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elevenharbor · 1 year

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midnight bribe, moonlight bride - ch 2

2. Kagome and her dilemma

*RIIING RIING*

I blinked away my fatigue as the phone startled me back to reality. I had just finished with my last client for the night. A rare gem, and not in a good way. She was in her late teens, probably around Souta's age, but the girl could not keep her mouth shut. She talked my ear off for the last hour about her upcoming plastic surgery, a birthday gift from her ever-so-rich ‘daddy.’ She practically harassed me to take my mask off so she could take photos of my nose to use as a “reference” for her nose job, which I had to decline at least ten times. The little brat then proceeded to ’threaten’ me with being unprofessional, reporting me to management and had the audacity to lecture me about customers being ‘always right,’ et cetera, et cetera. Needless to say, I was out of that room at sixty minutes sharp, just so I could keep my fists from connecting with her ugly nose. She was getting it fixed anyway. * RIIING RIING*

“Kagome, can you get that? My hands are full with bottles of hair product at the moment.” I heard my coworker Erica shout behind the counter.

Suppressing a groan, I got up from my splayed position on the couch in the waiting area. I didn’t care if people saw me in an undignified position. Dealing with egocentric, needy clients for twelve hours straight should be considered an Olympic sport. Extra points for spoiled brats.

* RIIING RIING*

“Do you need help with that?” I asked as I approached the front desk, making a mental note to ask Erica if our receptionist, Karen, ever returned from her fifteen-minute cigarette break. She had a habit of disappearing the rest of the night after her ‘I’m going on my 15-minute break’ announcement at 8 pm, 2 hours before our closing time.

* RIIING RIING*

“Who the heck is calling at this hour anyway?” Erica finally emerged from the under the counter, cradling eight giant bottles of the custom-formulated shampoo.

“Who knows, probably a ‘special friend’ of Yura’s. You know how they like to call in here at the oddest hours demanding to be serviced, even if we are a minute away from closing.” I replied, rolling my eyes just as I picked up the handset, putting on my best faux retail-friendly voice once more. “Good evening, Yura's Beauty Bar and Spa Services. How may I assist you?”

Erica snorted behind me, clutching her head. She had bumped her head on her ascent up, scattering scraps of paper and receipts in the process.

“Ah, shit,” she exclaimed, a little too loudly. “Inconsiderate, entitled jerks with money! I despise them!”

I covered the receiver while gesturing for Erica to be quiet, hoping the customer on the other line didn’t hear her boisterous statement. Her response was a middle finger mid-air as she disappeared under the counter a second time.

“About damn time someone picked up! This is the third time I am calling, and I know for a fact your business isn’t swarming with customers at this hour. What kind of lazy employees does Yura hire these days?!” The customer groveled immediately.

I suppressed a groan. No doubt it was one of those clients, the holier-than-thou ones. They always start out with an insult or two. They couldn’t even be bothered with the most basic greetings. Human decency is below them, I suppose.

“My sincerest apologies, sir.” I lied, gritting my teeth. “Yura goes through a very rigorous screening and hiring process. She only selects the best of the best.” At this point, Eri emerged from under the counter once more— hands-free, and fully curious. I ignored her multiple hand signals and mouthing ‘who are you talking to’ from the other side. I wouldn’t be surprised if she could hear our entire conversation. The man was practically screaming on the other line.

“Well, she better step up her game! The phones shouldn’t ring more than three times, on the first attempt! That is unacceptable, at best!” The customer continued berating me as if I were a five-year-old child who committed an unscrupulous crime. “No matter. I need an appointment set up in the next fifteen minutes. I will not take no for an answer.”

I recognized this voice. If my hunches were correct, the ‘customer’ on the other line was the assistant of a very important client of Yura’s. Moonlight hair flashed through my mind for a brief moment. There were a select few patrons that demanded such untimely services, but I had to make sure it was him. “May I ask if you are a new customer or a returning client?”

“You wench! Don’t you know who I am?!?”

I bit the inside of my cheek hard to stop myself from cursing this assistant out, faintly tasting blood. Of course, I knew who he was. Was it Jensen? Jerken? Jackass?

“Jaken, enough.” I heard another voice on the other line. Cold and biting, though faint.

Bingo. My suspicions were confirmed. It was him.

“Ah, yes! Sir Jaken!! It’s a pleasure hearing from you, sir.” I wanted nothing more than to take the telephone cord and strangle him with it. “Of course. We can accommodate you at such short notice. Would Taisho-sama prefer the usual?” I mustered all the sweetness in the world through clenched teeth.

Erica cranked her neck as quick as lightning at the mention of Taisho-sama’s name. She was right next to me in a flash, cheeks flushed red and stars in her eyes. I could almost hear her giggle in anticipation.

“Yes, you impudent girl! It’s for Taisho-sama, and yes, he will have his usual treatment. Need I remind you? You must be new.”

“Taisho-sama’s coming? Go on!” Erica egged on, barely above a whisper. I shushed her away with my other hand.

Stay cool, Kagome. Stay calm. “My apologies, again,” I said, brightening as an idea presented itself.

“Actually, Erica is here tonight. She will be more than happy to accommodate him this evening. Let me hand the phone over to her. Please hold a moment.”

I wasn’t given the opportunity to hear his response as the receiver was snatched from my grip faster than I could take my next breath.

“Good evening, this is Erica speaking. I hear Taisho-sama would like to come in. I’ll get everything set up for him, just as he likes it.”

I rolled my eyes at Erica as she entertained Sir Jaken on the other line with gusto. She had the biggest crush on his employer, a very generous patron, albeit his colder-than-ice demeanor. Of all our clients, I couldn’t fathom why she would be infatuated with him. Other than his good looks, his conversational skills needed some serious overhaul. I’ve dealt with him a total of three times. The first was when I was fresh off orientation, which I thought went disastrously. The second was when I came in for overtime due to inclement weather and the other girl who was scheduled for the late shift couldn’t make it due to some emergency. The last time I had to service Taisho-sama was because Erica was off that night.

Unlike the last two appointments, his most recent visit was more…colorful, and far more mentally exhausting. Taisho-sama was chattier and much more attuned to our conversation. Though not by much, it was still an improvement from his usual brooding self. His presence demanded your undivided attention, and his questions required intellectual, thoughtful responses. It’s been, by far, the longest and most arduous hour of my life since I started working here. His sessions were more like job interviews, with Taisho-sama’s two to three-word replies, and me blabbering on trying to explain myself for reasons still unknown.

Yet somehow, Erica and the other girls wouldn’t leave me alone for a good two days when pressed about his visits, especially if I was on the closing shift. They’d ask about all the details and overanalyzed useless meanings behind his cryptic tête-à-tête. I never indulged in the gossip, and I usually got them off my back when I would cite client confidentiality as my reason for keeping mum.

I busied myself with menial tasks as she blabbered on the phone, surely buttering up this Jaken person to secure her an already generous tip. I tuned them out as I focused on straightening receipts and logging on to the computer to see our clientele list for the following day. I suppressed a groan as I inputted yet another ‘last-minute addition’ to our system. At least I won’t have to stay late tonight, thankfully. I could bet my life savings that Erica wouldn’t mind lingering a bit especially since it’s her favorite client coming in. It was a win-win.

I hummed a melody as I thought of all the things I would do with my free time, now that I’d be getting off work at a reasonable hour. I could even stop by the pet store on my way home to restock Buyo’s food. That cat was emptying my cash flow faster than I could replenish it, no doubt going straight to his bulging belly. I was convinced he was carrying sextuplets, even though he’s a male cat. Maybe he’ll pull an Arnold Schwarzenegger and give birth, just like in that one movie I had to watch for my English class at the community college a few years ago. That was a strange movie, but then again, so was my English professor at the time.

My thoughts were interrupted by the handset slamming down in front of me. I looked up to see Erica’s crestfallen face. She looked like she’d been dumped over the phone. It didn’t suit her usual happy-go-lucky-fuck-this-and-that demeanor.

My brows furrowed in confusion. Did Taisho-sama cancel?

“So? Is he still coming?” I asked, hopeful, for her sake. She was really looking forward to it.

“Yeah, he is.” She responded, her voice sad.

“Well, what’s with the long face then? That’s great! Go get yourself ready!” I added, elbowing her from across the counter for good measure.

