. “Got something to hide? Better confess it now.”

“Not that I know of.” He knows that there’s nothing in there that he needs to hide. Not that hiding anything from his boyfriend is ever a good idea.

“You got a condom in there? No, wait, two? What’s next? Lube?"

"Of course, I got condoms in my wallet. Where else would I keep them?” It was kind of obvious. But then he remembered that his boyfriend stashed them wherever convenient, sometimes even his cellphone cover, under his hat or in his shoes- Brock wasn’t sure how save that really was. Yet, the easy access was the reason why Jose was in charge of these things.

“Where were they when we needed them that time in London, when everything was closed and we were desperate?”

“They were most likely already in there, but I was too drunk to think of it.” Brock tries to remember what happened back then, but the nights in London during their first tour together, are still kind of a blur.

“Child, I will remember from now on! Won’t happen again,” Jose huffs and puts his feet on the dashboard of the car, after he threw the wallet back in the backpack.

“Yeah, just one thing,” Brock grins and quickly looks at him before concentrating back on the traffic.

“What thing?”

“We stopped using condoms months ago?! You remember the testing and discussions?"

"Took us long enough to rid off these romance killers,” Jose rolls his eyes, but can’t hide the small smile.

“You think it took us long?” Brock asks curiously.

“Yeah, we’ve been back together eleven months and we stopped using them like what? Two months ago?”

“Bit more. I remember we discussed it right after your birthday and then got tested just to be sure. We didn’t bring any condoms on tour. November maybe? So more like four months.”

“Mmh.”

“How long did it usually take, until you stopped using protection with your ex boyfriends?”

“Never… like… No wait. With one I did, but then we broke up shortly afterwards. But the others were always cheating… or I thought they were cheating and then it turned out later I’d been right.”

“Oh, ok.”

“What? I won’t let any fuccboi gamble with my health. If I wanna fuck that up, I can do it on my own. Don’t need anyone tell me about love and trust and shit and then stick his dick somewhere without a cover.”

“You know I agree with you.” Brock points out. He’s never been one to skip protection the few times he actually had real sex with a random guy. And since he’d never had a boyfriend before Jo… and he still got tested regularly.

“I do. And I trust you, so no raincoat needed… well, other than for practical reasons.” The smirk is back on Jose’s face. “We can throw ‘em out?”

“We probably should anyway. I can’t remember when I put them in there. Better check the expiration date,” Brock laughs.

“Not like one of us can get pregnant, cause if we could… girl. We’d have grand-babies by now.”

“No, but if they rip, it kind of defeats the purpose, no matter which one we might have in mind.”

Jose wrinkles his forehead, then nods. “Turn right here on the 417 and the toll station should be right ahead.”

“Ok, papi,” Brock nods and does what he is told. “Can you hand me the quarters?”

***

They reach their destination fifteen minutes later, park the car and both get out. It’s a narrow street with small houses left and right and an apartment complex at the end of the cul-de-sac. Children’s toys seem to sit on nearly every free strip of lawn, along with grills, chairs and the odd dog on a chain. It’s obvious that it’s not a rich neighbourhood, but Brock doesn’t feel unsafe either.

“You grew up here?” Brock asks and looks around.

“Lived over there for a while,” Jose points in the general direction of a couple of houses. “But we moved a lot. Longest house we stayed in was on the other side of the lake. Five years, maybe?” He takes Brock’s hand in his and leads him down the street.

“Because of the divorce?”

“Divorce, break-ups, money or the wrong people around us. My mom didn’t want a repeat of what happened with her brother, so she tried to keep us out of trouble.”

“You know I’m glad my parents are finally divorced because they weren’t good for each other and everything, and are much happier now, but the whole moving thing is a reason why I’m glad they didn’t get divorced until we were all grown up.”

“Yeah, it sucked sometimes. Not always.”

“Any last warnings?” Brock asks then when they reach a small blue house. He is suddenly overcome by nervousness.

“Just do you, boo,” Jose smiles and they exchange a quick kiss before he knocks on the mesh screen door, because the main door is already open. “Abuela?” Jose yells.

“Come in, Pepito,” a female voice calls from the inside.

“Lita!” Jose exclaims when they walk inside and a tiny, dark haired women rushes towards them once they have crossed the small living-room and reach the kitchen.

“Pepito!  Cariño!” She squeezes him tightly and holds him, tears in her eyes. “It’s been so long”

“Yeah, it’s been a while,” he agrees, wipes his eyes and sniffs. “Grandma, this is Brock,” he introduces them. Before Brock can react he is pulled downwards and into a bear hug. The small elder woman has a lot more strength than he suspected.

“So nice to  finally meet you,” he tells her when she lets him go.

“Que hombre bonito,” she says to Jose, but Brock understands enough to blush.

“He not too bad,” Jose teases with a nonchalant shrug and winks at his man.

“Neither are you, Pepito,” Brock teases right back, because he hasn’t heard this nickname before, even though he spends a lot of time around Jose’s mother.

“Oh, stop. Only my abuela is allowed to call me that.” He turns back to his grandmother. “We brought you a little something something. The green one is from us and the pink one from mom.” He hands her the wrapped gifts that are still for Christmas.

“Thank you, mi corazon.” They both get kisses on the cheeks before she sets the gifts aside without opening them.  "You want something to drink before we leave?“ she asks the both of them.

"We leave? Where to?” Jose is as puzzled as Brock.

“The BBQ spot by the lake. The others will be here in a minute, food is done.”

“The others?” Jose doesn’t look too happy.

“Lita?” another male voice yells from the front door and then steps can be heard coming towards the kitchen where they are standing. Brock can feel Jose tense up even though they are not touching. He looks like he might run any second and shrinks into himself. “Oh, you already here,” the man says. He is about Jose’s height, maybe a bit taller with tan skin, dark short curls and Jose’s eyes. Tattoos cover his hands, arms and what can be seen of his chest and his neck. He is wearing Nike’s, grey baggy sweats and a white wife-beater. Two little girls are by his side.

“Yeah.” Jose just nods.

“Uncle Jose!” one of the girls storms towards Jo and jumps up to hug him. That’s when Brock finally understands that he’s just met Jose’s older brother.

“Vicky! You so tall now, girl! Look at that! You nearly as tall as Brock here,” Jose jokes as he holds his niece, her legs slung around his stomach. Her skin is a bit lighter than Jose’s, but the family resemblance is uncanny. Her dark curls are done in complicated braids on her head.

“Hi!” The girl smiles charmingly up at him, still in Jose’s arms and Brock smiles back. She’s really cute and Brock realises she has bright green eyes.

“Hi,” he replies and then turns to the man staring at him. “Hello, I’m Brock,” he holds out his hand. It takes a moment but then Jose’s brother shakes it.

“Hi, I’m D. Heard a lot about you, man. Mom sure can’t shut up about your house with the pool and all the other rich shit.”

“We just rent it.”

“Hey, Feli, do you remember me?” Jose puts his older niece back down on the ground and crouches down in front of the younger one, who seems to be about four or five. She looks a lot like her sister, but her eyes are as dark as Jose's  and her hair is simply pulled in a tight pony-tail. She shyly shakes her head and clings to her father’s hand more tightly, hides partially behind it.

“That’s uncle Jo, Feli. Miss Vanjie!” her sister informs her.

“How do you know about Miss Vanjie, little lady? How old are you?” Jose puts his hands on his hips and plays it up for her amusement.

“Everybody knows about Vanjie. You famous now, uncle J! And I’m ten!”

“Ten? When did you turn ten? Wasn’t it just yesterday that we played with your my little ponies and braided their hair?”

“You’re silly.” She giggles. “Look, I’m even wearing mascara and nails!”

“I can see that,” Jose smiles, but the look he gives his brother is disapproving. Then he holds up a hand towards Brock. “Help me up, boo?” he asks and Brock knows it’s only because his knee is still hurting after the six hour flight earlier in the morning. Brock pulls him up.

“Lita, you riding with us or Jose?”

“You can ride with us, if you want,” Jose offers.

“Ok, then we’ll meet you at the park.” Without another word Jose’s brother takes his daughters by the hands and leads them out of the house.

“Esper… we need to take the arroz con guandules,” grandma sighs.

“In the caldero?” Jose’s eyes widen and he looks over to the oven where a huge metal pot is standing.

“Can we even lift it?” Brock laughs when he sees the size of this thing.

“You a tall man, mi amor. You can do it,” Jose’s grandmother seems to have confidence in him and the term of endearment doesn’t miss its’ aim either. He walks over and tests it, manages to lift the heavy pot off the stove.

“Pepito, ven aqui,” she waves Jose behind her and when they come back they each hold two large  bowls with even more food. “Let’s go!” she smiles and follows them out to the car.

***

“That your ride?” Jose’s brother asks Brock when they reach the picnic area at a lake not too far away from the grandmother’s house. He doesn’t help with the heavy pots though.

“Rental. We’re only here for a day.”

“Only a day? Why’d you even come here then? Or you owning your own jet now and just don’t care?” he laughs, but Brock recognises a dig when he hears one.

“It made sense to stop here or in Miami, since we need to change planes here anyway on our way to our vacation.”

“Where you going, man?”

“Aruba.”

“Sweet.”

“Yeah, we think so.”

“Must have cost you a couple of coins.”

“A couple. The flights and part of the stay is paid for, however. I won it on the show.”

“The show?” he seems puzzled for a moment. “Ah, right. You’re one of those as well.”

“One of what?” Brock stands up to his full height after he’s finally managed to put the pot down on one of the tables. He tries not to be offended and give him the benefit of the doubt, but Jose’s stories about his brother combined with the way he just said it, rub Brock the wrong way.

“Hombre!” A loud scream interrupts them and they turn around. D smiles and walks over to the ten to twelve men coming his way. Behind them a couple of women follow, most of them with children in tow. Brock feels like he’s watching a documentation about hispanic gangs in the Bronx or something. For a second he wonders how many of them are armed, but then he pushes the thought away as quickly as he can. As a Canadian the thought of guns all around him always freaks him out.

“Fuck, he brought his whole posse,” Jose mutters and shows up beside Brock, but doesn’t touch him.

“They’re family, too?”

“Some of them are cousins, yeah. Rest friends. All of them as fucking dumb as my brother.” Jose seems angry. Or annoyed?

“You ok, papi?”

“I’m fine… just… ignore everything they say and remember we’re only here for today, k?” Jose looks up at him, a strange look in his eyes.

“Same goes for you,” Brock points out and wraps one arm around Jose’s shoulder and pulls him into his side. For a moment the tension leaves his body as he melts against Brock’s body.

“Oy, loca!” Another scream from one of the guys and the tension is back in Jose’s body, fists clenched.

Brock holds him tighter and massages his shoulder with the one hand resting there. “Breathe.”

***

A while later Jose and Brock have sat down to eat, Jose’s grandmother at their table, his nieces there as well. The other men have retreated to a table at the edge of the picnic area and Brock can’t say that he minds in the least. The longer he’s been around them, the less him likes them. The women left after a while, taking most of the kids with them after they’ve served their men with drinks and food.

“Oye, Jose!” a guy that was introduced as Tivo, a friend of D’s, yells over without getting up.

“What?”

“Bring me another beer.”

“Please,” Brock adds with quiet sarcasm, can’t help it. He waits for Jose’s sarcastic reply to the unfriendly request, but he just gives Brock’s leg a squeeze underneath the table, then gets up and brings him the requested drink. There is some laughter at the table when Jose gets there, but Brock can’t hear or understand what’s being said. When Jose comes back with an empty plate, he refills it and carries it back over. Brock can see that he’s still slightly limping, his knee still acting up.

“Sit down, babe, I’m gonna get you some ice,” Brock decides and gets up himself to fetch some ice from where the drinks are. He places the cubes on a towel and then hands it to Jose.

“Thank you, boo,” Jose replies and pecks Brock’s lips a couple of times. Wolf-whistles can be heard from the other table.

“Jose! No delante de mis hijas!” Jose jerks back from Brock at his brother’s angry command, the ice falling to the ground.

“What did he say?” Brock questions.

“Nothin’” Jose mumbles and tries to pick the ice back off the ground.

“I’m gonna get you some fresh ice,” Brock shakes his head, takes the dish towel, gets up and refills it.

“Jose! Bring the bread over.”

Brock isn’t even back at the table yet when the new command comes from the table of guys and the whole table erupts in laughter. Brock had the feeling before that they were doing it on purpose, making Jose serve them, since their wives and girlfriends were gone, but now he knows. And he is furious.

It also puzzles him why Jose is obliging them and doesn’t say a single thing. His usually so feisty and hot-tempered boyfriend is acting like a scared little kid, which adds even more fire to Brock’s anger.

He stops Jose from getting up by placing a hand on his shoulder. “Stay, I’ll do it. Put the ice on your knee.” He grabs the bread and marches over to where the guys are sitting. “Here,” he pushes the bread in the hands of a guy whose name he has already forgotten. “And now get the rest yourself."

"Ooooh,” the other three men howl and laugh.

“Mind your own business, sissy.” More boo-ing, more laughter. “We not talking to you, white boy.”

“Sissy? Fine by me, but maybe you should man up. You can’t even get your food or drinks yourself.”

“Jose! Your loca is running her mouth!” One guy calls.

“We can, we just don’t want to. That’s what you guys are for,” another one says. Brock looks at Jose’s brother, who hasn’t said anything and doesn’t holler and laugh as loudly as the others. But neither does he stand up for his brother and stop this.

“Mmh, and apparently we’re also here to pay your phone bill debts, right D?” Brock knows and addresses him directly. “How about you earn your own money first and stop relying on your little brother? How’s that for man-ing up?” More howls, boos, this time directed at D.

“Fuck off, maricon!” Brock knows that word. If there is one thing every gay man knows, it’s insults and slurs in all kinds of languages, the cruder the more familiar. And this time it came directly from D.

“What did you just say?” he asks unnecessarily, dares him to repeat it.

D gets off the bench and stands in front of him. D’s best friend Felix does the same, steps closer and puffs out his chest. “Chupa mi huevos, maricon!”

“I’m gonna fucking kill you!” Jose’s furious threat echoes  as he rushes over, already halfway there, even limping. He must have started his way over when they called him. Brock holds him back though, when he basically flies towards his brother and Felix, ready to tackle them. With both arms wrapped around his waist from behind, he is reminded how strong Jose really is. He has trouble holding him back, his boyfriend set on a physical fight with all ten of them, if he has to.

“J, you really wanna try me again?” his brother laughs, comes closer and steps in front of Felix. Brock knows that even though he doesn’t have any experience in fist fights, he will step in front of Jose and try to protect him, before he will stand idly by and watch them hurt Jose even more than they have in the past.