“That’s the issue…” She trailed off. “He’ll only come under one condition.”

“And that condition is…?”

Erica faced me square on, disappointment and a bit of envy marring her features.

“He’s requesting you.”

Oh no.

“…For tonight, and for all of his appointments moving forward,” she added, looking past me.

No, no. No.

“Oh, Eri…I’m so sorry.” I hammered, the shock quickly fading into empathy. “I don’t know why he would want me, specifically. I only covered you that one time because you were off, and you already know how dreadful that session was! I swear I wasn’t trying to steal him away from you! I would never!” I pleaded sincerely. A white lie, but what she didn’t know couldn’t hurt her, right? This upcoming meeting would be session number four.

“Hey, are you alright?” I asked again when I got no reaction from her, but at this point, it felt moot. She was visibly upset.

Unlike the other girls in the salon, Erica was my closest work friend, and I was not in the habit of sabotaging our friendship over clients, especially not over this particular one. I wanted nothing more to do with him after that night. And the other late nights he came in.

“I-It’s okay, Kagome. I’ll be alright.” She replied, flashing me her fake customer service grin. I knew she was hurting. I prayed to the gods that she didn’t resent me.

“Uh…just say I went home for the night! Or that I’m sick!”

“No, it’s too late for that. I already told sir Jaken that you were the one who answered the phone.”

Darn it, Erica! Why would you say that?!

“Oh.”

I let out a long breath of air. I felt disappointed that my plans would be derailed yet again, not that they were that exciting to begin with. Even still, it would’ve been nice to sit on my dilapidated couch with a nice cold beer, petting my ever-so-expanding feline companion on my lap. Simple pleasures in life, and those still managed to slip away from my overworked fingers.

My shoulders slumped at the thought of staying an extra two hours at least; one to deal with the last-minute addition, another to closing alone.

It took me a moment to realize that Erica was still standing across from me, feeling rejected and downhearted. I wanted to say that I would rather her take this customer because she had a good rapport with him, as she did with all her clients. I wanted to say that she can have him for all the eye candy and the nice fat tip she’d be getting for her excellent customer service. Heck, I even wanted to throw in that she might be able to score a date with him too if she massaged him at the right places and laid out her best flirtatious lip service.

But I also needed the money. Rent was due last week, and I still had to buy the basic necessities to live, even if my sustenance depended on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches twice a day and an occasional six-pack of beer if I felt like treating myself. To hell with his shitty conversations and unpredictable mood swings. I dealt with it on the regular already, as it was.

Instead, I walked around the counter and engulfed her in the biggest bear hug I could give.

“Hey, for what it’s worth, I’ll make sure to do an especially bad job so he reconsiders asking me to service him.” I piped in quickly, giving her a tight squeeze. “He’ll regret ever letting you go and settling for me instead.”

“Touché, Kagome.” The gesture finally cracked Erica’s sullen mood, earning a chuckle. “Whatever. I’ll still welcome him back with open arms, especially after you put him through the wringer.”

“You can count on it!” I added, winking her way. “At least you get to leave this depressing place and settle in for the night, like the rest of society. I’ll probably be here until midnight.”

“Girl, please.” Erica sneered playfully while gathering her coat and handbag. “I’d trade places with you, any day. All I have to look forward to is the one or five Tinder messages I probably have on my dead phone, none of which will lead anywhere. If I’m lucky, I might get a good lay, at most. A modest dick pic, at least. Then, I’ll get ghosted for all eternity.”

“Erica Jane Connolly!” I screeched disapprovingly, throwing her scarf over her face. “At least you still get to meet people and bang occasionally! And don’t put yourself down like that!” I walked over to her again to adjust her scarf, as a doting mother would. “You are beautiful, smart, kind, and witty. Any guy with a functioning brain would be lucky to snatch you off the market.” I meant every word.

“Aw. Thanks, mom.” She pinched my cheeks in kind.

“Anytime, sweetheart.” I ushered her to the door, handing her my umbrella as the cold drizzle brushed my already reddened cheeks. “Now get out of here before the weather turns and you end up like a drenched, sad cat on the streets. Text me when you get home.”

“I was hoping to stay a while longer to get a glimpse of Mr. McDreamy before I head out. You know, to fuel my wet dreams tonight.”

“You are disgusting.” I slapped her shoulder lightly. “Goodbye, Erica.”

“Bye, darling. Good luck tonight.”

I closed the door behind her and lowered the shades, but not before peering at the flashing lights and raindrops that illuminated the scenery like small diamonds on the surface. Dreary as it was, I found a measure of comfort whenever it rained. It was the perfect night to get lost in thoughts or have a relaxing night with a partner, clothing optional. Cuffing season was upon us, after all. Not that I had anyone in mind, nor was I looking particularly hard to fill that void these days. Dating and I just didn’t mesh well. I didn’t have the time nor the budget to afford such…luxuries. I could barely scrape by to support myself and my fur child.

I lost myself in preparing for my real last client tonight, hoping that this session won’t be as cringe-worthy as the last few. I’d still put my best foot forward, hopefully not put my foot in my mouth, so I can call it a night with a few bucks to spare.

I ignited the scented candles and got the hot water bath ready, making sure that I had Mr. Taisho’s hair treatments in stock and in line. I even brewed a fresh pot of houjicha tea that I had brought from home. He seemed to take a liking to it the last time he was here, even asking me if he could sip from my cup. A little undignified for someone coming from money, but I was more than happy to share since it gave us a new topic to converse about apart from the typical jargon he spewed about finances and deals with his competitors.

I made sure to pour two cups tonight, one for him, and one for me because fuck it. If I was going to spend the next two or so hours in purgatory, I might as well relish in something I actually liked.

I faintly heard the jingle of the door opening from the back, signaling the arrival of His Highness. I put on my usual garments, one head covering, and a new face mask, because God forbid I used the same one from hours ago, contaminating his air and spreading germs.

Checking myself once more, I took a deep breath and stretched my hands out, letting out a deep sigh as I straightened my uniform. I strutted over to the front of the store, ensuring I gave him a gleaming smile and the warmest welcome. It’s showtime.

And like a knight in shining armor, there he stood in all his glory. Iridescent silver hair tied up in a low ponytail. Dressed to the nines in a custom-tailored navy suit, under a gunmetal gray double-vested trench coat that hugged at the right places. His handsomely chiseled face betrayed none of the emotions he kept bottled inside. He glowed like a celebrity who stepped on the red carpet of a premier, except that the red carpet was replaced by a dirty, tan-colored mess from all the foot traffic of the salon. The premier was the empty vestibule of this oh-so-luxurious beauty bar that catered to the likes of him.

The man was a walking statue. Or an assassin in disguise.

“Good evening, Mr. Taisho. My name is Kagome. Welcome to Yura’s Beauty Bar and Spa Services. I hope your trip wasn’t terrible, given the weather?”

He turned at the sound of my voice. Calculating amber eyes analyzed me from head to toe like I was some type of specimen, open for his perusal. It was a little unnerving at first, but considering this was my fourth encounter with him, I shook off the unsettling feeling as quickly as it came. Trivial things like this didn’t bother me anymore, or so I told myself.

“My assistant, Jaken, will be here momentarily. He is parking the car, as we speak.” Mr. Taisho said casually while removing his jacket, completely ignoring my question. Whatever, not that I care how his ride was, but a little acknowledgment would’ve been nice. Being slighted aside, I stared as the beaded droplets rolled off his expensive jacket like melting butter on a hot pan. No doubt his outerwear—no, his whole ensemble—costs more than my annual wage.

“Is there something interesting on my person?” He asked while arching a brow as if to mock me and my plebeian status. I felt my annoyance flare up again, but I managed to hold my tongue and not retaliate with any biting remarks. It wouldn’t look good for business, and it would most certainly lead to my immediate termination if Yura ever caught wind of it.

“No.” I shook my head vigorously while trying desperately to maintain a smile. It was a good thing my face was partially obscured by my mask and I hadn’t trimmed my unruly bangs. I was afraid he’d see the fire in my eyes, or the burning desire to slap his pretty face straight to the moon and back.

We stood there in awkward silence as he gathered his thoughts or basked in whatever sick pleasures he was getting from seeing me squirm under his gaze. I, on the other hand, quietly struggled to rein in my raging temper.