“Siétate! Ahora!” Suddenly Jose’s grandmother is by their side, glaring at his brother and his friends. They obey and no one dares to laugh this time. A fast rant, that Brock doesn’t understand a single word of, starts and at the same time she waves him and Jose away, signalises them to go back to their table. Brock isn’t sure if that’s a good idea though, grabs more ice as they pass the drinks and leads Jose away from the picnic area and towards a small park by the lake side.

“You ok, papi?” Brock asks when Jose is still silent once they reach a wooden bench underneath some trees, hidden away from sight.

“Did they hurt you?” Jose asks instead of answering the question.

“No, they didn’t even touch me.” Brock pulls him down onto the bench and into his lap, then places the ice on Jose’s knee for the third time. “Has it always been like this?”

“No, not when we were younger. I always wanted to be like him, all manly and cool and shit. But when he found out I was gay… at home it was ok and when we were alone, but when his friends found out…”

“Did they hurt you? Physically?”

“Sometimes.They thought they could beat the gay out of me or some shit. Until my mother found out. Then she beat the crap out of them.”

“I can imagine,” Brock chuckles, because he can imagine well how that went down.

“She took my side and he thinks she loves me more, like, I’m the favorite. When the Vanjie thing happened and they moved to L.A. for me… D really hates me now.” Jose slumps sideways against Brock’s chest. For a while they just sit there, Brock rubbing Jose’s arm and placing kisses on his forehead from time to time. Jose is deep in thought.

“You wanna go back?” Brock asks when Jose starts responding to his caresses and starts sucking on his neck.

“Mmmh, I wanna talk to my grandma some more.”

“But Jo? If they start bullying you again, we’re leaving. I will not sit idly by and watch it. We’ve come too far in our life to go back to who we were ten or fifteen years ago.”

“Thank you.” Jose kisses him gently before they both get up and walk back to Jose’s family, their fingers tightly linked. They haven’t reached their table yet when D walks towards them. Brock slightly steps in front of Jose. The fact that he is already injured makes him protective in a way he usually isn’t. Or maybe it’s just the company they are in?

“Mira… Jose, can I talk to you?” Jose looks to Brock.

“You want me to come with you?” he offers.

“Nah, we gonna be fine.” He decides and looks around.

“Stay where I can see you, please?” Brock requests quietly.

“Will do, boo.” Jose gives him a small smile and then points to a swing set not too far away. His nieces are playing there now and Brock thinks that hopefully they won’t get too intense in front of the kids. When he looks around he sees that the other men have left and only Jose’s grandmother is sitting at a table.

“They gonna be fine,” she tells him when he joins her and refills his cup.

“Thanks for stepping in. I’m not really good at fist fights,” he tries to joke.

“Tu sabes, D is here 'cause he wanted to talk to Jose. It wasn’t my idea. He’s changed a lot since they all left, his mother, his brothers… his girls. He only sees them once a month.”

“Mmh.” Brock makes, doesn’t really know what to say.

“You found a house yet?” She changes the topic.

“Not really. But we’re in no hurry. The lease isn’t up for another there years, so we’ve got time to wait and see what comes up. First we needed to hash out what we even want,” he explains and smiles, remembering their different ideas about what they wanted to buy.

“Send me some pictures when you found something. I’d like to see where he lives.”

“You could always come and see us. We have a guest room.”

“I know, my daughter told me. But the long flight… it’s expensive, you know?”

“We could book it for you. Both Jo and I have so many points saved up we barely know what to do with them. Would be first class, too.”

“Points? No entiendo.”

“Like, when you fly with certain airlines you get points for flying with them and rewards. After a certain amount of points you get better rewards, don’t have to pay certain fees, get free food and drinks. And because we’re always flying somewhere, we can basically never use up all our bonuses.”

“So you don’t pay money for my flight?”

“No, we wouldn’t.”

“Ok, I will think about it,” she finally accepts and Brock is impressed by this very proud and humble woman. “I could cook for you when I visit you. You’re both too thin.” She adds and Brock knows that he will have to tell Jose that his grandma is going to visit them soon. This is as close to accepting the offer as it gets.

They are interrupted when Jose, his brother and the girls come back. Neither is hurt, but Brock can see the storm of emotions in Jose’s eyes. He looks upset, but not angry, which he takes as a good sign.

“We should get going, boo. Have to get ready for our night out with Alexis,” Jose tells him quietly. “You got this here, D?” He motions to the pots and plates everywhere.

“Si, you go. I take care of it,” his brother confirms and his tone is much softer than before.

“K, bye Lita. Talk to you soon.”

“Bye, Pepito. You tare care.” They hug for a long moment. Brock is next, gets the same bear hug he was greeted with earlier that day.

D holds out his hand when they pull back. Reluctantly Brock takes it, not sure yet what to make of it. He is pulled in a manly hug, with a couple of pats on his back. “I’m sorry about before. And please take care of him, man. His knee really doesn’t look good.”

“I will,” he vows, surprised by the concern, the apology and the approval.

After saying goodbye to the girls, they make their way to the car in silence and Brock has to turn on the navigation, because Jose keeps staring out the window, deep in thought.

“Baby, you’re ok?” he asks him when he can’t take it anymore and touches one of Jose’s hand with one finger.

“Yeah. It was good, the talk and all. Just… a lot. He apologised for the shit he’s done to me and for not protecting me. I told him he needs to apologise to mom, too, for all his fuck ups. It was hard on her. But he doesn’t feel like he part of the family no more and … he done a lot of work, did some therapy, has his own Dr. Laurie. He’s always been a bit of an ass, but he my brother, you know? He’s family, even if he don’t get me or why I’m gay and why I’m so extra all the time.”

“Sounds like a good start,” Brock comments.

“Said he should come to L.A. and see us all. I wasn’t sure if you want him at the house though.”

“I’m not sure either. He’s kind of scary.”

“He wouldn’t do nothing. He still on probation.”

“What?” Brock squeaks and does a double take. Maybe he should have been given that info before he nearly got into a physical fight with the guy.

“Long story with a mug shot and all, y'all.” Jose chuckles.

“Talked to your grandma; she might want to visit us too. Maybe they can come together? We take your grandma and your mom can take your brother?”

“You talked my abuela into visiting us? I’ve been begging her to come see us since I moved to L.A. How’d you do that?”

“I can be charming, too, pepito.” Brock laughs.

“Haha! Baaabe!” Jose laughs loudly, his scream echoing through the car. “I think I’m gonna call Alexis and tell him we not coming tonight. I don’t feel like clubbing anymore. That ok with you?” Jose surprisingly asks when he has calmed down.

“Sure. We’ll see him in L.A. in a couple of weeks anyway.” Brock agrees and stops at the tolling station.

***

Jose remains unusually quiet when they get back their room. They each take a shower and dress more comfortably and chill on the bed before ordering room service later that night. Jose isn’t really hungry, but Brock makes him eat, since he didn’t eat much during lunch either.

Once they are done, they retreat back to the bed and start the next episode of whatever show they are watching in Netflix. Brock doesn’t pay attention.

He doesn’t really know how to deal with a quiet Jose. He’s asked him several times if he’s ok, but beside a short confirmation, he hasn’t added anything to what he said in the car. He calculates how late it is in L.A. and if they should maybe call Laurie, but then decides against it, because Jose moves closer to him and places his head on his chest.

“Today was the first day I felt like that fucking kid again, the one who fucks up at school and goes to therapy for his ADD and knows he’s gay and who is weird and loud and shit. My own brother didn’t want to be around me, 'cause I was so not cool. And now, we here and you… the hottest guy I’ve ever dated, saw all of that shit today.”

“You scared I don’t find you cool and hot anymore?"

"Dunno. Do you?” He looks up at him, a small smile on his face that is also a bit insecure. And Jose should never ever feel insecure about Brock’s love for him.

“How about I show you?” He smiles and presses his lips against Jose’s for a moment, pulls back with a loud smack.

“Starting the romancing early? We not even in Aruba yet, hot stuff.” Jose kisses him, a bit longer, but just as intensely.

“Got a problem with that?”

“No, you go ahead, boo. Show me.” The next kiss leaves them both breathless. When Brock teases him with the tip of his tongue, runs it over Jose’s lips, he lets out a soft laugh before he moves up a bit more, slips his tongue in his mouth and gives back ten fold.

Brock rolls them over, so that Jo is underneath him, lying on his back. Without breaking the kiss or looking, he slides one hand underneath his shirt and moves upward, the fabric bunching up on his wrists. Brock enjoys the feeling of his smooth, hot skin underneath his palms, muscles contracting where his light touch tickles.

He clutches the white shirt, breaks the kiss and pulls it over his head, Jose’s arms lifting on autopilot. While he’s at it, he loses his own shirt and dives back down to kiss him some more. Jose’s lips are always plump, delicious and the little noises he makes shoot straight to Brock’s groin, making him painfully hard.

They pant slightly and look at each other when they have to break the kiss again.

“I love how you always gasp when I do this,” he says and places a kiss in the middle of Jose’s chest; smiles when he hears the sound he just talked about. “So hot.”

A lick of his nipple follows, then the other, the same sounds filling the room as Jose’s hand tangles in Brock’s hair. Next he drags his scruffy cheeks down across his stomach and watches the slight red, that colours the tan skin. “I love it when you’re loud and shit,” he repeats his earlier words back at him. “Tell me what you want… talk to me."

Jose groans loudly. "Your tongue… your teeth,” he says and directs Brock’s head up. They’ve been doing this often enough that he knows exactly what his man is after. He has a go at his nipples, knows they are incredibly sensitive. Jose groans again, his voice high pitched and needy as he raises his torso off the bed, apparently stuck between wanting to pull away and pulling Brock more to him. He sucks, licks and even bites a little as Jose moans, swears and even half-laughs. Brock can feel him hard and hot through his sweats, against his leg.

He slips his hand in Jose’s pants, pulls them down with one tug as he raises his hips without prompting. The sweats join their shirts on the floor.

“How do you want me?” Brock asks him. “What do you want me to do? Suck you? Fuck you? Let you fuck me?” His right hand is wrapped around Jose’s hard shaft, teasing him further with slow and steady movements.

“You’d let me fuck you? Feeling like being a bottom today?” Jose teases and pulls Brock’s shorts down over his hips, pats his naked butt cheeks before he runs his hands over them, squeezes.

“Today I’ll do whatever you need me to do, to show you that you have the power now. No one can tell you what to do anymore, no one can talk down to you or bully you.” He rests his chin against Jose’s chest and waits for his verdict. Giving all the power away is kind of sexy too and Brock has troubles keeping his hips still.

“There’ll be enough time for me to fuck you. Maybe on the beach? Or against a palm tree?” Jose muses, clearly teasing Brock now. “I just want you to fuck me… been waiting all day… got ready while you were in the shower,” he confesses and makes Brock scramble up and get out of his pants in seconds. He grabs the lube from underneath the pillow, where one of them always puts it, and is pushed on his back. He grips the bottle hard when Jose’s wet, hot mouth suddenly surrounds his hard dick, his tongue teasing him. He sucks him, the sounds loud and obscene as he doesn’t hold back. He watches him bop up and down, cheeks hollow from time to time and sometimes his tongue peeks out, swipes over his head, tastes him, before he takes him deep again. Brock’s hips lift off the bed and he hopes he’ll hold out long enough and not come in his mouth. Saliva is covering his dick when Jose finally stops and takes the lube from him.

“You so fucking sexy.” The bottle hits the floor and Brock hopes he closed it properly, the stain disaster on a carpet not something he wishes to repeat. “Should I get the condoms or ride you like this…?” Jose asks, even though they both know it’s not really a question. The intimacy of going bare something they discussed in detail, after they had both been surprised by the effect it had on them once they’d done it the first time. For Brock it was the proof he didn’t know he’d needed, that Jose trusts him and knows he is being faithful.

Jose climbs on top of him and then slowly sinks down with a loud groan.

“God… fuck, papi.” Brick grips his hips tightly and digs his fingers into Jo’s skin. There are no more thoughts about the past, the family, nothing. Just this, his beautiful man on top of him, dominating and directing, trusting him with his body the same way he does trust him.

“I fucking love you fucking me… love you!” Jose leans down for a wet kiss, tongues battling. When he sits back up, taking him fully, he starts moving, eyes closed. “You feel so fucking good!” He gets louder. Brock starts pushing up, making the thrusts harder, deeper. “Yeah! Fuuuck!”

“Jo, yes.” There is no way he can form a full sentence. A couple more thrusts and he’s reduced to simple moans and rhythmic grunts that are drowned out by Jose’s enthusiastic and filthy commentary. That’s the confidence he knows from him, all sexy and not holding back. That’s how he wants him, no needs him, to feel every fucking second of every fucking day. Just when he’s about to come, Jo slows down, then stops and grins at him. He knows exactly what he’s doing, little shit.

“Not done with you yet. I want to come first. Show me you can get me there. Make me come! And maybe I’ll let you come, too. Might be in a giving mood.” Brock pushes up, as hard as he can and surprises him, makes him yelp. For a second he’s scared he’s hurt him.

“Yeees!” The scream is enough to make him repeat the movement, slam him down by his hips.

Their bodies glistens with sweat and he has no idea how long they’ve been at it. The muscles in his legs are shaking and burn, and he knows he can’t keep going for much longer or he has to change their position. Jose wouldn’t approve, though. He lets go of his hips with one hand and wraps it around Jose’s leaking cock, strokes him in the same rhythm as he’s riding him, as Brock’s slamming up into him.

Two, four, eight… “Fuck, yes, Brock!” Jose comes all over his stomach and chest and Brock follows him, still deep inside of him.

“Fuck,” Brock pants, giggles, his arms falling to his sides. Jose lifts his hips and lets him slide out, then moves up, lays down on top of him and kisses him, just once, because they are both still too out of breath for more.

“This was a worthy first fuck for our first vacation together.” Jose sighs into his shoulder and rests his head there. Brock just laughs and wraps his arms around him. They lay like this for a moment.

“You know what this reminds me of, us going away for a break after all of this goddamn mess today?”

“Mmh?”

“When I was still living with Alexis, Jeffrey used to watch these Arabic series sometimes. They like telenovelas but shorter. I got sucked in with one, 'cause the actress was so fucking gorgeous. It was about a woman in Lebanon, who had so much shit going on with her family that she didn’t know up from down. And then her handsome hero came in, swept her off her feet, but her family didn’t like it. And child, that guy was hot! Her brother was an asshole and all… and then they just ran off to Paris for three months and called it 'Houroub’. That was also the name of the show. Jeffrey said that means 'escape’”. I feel like that what we doing. Houroub-ing from drag and our families and fans and every day shit… I think we earned it.“

"Yeah, we do, papi,” Brock agrees and closes his eyes. “Houroub-ing to Aruba.”