Not even five minutes in and we were already off to a great start. Not.

“Um. Regarding Sir Jaken, I will leave the door unlocked for him.” I quickly replied, my head hung low. Instead of twiddling my thumbs, I assisted him with doffing the rest of his garments off like a good little waiting girl, while easily shuffling between the several hangers I was holding and neatly putting away.

He scoffed at my choice of honorifics. “Such a title is unnecessary. Jaken is fine.”

I’m not sure if he failed to understand that I didn’t have the same liberties as he did when it came to addressing customers, whether by proxy or not.

He surveyed the rest of the room silently, but I noticed him slightly turn his head in the direction of the spa. “Is that brewed houjicha? It smells fresh.”

I perked up at his dead-on keen sense of smell. Of all the melange of scents that lingered from the cornucopia of hair and beauty products, he caught on the faint aroma of houjicha, which I had completely forgotten. The steeping tea was in the furthest room from the vestibule. Only trained dogs possessed that kind of razor-sharp olfactory prowess. Despite his boorish introduction, I was impressed by his astute observation, nonetheless.

“Yes, it is. I remembered how much you enjoyed it during your last visit, so I took the liberty of brewing you a fresh pot. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Hn.” He tilted his head up one more time, discreetly sniffing the air once more. “Very well.”

I flashed him a pseudo ’smile’ with my eyes before turning on my heel, leading him to the back room.

I hope you choke on your tea, asshole.

“Yes, Mr. Taisho. Right this way.”

I better burn that midnight oil now, because it was going to be a long night.

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words: 3,752

this is also on AO3 as a standalone fic. (https://archiveofourown.org/works/43609509/chapters/109651698)

#sesskag #eleven drabbles #midnight bribe moonlight bride #fanfiction #sesshoumaru x kagome #sesskag fanfiction #tropes #first person narrative #writing exercise

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red-cape-morgana · 3 years

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FIAT LUX

Everyone sees the girl of steel as an almighty, indestructible being. But before being a hero, she is a person, and this implies some quirks. Some fears as well.

Chapter 2

(Chp 1) // (ao3)

Of course Lena knows about Kara's love of phosphorescent things, and especially about those sneakers.

She can actually see the shoes' faint glow in her entry every single evening, when Kara gets back home. And if now it has become a comforting sight, something she looks for when she wakes up and Kara was on patrol the previous night, it has not always been that way.

The first time she had seen that greenish glow... she had thought of kryptonite.

She had been quietly reading perched on her couch, when Kara had finally gotten back home from a grueling long workday. The blonde had an agar look on her face, leaving her bag and kicking her shoes off. Lena had heard her mumbling something about breaking pencils, spilled coffee and needing a shower, before heading to Lena’s luxurious bathroom.

Lena had decided to let her girlfriend unwind for a while before asking about that apparently rough day. Now that she knew about Kara's alter ego, she understood her girlfriend's clumsiness on a whole new level and knew that a simple task could require a lot of focus from her. Consequently, the number of incidents grew up accordingly as the hours of the day passed, and many phones had been the innocent victims to the super's strength.

Lena was getting lost in her historical novel once again, when she had noticed a faint light in her entry.

Odd, she had thought. Lights are turned off. What’s there?

She had closed her book before getting up to check on that. On her way, she had grabbed her phone, just as a precaution. After so many assassination attempts, she had learnt that communication means where really what mattered (as well as an efficient punch in the nose from time to time).

A couple of meters away in the entry, she could distinguish a faint greenish light coming from the messenger bag that Kara had abandoned there.

A bomb.

She started to run toward the bathroom. She needed to warn Kara! The kryptonite would suppress her powers, she had to flee! She speed dialed Alex to ask for an intervention squad while barging in the bathroom.

"Lena?! What's going on? Why are…?" Kara stammered when Lena had opened the shower cabin.

"You have to go!" Lena had said in a hurry while dragging the soaping blonde out of the shower.

"To go? But, why? Lena, what's…"

"There's a bomb Kara!" Lena shouted at her, in a near panic

She needs to go, she thought to herself. If it's kryptonite, she is even more at risk then me. The residual radiations would deepen any potential injury and worsen her state. And considering the rate of cellular degradation from direct exposure, even the DEO may not be fast enough.

"Lena, you, hide while I take it away." Kara stated while fumbling to activate her suit.

"You don't understand. It's kryptonite. You can't risk getting anywhere near it!"

"What?" Kara exclaimed. "But, I thought you had installed a biometric security system after last time?"

"I did!" Lena answered while trying to shove the unmovable kryptonian toward their bedroom, where she could escape through the window.

"But there is that greenish glow in the entry, and I know how to recognize kryptonite Kara. Believe me if…"

Kara had held up a hand to stop her mid sentence.

"You said in the entry?" she had calmly inquired.

"Yes! Why do you care where it is? It's still a bomb Kara." Lena said, her voice filled with exasperation.

And Kara had laughed. She had laughed till tears streamed down her face, mixing with water and shampoo left from her half finished shower. She had laughed even harder when Lena started to scream at her to go while she had time.

The brunette started to fear it may be something else than kryptonite, and that it was messing up Kara's mind because who laughs at the prospect of a toxic bomb in their apartment for God's sake?!

Kara didn't stop before hearing her talking to Alex, asking for help in their apartment. That got her attention, and she took the phone out of Lena's hand before uttering between giggles

"No it's fine Alex. Lena… Lena thought my shoes were some kryptonite trap. Can you, can you believe that?!"

Lena felt as if she could hear the groan Alex surely made to accompany her “I’m tired of my sister” expression.

Well I guess 13 years of that kind of shenanigan does that to someone, Lena mused. She had only known Kara for 3 years, and yet she was sure she had her own special kind frown as well.

Kara ended the call, promising they would explain more clearly tomorrow, before proceeding to explain that what she had thought to be a kryptonian bomb was only the new sneakers she had bought that were phosphorescent.

“They are the best glow in the dark shoes one can buy Lena! I had to get them, you understand?” she said as if her point was obvious, bouncing on her feet like a kid who had just been promised a trip to the candy store after school.

Lena had debated throwing the shoes out the window, just for the scare they had given her, and also because she wanted to erase Kara’s smirk.

Now the blonde keeps referring to that moment to tease Lena, a reminder that the genius she is got fooled by glow in the dark material. But coming from the Luthor family, can you blame her for thinking of an assassination attempt first?

And if that incident wasn't enough, the hour-long rant Alex gave her about Kara's love for glowing things would have clued her on it.

The next day, Lena had dropped by the DEO, willing to apologize for the false alert of the previous day. She knew Kara had said they would all gather at the end of the day for a drink, but Lena felt the need to see Alex first thing in the morning. Those apologies also included freshly brewed coffee from the best roaster in town, and enough pastries to satisfy a small army. The redhead vented to her for an hour straight, using memories from their shared childhood in Midvale to illustrate her explanation. As well as justify her exasperation with her sister’s eccentricities.

Lena took the opportunity to learn what her girlfriend was like when she got on Earth, Kara oddly quiet about this period of her life. She also thought it was the safest move possible in her situation, to let Alex get it out of her system. No one wanna get on the bad side of their possible future sister in law, and even less when they work for a secret agency that has a knack for making people disappear.

What she learns though, makes her see some of her girlfriend's habits under a new light.

Lena knew it must have been incredibly jarring to not only start a new life on a foreign planet, but learning that she had been lost in space for decades, and that Kal-El didn’t need her anymore must have been devastating. It was her mission after all, the reason why her parents had sent her away. Knowing that now, she didn’t have any purpose anymore… And it goes without saying that the enhanced senses she suddenly gained thanks to the yellow sun, would be enough to drive anyone crazy on their own. Heart beats, motors, reading through a book, crushing your mug of hot chocolate accidentally,... And all that during teenage years. Earth must have looked like hell at first. No wonder why Kara is unusually quiet whenever this topic arises. But Lena sensed there may be something else lying there, and since she wouldn't pry at Kara's traumatic memories, Alex was the next best best source for informations.

So far, she only thought Kara was that kind of forgetful/lazy person that never really complete a task. When the blonde would leave the curtains in their bedroom slightly open, or their door ajar, or her phone on the bedside table and always displaying time. Lena simply thought that Kara didn’t mind any of it. And since it wasn't bothering herself much, she let her do.