Jose makes an attempt to sit up, but Brock tightens his hold around him and keeps him there. “Bitch, if you think we going to sleep with cum glueing our chests together, while I’m leaking all over the place, you better think again. You wanna be lazy like this afterwards, we better go back to the whole condoms discussion.” Jose untangles from him and cleans himself a bit with his shirt. They also had this talk before, more than once.

“I’m exhausted. You just fucked all energy out of me.” Brock sighs.

“You wanted me bossy, you get bossy: Get up! We taking a bath.” Jose decides and tugs on Brock’s arm until he reluctantly sits up.

“You gonna be bossy in the tub, too?” he asks as he follows him into the bathroom and swats his naked ass playfully.

“Maybe. But maybe I just want you to hold me,” Jose shrugs and starts the water.

“Whatever you want, papi. Whatever you want.” Brock tells him and pulls him into his chest as they watch the tub fill with water.

“When’s our flight leaving tomorrow?” Jose breaks the silence just before he turns the water off.

“Twenty past one. We should be at the airport around eleven.” They both climb in, Jose finding his spot, sitting between Brock’s outstretched legs.

“Thank god, mama. We can sleep in and get breakfast at the airport. I’ll need my beauty sleep to be ready and repeat our performance in paradise, as soon as we get there.”

Brock laughs. “You have this all planned out already? What happened to checking in, unpacking and then explore your surroundings a bit?”

“Oh, I’m gonna be all Dora-explorer on your dick, boo… all over our room and bed.” Jose’s boisterous laughter fills the room and Brock presses a kiss to his temple. What a great way to start their vacation.

TBC

#rpdr fanfiction #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #branjie #fluff #smut #drama #canon compliant #houroubing to aruba #blackhighheels

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Enamored By You - Fred’s Side

AO3 FFN

HARRY POTTER

Characters: Hermione Granger/ Fred Weasley

Summary: It is said that when you first meet your soulmate, both your chests glow red for a minute. Of course, Hermione has more important things to be worrying about than something as silly as her "other half". Fred doesn’t though, and this is his side, so enjoy!

Side A - Hermione 

        Fred liked to think of himself as a very impractical person, and as such he easily grasped the concept of soulmates others would find preposterous. Like all his other siblings before and after him, he was a hopeless romantic. Of course, he never quite let the hope of one day finding his soulmate dictate the way he lived his life. He knew the odds weren't in his favor, and this was probably the one thing he wouldn't bet on. 

        As he got older, Fred realized he wasn't going to sit around waiting for his one true love to show up, and as such started dating. There were a few promising women now and again, but they never seemed to like him as much as he liked them. Though he did not fall in love often, when he did it was with every fiber of his being. Unfortunately it tended to scare flighty women off, and as such he'd only been in a few serious relationships in his lifetime. Sometimes he even feared he'd end up alone, that he'd never find the love his parents had. They weren't soulmates, not really, but they were damn close. Of course Fred realizes that even if he never found love, he'd always have his family, and that was good enough for him. So you could probably imagine his surprise when Ginny confessed she'd found her soulmate at the bi-weekly family dinner.

"Oh! How lovely dear!" Their mom was quick to recoup, "What's his name? When's he coming over? Have you broke the news to Dean yet?"

"Mom!" Ginny cried indignantly before crossing her arms and looking away as she answered, "He's called Harry, probably never, and yes I have. He was shocked, but we both agreed not to let this get in the way of our relationship. Plus, Harry's in a relationship too."

"Oh," Molly replied sadly, "That's too bad."

"No it's not," His younger sister insisted, "I'm not just gonna drop Dean because I met the person who's my soulmate. Would you divorce Dad if your soulmate showed up tomorrow?"

"Of course not!" It was Molly's turn to be indignant.

"What did you say his last name was?" Ron tentatively questioned, looking paler than usual.

"I didn't." Ginny easily replied in a tone that signaled the end of the discussion. Of course Ron couldn't leave it at that, and gulped before continuing.

"Was it Potter?"

The sound of a fork dropping came before his sister's stumbled reply, "How, how did you know?"

"He's only been my best mate since I was 11, gee Gin, you think you'd listen when I talk sometime!"

"What an interesting development, wouldn't you agree Freddie?" George gave him a conspiratory look that Fred easily returned.

"Quite interesting indeed Georgie."

"Oh no!" Ginny interrupted, "You two stay out of this."

"I don't know if that's possible." Fred told her smartly.

"After all, this does concern our dear, baby sister." George continued.

"And we've never met this soulmate of yours either."

"How are we to know if he's honorable or not?"

"The only one's dishonorable here are you two!" Ginny complained, pouting as she played with her food.

        For better or for worse, Ginny and Dean eventually broke up. Their differences were beginning to become too much even for them after a couple months since the meeting, and the red haired woman began hanging around a certain spectacled male more often. The break-up was pretty amicable thankfully, but Ginny had to wait a little longer for Harry to call it off with his current girlfriend. Apparently the woman hadn't been kind towards one of Harry and Ron's other friends, and the dark haired man decided that was the final straw. As far as Fred knew, Harry's break-up was not nearly as amicable as Ginny's. Just because the two were single though didn't mean the Weasley's were spared from the subsequent dancing around that happened for the next few months after.

        It was decided though that Harry was, indeed, honorable and was quickly adopted into the family.  Unfortunately both Fred and George lost the bet place on when the 'soulmates' would finally get together, they thought it wouldn't happen until the next year in January. Charlie thought it would be sooner and opted for late July, while both Bill and Ron guessed October, and Percy didn't deign to place a bet. In the end it was Bill and Ron who won, and the twins reluctantly handed over the winnings. 

        Before Fred knew it, three years had passed and now a wedding was upon him. He helped out where he could, which included mostly shopping for supplies. Unfortunately, since both George and him had a store to run, they couldn't help out as much as either of them would've liked. Thankfully Molly seemed to have pretty much everything covered, and one of Ginny's friends was apparently being really thorough with everything which helped a ton.

"I can't believe the youngest of us is getting married first." Fred expressed to George as they were closing the store on a late Friday evening.

"I know!" George shared the sentiment, "I was sure Bill would have just run off and eloped with Fleur by now."

"Hah, I think he wants to live a little longer."

        Somehow he thinks he shouldn't be staring at a picture this intensely, but there's just something about it that he can't quite put his finger on. Harry had asked him over to help move his things and now here Fred was, stuck staring at a picture frame of three very different children, no more than 14 years old. On the right was his lanky, pale younger brother; on the left was Harry, his green eyes standing out against his tan skin; and there she was in the middle, holding the other two close, a girl with dark skin and brown frizzy hair. Her eyes held a knowledge he'd never seen up to now, and her smile was brilliant. Fred was certain he'd never met her before, he knew he would remember her if he did. This must've been Harry and Ron's other friend, as well as one of Ginny's bridesmaids. 

"Oh wow, that was so long ago." Harry told Fred as he noticed what caught the taller man's attention, picking up the frame and looking at it, "Though I remember it like it was yesterday. Ron and I had just lost a football match because the other team cheated, knocking us over and stuff when the ref was either looking away or being blocked by someone else. So Hermione came up with this ingenious prank to get them back, and you should know that she's not normally one to prank people, but long story short, let's just say it took the other teams hair a while to grow back."

        It was then that Fred knew he had to meet this Hermione as soon as possible, and had practically burned her name into his brain. Every time someone mentioned her, the redhead found himself discretely listening in. He didn't really understand it, but something was calling him to her, and he wanted to know more about her. He could briefly recall Ron complaining about how bossy she could be when they were younger, and Fred couldn't help but wonder if she still was. He didn't know what he would do if she was, but he figured he could live with it. 

        All his musings and questions came to a head one fateful afternoon, the week of the wedding, as he was taking a stroll through the park. George had claimed Fred was being too restless, and as such sent him away. That was when it happened, he was looking up at the sky as he quite literally ran into another person. Both of them landed on their backsides, and Fred felt his mouth go dry as he watched the woman he'd been wondering about for three weeks now shake her head.

"Oh I'm so sorry," The woman he knew as Hermione apologized quickly, gathering her bearings a bit faster than him, though she wasn't really looking at him.

"It's alright," He replied in a dazed fashion as he struggled to maintain eye-contact, "I should've been watching where I was walking."

        It didn't work though as his eyes were drawn to the red light glowing from her chest, she caught him though but the anger seemed to die out of her own eyes as they flickered down to his own glowing chest. The nauseous look that quickly overtook her features sent a pit of dread into Fred's stomach. She looked back up at him, blue eyes met brown, and time seemed to still for just a moment.

"Me too," Hermione hastily replied as she forced herself to her feet, looking anywhere but at Fred, "I must be on my way now, bye."

"Wait!" He called after her as he too got to his feet, his hand reaching for where she'd been, but he hadn't reacted in time and she was already too far to chase after.

        Fred groaned into his arms later that same day as he sat with George, Harry, Ron, and some of their other friends at Honeydukes. He was more than content to just wallow in his own misery, he finally met his soulmate, and just let her slip right through his fingers. No wonder he'd been so drawn in by her photograph all those weeks ago, that should've been the first indicator. He'd never had someone look so frightened of him before, and Fred could honestly say he didn't like it. 

"I can't believe two," Ron exclaimed disbelievingly, "TWO, of my siblings soulmates are my very own best friends!"

"Right!" Lee eagerly replied, "I mean, what're the odds?"

"Apparently better than we both thought, eh Gred?" Goerge chimed in.

"Mmph." Came Fred's witty reply, head still in his arms before looking up at his friends, "You should've seen the way she looked at me! She already hates me and I've barely said two sentences to her."

"Please, like anybody could hate you." Angelina comforted, rubbing his back.

"I could!" Ron helpfully supplied.

"She doesn't hate you," Harry continued on ignoring Ron, "She just needs some time to adjust. Hermione never planned for something like this."

"This isn't something you just 'plan' for," Fred claimed sarcastically. 

"Course not," The spectacled man agreed, before continuing in sync with Ron, "Unless you're Hermione Granger."

"She plans for everything, she'll come around." Ron finished, actually comforting Fred instead of laughing at him tonight.

"You think so?"

"Dude, out of all of us, who do you think knows her best?"

"Alright, alright, I'll stop my moping."

        The rest of the night Fred spent laughing along with his friends and singing badly along to whatever pop song was playing. After getting reassurances from both Ron and Harry (not something Fred had ever thought he'd need before, trust me), the older Weasley felt confident enough to start his plans to woo one Miss Hermione Granger. Of course he couldn't set it into motion until Ginny's wedding, but he could afford to wait. But he had to keep pushing back his plans as the brunette didn't even notice him until the reception. Of course he had noticed her though, how could he not with that wonderful red number she was wearing. It was just the perfect color for her, especially considering it was one of his favorite colors. He watched as she watched his sister, and it was clear to him that she cared about Ginny as much as she did Harry. 

        So when he officially met her thanks to Ginny, who had a certain mischievous look in her eye, he opted to let Hermione make the first move. He didn't want to scare her away from coming on too strong, so he kept his distance, making the rounds just as she was. Though he couldn't help from glancing at her every few seconds even as he was talking to people he normally would've found interesting. Finally, his soulmate grabbed some food and sat down, so he did the same. They sat in an awkward and tense silence as Fred picked at his food. Sensing eyes on him, he turned to see George looking at him expectantly from across the dance floor, mouthing 'talk to her'.

So he did as he told her, "You look lovely."

"Thank you," She replied, glancing at him from underneath her eyelashes shyly before blushing and turning away, "You look nice as well."

"I wasn't expecting to see you again so soon." He spoke somewhat honestly, he knew he would see her here, but was still surprised nonetheless. 

Finally she looked up at him and Fred couldn't fight the smile off his face if he tried, "Nor I you," She told him and they were silent for a moment, simply looking at each other before she continued, "I'm sorry for running away that time."

"It's all good, was quite the shock." He just couldn't take his eyes off of her, he wanted to memorize every detail about her and have it tattooed onto his brain.

"Yeah." She finally looked away as she replied, but he caught her attention again quickly.

"Would you like to dance?"

"Yes, I'd like that very much." And, much to his delight, she placed her hand gingerly in his and he led them both to the dance floor just as a slow song was starting to play. 

        Fred had never had so much fun dancing with someone else before, and thankfully the dancing seemed to put Hermione at ease as she started opening up to him, becoming less awkward and stilted in her replies. As they danced the night away, the older man couldn't help but silently thank Ginny for finally getting together with her own soulmate, just so he was able to meet his. He might not be the luckiest man in the world, but he felt close. Perhaps he wouldn't end up alone after all.

#fred weasley #hermione granger #fremione #fred x hermione #harry potter #hp fanfic #My writing #two-shot #ginny weasley #hinny #ron weasley #soulmate au #muggle au

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Dog Days: Prologue

A/N: What’s up y’all! So today I give you the beginning, or third part, of the series Dog Days. Hitting y’all 2 times with the feels in one day, with this and chapter 7 of Work Out. If you want to be included let me know, I’ll make a permanent tag soon.

Warnings: slight angst from a past thought

Word Count: 1,629😁

Tag Squad: @sunlightandkisses • @honeychicana • @crushed-pink-petals • @themyscxiras • @dc41896 • @maddiestundentwritergaines • @champagnesugamama • @sdcyumyum • @badassbaker • @titty-teetee • @fumbling-fanfics

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“Damnit. The traffic in an airport in Atlanta, is worse than LA traffic. Move people, come on!”

“Mom. It’ll be ok? Don’t worry.” My 10 year old son, Javier, didn’t even look up from his Nintendo Switch, as we moved on the conveyor belt. We maneuvered through the crowds quickly, and precisely, but folks like to be slow.

“Javier, my sweet, sweet boy. Your mama needs to sleep. This plane ride will help me out greatly.”

Traveling from state to state, to make sure my magazine thrived for location shoots, you’d think I’d be used to this by now. Not at this hour however, still not a morning person even though I’m fully awake.

“How did the interview go with Normani? She’s really pretty.” The way his eyes lit up when I mentioned I had an interview with an up and coming singer, was like a kid going to Disney World.all wide eyed and bushy tailed.

“It went great. She has new music coming out soon and I love her drive; her commitment and style. It was fun. Does my little man have a crush? Ooh Javier imma tell my mama.” I enjoyed teasing him every now and then.

“Mom! Come on.” The cheesy grin on his face was so precious. He tried to hide behind his knees in his seat, as we waited for our group number to be called. We were a few hours early anyway.

I bet you're wondering when did I have time to have a kid? I started to remember how I got my little angel.

Almost 14 years ago, I had Javier with my late fiancé Vincenzo Giovani. He was the love of my life when we first met and I thought we’d last. I was wrong, way wrong. He was in an intense line of work and I didn’t like any of it. By the time I had Javier, Vinny was in too deep with the Italian mafia. Under his father's ruling, and apparently my father’s jurisdiction, it was meant to be.

It was more of a business move for him, and I didn’t want to be in any part of it. I was still in my 20’s, very young and in college for my second degree: I was so emotional by the end of it all and it had gotten worse after I had Javier. The further into our relationship, the sweet nature I thought Vinny had was just a facade. The fights got worse: the emotional abuse was horrific and my physical being proved that I was a victim. I hated that my son grew up around that environment, seeing his mother be hurt like that.

So I decided to have Javier go live with my mother, for the time being, till I got matters sorted out. It was late one night, on a Wednesday and raining, I got into a fight with Vinny. It was a great deal of arguing; items being thrown and broken, and one moment that pushed us both over the edge.

I had mentioned how he was a bad father, and a horrible baby daddy on top of it all. He pushed me against the wall and got in my face. Telling me over and over how I wasn’t anything to him: I was a waste of space, just one of his many baby mamas he has laying around. I wasn’t anything to him, I felt enraged all over again.

Before he could hit me again, like he’d used to do countless times, he choked me. I clawed at his arm as much as I could, gasping for air. My vision treading to go black, until I grabbed his gun. He barely let me go and I shoved it against his torso. He looked me dead in my eyes and said ‘you wouldn’t dare. You don’t have the guts to shoot me.’ I thought over all the times I’ve been hurt; the nights I cried and felt alone. He squeezed my throat harder and then a bang rang through the house.

I shot him in cold blood, about 4 times. All those years of feeling inadequate I finally felt at peace. Crying in being released from my physical prison. I was thankful that my son wasn’t there during all of that. I still carry that burden till this day. Wishing I had raised Javier in a better environment.

The nightmares of him trying to kill me, kept coming back every now and then. A year later, the day I met Henry through Roxie changed all of that. He made the nightmares vanish, with his caring love and good nature. He even taught me self defense and he restored my faith in falling in love.

Javier was young, but knew of Henry growing up. The only father figure he’s ever known over the course of five and a half years that we dated. It hurt him for us to break up, it hurt him tremendously. The reason we broke up, was because of my father Julian. He was going to blackmail me, for killing Vinny, if I didn’t break up with Henry.

He would say that I wasn’t good for Henry’s image, and I didn’t need to be in his spotlight. I didn’t want to break up with him, he was my light, and it hurt us both. My father, who I don’t even claim as my dad anymore, is a bitter old man who doesn’t want anyone else to be happy but him. No wonder my mother divorced him because he ain’t shit. He cheated on a good woman, who birthed all four of his kids, with a woman who was like family, and had the audacity to get mad when my mom gave him divorce papers.

Someday I was hoping, Henry and I would get back together, and it looks like we just might. I took the initiative to talk to him at the beginning of 2018, and it was the best decision I’ve ever made.

“Mom, it’s our turn to board. Warm cookies here I come!” The tug on my arm from my active little boy, took me out of my trance, focusing back on the task at hand of getting back home.

Wiping away my tears, I caught up with him. “I’m coming Jay, wait for me please.”

“Sorry. I just want the window seat this time around, you know? Slightly more leg room and- dad?” Javier stopped in front of me, causing a slight jam, luckily no one was hurt.

He hasn’t said that phrase in god knows how long. Why would he be saying that though? I glanced up to see what all the commotion was and froze. He did mention he had business in Atlanta, but didn’t say what time he’d be going back to California.

“Javier? Oh my god look at you, you’ve gotten so big.” The way he hugged him, was like a reunion you’d see in those Lifetime movies. Just full of love and a few happy tears were shared.

“Your mom didn’t tell me you’d be going to Atlanta with her.”

“She also didn’t say she talks to you too. I'm glad you both are talking and I hope it’s long term?” The hopeful turn in his voice was sweet and caring. Just like any kid that’s wishing for a miracle to happen.

We both looked at each other for a split second, then back at Javier. “It’s possible.” We say simultaneously.

“Yes! Oh this better than Christmas, mom we’re in the same area as dad. You two over there, I’ll be here across from y’all.” Gathering all his belongings, he made it his mission to get comfy on the way back home.

Sitting next to Henry, after placing my stuff in the overhead bin, I couldn’t help but feel like a giddy schoolgirl around him all over again.

“Nice to see you again, Miss Leon.” His smooth voice, mixed with his infamous smirk, overtook my thought process.

Biting my bottom lip, I couldn’t suppress my giggle. “You as well, Mr. Cavill.”

“Are you guys free tomorrow? I’d like to spend the day with you, if that’s ok with him Javier?” Henry asked cautiously.

The classic kid in a candy store look. This kid, without a shadow of a doubt, knew how to work somebody. “It’s totally fine with me! Mom?”

“I don’t see why not. Sounds like a plan.” Henry slyly laced our fingers together, kissing the back of my hand gingerly. Javier was smiling like a kid in a candy store, before going back to his game.

Henry leaned over next to me, whispering in my ear. “Ever since we saw each other that day at the art festival, you’ve been glowing. What’s your secret?”

“Getting my light back to shine in my life.” The way I whispered back to him, as I started scratching his chin, I could swear his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

“Boy you are so sprung over me.” I smiled happily.

He kissed my nose, making me melt at his words. “That’s because my love for you never truly died. It rose from the ashes when you kissed me again.”

“Damn you’re good.”

“I’ve been told. I’ve missed you Yaya.” His genuine smirk was unmistakable. Resting my head on his shoulder, it felt like we never broke up to begin with.

“I’ve missed you too Dally, so very much.” Placing s kiss on his cheek, I noticed how read he had gotten by it. Javier chuckled at us both with glee, happy to be in the presence of his parents reunion.

This was going to be a pleasant reunion, cause God bless the friendly skies, Javier was definitely getting his wish after all.

#henry x amiyah #amiyah leon #henry cavill x amiyah leon #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill #meagan tandy #dog days #dog days prologue #henry cavill x oc

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Can you do them all for us. I know it's a lot to ask but it's just easier like this. Thank you

Ah shit, here we go again. To who though? This is the 2nd time I do this, so you could at least send me a message you know. At least I would know who wants to know 200 informations of me :’D

200: My crush’s name is: @xedalist199: I was born in: 2000198: I am really: in love197: My cellphone company is: Huawei196: My eye color is: green195: My shoe size is: EU 39194: My ring size is: I don’t know tbh, I never wear ring.193: My height is: 171 cm192: I am allergic to: I don’t have any allergies.191: My 1st car was: I can’t even drive. :’D190: My 1st job was: waitress189: Last book you read: Eastern by Martin Kay188: My bed is: Not so comfy.187: My pet: fish186: My best friend: @sangeki-x185: My favorite shampoo is: Syoss pure184: Xbox or ps3: pc183: Piggy banks are: useless182: In my pockets: I don’t have pockets right now. If i have, usually nothing.181: On my calendar: Nothing because my life is boring.180: Marriage is: not meant to make you happy179: Spongebob can: make Krabby Patty178: My mom: too loud177: The last three songs I bought were? I’ve never spent money on songs before.176: Last YouTube video watched: A hungarian streamer’s highlights video.175: How many cousins do you have? 3174: Do you have any siblings? Yes, a brother.173: Are your parents divorced? no172: Are you taller than your mom? yes171: Do you play an instrument? No but I would love to.170: What did you do yesterday? worked, played[ I Believe In ] 169: Love at first sight: yes168: Luck: yes167: Fate: yes166: Yourself: no165: Aliens: no164: Heaven: no163: Hell: no162: God: I just don’t care.161: Horoscopes: kinda160: Soul mates: yes159: Ghosts: yes158: Gay Marriage: yes157: War: no156: Orbs: yes155: Magic: no[ This or That ] 154: Hugs or Kisses: meh both >153: Drunk or High: drunk152: Phone or Online: both151: Red heads or Black haired: ahh booooth150: Blondes or Brunettes: both :’D149: Hot or cold: cold148: Summer or winter: winter147: Autumn or Spring: autumn146: Chocolate or vanilla: chocolate145: Night or Day: night144: Oranges or Apples: oranges143: Curly or Straight hair: on me, straight but both ftw142: McDonalds or Burger King: McDonalds141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: milk chocolate140: Mac or PC: pc139: Flip flops or high heals: flip flops138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: sweet and poor137: Coke or Pepsi: neither of them136: Hillary or Obama: Obama? :’D I’m not from the USA135: Burried or cremated: burried134: Singing or Dancing: singing133: Coach or Chanel: ugh never heard of Coach before :’D132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks: I don’t even know them :’D131: Small town or Big city: small town130: Wal-Mart or Target: -129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler: -128: Manicure or Pedicure: manicure127: East Coast or West Coast: East126: Your Birthday or Christmas: Christmas125: Chocolate or Flowers: chocolate124: Disney or Six Flags: Disney123: Yankees or Red Sox: -[ Here’s What I Think About ] 122: War: It’s pointless.121: George Bush: -120: Gay Marriage: Two people who love eachother decide to spend the rest of their lives together. It’s just normal marriage.119: The presidential election: -118: Abortion: -117: MySpace: -116: Reality TV: It can be funny af.115: Parents: My parents? You don’t want to know what i think about them.114: Back stabbers: They are disgusting.113: Ebay: Usually trash.112: Facebook: It’s okay.111: Work: It’s good, if you are working you can buy stuff you want.110: My Neighbors: I never see them so they are ok. :’D109: Gas Prices: TOO HIGH108: Designer Clothes: Having them is just showing off.107: College: It’s aight.106: Sports: I’m not interested in it.105: My family: lmao104: The future: If it’s with my bf, it’s perfect.[ Last time I ] 103: Hugged someone: I don’t even remember.102: Last time you ate: an hour ago101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: on monday100: Cried in front of someone: last week99: Went to a movie theater: months ago98: Took a vacation: 2 weeks ago97: Swam in a pool: years ago?96: Changed a diaper: in august ugh95: Got my nails done: a year ago maybe, I usually do it for myself94: Went to a wedding: few years ago93: Broke a bone: never92: Got a peircing: never91: Broke the law: years ago maybe90: Texted: 2 minutes ago[ MISC ] 89: Who makes you laugh the most: Me. I’m funny af.88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: nothing87: The last movie I saw: Gone Girl86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: Living with @xedalist85: The thing im not looking forward to: my exams lol84: People call me: Dorina83: The most difficult thing to do is: Living without @xedalist82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: nope81: My zodiac sign is: Aquarius80: The first person i talked to today was: mom79: First time you had a crush: When I was 10yo.78: The one person who i can’t hide things from: @xedalist77: Last time someone said something you were thinking: yesterday76: Right now I am talking to: @xedalist75: What are you going to do when you grow up: I will never grow up sry.74: I have/will get a job: I kinda already have.73: Tomorrow: I’ll play league and rest FINALLY.72: Today: I worked.71: Next Summer: Hopefully will live with @xedalist70: Next Weekend: I’ll do nothing as well yaaay.69: I have these pets: fishes68: The worst sound in the world: Cardi-B’s voice67: The person that makes me cry the most is: -66: People that make you happy: @xedalist , @sangeki-x , @dark-blind-love65: Last time I cried: yesterday64: My friends are: the best63: My computer is: fast af yay62: My School: ugh61: My Car: I don’t have car.60: I lose all respect for people who: are violent.59: The movie I cried at was: Kimi no na wa58: Your hair color is: light brown57: TV shows you watch: Dance moms lmao56: Favorite web site: :) Tumblr :)))55: Your dream vacation: As long as I’m with @xedalist, everything is like a dream.54: The worst pain I was ever in was: -53: How do you like your steak cooked: I don’t like steak.52: My room is: aight51: My favorite celebrity is: Melanie Martinez50: Where would you like to be: with @xedalist49: Do you want children: yes �� @xedalist48: Ever been in love: so in love rn47: Who’s your best friend: question 186 pls46: More guy friends or girl friends: I’m okay with both.45: One thing that makes you feel great is: music44: One person that you wish you could see right now: @xedalist43: Do you have a 5 year plan: kinda yes42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: no41: Have you pre-named your children: yeeees40: Last person I got mad at: mom39: I would like to move to: Canada38: I wish I was a professional: nail artist, yep[ My Favorites ] 37: Candy: I hate candy.36: Vehicle: car35: President: -34: State visited: -33: Cellphone provider: -32: Athlete: -31: Actor: -30: Actress: -29: Singer: Melanie Martinez28: Band: Mamamoo27: Clothing store: I don’t have a favorite.26: Grocery store: They are all kinda the same :’D25: TV show: Dance moooms24: Movie: K-1223: Website: still Tumblr:)22: Animal: cat21: Theme park: -20: Holiday: Christmas19: Sport to watch: -18: Sport to play: esport ftw17: Magazine: -16: Book: -15: Day of the week: Friday14: Beach: -13: Concert attended: -12: Thing to cook: cakes11: Food: everything hehe10: Restaurant: a hungarian one9: Radio station: I don’t listen to radio.8: Yankee candle scent: Never owned a Yankee candle before. Too expensive :’D7: Perfume: Avon Attraction6: Flower: hydrangea5: Color: blue, black4: Talk show host: -3: Comedian: -2: Dog breed: not a fan of dogs1: Did you answer all these truthfully ? yes

#ask

[greeneyesandsunshine28]

Things About Me

200: My crush’s name is: louise

199: I was born in: Pittsburgh, PA

198: I am really: stressed and anxious all the time

197: My cellphone company is: verizon

196: My eye color is: blue

195: My shoe size is: 7

194: My ring size is: no idea

193: My height is: 5'5"

192: I am allergic to: nothing

191: My 1st car was: ford edge

190: My 1st job was: a marketing assistant

189: Last book you read: a view from the bridge

188: My bed is: one of my favorite things in the world

187: My pet: don't have one

186: My best friend: i miss her

185: My favorite shampoo is: function of beauty

184: Xbox or ps3: don't care

183: Piggy banks are: cute when you're a kid

182: In my pockets: my phone and ID, ventra

181: On my calendar: hw assignments, finals and shows coming up

180: Marriage is: beautiful

179: Spongebob can: ?