For Lena it was just Kara's little quirks. Just like her love for phosphorescent things.

Though, now that she thinks of it, she can remember an incident that happened when Kara had first moved in with her.

So far, in their relationship, the blonde had rarely slept over at Lena's place. Either because Lena was actually the one sleeping over, or Supergirl was needed for an emergency mission, or when Lena was travelling the country for scientific and technological conventions and checking up on branches of L-Corp. They had decided to move in together to make things easier for both of them. There was no point in sneaking around like lovesick teenagers, and Kara had already claimed two drawers at Lena's (who was very keen on borrowing oversized sweaters from said drawers when her girlfriend couldn't be around).

The move in itself was as smooth as possible: Kara stacked her boxed belongings in the van, Alex drove it to Lena's place, Kelly had looked for the best itinerary during this busy week day, and Lena had prepared snacks for everyone once they'd arrive. All in all, it had been the matter of a day.

Alex and Kelly had stayed over for dinner at Lena's demand, and Kara had just dug out what she would need for the next day.

"It will all be unboxed tomorrow Lena. What would be the point in putting it all back in the boxes now?" Kara had said, when Lena pointed out she couldn't see the color of her couch anymore with all the stuff the hero had thrown on it.

At some point, Nia and Brainy had joined them, bringing a couple of bottles to celebrate "an event I didn't think I would get to see before having grey hair, considering the pace you were going!" Nia had said.

The evening had continued full of laughers, memories of moments the couple had been completely oblivious to one another, and potstickers of course.

When everyone had left it was finally time to go to bed, the super had become strangely agitated. Lena had brushed it off as all the emotions of the day and finally living with her.

It will all settle once we lay down and get some rest, she had thought.

She had been proven wrong. Kara had spent the night turning and tossing, unable to find sleep. Lena had tried to soothe her by pressing her front to her back, gently holding the blonde in her arms. But when Lena had woken up some hours later, Kara wasn't in bed anymore.

"Darling?" Lena gently called as she padded in the living room, barefoot and eyes still full of sleep.

Kara was on the couch, huddled against an arm rest and looking at her laptop without really seeing it.

Lena closed the distance between them before sitting next to her girlfriend. Sensing that she wasn't in the right headspace to explain what was going on, she simply decided to just lean against Kara, anchoring her in the present. Together.

After some time, the sun had started to rise.

Lena had slipped in a state between sleep and alert, still here but not fully conscious of how long they had stood there together. At some point Kara had closed her laptop, setting it aside on the coffee table, and she had pulled Lena on top of her, holding her close. The weight and warmth of her girlfriend must have calmed her nerves somewhat because Lena felt the stiff muscles finally relax under herself.

Lena was about to suggest they move to the kitchen to have a well deserved breakfast when Kara had softly said "It was so dark, you know. I just… it brought up some memories. I'm sorry."

Lena hadn't prayed any further. Kara had every right to keep some things secret, and she knew she would learn about it eventually, when the hero would be ready to face this.

After that, Kara had always left a small source of light in their bedroom. At the end of the first month living together, she even bought some star stickers that she put on their ceiling as well as on some furniture. Lena had raised an eyebrow at that, but Kara had brushed it off, saying something about how it remembered her of her apartment and that she thought it comforting to share this with Lena.

Showing the Luthor a part of the Super that very few select people had ever witnessed.

But now, after her talk with Alex, Lena knows that it comes from a different place.

From what Alex told her, on earth Kara had never liked total obscurity. Elyza and Jeremiah had tried to help her of course. They offered the teenage girl therapy, sophrology and many alternatives to help her conquer her fear. But nothing had worked.

Every night Kara would wake up drenched in cold sweat, her breath coming up in short pants, convinced she was back in the phantom zone. Those nights, Alex would begrudgingly get up and walk to this new sister she didn't ask for bed, and lay down with her. She would take Kara in her arms, because that was the only thing that would ground her in the present.

Until one night, when Alex slept over to a friend.

#this took me so long to write I am sorry #I've never used the word phosphorescent so much and now it's suggested by my keyboard everytime a word atarts with p- 😂#I hope you like my rambling!#supercorp #supergirl #lena luthor #kara danvers #supercorp fanfic #red cape writing #well here i am this rambling has now officially become a fic #supercorp sunday

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svnflowervol666 · 4 years

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I was wondering if you could write something where Harry’s wife tells him she doesn’t want him in the delivery room when she gives birth. She figures having maybe Gemma or Anne with her. She comes from a family of women, so she just doesn’t think she needs him. Harry’s left torn between agreeing with her because it’s her choice and absolutely broken up over it, because he wants to witness his first child come into the world. In the end she chooses to have him by her side. 🌻💛🌻

Word Count: 2.5k

Author’s Note: THANK YOU for this dad!Harry request!! It is quite apparent that I can ramble about dad!Harry for ages, so if anyone has anything dad!Harry they’d like to discuss, my inbox is open and I will give it my all! Enjoy! Take care and tpwk.

Harry found her by the pool, her already glowing body veiled by a thin layer of sweat. Her sun-kissed legs were crossed one another, body completely bare sans the skimpy swimsuit that she only wore at home due to her current situation. She was nearly 7 months pregnant with hers and Harry’s first child, having gotten to the point where even the thought of leaving the house exhausted her. Knowing this, it made sense to Harry as to why he found her in such an unusual place when he came home from his workout at the gym. She’d always claimed that the hated the oversized pool that took up room for a potential garden in the backyard of their home, so she was rarely seen dipping her toes in the cool, blue water. Harry supposed her cabin fever had gotten the best of her and she’d had to find new ways to entertain herself whilst they both waited anxiously for their baby to arrive.

He could see her through the large, glass windows that faced the backyard, her cell phone perched in one hand while she rubbed absent-minded circles around her swollen bump with the other. Sounds of her sweet, cherubic laugh trailed in through the cracks of the french doors, immediately warming Harry’s chest and causing him to smile in a way that showed off his cavernous dimples. This pregnancy had brought a lot of emotional turmoil in terms of the way her hormones would render her depressed and misanthropic for weeks at a time in some cases, then bouncy and cheery the next as if nothing had been wrong. Harry supposed today had been one of those good days.

It came as second nature to him to make a double batch of the smoothie he routinely drank after he exercised. He’d found out early on in her pregnancy that she’d always try to sneak sips of the sweet, fruity blend due to her new cravings, so he’d eventually just started making two drinks each time to satisfy them both. As he juggled the two glasses in his large, ringed hands, he slid open the door with the full intention of joining her in her sunbathing escapades to cool down after his intensive workout. Maybe he’d even convince her to stick her feet over the edge while he swam a few laps around her. That was until he’d caught the tail-end of the sentence that she’d muttered to whoever was on the other end of her phone line.

“…I was just thinking maybe you or Anne in the room during the delivery, and then Harry can come in and see the baby right after.”

Harry felt his heart sink into his arse at what he’d overheard, almost in disbelief at what he’d just heard her say. Surely, he’d missed a key part of this conversation and the tidbit he’d just stumbled upon was not her saying that she didn’t want Harry by her side when she gave birth to their first child. They’d never discussed it, but he’d always been under the assumption that he’d be right there next to her, holding her hand as their son or daughter made their appearance into the world. However, Harry couldn’t shake the feeling like that was exactly what she had just said.

“Yeah, totally. And then- Oh! Hi, Harry!” She stopped mid-sentence and perked up upon realizing her husband was home.

Harry smiles cheesily back at her, though there was a hint of disappointment in his expression. She was too entranced in her conversation to notice.

“Brought ye’ a smoothie,” Harry raised the glass towards his face to show off the perspiring glass of blended fruit and protein powder.

She wiggles her toes in excitement, the shiny lilac polish gleaming in the sunlight. Harry had painted them for her last week, her having been too far along in her pregnancy to reach her own toes. He always did little things like this for her so she could feel beautiful no matter how atrocious she was convinced she looked in her state. If it were up to Harry, he’d keep her like this for as long as possible; he had fallen in love with her ten times over since she’d been pregnant.

“Thank you, lovie. Gemma’s on the line. She says hi. And also that she’s still your mum’s favorite,” she said to Harry as she pulled the phone slightly away from her ear.