178: My mom: love her more than anything

177: The last three songs I bought were? Home-edward sharpe and the magnetic zeros, i see fire-ed sheeran and so long lonesome-explosions in the sky

176: Last YouTube video watched: we haven't been doing too good...karin&skyler

175: How many cousins do you have? 17

174: Do you have any siblings? A younger brother

173: Are your parents divorced? No, my dad is deceased tho:(

172: Are you taller than your mom? Same height

171: Do you play an instrument? No I wish

170: What did you do yesterday? Went to classes and did homework

[ I Believe In ]

169: Love at first sight: no

168: Luck: yes

167: Fate: no

166: Yourself: no

165: Aliens: no

164: Heaven: yes

163: Hell: yes

162: God: sometimes

161: Horoscopes: no

160: Soul mates: yes

159: Ghosts: no

158: Gay Marriage: yes

157: War: yes

156: Orbs: no

155: Magic: no

[ This or That ]

154: Hugs or Kisses: hugs

153: Drunk or High: drunk

152: Phone or Online: phone

151: Red heads or Black haired: red heads

150: Blondes or Brunettes: blondes on girls, brunettes on guys

149: Hot or cold: hot

148: Summer or winter: summer

147: Autumn or Spring: spring

146: Chocolate or vanilla: vanilla

145: Night or Day: night

144: Oranges or Apples: apples

143: Curly or Straight hair: curly

142: McDonalds or Burger King: McDonalds

141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: white chocolate

140: Mac or PC: mac

139: Flip flops or high heals: flip floos

138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: sweet and poor

137: Coke or Pepsi: neither

136: Hillary or Obama: Obama

135: Burried or cremated: buried

134: Singing or Dancing: dancing

133: Coach or Chanel: Chanel

132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks: don't care

131: Small town or Big city: small town

130: Wal-Mart or Target: targey

129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler: Can't choose

128: Manicure or Pedicure: pedicure

127: East Coast or West Coast: east coast

126: Your Birthday or Christmas: Christmas

125: Chocolate or Flowers: flowers

124: Disney or Six Flags: disney

123: Yankees or Red Sox: don't care

[ Here’s What I Think About ]

122: War: ugly

121: George Bush: no opinion

120: Gay Marriage: completely accept it

119: The presidential election: rigged

118: Abortion: no comment

117: MySpace: nostalgia

116: Reality TV: is ok sometimes

115: Parents: caring

114: Back stabbers: two-faced

113: Ebay: cool

112: Facebook: addictive

111: Work: dumb

110: My Neighbors: very kind

109: Gas Prices: too high

108: Designer Clothes: ehh

107: College: scam

106: Sports: don't care for them

105: My family: love them

104: The future: scary

[ Last time I ]

103: Hugged someone: brooke at formal?

102: Last time you ate: 2 minutes ago

101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: my family a month ago

100: Cried in front of someone: probably mari jo

99: Went to a movie theater: months ago

98: Took a vacation: January

97: Swam in a pool: January

96: Changed a diaper: never

95: Got my nails done: at least 6 months ago

94: Went to a wedding: june 2018

93: Broke a bone: never

92: Got a peircing: 8th grade

91: Broke the law: 2 years ago

90: Texted: 10 hours ago

[ MISC ]

89: Who makes you laugh the most: ryan stiles, wayne Brady, colin mochrie, louis tomlinson

88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: my brother

87: The last movie I saw: a simple favor--so good

86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: summer

85: The thing im not looking forward to: finals

84: People call me: idk

83: The most difficult thing to do is: act like you're happy when you're not

82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: no

81: My zodiac sign is: leo

80: The first person i talked to today was: my roommate

79: First time you had a crush: 3rd grade

78: The one person who i can’t hide things from: my mom

77: Last time someone said something you were thinking: not sure

76: Right now I am talking to: no one

75: What are you going to do when you grow up: hopefully be a dance teacher

74: I have/will get a job: next year hopefully

73: Tomorrow: i get to go home!

72: Today: was ok

71: Next Summer: i hope i'll be happy

70: Next Weekend: i have 3 dance shows!

69: I have these pets: none

68: The worst sound in the world: nails on a chalkboard

67: The person that makes me cry the most is: not sure

66: People that make you happy: larry, summer mckeen, jess conte, lucy, my brother

65: Last time I cried: an hour ago

64: My friends are: awesome

63: My computer is: always on

62: My School: ok

61: My Car: cool

60: I lose all respect for people who: are rude/ignorant/selfless

59: The movie I cried at was: safe haven

58: Your hair color is: blonde

57: TV shows you watch: gilmore girls, single parents, one tree hill, gossip girl, chilling adventures of Sabrina, glee, the office, the list could go on

56: Favorite web site: tumblr

55: Your dream vacation: Santorini

54: The worst pain I was ever in was: either my first period cramps or any ear infection I've had

53: How do you like your steak cooked: i'm a vegetarian

52: My room is: very me

51: My favorite celebrity is: can't choose one-miley cyrus, ariana grande, louis tomlinson, harry styles, tarjei sandvok moe, dianna agron, kiernan shipka

50: Where would you like to be: santorini

49: Do you want children: yes

48: Ever been in love: no

47: Who’s your best friend: emily

46: More guy friends or girl friends: girl friends

45: One thing that makes you feel great is: people complementing me

44: One person that you wish you could see right now: my dad

43: Do you have a 5 year plan: no

42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: no

41: Have you pre-named your children: yes

40: Last person I got mad at: one of my professors

39: I would like to move to: somewhere on the east coast

38: I wish I was a professional: ballerina

[ My Favorites ]

37: Candy: nerds

36: Vehicle: idk

35: President: Obama

34: State visited: Arizona

33: Cellphone provider: sprint

32: Athlete: simone biles

31: Actor: tarjei sandvik moe

30: Actress: amanda bynes

29: Singer: ariana grande

28: Band: the 1975

27: Clothing store: target

26: Grocery store: kroger

25: TV show: one tree hill

24: Movie: the blind side

23: Website: tumblr or pinterest

22: Animal: cat

21: Theme park: not a huge fan

20: Holiday: Christmas

19: Sport to watch: gymnastics

18: Sport to play: volleyball

17: Magazine: cosmo

16: Book: the english roses

15: Day of the week: friday

14: Beach: any beach in FL

13: Concert attended: hannah montana/miley cyrus

12: Thing to cook: pasta

11: Food: pasta with vodka sauce

10: Restaurant: macaroni grill

9: Radio station: don't listen to the radio

8: Yankee candle scent: I honestly love them all

7: Perfume: don't have one

6: Flower: rose

5: Color: blue

4: Talk show host: james corden

3: Comedian: wayne brady

2: Dog breed: don't know

1: Did you answer all these truthfully? Yup

Copy/paste and repost!

#me #dancer #dance #glee #nicolekruszka #dianna agron #love #nicole #harry and louis #harry styles #louis tomlinson #ariana grande #miley #miley cyrus #chilling adventures of sabrina #the office #gossip girl #gilmore girls #one tree hill #tarjei sandvik moe

[melananin]

Get to know me pt. idk

200: My crush’s name is: brantdypoo 199: I was born in: us 198: I am really: quiet 197: My cellphone company is: tmoblie 196: My eye color is: brown 195: My shoe size is: 7ish 194: My ring size is: idk  193: My height is: 5′2 192: I am allergic to: eggs 191: My 1st car was: subaru  190: My 1st job was: working with kids  189: Last book you read:  a million little pieces 188: My bed is: medium 187: My pet: dog 186: My best friend: 3 people  185: My favorite shampoo is: the one from costco 184: Xbox or ps3: ps4 183: Piggy banks are: ok 182: In my pockets: nothing 181: On my calendar: days i work  and finals 180: Marriage is: whatever 179: Spongebob can: laugh 178: My mom: is cool 177: The last three songs I bought were?  movements 176: Last YouTube video watched: patd live at reading and leeds festival 175: How many cousins do you have? too many 174: Do you have any siblings? 1 173: Are your parents divorced? hA 172: Are you taller than your mom? no 171: Do you play an instrument? i can 170: What did you do yesterday? @ my bbb [ I Believe In ] 169: Love at first sight: idk 168: Luck: eh 167: Fate: ye 166: Yourself: no 165: Aliens: probably 164: Heaven: idk 163: Hell: idk 162: God: idk 161: Horoscopes: no 160: Soul mates: maybe 159: Ghosts: no 158: Gay Marriage: sure 157: War: no 156: Orbs: huh 155: Magic: no [ This or That ] 154: Hugs or Kisses: hugs 153: Drunk or High: drunk 152: Phone or Online: online 151: Red heads or Black haired: black 150: Blondes or Brunettes: brown 149: Hot or cold: hot 148: Summer or winter: sumemr 147: Autumn or Spring: spring 146: Chocolate or vanilla: vanilla 145: Night or Day: night 144: Oranges or Apples: orange 143: Curly or Straight hair: curly 142: McDonalds or Burger King: mcd 141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: milk 140: Mac or PC: mac 139: Flip flops or high heels: flioops 138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: sweet 137: Coke or Pepsi: coke 136: Hillary or Obama: obama 135: Burried or cremated: cremated 134: Singing or Dancing: dancing 133: Coach or Chanel: coach 132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks: who 131: Small town or Big city: big city 130: Wal-Mart or Target: target 129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler: ben 128: Manicure or Pedicure: hands 127: East Coast or West Coast: east 126: Your Birthday or Christmas: christmas 125: Chocolate or Flowers: chocolate 124: Disney or Six Flags: six flags 123: Yankees or Red Sox: who cares   [ Here’s What I Think About ] 122: War: it dumb 121: George Bush: which 120: Gay Marriage: it okay 119: The presidential election: ugh 118: Abortion: it okay 117: MySpace: idk 116: Reality TV: it whack 115: Parents: mine suck rn 114: Back stabbers: you dumb 113: Ebay: it okay 112: Facebook: it okay 111: Work: i complain a lot but its actualy good 110: My Neighbors: they okay  109: Gas Prices: they high now 108: Designer Clothes: eh 107: College: its alright 106: Sports: they alright 105: My family: broken rn 104: The future: im scared [ Last time I ] 103: Hugged someone: yesterday 102: Last time you ate: 30 min ago 101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: today 100: Cried in front of someone: a week ago 99: Went to a movie theater: almost two weeks ago 98: Took a vacation: two weeks ago 97: Swam in a pool: the winter 96: Changed a diaper: never 95: Got my nails done: looong time ago 94: Went to a wedding: friday before last 93: Broke a bone: never? 92: Got a peircing: when i was 2 months old 91: Broke the law: a few days ago 90: Texted: rn [ MISC ] 89: Who makes you laugh the most: my friends  88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: my dog and bed 87: The last movie I saw: it may have been la llorona 86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: school ending and going to nyc and doing stuff 85: The thing im not looking forward to: my dad moving out 84: People call me: nani 83: The most difficult thing to do is: ask 82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: no 81: My zodiac sign is: virgo 80: The first person i talked to today was: my grandpa 79: First time you had a crush: prob kindergarten or something 78: The one person who i can’t hide things from: certain person 77: Last time someone said something you were thinking: today 76: Right now I am talking to: bbb 75: What are you going to do when you grow up: i dont know 74: I have/will get a job:? 73: Tomorrow: i have a final 72: Today: i had a final 71: Next Summer: im going to ny 70: Next Weekend: idk what im doing 69: I have these pets: dog and fish 68: The worst sound in the world: screaming 67: The person that makes me cry the most is: idk 66: People that make you happy: my friends and fmaily kinda 65: Last time I cried: a bit ago idk 64: My friends are: cool 63: My computer is: nice 62: My School: alright 61: My Car: cute 60: I lose all respect for people who: believe dumb things 59: The movie I cried at was: i dont remmeber 58: Your hair color is: brown 57: TV shows you watch: non rn 56: Favorite web site: pornhub  55: Your dream vacation: all of europe  54: The worst pain I was ever in was: golf ball sized blister on my foot while having a shoe on it 53: How do you like your steak cooked: yes

52: My room is: messy

51: My favorite celebrity is: kaya 50: Where would you like to be: in a good place 49: Do you want children: porbably 48: Ever been in love: i think so 47: Who’s your best friend:  46: More guy friends or girl friends: 45: One thing that makes you feel great is: 44: One person that you wish you could see right now: bbb 43: Do you have a 5 year plan: no 42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: no 41: Have you pre-named your children: kinda 40: Last person I got mad at: dad 39: I would like to move to: washington 38: I wish I was a professional: [ My Favorites ] 37: Candy: reeses 36: Vehicle: subaru 35: President: obama 34: State visited: washingotn 33: Cellphone provider: idk 32: Athlete: uj 31: Actor: evan peters 30: Actress: kaya 29: Singer: sky 28: Band: movements 27: Clothing store: hm 26: Grocery store: king soopers 25: TV show: twd 24: Movie: not sure 23: Website:  22: Animal: fox 21: Theme park: universal florida 20: Holiday: 19: Sport to watch: 18: Sport to play: 17: Magazine: 16: Book: 15: Day of the week: 14: Beach: 13: Concert attended: 12: Thing to cook: 11: Food: 10: Restaurant: 9: Radio station: 8: Yankee candle scent: 7: Perfume: 6: Flower: 5: Color: 4: Talk show host: 3: Comedian: 2: Dog breed: 1: Did you answer all these truthfully? 

[lesbian-mimosa-ho]

I watched from the stairs, horrified, as my mother dragged my crying sister across the ground, opened the front door, threw her down, and yelled "GO LIVE WITH YOUR DAD YOU ARE NOT WELCOME HERE"

All the while I was screaming "hey stop STOP DON'T TOUCH HER"

My shaking crying sister on the cold ground, a butter knife beside her and I picture for a moment her buttering a piece of toast before being hurled out the door, not even having time to put the knife down

My mom: you don't understand! She called me a bitch! She was being disrespectful!

Me: So?! That doesn't mean you throw her, that is child abuse, what the fuck is wrong with you?!

My mom: well if you share her sentiment, you can go live with your dad too!

I tell my mom to get away over and over until I'm screaming it. I hold my crying sister and say "hey, hey it's okay. We're going to pack and then we're going to Dad's. Okay? Hey it's okay, I got you."

Packing, we're packing. "I don't want to live with Dad," she sobs.

I have no rebuttal to this. I don't want to live with my dad either.

Life with my parents is a never-ending game of picking the lesser of two evils. Who's being slightly less shitty today? Usually it's Mom.

My father is an alcohol and a drug addict who recovered when my parents divorced, married my terrible step mother, started drinking again, and resorted to taking out his drunken rage on her and anyone else who tried to stop him.

Drunk one night, he called me. "I almost killed her," he confessed. "I really thought I was going to kill her."

As my sister and I pack upstairs, my mother sits calmly at the kitchen table downstairs. The storm has passed. At least for now.

"Thank you for saying you'd never kick me out like Dad did," I say. My voice carries downstairs. "Thank you for all that unconditional love you're always talking about."

Driving, we're driving. My sister and I lay in her room, spending more time together than we have in years.

I haven't lived in this house in years.

Two and a half years ago, brainwashed by my step mom, my father kicked me out. I was crying, screaming at him, "you're my dad, you're my fucking dad you can't kick me out!" My sister cried too and together we left.