Harry couldn’t help but chuckle at his older sister’s immature banter as he sat the smoothie down next to his wife and leaned down to press a kiss to her damp hair.

He spoke clearly into the speaker so that Gemma was certain to hear him, “Just wait until the baby gets here. Then mum won’t give a shit about either of us.”

Harry didn’t hear Gemma’s snarky response, but he did hear her laugh loudly on the other end mixed with his wife’s own sweet giggles. He gave her bump a few pats with his hand that was cold from holding the glass and silently gestured to her that he was headed back inside. What he had overheard on the phone had killed his desire to lounge in the pool with his wife. He needed to be alone, whether it was to come up with a way to convince her otherwise or simply sulk about in his misery. His wife blew him a kiss which he subsequently pretended to catch and stuff in his hoddie pocket before ducking back into the house.

Whilst Harry was washing off in the shower, his mind was racing. Did she really not want him in the delivery room with her? It was his child, for christ’s sake! Of course he wanted to be there, more than anything, to be there when their baby took their first breaths, when they came out covered in goo and kicking and screaming. All Harry had ever wanted was a family to call his own, and now that it was within arm’s reach, he wanted to experience it all.

Of course, she was going to be the one quite literally pushing a life force out of her body, therefore Harry had no say in the matter. At the end of the day, even if his future efforts to convince her otherwise were unsuccessful, it was her choice and Harry would have to respect that. It just struck him right through his core to think that his own wife didn’t want him there beside her as she gave birth.

Amidst his racing thoughts, he’d lost track of time. The water had since run lukewarm, but he didn’t realize this until he heard the creak of the steamy shower door open and saw his pregnant wife step inside, still dressed in the skimpy swimsuit that she wore when she didn’t want any tan lines.

“Stealing all of the hot water now, aren’t you?” she teased as she stripped herself of the sopping wet material, then tossed it halfhazardly into the corner of the large, stand-in shower.

Harry mumbled a quiet, “Sorry,” before stepping out of the way of the faucet to let her rinse off.

“‘S alright. I’m still pretty warm from being outside,” she reassured him as she worked shampoo through her dripping locks, “Everything alright?”

“Ye’, why wouldn’t it be?” Harry answered his wife’s question, though he knew that wasn’t the truth and he couldn’t hold eye contact with her so he opted to watch as the soap suds ran from her scalp and down around her belly.

“Just seem kinda off is all,” she dismissed her quandaries and reached for the conditioner.

“‘M fine,” Harry lied again, “Wha’ were ye’ talkin’ to Gem about?”

“Oh, just baby stuff. She wanted to know if we’d decided on a theme for the nursery yet so she could start buying us gifts and then we just ended up talking for a while.”

Harry nodded silently as he worked a foaming cleanser into his skin, waiting until she was done rinsing her hair to take his turn back under the running water. He could say something, he really could. He knew that he should, because communication was key and he needed to be prepared for the heartbreak he’d experience when she told him that she didn’t want him in the delivery room with her. But he was nervous, scared almost. It was as if he actually didn’t want to know how she felt and would rather just forget the whole thing happened. However, now was not the time to be cowardly. This was his child and if he wasn’t willing to talk openly with his wife about how they’d approach the situation, maybe he wasn’t really ready to be a father after all.

“Did I overhear you tellin’ Gemma you don’t want me in the delivery room with ye’?”

She stopped running the silky soap through the ends of her hair to look at Harry directly.

“What do you mean?”

“I heard you say somethin’ about mum bein’ in the delivery room with ye’ and then me comin’ in right after. Do ye’ not want me in there?”

Harry’s voice sounded trembled as if he didn’t want to hear her answer his question. She finally picked up on his trepidation, and the look on her face was one of confusion.

“Harry I…I didn’t say that,” she was merely at a loss for words.

“Ye’ kinda did. Heard ye’ say it,” Harry snided.

“I didn’t say I didn’t want you in the room, Harry. My family’s always had only the girls in the delivery room. I just figured I’d do the same. Plus, I didn’t know you even wanted to be there.”

“Of course I want to be there,” Harry stressed, “‘s my baby for cryin’ out loud.”

Right then, she felt an intense flutter in her abdomen that caused her to cup her bump with her arm. This baby sure did love the sound of their father’s voice. Nothing was said between them, only awkward, unbearable silence. The water suddenly felt ice cold, raising chillbumps all up and down her arms and legs. Was Harry mad at her? She didn’t know. There was no malice with her intentions to give birth to their child without Harry in the delivery room, she genuinely hadn’t thought twice about it; it’s how she had been raised to believe how a woman should give birth, with strong women by their side. He was looking at her with glassy eyes like she had utterly broken him and caused irrepairable damage and it made her heart feel heavier than the weight of her baby bump that killed her lower back.

“I didn’t know, Harry,” she whispered, barely audible over the hissing of the faucet.

“Kinda common sense, now, innit? ‘S fine. ‘S your body.”

Harry quickly rid himself of any soap residue and left his wife alone in the ice cold shower before she could say another word. He left her the fluffier, more comfortable towel that he’d chosen for himself, because that’s just who he is.

He avoided her for the rest of the evening. He shut himself in his office for the better part of nearly three hours, hoping to turn his feelings into art and potentionally crank out a verse or two. The thoughts buzzing in his head were far too loud to concentrate on any chord or key, so he turned to answering emails, still not coming out of the room to resolve the argument he’d had with his wife in the shower. He wasn’t even sure what to say, or if there was anything to say at all.

She’d done the same, cooping herself up in their bedroom and taking a nap instead of finding Harry and demanding that they squash this immediately. She was so startled over the entire thing, having been bombarded with more information than she could handle. It hurt her to know that she’d hurt Harry, but at the same time she believed she hadn’t done anything wrong. This was clearly miscommunication on the most basic level, though it didn’t make her feel any better having realized that. Uneasiness settled deep into her bones as she drifted off into a light, relaxing slumber.

Harry tossed the garlic around in the pan with a wooden spoon blindly, only cooking to fill his stomach and not to enjoy it. It was her favorite meal, so he’d figured she’d enjoy the leftovers, at least. His mind kept drifting off to two months down the road, when his baby would be arriving in the sterile, chilly delivery room whilst he, on the other hand, wouldn’t be there to see it.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt two arms wrap around his middle and a protruding bump poke him in the small of his back.

“‘M sorry,” her voice sounded muffled from where she was talking into his shirt.

Harry reduced the heat on the stove and turned around in her grasp to face her. He took her head in both of his hands, forcing her to look at him when she spoke.

“‘S okay. It’s your choice. I didn’t mean t’ upset ye’.”

“No, H. It’s not okay,” she couldn’t stop the hormonal tears from pooling in her eyes and running down her cheeks that were still warm from the nap she’d taken, “I should have asked you what you wanted. It’s your baby too. I just wasn’t thinking. I don’t you to be mad at me.”

Harry wiped her tears away with the pads of his thumbs, hating to see her cry like this.

“I’m not mad at ye’, love. Just caught me off guard. I’m fine now. I’ll wait outside the delivery room if that’s what ye’ want.”

He really hoped that wasn’t what she wanted, but he knew it was the right thing to do. After a long pause of her collecting her breath and nuzzling into Harry’s soothing touch, she found her words once more.

“It’s not what I want. I want you there. Beside me. Holding my hand when our baby gets here.”

This time it was Harry that started to cry, though he didn’t let her see the salty tears fall becaues he burried his head into the crook of her neck and held her in the dimly lit kitchen they stood in. All she could hear were his sniffles and his rapidly beating heart through is chest.

“I love you,” Harry mumbled into her neck, tickling her sensitive skin.

“I love you, too. So fucking much, Harry,” she gave his abdomen a tight embrace before pulling back.

“But promise me you’ll still want me after you see the baby come out of me. I’ve seen it before and it is not pretty.”

Harry choked on his remaining tears as a laugh roared through his chest. He wiped the wetness from his face with the sleeve of his sweatshirt.

“’M only gonna want ye’ more after that. Promise,” Harry then raised his left pinky towards her in sincerity, the wedding band on his ring glimmering in the stovetop light.

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cordytriestowrite · 4 years

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Fight, Fight, Fight

Bucky x Reader

One Shot

College AU

Summary: I see your "there was only one bed" and raise you "there was only one shower" with a sprinkle of "enemies to...still enemies but also lovers"

Natasha Romanov slid Sam Wilson a glass of vodka. A literal glass of vodka. Filled almost to the brim with the strong, clear alcohol a few drops sailed over the rim and left a wet trail as the glass came to a stop.