"When I got kicked out of Dad's you were the one who came to Mom's with me. And now you got kicked out of Mom's and I came to Dad's with you." I say it like it's funny. It's not. She laughs anyways.

My dad comes home. He is cold. Stern. He is not the same dad who made popcorn for movie nights when I was 14. He is not the same dad who answered the phone the night my first cat died and told me it would be okay.

He is the dad that told my mom I was being dramatic when she told him I was in the hospital for a suicide attempt. He is the dad who kicked me out.

He doesn't directly say that we are a burden to him, but he heavily implies it. We are not wanted here. My sister knows it too.

My dad tells me my cat has to go. My friends are not allowed to come over. I need to watch my sister tomorrow because he has plans.

I had a date planned today. With a girl I really like. I was supposed to be there at 4 o'clock but instead I was unpacking at my dad's house.

My friend told me that no matter how much I progress in my own life, I will never be able to live it the way I want to as long as my parents are still pulling the strings. He's right.

He skirts around the words until he finally, softly says, "your parents are abusive."

I have never thought of them that way. But the shoe fits.

Maybe it took me so long to get away from my abusive ex girlfriend because I don't know any better. For me, the line between abuse and love is blurred.

I am the oldest of five girls. I am 21. The youngest is 10. The one who got dragged across the floor is 14. The other two are 17 and 19.

I am the oldest and I have yet to escape. I sometimes daydream about adopting my sisters and giving them everything I have.

I don't know why I wrote this except that I am in an immense amount of emotional pain. I'm worried about my sisters. I miss my cat. And I don't feel loved.

I don't feel loved.

#personal #mine #tw #tw abuse #tw abusive family #tw abusive parents #tw suicide #cw #tw domestiv violence #tw death mention

[littleredroseonthevalley]

An Opera on Separation - Chapter 12

Prologue | Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6 | Ch. 7 | Ch. 8 | Ch. 9 | Ch. 10 | Ch. 11 | CH. 12 | Ch. 13 | Ch. 14 | Ch. 15 | Ch. 16 | Ch. 17 | Ch. 18 |

Summary: Zig and Emily have an awkward conversation at a corner Starbucks, while Queenie prays on Nathan’s insecurities.

Rating: T - Content not suitable for children.  Suitable for teens, 13 years and older, with minor suggestive adult themes.

Words: 1287

Notes: Y’all know the gist, Lady Gaga song, read, review, whatever. Alors to the important matters: I am considering writing a sequel for  Wildest Dreams, and I’d like some imput. And readers, preferrably.

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Alejandro

Zig and Emily sat at a Starbucks a block away from the apartment building. She stared at him, while he focused on his cup of coffee.

The Latino man had dropped by unannounced at the Sterling residence, looking for her. He had said they had to talk, but there would be no room devoid of prying ears at the upscale apartment, so Emily complied to a walk.

The elevator ride seventeen floors down and the walk over to the coffeeshop were done in complete silence. Once there, Zig had broken his quietness to ask her what she would like and to order an espresso and a hot cocoa. Afterwards, he reverted to the silence, as they picked up their beverages and sat at a corner table.

Finally, she tired of the icy demeanor and says: “Zig, please…”

She was cut off by him. “Why, Emily, why?”

“Why what?” She asks.

The black, thick eyebrows frown pronouncedly. “You know what. Why have you dropped everything here in New York for Nathan, of all people?” He breathes out, tired. “Do you want to get back together with him?”

“God, no!” The redhead shouts, as the mere idea disgusted her. “He served me a divorce over the phone, Zig! That’s a pretty low point for someone to come back from.”

While the phrase was relieving, the tone set the man off. “Then why, Emily?! Why run back to your douche of an ex-husband the minute he has a boo-boo?!”

“Because he needed me to.” She responds, with a low and calm voice. “He didn’t kidnap me and forced me to marry him, you know? I got into that willingly, and while it didn’t work out at the end, I still have the obligation to help him if he truly needs it. Even if out of respect for the years of our marriage.”

The pair of hazel eyes bore through hers, angry and incredulous. “I don’t believe it, Emily. It’s Nathan, for crying out loud! He cheated on you repeatedly, remember?

“Even if he hadn’t, he’s an awful person. You even know what he’s being accused of? Not to mention that Alpha Theta Mu scandal all those years ago. You owe him nothing!”

“That doesn’t matter, Zig.” The woman argues.

“Yes, it does!” He counters, almost childishly.

“People are horrible, Zig.” She looks at him pointedly. “James is a pretentious ass. Chris and Becca stopped talking to me after I divorced Nathan, because the Sterlings are big donors to his campaign. Kaitlyn doesn’t even want to hear anyone’s name, lest of all she remembers she was once a starving college student.

“And, yet, if any of them needed my help, I would help them. What people do, to you or to others, doesn’t erase the bonds you have with them. It doesn’t erase the good moments you had with them. And it doesn’t erase your obligations with them.

“Yes, Nathan was a dick to me. Yes, he could be guilty of the greatest fund embezzlement on the history of North America. Yes, if the roles were on reverse he certainly would not help me. But he was once my husband, and that commands me to support him through a difficult time in his life.”

“And he doesn’t have anyone else he could mooch off?” The brunet asks, petulant.

“Oh, believe me, I tried.” The woman laughs, humorlessly. “Neither of his parents could be bothered. I won’t even mention the rest of his extended family. And his girlfriend mugged him and skipped town.”

This tidbit of information made Zig sadistically satisfied. As much as he was bothered about him latching on his girlfriend, at least he was a maggot devoid of human connections and knew it.

That did not keep him from pressing on. “Regardless, Emily, you owe him nothing. Except perhaps contempt.”

“Look, Zig, I probably won’t ever be able to make you comprehend where I stand about this whole situation.” The woman raised to her feet and left a ten-dollar bill on the table for her unfinished cocoa. “I’m not asking you to understand, I’m not even asking you to accept it. I won’t begrudge you if you want to break up with me over this, but the truth is that I still want to be your girlfriend.”

With that, she turns around and leaves the coffee shop.

Queenie was at the common bathroom between her ‘ratty guest room’ and Nathan’s, putting on jewelry and giving a finish polish to her make-up.

“Ale-Ale-Alejandro, Ale-Ale-Alejandro.” She sung while opening her eyes wide to put on the mascara. “You know that I love you, boy/Hot like Mexico, rejoice/At this point I've gotta choose/Nothing to lose. Woo!”

A person stood by the door, clearing their throat. “Where’s Emily? We have to finish cleaning my closet, and then we have to set up her room.”

“Don’t worry about that.” She responds. “I’ve already been through your mother’s stuff and sorted them.”

“Between what you’re stealing and what you’re burning?” Nathan says, unamused.

“Exactly.” She giggled, happy with the results.

He rolled his eyes. “Where’s your daughter, Soraya?”

“She’s out with her boyfriend.” The woman responded, dismissive.

“Emily has a boyfriend?” Nathan asks, surprised with the titbit of information.

Queenie laughs derisively. “Yes, Zigmund Ortega. You’ve been introduced before, I’m certain. Tall, dark, handsome? Brooding Latino bad boy? Honour roll at Hartfeld?”

“Yes, I remember him.” The blond responds with his teeth clenched. “But I also remember that Emily hasn’t seen him since our marriage.”

“Yeah, he’s a teacher at Emily’s school. A volunteer, at it! Such a coincidence, right? It’s a small world indeed, after all.” The woman puts on an earring to finish off her preparation.

“Volunteer? What does he do for a living?” He inquires, trying to coax some information out of his former mother-in-law.

“Don’t tell me you think you’re the only rich guy me and Emily know.” The matriarch smirks. “He’s co-owner of a tech company and is a highly-sough after programmer and mathematician.”

“What? Zig?” The man scoffs. “Don’t take me as a fool, Soraya.”

“Believe what you want, Wonder Bread.” She responded, pushing him out of the way and walking over to the living room. “I’m off to bingo. Mama’s feeling lucky tonight! Toodle-hoo!”

It was shortly before midnight when Emily finally crossed into the apartment threshold. All she wanted was get to a bed and cry her eyes out.

Not one to get what she wants, though, she encounters Nathan, lounging in an armchair at the living room.

“Hey.” He greets, looking up from his book.

“Hey, Nathan.” She manages a weak, polite smile. “My mom’s sleeping?”

“No, she said she was going out to bingo.” He informed her of the older woman’s whereabouts.

It was enough to elicit a groan out of Emily. “Not this again. I don’t have the strength to deal with her tonight. If the police calls, I’m not home, okay?”

“Sure.” He nods, laughing softly. “I’m guessing your talk with Zig did not end the way you wanted to.” The blond said, appraising the woman carefully.

“No.” She shook her head. “I don’t even know how I wanted it to end, really.”

“You want to talk about it?” The man offered.

The redhead shook her head once again. “Not really. I’d prefer to go to bed now if you don’t mind. I’m too tired and I have classes tomorrow morning.”

“Of course.” Nathan agrees, sporting a comforting smile. “Queenie switched the linens on the bed, so it should be fine for sleeping. If you need anything, there’s extra covers on the closet.”

The redhead sighed, relieved. “Thank you, Nathan. Good night.”

“‘Night.” He responds, and the woman walks over to her bedroom.

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[fifi-uchiha]

He Wasn’t There (4/?)

https://fifi-uchiha.tumblr.com/post/170697283709/he-wasnt-there-3 (part 3) .........................................................................