"Drink."

Who was he to argue with a Russian about drinking? He took a large swallow, letting it burn down his throat and wash over the knot of nerves in his stomach.

"You have to say something, Sam. It's your house."

He nodded. Natasha was right. When he put up the flyers in the student union offering the spare bedrooms in the house he inherited from his grandfather he thought it'd be a win-win. He was in his senior year, about to graduate and in need of some cash flow: enter roommates. He thought it would be like living in the freshman dorms all over again, bonding with people like Steve and building lifelong friendships. But no, while the roommates individually were just fine, it was when they were together that brought Sam to sit at his dining room table practically chugging eight ounces of cheap vodka.

Natasha was nice enough to support him, maybe nice isn't the word, annoyed enough to help him. They had only just started dating after being introduced at Steve's birthday party two months ago, but she had been witness to too many squabbles, slammed doors, and sabotage.

"There's gonna be a civil war in this house in less than," Sam glanced at his phone, "ten minutes."

"That's why you drink.

Your books were heavy and kept slipping from your arms. You adjusted them as you walked but that adjustment would only work for a few minutes before you had to perform another juggling act. The house was only two blocks from campus, the air was cool and breezy, you were pretty sure you aced your civ test, but you were far from content, after all finals were only a month away.

Bucky was walking just in front of you, headphones blaring music that even you could hear. He held a single, slim textbook and a pencil in on hand and his phone in the other. That's why you were mad. Bucky insisted on walking home together after class, but you never actually walked home together. You worked hard in class while he coasted on through. And yet you knew you would both pass.

When you reached out to Sam about the open room in his house you were hopeful, optimistic even, about a new living situation that didn't involve sleeping two feet from someone else in a dorm room that was always too cold. Had you known Bucky Fuckin Barnes had also called up Sam you would have stayed huddled under your blankets with earplugs while your roommate had sex in the bed two feet away from you, loudly. Anything was better than being stuck with the guy in and out of classes, but it was too late.

You hit an uneven patch of concrete, stumbling and losing your hold on your textbooks. You growled in frustration as they tumbled to the ground, bending down to collect them. Every week, every fucking week, you had to carry four textbooks to and from class. Every week Bucky saw you carry four textbooks while he carried practically nothing. He never offered to help, not once.

"Hey asshole." You called, knowing Bucky wouldn't hear you over his music, but it felt good to yell.

"You could fucking stop and help me for once."

Bucky stopped and turned, he pulled an ear bud out of his ear and regarded you with a fake smile. He didn't move, didn't even raise his voice to match yours.

"Buy a backpack."

Sam's head shot up from the table top at the sound of the front door slamming open and hitting the wall. The house shook, or maybe that was just him. Natasha swiftly stomped toward the comotion, coming back in less than a minute with strong hands gripped onto the shoulder of both you and Bucky, who were still screaming.

"Backpacks were literally made to hold books-"

"Or you could just take one or two-"

"Why would I help yo-"

"QUIET!"

Natasha's sharp tone cut through the animosity between you as she pushed you into a chair opposite Sam. She walked Bucky to the chair at the far end and stood behind him, arms crossed and mouth tense.

"Sam." She prompted.

Sam sighed, wishing he was still face down on the table in blissful, drunk, silence. He took a deep breath, sparing a glance at his girlfriend before opening his mouth. He should have prepared something, but the booze had loosened his lips and now he was just coming out with it.

"I can't have it anymore. The fighting, the yelling...I'm done. I like you both and I'm sorry to do this but-"

"Sam, please don't say what I think you're going to say." You started.

"Dude, come on we're just-" Bucky spoke over you.

"You don't speak for me, Bucky."

"I'm just trying to apologize to Sam for your shitty behavior. Since you don't seem to want to do it."

"Bullshit, Barnes!"

Sam slammed his palms against the table top. He stood suddenly, a wave of dizziness sending the room into a tailspin. He closed his eyes, grit his teeth, and finally just said it.

"I want you out."

It was mid semester. Dorms were full and open rooms were few and far between. Sam agreed to give you both a week. It wasn't enough time, but between classes and homework at least you barely saw Bucky.

Wanda had found the apartment. Said it was good practice for when she got her real estate license. You couldn't pass up her help so you agreed to let her do some of the heavy lifting.

The place she found for you was on the other side of town. One bedroom, no washer or dryer, and on the fourth floor. The building was old too. Faded wallpaper and flickering lights lead you down the hallway towards the unit. The realtor had given you a code to the lockbox hanging from the doorknob, but the box was already hanging open. You were about to text Wanda when the door opened.

"Bucky?"

"Wait, you two are moving out...together?"

Sam shook his head in disbelief, hoping he just heard them wrong.

"Unfortunately." You grumbled, crossing your arms and glaring at Bucky.

Bucky glared right back, eyes hard and hands busy aggressively making a sandwich. He was getting mustard on the countertop, like usual.

"Okay, one of you can stay here and the other can take the apartment?"

Bucky, finished with his sandwich but leaving the counter dirty, joined you at the table and with his mouthful answered simply.

"Can't."

"Can't?" Sam echoed.

"I paid the first and last month's rent. I'm not trusting her to pay that back to me."

You nodded, "And it's my name on the application. I'm not risking him tanking my credit score when he doesn't pay rent."

You snatched the remaining half of Bucky's meal right out of his hands, taking a large bite, savoring Bucky's protest more than the actual food.

"God, who destroys a sandwich with this much mustard?"

"It wasnt your fucking sandwich! "

Sam could only watch as the conversation digressed into yet another fight. How you two were going to share a one bedroom was beyond him, but at least he would get some peace and quiet.

You woke up, not suddenly, but gradually with enough time to know it was still dark before your eyes even opened. You also knew you were cold and that your body was huddled too close to the edge of the mattress. Behind you there was a loud, sudden snort that made you finally open your eyes.

You were in fact at the edge of the mattress, your blankets nowhere on your person, and your phone screen showed the time to be 4:03 am. You turned, squinting against the fluorescent lights shining through the cracks in the blinds. Bucky was on his back, loud snores erupting from his open mouth, blankets bunched up around his body keeping him warm. He looked deep in sleep and that just wouldn't do.

With both hands gripped tightly on the comforter you yanked with all your might. You pulled and tugged until Bucky was completely bare, his exposed skin erupting in goosebumps. The snoring stopped, Bucky turned on his side, eyes still closed, to grope blindly for his missing warmth. You smiled ruefully and turned your back to him, enjoying the thrill of victory as you shut your eyes.

The mattress squeaked and rocked as Bucky flopped around like a fish out of water and suddenly your victory was stolen by a man who wasn't even conscious.

With a deep groan of resignation you turned over and dropped the comforter over Bucky's form, tucking the corner under his shoulder to trap in heat. Bucky exhaled deeply and settled into the covers. You turned your back to him again. Making sure the blankets were tucked under you as well.

Natasha didn't think Sam should be worrying about his old roommates as much as he was. But here they were out to dinner with Steve and Sam had barely said two words in as many minutes. Steve threw her a look, one that asked her to explain, but she only rolled her eyes and elbowed her boyfriend.

"Hm?

"I was asking how class was going, Sam." Steve gently reminded him. "But something tells me you got something other than finals on your mind."

Sam heaved a huge sigh.

"I can't stop thinking about them."

You vaguely remembered your alarm going off, but sleep dragged you back under as soon as you made the offensive noise stop. Next time you woke up there was much more appeal. The sun was soft, its rays warming your face. Your body was cocooned in a pleasant mix of skin and sheets. You hummed, turning into the warmth, breathing in the familiar scent of your bedmate. You couldn't even drum up irritation at the smell of his 3-n-1 shampoo.

Responsibility tickled your brain, urging you to untangle from Bucky and get ready for class. You did just that, albeit reluctantly, sitting up and grabbing your phone.

You overslept. Your final was in thirty minutes.

"Shit!" You hissed, jumping out of bed.

"Whatisit?" Bucky grumbled, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

"We missed our alarm. Civ final's in thirty minutes."

You pulled off your pajama bottoms, stepping out of the pool they made around your ankles. Bucky was up and out of bed by the time you pulled off your shirt.

"Fuck!"

On long legs he sprinted into the bathroom, but you were there to catch the door before he slammed it shut.

"What are you doing?"

You shoved your way through, pulling back the shower curtain and turning the knob. The room filled with the hiss of water and arguing.

"I've got to take a shower."

"Well so do I?"

"Does it look like I give a fuck?"

It was a race to get naked, to find yourself under the spray before the water could turn cold. You stepped into the tub, Bucky following suit. He closed the curtain, mouth still set in a hard frown.

"This is your fault."

You laughed, leaning your head back to wet your hair.

"Oh, is it? Maybe if I wasn't up half the night because of your snoring I wouldn't have missed my alarm!"

You switched places with Bucky once you were doused, letting him under the spray. He grabbed his 3-n-1 shampoo bottle and squeezed too much into his hand.

"I only snore because you insisted on taking your mattress."

"My mattress is the most expensive thing in this apartment."

"So you're just bad at spending money then?"

You glared at each other, silent as your fingers worked to clean your hair. Bucky did the same. The staring match raged on for a few breathless moments, until for the first time all morning Bucky's gaze drifted away from your face and down your naked body.

"Pervert!"

"I don't know why you're worrying." Steve said, watching his best friend flitter around the kitchen.

"I just want to know how they're doing." He explained, pulling the chicken from the oven.

"You know, Nat's right. This is crazy. Why am I supporting this?"

Sam had to agree. He felt crazy thinking about his old roommates so much. It's been six months. If one of them had killed the other he needed to know.

"I'm just checking in on my friends, Steve."

Bucky opened the door to Sam's place like he still lived there. You pulled on your joined hands, yanking him back a step to chide him.

"We're guests stupid. Knock."

"Knock, knock." Bucky called sarcastically, shooting you a smug look when Sam shouted "Come in!".

"You're rude." You grumbled.

"And you're a know-it-all." Bucky shot back without looking at you.

"I'm not-"

"Hey!" Sam greeted, voice a bit too loud, smile a bit too wide. His arms were open as if he was going to go for a hug but they hung suspended as his eyes found your joined hands.

"What's uhhhh, what's this?"

You and Bucky looked down at your interlaced fingers, then at each other, then back to Sam.

"We're together."

Sam's arms fall heavily to his sides, then up to run over his head as his chest swells.

"WHAT? How? What?!"

You and Bucky had made your way home to your one bedroom apartment, changing into your pajamas and you continued your squabble from the walk home.

"They poop in a box. It's disgusting!"

Bucky scoffed, leaving the room briefly and coming back with a glass of water that he sat down on your bedside table.

"We shit in a box too if you think about it. Just admit you aren't a cat person so we can break up and I can take the cat."

He crawled into bed, lifting up the blanket so you could join him. You stood there for a moment before relenting and crawling in next to him, tucking your head under his chin and throwing your leg over his hips.

"Whatever, I'm tired. We'll continue this in the shower tomorrow."

"This isn't over." Bucky warned before planting a kiss to your forehead. "Love you."

"Love you too, but we're not taking Steve's cat."

Bucky groaned, rolling on top of you.

"Cats are awesome, if you got your head out of your ass-"

"If you thought for more than two seconds about the responsibility-"

The bickering continued as you shed each other's clothes, putting a pause on fighting in favor of moving together. It's how most of your arguments ended and while most people, especially Sam, couldn't wrap their heads around that it was what worked for you and Bucky. So did the one bedroom apartment, the shower that ran out of hot water too fast, and the cat Bucky was going to sneak in before spring semester. It all somehow made sense.

Except the fucking cat, come on Bucky!

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scribeofmorpheus · 4 years

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Chasing Tornadoes {3/6}

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader

Series Warnings: poorly written medical procedural, mild delving into spirituality, language, overbearing egos, graphic descriptions of medical procedures. more warnings to be added. 18+ Generally, like my blog.

A/N: suprisingly, very little to warn about. blood splatter?

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“God, you’re insufferable!” You slammed your clipboard into Stephen’s chest, it was surprisingly firm in a subtle way. You swallowed.

Stephen grabbed your wrist, not tightly, but firm enough to lock you in his grasp. He tugged, you moved forward against your wishes.

“And you’re so goddamn stubborn,” he whispered.

You shook your head, “I can’t believe you went around my back and interfered with my patient! That wasn’t your call. If I wanted your help, I’d ask for it!”

Stephen inched you towards the wall, back pressed to the familiar hospital walls. “You and I both know, I was the more qualified to handle this one.”

Why is he being so blasé about all this? Your breath hitched when he moved in a little closer. Why is he so close?

“Steph—”

He cut you off, lips prompting a rise in euphoria as soon as they met yours. They were soft, supple. But there was a boldness beneath it. You whimpered, finding it strikingly good. Deliciously good. And then while your head spun and Stephen stole your breaths, your surroundings changed to the familiar navy blue of the OR.

You gasped and pushed Stephen softly, “How did we…?”

Stephen followed your gaze.

A group of surgeons, masked up and gloved up, were performing surgery on a banana. You stuttered, at a loss for words. Stephen shrugged, unphased and then moved his attention back to you. Lips a mere millimetre away.

You recoiled, “Stephen.”

“What?” He asked, somewhat disappointed.

You pointed your ring finger at the operating table, “The banana.”

“Oh, right,” He turned. “How’s our patient?”

A beeping noise sounded out. A fellow spoke: “He’s going into cardiac arrest.” The beeping stopped. “He’s gone.”

“I’m calling it, time of death—”

You were shaken from your sleep by the sudden reorientation. With a loud thud, you landed hard on your ass, the sheets tangling one foot.

You rubbed your eyes, vision coming back blurry and spotted, “What the hell kind of dream was that?” Your fingers trailed over your lips. Dry and chapped and sorely missing the softness of the dream. You groaned, in no mood to deal with some romance drama in the workplace.

You were roused from the floor by the sound of something breaking. With heavy eye-lids and noodle arms, you hoisted yourself up and walked towards the kitchen, the source of the sound.

Rich loam soil and four fragmented pieces of a flower pot lay scattered on the floor. A small root system was peeking out from under the stove; it belonged to a cactus. The last cactus you owned.

You groaned as your eyes trailed up to the former resting place of the now destroyed flower pot and saw Spike’s fat reptilian body trying to slink away.

“Oh no you don’t, you leathery cat,” you hopped over the mess on the floor and grabbed Spike. You held him close to your face so you could stare into his eyes. “What is it with you and cactuses?”

Spikes tongue slithered out then in again before he let out a whiny growl.

You rolled your eyes and scolded him, “If you keep this up I’ll put you up for adoption.” You clicked your tongue in annoyance as you opened up the balcony door and let Spike down next to the arbour. “You stay out here and think about what you’ve done while I make breakfast.”

Spike made another lazy growl before moving away from the door at a snail’s pace. You hastily swept up the soil from your wooden floors and set aside the broken ceramic pieces in case you wanted to use them for another DIY home decor project.

While you put together a fruit bowl for breakfast, you noticed you hadn’t checked your voicemail. As you squeezed out the last two drops of honey onto your breakfast, you listened absentmindedly to the voice messages while making a mental checklist.

“Hey, Y/N…” Teddy’s soft voice reminded you of a lounge singer who smoked too many cigarettes in between sets. The kind of swaggerful baritone that belonged to men like Frank Sinatra or Nat King Cole. Ironically, Teddy’s face matched the softness of his name more than it did his pitch in voice. “I sent a few messages but I suppose you were on shift. That tornado…messy stuff. My cousin is local fire department, she told me—”

Remember to pay Mr Eliopoulos for the takeout. Teddy’s voice dissolved into white noise as you chewed your food. Get some bills out the ATM to keep on hand.

The next message played after a beep and you weren’t the slightest bit sorry you didn’t fully catch the rest of Teddy’s message.

“Y/N, it’s Irene.” –You froze. For a second– “I don’t know if you deleted my number after the last time we talked or not so…Yeah. It’s Irene,” your sister’s voice was a startling surprise to hear. She sounded as lively as a doornail, probably all the hours spent banging her head instead of her gavel in the courtroom. Irene thrived in the city, even if she never looked fully awake in any of her social media posts. You didn’t care much for city life and its exhausting churn.