“I know you are pretty injured but I will still tell you one thing about Sakura, Sasuke.” The Uchiha swallowed, sweat was dripping from his throat for right know… he had the feeling that Kakashi was going to say something that would wreck his world. . . . “Your wife no longer wants to be with you.” To say he was totally shocked would be a ridiculous understatement. More so, the black haired Uchiha widened his dark eyes in total disbelief, his mouth half parted and his brows raised in shock. Even though Uchiha Sasuke was probably the strongest shinobi in the world, right know he looked like a lost, innocent child who was painfully punched by reality. Horrible, horrible reality. Kakashi, however, looked at him with unforgiving, hard eyes, his posture showed no softness or anything else for that matter. No, the silver haired jonin was more than stern at the moment. He didn’t even think about making this easy for his former student. Sasuke didn’t know how long it took, but after several minutes, he felt like he could breathe again. With a face which was kind of void but still somewhat totally shocked -it was difficult to explain, really- the shinobi blinked, looking at his sensei with questioning eyes. “Where is she?”, his low voice asked filled with unspoken emotion. “What happened? Where are my wife and my daughter, Kakashi?” Impatiens and anger formed a dangerous mixture, something Sasuke hadn’t felt for too many years now for it was always peace and joy he was greeted with when he was with his family. But now… his heart was getting heavier with each passing second and to his dismay, it started to hurt. The jonin was a little startled, blinking in confusion when Sasuke talked like that. He didn’t act cold as he’d expect after he seemed to have ignored Naruto’s letter nor did he show anything else that would lead to the assumption that he’d know about Sakura’s situation. No… The Uchiha looked like he had no idea what was going on right now. “Didn’t you receive Naruto’s message?”, he asked suspiciously, his eyes slightly narrowed. “What message?”, Sasuke asked, his impatiens was laying thin. “Kakashi, what the hell is going on here? What happened during my absence, where is my family?” His last words were heavy with emotion even though his face wasn’t telling or showing much. “I found the source and finally completed my mission. The world is save and now I’m finally back. So please tell me where Sakura and Sarada are so I can go see them..!” It was hard to keep his composure and Sasuke clenched his hands into fists to calm down. “And what do you mean Sakura doesn’t want to be my wife anymore?” This was ridiculous. She loved him with every cell, with every ounce of her very being, so why should his pink haired comrade suddenly want a divorce? Sure, Sasuke was by far not a perfect man. He made mistakes that were unforgivable, he became a traitor, he hurt her horribly… But Sakura had long forgiven him and made him understand that her love was unconditionally. If there is one thing in this world Sasuke knew for sure then it was that Uchiha Sakura loved him with all of her heart. When they were genin, when they were enemies and when he came back- She would always love him, she would never leave him. Sakura had promised him so. She promised to always be with him so many times… That’s why this had to be a bad, idiotic joke. “You really have no idea, do you?”, Kakashi finally understood when his look became more understanding… softer even. End even if Sasuke held a deep connection with his sensei, he felt a strange impulse of… angst. Angst, frustration, impatiens and… anger. “Where is she, Kakashi?”, he demanded, his voice loud with demand and his fear grew even more when his silver haired sensei closed his eyes. “I am in no position to tell you. As I said, Sakura does not want to be with you any longer.” Sasuke’s eyes twitched and his jaw hardened, his fury almost awakened his dou-jutsu. “Kakashi, this is ridiculous. Tell me where my family is so I can see my daughter and talk to my wife!” His thoughts were filled with images from Sakura. What the hell happened? Why did she move out? Why didn’t she want to be with him? Had she finally given up on him after so long? “I will let Sakura know you’re here. I don’t think it would be a problem if you saw Sarada today for she… she’ll want to ask you one or two things.” “But… Kakashi-” “Sasuke, I know that you really seem… innocent. I know you didn’t make a mistake.” It appeared that he never got those messages and thus he… didn’t know about Sakura. “But I really can’t tell you. It’s not my job to do so and I promised her to keep my mouth shut. Your wife went through something indescribably traumatizing and I am not going to betray her and throw her trust in me away just so you can see her a few days earlier.”, he deadpanned, sounding determined as ever. Sasuke’s heart was beating like crazy, the forceful beating almost broke his ribs. Just… what happened to Sakura?! Was she sick? Did she lose too many patients? Did she lose her healing abilities? Had something happened to Sarada? Did her parents die?! Just what could happen to the most powerful woman in the world, dammit?! “Now, if you’ll excuse me. I really need to go.”, the jonin said, sounding calm but loaded. “You should go to Naruto. He’ll help you with Sarada. I’m sure you won’t have problems to see her today, Sasuke.” No more words were spoken when the sixth hokage suddenly disappeared, leaving the black haired Uchiha back who was, after so many years… completely lost. “Sakura...” He wasted no time and turned around, making sure to walk as fast as possible to see Naruto, knowing that his idiotic best friend would be able to help him understand everything… . . . “You have got to be kidding me, dattebayo...” To say that Naruto was surprised would be one hell of an understatement. Naruto just left his office and without even noticing his chakra, Sasuke appeared right in front of him, his eyes demanding and full of unspoken questions. “What the fuck..?”, the seventh hokage muttered under shock, his blue eyes wide in surprise. “Are… Are you real or have I gone totally insane now?” “Hn. You’re not more insane than last time I saw you, usuratonkachi.” Immediately, Naruto’s face fell, the look in his eyes were more than annoyed. “Oh yeah. It really is you, dattebayo.”, Naruto muttered. “And what the hell teme, you’re injured! Come on, you need a medic-” “Where is Sakura, Naruto.”, Sasuke just interrupted, not caring about his injuries at all. “Where is she? And Sarada, why aren’t my wife and my daughter at home?” Due to the fact that his best friend kind of sounded harsh and demanding, the hokage assumed that Sasuke already talked to Kakashi Sensei about the fact that his family does no longer live in their house. Great. How the hell was he gonna explain to him that Sakura left him without mentioning the actual reason? Sakura-chan asked him not to tell anybody -not even Sasuke- about her horrible fight and the blonde shinobi promised her to keep his mouth shut about it. Yeah. But in the same time, Sasuke would rip his head off for not telling him. Gosh, having his two best friends married really was a pain in the ass sometimes, dattebayo! “Something happened, Sasuke. And I’m afraid I can’t tell you everything, but...” Sasukes eyes twitched, however, he waited for his friend to finish his sentence. “Sakura-chan needed you. A few weeks ago, she suffered from one certain… incident and she needed you more than anyone or anything else. But you weren’t there.” Sasuke’s heart was pounding in his ears for Kakashi also mentioned something horrible that his wife had to go through. But what?! What the fucking hell happened?! “Naruto, tell me what was going on while I was gone.”, the Uchiha barked almost too harshly. “You know I can’t break my promise. This is Sakura-chan’s personal secret and If she doesn’t want anyone to find out, I’m gonna respect her decision, dattebayo.” “She is. My wife.”, Sasuke stressed through gritted teeth. “I have the right to know, Naruto. And I’m starting to freak out because-” “Don’t you give me that crap, Sasuke! I sent you… like… a gojillion messages and I never got a fucking answer from you! So cut the crap and-” “WHAT messages?!”, Sasuke finally snapped. “Kakashi told me about it and I can only repeat myself. I did NOT receive one single letter. Not one. I just finished the mission and came home only to find out that neither my wife nor my daughter were waiting for me to come back for fucking good!” It hurt the Uchiha deeply. Sarada and Sakura were his family and knowing that they’d always wait for him to return made him feel that incredible, indescribable joy he felt when he was a child. Their safety and their love pushed him and gave him almost too much hope, really. And now… his whole life seemed to slowly fall apart. “Where are they, Naruto? I have to see them right now, I have to know what happened to Sakura.” “I’m sorry. But you need to wait until tomorrow, then I’ll ask Sakura-chan if she’s ready to face you.” Something about those words made his insides burn with hot fury for Sakura never needed to be ‘asked’ if she wanted to see him. In love or not, their relationship had always been uncomplicated and straight forward in that aspect and his wife never needed time to think about meeting him. Sakura had always been spontaneous and there was never a time where she wouldn’t want to see him, especially not after they’ve married. “Papa..?” Both, Naruto and Sasuke were so engrossed with their conversation that the most powerful shinobi hadn’t noticed the presence of a 14 year old, black haired girl with shoulder-length hair and midnight black eyes which were sparkling darkly behind her red glasses. For a moment, Sasuke thought his heart stopped. Seeing his beloved daughter after two long years, he couldn’t help the yearning, the desire to finally be with his family and actually be a father to Sarada. She grew a few inches, he immediately noticed. Her big, back eyes resembled Sakura’s even more and her hair already reached her shoulders. Of course, red was still her favorite color for she wore a blood red, high collared neck-holder with tight leggings that barely reached her knee. She looked beautiful. His daughter may had dark hair and eyes like him, but her insane beauty was a gift she got from her annoying mother and Sasuke… Couldn’t help but almost feel weak. He missed her. He missed his daughter so much. “Sarada..?” Unlike their first encounter three years ago, Sarada looked at him with strong, almost unforgiving eyes. She showed no tears, no fear or… joy whatsoever. This time it was the older Uchiha who felt literal anxiety even though he hardly showed it. This time… Sasuke was the one who barely could his flickering sharingan under control because yes, he loved his family  more than everything in this godforsaken world. “What are you doing here?” Her soft voice was calm but Sasuke, who slightly widened his eyes, could hear the light tremble in her words. Sure, Sarada didn’t want to show him any emotion because dammit, she had never been so angry, so… disappointed. Never in her life would Sarada have guessed that it would come to a situation like this. “I’m home, Sarada.”, Sasuke simply said, making one step, however, the Uchiha didn’t push her or immediately hugged her, knowing that she would burst if he did that. He acted calmly, closing the distance very slowly so Sarada wouldn’t notice and immediately run away. To think that this girl actually hugs him like crazy after his missions… It was almost unreal to Sasuke. “I can see that.”, his daughter spat harshly, not sounding pleased or happy at all. “Why? Why now?” Her demand was harsh and again, unforgiving and Sasuke wondered again… What the goddamned hell happened while he was gone?! “My mission is over.”, he simply answered, making another step towards her much smaller form, his black eyes fixating her calmly. “So that’s it, huh? That’s why you’re back?”, Sarada asked bitterly, sounding even more disappointed. “So my mother really wasn’t enough for you to return.” “Sarada-” “Because that’s how it always works, right?”, she just continued without giving her father the time to explain. Why did she inherit all his negative trades, for god’s sake? “You left when I was five and since then… Mama lives like a single mother. I know we settled things three years ago and I actually understood you because I would do the same. I would leave Mama and you forever if it means I could protect you.” Something in him rotated and the Uchiha swallowed thickly as he watched his calm but infuriated daughter throwing him a dirty, almost disgusted look. “But I would never forget what’s most important, Papa. I would return to you in a heartbeat if someone told me that you’re hurt. I… would never cut my ties to handle a mission, I would never detach myself from the people who love mé. Because that’s what it means to love.” Her eyes became even more bitter, sadder and absolutely shattered. “That’s what means to be a family!” It was the way her father looked at her that somehow reduced her fury a little. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t look angry, he didn’t really do much but look at her with his probing, calm eyes, managing to… get through her. That was always something only her father could do. Looking at her and calming her down even if she was boiling with fury… And when Sasuke saw tears threatening her eyes, he simple raised his lone hand and stood right where he was, knowing exactly that she was incredibly sad and broken. Too many emotions were swimming in Sarada’s eyes who forced herself to stay where she was, to not show any weakness to her father. She looked like she was refusing him, standing there for three seconds… But as Sasuke predicted, she lost and broke her invisible wall. Sarada ran into his arms and clawed his shirt, hugging him with burning tears leaving her eyes as Sasuke put his hand around her tiny form and simply embraced her. It appears that, no matter how angry and how disappointed she was at him… Sarada was still his daughter and she missed her dad so much over the past two years and right now where he suddenly came back, she remembered that. She remembered how much she actually missed, how much she needed him. Sasuke looked absolutely shattered when the 14 year old started sobbing, quietly crying in her fathers arms who just held her without saying anything. Watching father and daughter finally reunited, a small smile touched Naruto’s lips who was more than relieved that Sarada wasn’t as cold towards her dad as she actually wanted to be because not only was she his daughter, the young girl was still a child. A child who missed her father terribly and felt deep relief seeing him again after such a long time. “I missed you.”, Sasuke calmly admitted, running his fingers through his daughters soft hair. “Very much, Sarada.” “And we missed you!”, she shouted in his embrace, sounding almost accusing. “But why didn’t you return, Papa?!”, the crying girl demanded, refusing to look him in the eye. It was so painfully obvious that Sarada was truly a mixture between her parents, really. “Do you know how terrible Mama feels?! After her fight with that guy… she was devastated and she still IS! And you just didn’t come back! She is your wife, Papa, so why didn’t you forget that stupid mission and came back when Uncle Naruto sent you all those messages?!” His hand touched her shoulder and Sasuke pushed her a little back so he could look at her straight in the eye, the look in his orbs full of honesty and assurance. “Had I known that someone threatened any of you, I would’ve come in a heartbeat.”, he declared with a soft but strong voice, the anger in his heart was hot and huge. Just what happened to Sakura, he couldn’t even begin to understand. Who the hell dared hurting her, who in the would could be that fucking strong?! “I didn’t receive a letter. Not one. I would never stay away if I knew that your mother wwas in danger nor will that person who hurt her live long enough to regret whatever he did.” Something dark and violent shook in his deep, soft voice which Naruto knew too well. “Where is she, Sarada? I need to talk to your mother and-” “Mama… doesn’t want me to tell anyone where we live.”, the Uchiha replied sadly. “She said that everyone she trusts could know… and when I asked about you, she asked me to not involve you until she’s ready, Papa. I’m sorry, but...” Sasuke felt a burning pang in his chest because right now, he finally understood that Sakura officially didn’t want to have anything to do with him anymore. She really didn’t want him to know where she was and the black haired Uchiha felt so unbelievably disappointed in himself… As if he’d lost the most important fight in his life. As if he just lost one part of himself, really… “She knows you’re back. Mama sent me, she wanted us to spend time together.” It appeared that his wife wanted her daughter and husband -yes, he still considered himself as her husband, of course- to be together even if she was somewhat angry at him. But Sasuke wouldn’t expect anything different from her. Sakura Uchiha was not the type of woman who would want her child to chose a side, the beautiful medic always wanted for Sarada to have both, mother and father in her life. “You two should just spend a little time together. I’m sure Sakura-chan will be ready to face you soon but pushing her won’t do any good, dattebayo.” Sasuke’s whole body was burning, he just wanted to refuse and look for Sakura. Whatever happened obviously changed her and Sasuke had the urge to go to her so he could ask how that fucking bastard hurt her, what actually changed her so much. The only person she trusted with all of her heart was himself. Sure, she trusted Naruto, Kakashi and Ino, too but she hated showing weakness, she hated crying and after their mirage, she showed how much she trusted him. Sasuke didn’t want her to be alone and instead wanted her to trust him like she always did. She was not the type to deal with a problem all by herself, his wife was that kind of woman who needed her husband during those times. But he couldn’t force her. If he liked it or not, Sasuke didn’t have a choice but accepting Sakura’s decision and finally closed his eyes, nodding understandingly. “So be it then.”, he finally gave in. “I will give her three days, Naruto. Three days. She will face me or I will look for her, Naruto.” His orbs were promising, serious, almost threatening. “And I will find her.”, he swore darkly, his fear about Sakura’s wellbeing took the better of him. “Tell her I said that, Naruto.” For Sarada’s sake, Sasuke kept still afterwards for Naruto had an idea what he was gonna say. The hokage nodded and just watched father and daughter leave his office and even if the situation right now was damn horrible… Naruto was happy that Sasuke was finally back for good. And Sarada -even if she had been so angry and disappointed in him- was relieved about the fact that her papa didn’t come back because he did not receive the letters. He would’ve come back immediately, had he known about her mothers last fight. Sasuke Uchiha would murder the one in cold blood after he’d find out what happened to his wife. And Naruto wondered… How the hell it was possible that none of his messages reached the Uchiha for something like that had never happened before..? . . . ..............…..............................….………...…......…...…….. ....….….….….…..…....….…....…..….....….....…..….……………. Soooo, I guess the story is almost over. Like I said, I am a SasuSaku fan and I would never make Sasuke treating Sakura like shit for I’m trying to not make them OOC as much as possible lol I mean, come on. Sasuke would murder everyone who dared touching her in the wrong way. Okay, I don’t want to talk too much :D I hope you liked it and I want to thank you for your kind reviews ^,^ with love fifi-uchiha part 5: https://fifi-uchiha.tumblr.com/post/171810771719/he-wasnt-there-5

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[likechild]

35 questions

1. Given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you want as a dinner guest?

Bjork 

2. Would you like to be famous? In what way?

I’d like to be cult famous as a mixed-media artist and get to collaborate with my favorite artists on their projects as well as my own. 

3. Before making a telephone call, do you ever rehearse what you are going to say? Why?

Maybe for an interview, but not usually. 

4. What would constitute a “perfect” day for you?

Waking up to kisses and cuddles. Going for a long drive somewhere pretty stopping all along the way. Playing in sunshine and water. Falling asleep with someone who loves me. 

5. When did you last sing to yourself? To someone else?

To myself, daily. To someone else, so long ago.

6. If you were able to live to the age of 90 and retain either the mind or body of a 30-year-old for the last 60 years of your life, which would you want?

Body. I don’t think the mind significantly declines after 30? If anything you get wiser after 30.

7. Do you have a secret hunch about how you will die?

I think I will die at 88 years old and I always imagined it would happen pretty peacefully and that I would accept it beforehand.

8. Name three things you and your partner appear to have in common.

I’m recently single. And it hard for me to realize this question is not about them anymore.

9. For what in your life do you feel most grateful?

My best friends. My bedroom. Sunshine. The ocean. Animals. Trees. Queer community. The arts. Hope.

10. If you could change anything about the way you were raised, what would it be?

My family would have been kinder, more sensitive, and more supportive.

11.  Tell your life story.

Um this is a lot so I’ll go with the very basics. I was born in San Jose, CA on June 11, 1993. I lived in a house with my four half-siblings and two parents. My parents were in an abusive relationship and divorced when I was five. Since my half-siblings were not related by blood two went to live with each parent and I travelled back and forth between the two. I was afraid of my father my entire life and my mother was emotionally distant. I don’t feel I know either of them now or that they know me. I had a lot of support from friends, other families, teachers, etc. I was quite spiritual and optimistic, but I do remember the feeling of losing hope when it came to family. I moved to San Francisco in 2011 to go to college. It was a difficult adjustment, but ultimately I fit in well with city life. I met many life-long best friends in high school and early college and I am deeply grateful to them. I have not had a lot of luck with romantic love. Or in my career. I have had a lot of opportunities to travel, party, enjoy the arts, meet lots of interesting people. I have trouble validating myself, but I am ready to become the most empowered version of myself. I’ve had a few run-ins with love, i’m just now getting out of my first relationship and it was full of tenderness, affection, heart-ache and insecurity. I hope dearly the next time I love I feel safer.

12. If you could wake up tomorrow having gained any one quality or ability, what would it be?

To speak many languages. Or just a general sense of confidence / direction.

13. If a crystal ball could tell you the truth about yourself, your life, the future or anything else, what would you want to know?

I’d want to know the good things. And maybe how to prepare better for the bad things. Like little tips about the future.

14. Is there something that you’ve dreamed of doing for a long time? Why haven’t you done it?

I think I need to reconnect with my dreams. I may have convinced myself they were out of reach and not to dream them anymore.

15. What is the greatest accomplishment of your life?

Traveling internationally. I dreamed of it as a child and it’s something I didn’t know if I would ever be able to do. 

16. What do you value most in a friendship?

Stability and intimacy. My friends are my family and I need to know that they feel the same. 

17. What is your most treasured memory?

Driving down the coast with Whitney holding hands with the windows rolled down. Laying in a hammock drinking liquor and opening up our hearts to each other. Watching him set up camp in the middle of the night in a beanie smoking a cigarette. When I was his only girlfriend and I felt secure. 

18. What is your most terrible memory?

When Whitney told me he fell in love with someone else. When I spent months trying to be someone I couldn’t be for him. When he broke my heart on the first day of a state mandated self-quarantine at a time I was already feeling scared, lonely, anxious, and in need of a lover and a friend.

19. If you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living? Why?

I would move in with Anna, spend all my money on traveling, seeing friends, participating in the arts. Make a small clothing line and buy a harp. Swim more. Try to fall in love.

20. What does friendship mean to you?

Supporting and encouraging each other to find our best self. Finding joy in the mundane together. Taking risks together and trusting in the importance of change and adventure. 

21. What roles do love and affection play in your life?

They mean so much to me and when I allow myself to develop it with someone it comes very naturally to me. Unfortunately I am often to afraid to allow someone that close.

22.  Share 5 positive characteristics of yourself.

1. My intentions are always pure. 2. I can almost always see the silver lining in things. 3. I don’t judge people for their past or for their differences from myself. 4. I constantly strive to be better. 5. I still believe in love.

23. How close and warm is your family? Do you feel your childhood was happier than most other people’s?

Not so close, not so warm. I don’t remember a lot of my early childhood now.

24. How do you feel about your relationship with your mother?

It’s distant and I don’t think it’s very fixable. I’ve always felt she never tried to know me as a complex and sentient human being. I wonder how she sees our relationship.

25. Make three true I statements.

I am listening to french pop. I am in bed. I am doing my best.

26. Complete this sentence: “I wish I had someone with whom I could share... “

..,my life with, build a home with, feel safe with, share love with.

27. If you were going to become a close friend with a partner, please share what would be important for him or her to know.

Friendships last a lifetime for me. Once I let someone into my heart they never leave it. Even when we don’t speak or see each other anymore. Please commit to being gentle with my heart. Please commit to helping me heal from you if you decide to leave. 

28. What did you like about your last partner?

I liked how tender they were. How they wrote me poems, played me music, wrote me letters, and made me little radio shows. How often they professed their deep love and admiration for me. How passionate they were about my mind and my body. How he read me to sleep and took joy in giving me joy. How we would go on adventures to nowhere together. How we were happy no matter where we were as long as we were together.

29. What is an embarrassing moment in your life?

Im embarrassed anytime I am unhappy and unsure of myself.

30. When did you last cry in front of another person? By yourself?

I’ve cried a lot lately. In front of people and by myself.

31. What, if anything, is too serious to be joked about?

I mean know your audience. 

32. If you were to die this evening with no opportunity to communicate with anyone, what would you most regret not having told someone? Why haven’t you told them yet?

I would want Whitney to know I love him, but he doesn’t want to hear from me. And he already knows I do.

33. Your house, containing everything you own, catches fire. After saving your loved ones and pets, you have time to safely make a final dash to save any one item. What would it be? Why?

A box of photos and love letters I’ve collected.

34. Of all the people in your family, whose death would you find most disturbing? Why?

My mom. Because I do love her and she means well and neither of us knew how to bridge our distance.

35. Share a personal problem.

I think I need professional help in sorting out my childhood, insecurities, anxieties, and view of relationships. But it seems so difficult to obtain any help, let alone the kind of help that might actually make a difference. I try to manage everything on my own, and I fear this will only lead me in circles.

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Revenge, Interrupted (Part 17)

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"I hate seeing you so worried, sweetie."

Caroline looked up at her mom from the couch she was curled up on, her laptop balanced precariously on her lap next to a bowl of fruit.

"I am hoping for the best.” She said pointedly.

"Are you researching cancer again?"

She bit her lip and sighed, knowing her mom would understand without words being necessary.

"It could still be nothing." Liz tried to comfort her daughter.

Caroline nodded. "And there are still options. We are going to fix this."

Her mom smiled and went into the kitchen when she got a call, leaving Caroline alone in the room. She felt better now that she'd eaten, cried as much as she could, and slept. 

She had spoken to the doctors. There was a certain comfort that came with  being in her hometown and sleeping in her old room and eating at the Grill, and she was grateful for that. She knew she could pick up the phone and call Elena or Bonnie back in the city, or any of her college friends, or ask one of her childhood friends to come over, but she didn't feel like it. Hell, she could even call Stefan if she wanted. But for once she didn’t feel like talking to anyone.

A few minutes later, the doorbell rang and her dads walked in with takeout from their favourite Chinese restaurant.

"Oh, yum!" Liz exclaimed.

Caroline was okay with the forced cheer. Her parents were trying to pretend like it was all going to be okay for her sake, and she actually believed that, so she was fine going along with it. They’d finally gotten their act together a couple of years ago and become a perfectly functional family, so she wasn’t about to start complaining.

Her parents started talking in hushed voices and Caroline didn't even bother trying to listen in and went back to reading.

"Don't overwhelm yourself with all the information out there," Steven suggested.

She pursed her lips. "I know Elena's parents told me everything I wanted to know but we need to be prepared."

"And we are. We'll know tomorrow."

"It's late. We should all get some rest." Bill announced.

Caroline sighed and dragged herself to her room and collapsed on her bed. It's not like there was anything else she could do, anyway.

~*~

Caroline was up at the crack of dawn, cleaning the house to get her mind off the anxiety.

She made breakfast for her mom and carried it to her room on a tray. "Good morning! I made you your favourite" she announced.

Liz sat up sleepily and smiled. "Smells great, honey. But you don't have to do this. I know how worried you are, I wish you'd just talk to me."

Caroline sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, struggling with the words. She wanted to be strong for her mother, not burden an already sick Liz with her own fears. Of course she was thinking the same thing Caroline was, she was the one who it was happening to.

"I need to believe it'll be okay. And I'm trying not to think about it so I feel less scared."

Liz nodded and squeezed her hand. "I appreciate you being brave for me, Caroline. You're the best daughter anyone could ask for. We'll know in a few hours. Until then why don't you call one of your school friends and spend some time with them?"

Caroline shook her head. "Not in the mood."

"Do they even know you're in town?"

"Nope. I only go to the Grill when I know Jeremy isn't working and the others won't be there."

"Well then, tell me about the city! How are the girls, are you excited about your job, have you met any cute boys?" Her mom wiggled her eyebrows.

Caroline laughed. "They're good. Living together is so much fun, I can't believe I got my dream job, and there is this guy actually." she said in quick succession.

"Go on..." Her mom scooted over to make room for her.

Caroline pulled the blanket over herself and stared at the tray. She'd only briefly told Hayley about it, and that time she'd only mentioned the plan and not the feelings she'd been so in denial of. She took a deep breath and began.

"His name is Stefan Salvatore. He's Elena's boyfriend's brother. We're sort of a fake couple to get back at the others but it hit me recently that I've actually started liking him and–" she trailed off seeing the confused look on her mom's face.

Liz put the glass of juice down as she looked at her daughter with an amused expression.

"Okay mom, I know this sounds weird!" Caroline laughed.

"It doesn't... fall in the realm of normal for sure"

"So do you wanna know more or not?"

"Please continue, I was going to watch some dramatic show to get my mind off today but this is even better"

"It all started my first week in town, we were supposed to meet at some bar but they all ditched us in a pathetic attempt to trick us into going on a blind date...."

~*~

It was noon. The house was spotless, Liz had showered and eaten, Caroline had finished telling her the entire story, and her dads were on their way.

They sat at the table, phones lying in front of them, waiting for the call from the hospital. Caroline was trying her hardest not to let her mind go to dark places, so she switched to thinking about what she'd told her mom that morning.

Recounting everything out loud– well, a more PG-13 version of it– made Caroline see how insane it all was. The plan as well as her feelings. She'd gone and ruined her friendship with Stefan, as well as any hope for being regular friends in the future. And she'd ruined the plan. Great going, Caroline.

The door opened and Bill and Steven walked in.

"No call yet?"

"Nope"

They sat down next to them.

"Ugh, what the hell. It's five minutes past twelve, Elena's mom said we she'll let us know at once so we don't have to go make the trip to the hospital, so why–"

Caroline's nervous rant was interrupted by the buzzing of her mom's phone.

"Miranda, hi," Liz breathed.

Caroline watched her mom's face intently, trying to figure out what the news was, feeling like maybe her heart may burst out of her chest.

Liz nodded as she listened, and then a smile slowly lit up her face. "Thank god."

"Oh thank god!" Caroline felt dizzy with relief and jumped up to hug her mom. Every anxious thought and worry swirling around her mind had dissipated and she wiped a tear from her cheek, laughing.

Liz put down the phone and turned to them. "It's not cancer. I'm okay." She grinned.

Then the four of them were hugging, misty-eyed and smiling, the happiest family in Mystic Falls that day.

~*~

Caroline hugged April and the girls goodbye at the Grill and started walking to the station, basking in her happiness. It had been awesome catching up.

She'd tried reaching Tyler and the others but turns out they were already travelling, and they'd decided to meet when they got to her city. As crazy as it was, their road-trip-across-the-country plan actually sounded kind of fun.

She'd already booked a flight back the next night, and now she had time to just relax and do nothing. After helping her mom file paperwork– Liz hadn't been using the flawless system Caroline had worked out for her– she found herself in the park. 

She sat down on the bench next to a tall lady with dark hair who was reading a book and looked vaguely familiar. But then again, who in this small town didn't? She smiled politely at her and then grabbed some earphones from her purse and started listening to her favourite album.

She felt perfectly at ease as the wind gently tousled her hair and the sun shone down on her. Children ran around playing tag, teenagers chatted under trees, and couples strolled by, looking at the flowers. It actually made her forget about the next thing she had started to overthink and worry about: Stefan.

As the sun began to set, she got bored of listening to music and pulled the earphones out. The lady next to her was talking on her phone, and Caroline couldn't help but overhear some snippets of the conversation.

"And you tell your brother to call me more often." she was saying. "Oh, really? I'm sure reading ancient literature and skyping with Lexi must be very time consuming."

Lexi? Literature?

Caroline turned to look at her. She kind of resembled Stefan.

"I'm fine. Yes, I like staying at the boarding house. Sarah is lovely company. Now tell me what you two have been up to."

Sarah?

"Oh, he has a girlfriend now? That's wonderful. What? Did you say she's from Mystic Falls? Yes, the Sheriff is Liz Forbes. Oh no, I'm so sorry to hear that. Why is he asleep at this hour? Oh. Ask him to call me when he wakes up. Bye."

She put her phone down, only to notice Caroline staring at her.

"Hello" she ventured with a friendly smile.

"This is going to sound totally weird but are you, um, Stefan's mom?"

The lady nodded, looking confused. "Yes, and you are?"

Caroline held out her hand, remembering her manners. "Caroline Forbes... I'm friends with your sons."

"Lily Salvatore. It's lovely to meet you. And from Damon told me, you're more than friends with Stefan."

Caroline blushed. To Lily, she was Stefan’s girlfriend. "It's a small world, huh?"

"How is your mother? Damon told me there was a medical emergency. I hope everything is alright."

"It's all fine, we heard from the doctor today"

Lily smiled. "That's great!"

"So Stefan tells me he spent summers here?"

"He did for many years. We love this town so much, I moved here after the divorce and it's perfect."

"Yeah, it's great." Caroline didn't know what else to say. She didn't want to say the wrong thing. Wow, she really felt like an actual girlfriend meeting the parents for the first time. Pathetic.

"Okay, this must be awkward, meeting the parents so soon, that too without your boyfriend." she laughed. "I can't wait to tell Stefan I met you, though."

Caroline smiled. "Stefan and Damon are great. We live on their floor actually."

"Is living near each other how you two met?"

"No, actually Damon and my best friends Elena and Bonnie sent us on a blind date" Caroline explained.

"Ah, typical Damon." she shook her head. “You know, he told me Stefan is sleeping at this time of the day. Apparently, he was up most of the night worrying about you with your friends.”

Caroline was at a loss for words, willing her cheeks not to go red and her mind not to go into overdrive on hearing that news, and was saved when they were interrupted by a young girl in a cheerleading uniform who ran up to them. "Aunt Lily, I'm so sorry I'm late" she panted, clutching at her sides. "Practice ran so late."

"It's no problem, Sarah, are you ready to grab dinner?"

Sarah Salvatore?

"This is Caroline Forbes" Lily introduced them. "She's actually Stefan's girlfriend."

Sarah grinned. "Hey! Oh my god. You were head cheerleader, right?"

"That's me. Wow, I remember cheer practice. Good old days." Caroline smiled.

"So where's Stefan?"

"He's in the city. I just came to visit my mom" Caroline explained.

“Tell him to come visit us. I miss him.”

"It was so nice to meet you. I really hope this wasn't too awkward." Lily said warmly.

Little bit, Caroline thought, given how I'm your son's fake girlfriend who has a real crush on him.

"No, not at all!" she replied.

"See you!" Sarah said and they both waved her goodbye before they walked away.

Caroline sat alone on the bench, dazed. Wow, she'd really just met Stefan's mom. As his girlfriend.

And before she could even begin to gather her thoughts, her phone rang. And it was Stefan.

Too much Salvatore time for one day, she thought. 

Despite herself, she had been wondering if he would call her again. She'd spoken to Bonnie and Elena, of course, and she knew they were always hanging out in the same loft, and he'd called her before the results, to check on her, so...

She snapped out of it and accepted the call.

"Caroline," he started.

"Hey Stefan" she said nervously. It hit her it was her first time talking to him properly since she'd realised she liked him.

"I'm so glad your mom is okay. Bonnie and Elena told me, sorry I didn't call sooner–"

"It's fine," she said, her heart skipping a beat at the sound of his concerned voice. "I'm just so relieved."

"So how are you?"

"Good. Listen, you won't believe who I just met" she said, laughing.

"Klaus Mikaelson?" Stefan joked.

She giggled. "Nope, your mom."

"You... what? My mom?" he spluttered.

"Yeah I met her in the park! She was talking to Damon on the phone. He told her I was your girlfriend."

"Oh"

"Is that okay?" she asked, feeling anxious again.

"Yeah, I guess. I just didn't want this plan to go beyond our friends, you know? She loved Valerie, my last girlfriend, and was pretty sad when we broke up..."

"Oh. Well we only spoke for like five minutes, I doubt she loved me."

"Of course she did." he said simply.

Caroline blushed. She wondered if her cheeks were the ones with a medical problem.

"So when do you get back?" he asked hastily.

"Tomorrow night. Well technically, early morning. 4 A.M."

"See you then”

“Yeah... I should go get dinner.” Just talking to him was playing havoc on her heart.

“Bye Caroline”

"Bye Stefan." She hung up and put her head in her hands. 

He wasn't making it any easier for her to get over her stupid crush on him.

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