Remember to save Irene’s number. Again.

“Mum called me, frantic that you didn’t call or text to say you were okay. She watched the news. The tornado rattled her. Your phone was off the whole day. I had to clear a whole day’s worth of meetings because her angina was acting up.” Irene was rambling in her monotone.

Angina isn’t a disease.

Irene paused as if she’d heard what you’d thought. Then she took a breath. You could practically picture her working her jaw muscles as she fought the urge to get emotional. “Call mum.”

Call mum.

The distance between you and Irene wasn’t consolidated to the miles between your cities. Irene was prickly, like a cactus. Maybe that’s why you had so much trouble growing them. But she was also the only person on the I-95 highway who stopped to pick up a wounded iguana on her cross-country trip that winter you moved into your apartment. That iguana was Spike. That was also the first and last time Irene ever stepped foot in your apartment. And the second time you’d deleted her phone number.

“Or at the very least, post one of those disturbing pictures of Spike dressed in baby clothes,” Irene’s tone turned condescending. There was some chatted on her end of the line. “I’m needed in the chamber.”

No rush saving her number. You swallowed the last spoonful of food before dumping your bowl in the sink. Then you opened the balcony door to let Spike back in.

A third beep. Another message.

“Dr Y/N?” the voice on the other end of the line was now very familiar to you. For a second, you wondered if you were still dreaming. “Dr Stephen Strange. The relief. I got your number from the on-call sheet. Just letting you know I got the go ahead first thing this morning to prep for the transplant. I’ll be the chief surgeon on staff. Marcy is in the best hands. Literally. I’ll see you at work.”

Ask about the transplant. You head shot up so fast you were convinced it’d crack like an Indiana Jones style bullwhip. Transplant?

“Marcy…” you mumbled before rushing to get to the shower. Just then another message played. The last. On it, Mike told you he was on his way to pick you up and that you should do something, but you weren’t paying much attention at that point. You had less than five minutes before he arrived.

Your shower was cold and quick. About half-way through, you realised the conditioner was practically empty. No time to fully detangle your bed-head knots, you raked your fingers through and washed all the shampoo away, making sure to add a little styling crème so your hair wouldn’t look like frizzy from the summer humidity.

You made sure to grab your go-bag, keys and lock the balcony door before rushing out the door just as Mike pulled into the driveway.

Mike had dark circles under his eyes, wind tousled hair that was still damp in places and an outstretched hand dangling out the car window with a coffee flask waiting expectantly.

You grabbed it and hastily made your way to the passenger side.

“Thanks,” you said out of breath as you unscrewed the cap and took a swig. Mike looked at you with a perplexed expression. When no coffee touched your tongue it was your turn to look back at Mike with a similar expression. “It’s empty.”

Mike nodded, “I know it’s empty.”

“Why’d you give me an empty flask?”

“Because you were supposed to make the coffee.

“Then you should have told me to.”

“I did.”

“You didn’t.”

Mike stared at you with a knowing look for a second too long. He sighed, rubbing his red eyes, “You didn’t listen to the whole voice message did you?”

You opened your mouth to retort but then you realised Mike was right. You clicked your tongue, “We can stop by the café near the intersection.”

“You’re buying,” Mike put the car in drive while you tried your best to distract yourself from thinking about Marcy.

“Tell me something new.”

You got dressed into the maroon scrubs in the locker room. Your lanyard feeling particularly heavy that day. Maybe you weren’t as ready for today as you thought you were.

You had hoped and prayed to whatever constituted as a god on any particular day that Marcy would get a new lung. A healthy lung. And that she’d finally get to experience her youth, but now your hands wouldn’t stop shaking and your heart was so loud you wanted to scream just to shut it up.

But today was here and you only had the one heart, so you made a fist, took a long, deep breath and ran towards the OR.

Bach in C minor was playing over the sound of the heart-lung machine. There had been a slight pause when you walked into the OR mid-surgery, but everything continued without fail.

You knew, logically, that observing from the theatre was the right thing to do. The impartial thing to do. But this wasn’t any patient. This was Marcy. The girl you helped with her science homework that one weekend she came in for a check-up and stayed for a minor surgical procedure. The girl you watched rerun’s on cable TV with when you had the night shift. The girl you watched grow up.

Doctor Weisz was among the medical staff in the room. Strange didn’t bother looking away from Marcy’s open chest cavity.

“I don’t remember calling for a second pair of hands,” Strange said as if he was talking to himself. “Did you Doctor?”

Doctor Weisz’s words came out muffled behind her mask, “No.” She kept an impressive straight face. Come to think of it, you had never seen her smile. Or get angry. She was always professional. Even her haircut was a choice of convenience; short and slicked back.

You stepped out from behind Strange’s frame and moved in closer to Marcy. It was a little unsettling how normal she looked in a hospital gown with the elastic of her breathing mask drawing two red lines across her cheeks. The open chest cavity was different though. Unsightly.

Your fingers trembled, reaching out to hold her open palm lying flat on the table when the sudden loud beeping of the heart rate monitor shook you to action.

A squirt of blood sprayed out, turning the sterile blue operating gowns dark with plasma.

“She’s bleeding,” Strange noted as if reading a catalogue. “There’s too much scar tissue.”

“BP is dropping. Fast,” Mike said. You hadn’t even noticed him in the room.

“Clamps,” Doctor Weisz’s hand was stretched expectantly to the fellow behind her.

Your feet were glued in place, like a statue with open eyes that couldn’t look away, just watching. Your brain yelled at you to snap out of it, let your training take over, set your emotions to backburner. But none of it worked.

“Someone get her out of my OR!” Strange’s composure shifted for the first time. It was then that you noticed your hand was holding tightly onto Marcy’s.

Just as Strange instructed, someone grabbed your hand and pulled towards the doors. Once you were out in the bright hallway you realised it was Mike.

In the last couple of hours, you had treated a kid with tonsillitis, a man with a hangnail and one skateboarder with a concussion.

Why’d today have to be a slow day?

You sighed as you flipped through a medical chart Arlene had handed over for a second pair of eyes to go over.

“You said she came in with a fever?”

Arlene stammered before straightening her spine, “Y-yes.”

You kept quiet for a few seconds, waiting for Arlene to jump on cue and finish telling you the symptoms. She didn’t.

“Arlene?”

“Yes?” She looked up, big eyes fully attentive. Her innocence was endearing, but if not grown out of, it’d be a hindrance in this profession.

“This is usually when you fill me in.”

“Oh, right,” she fumbled with her chart. “Uh…loss of appetite, abdominal cramps and joint paint.”

“What’s your diagnosis?” You looked up at the wall clock, watching the hands tick.

Arlene fidgeted, “M-my diagnosis? I um…” She wiped her forehead as if there was sweat on it. “Cramps, fever and joint pain could be…stomach flu?”

“Viral gastroenteritis, yes,” you agreed with her diagnosis. “Treatment?”

Arlene was getting more confident, “Rehydration Solution, anti-viral—”

“Good, do it,” You excused yourself when you spotted Mike walking down the hall. The surgery was done.

“Mike!” You caught his attention. “So…how’d it go?”

Mike tried to miss eye contact, “She’s stable. Transplant wrapped up okay.”

“Something’s wrong, isn’t it?”

“No, no, nothing like that,” Mike rushed to place his hands on your elbows. “Marcy’s fine, taking well to the lung. She’s on assisted breathing until the rupture heals and the pressure is relieved on her muscles. She will have to stay in Recovery for longer but she’ll pull through.”

You laughed, a bright smile beaming over your face, “Then what’s the issue?”

Mike bit his lip, “Strange recommended to Weisz that you be put on probation for the time being.

Anger rushed unexpectedly, “What?”

Stephen suddenly appeared down the hallway. You marched over to him. He looked at you, expecting your oncoming aggression.

“You recommended I be put on probation?” You folded your arms to seem imposing.

Stephen glanced knowingly at Mike. Mike shrugged before disappearing into the lounge.

“God, you’re insufferable!” You flashed back to your dream and now you were confused as to what exactly you should be feeling.

“And if today is any indication, you’re too emotional,” he said softly.

You baulked, feeling insulted, “Too emotional?”

He rubbed his neck, “I told you about the operation out of professional courtesy. You had no right to barge into my OR and distract from the procedure. You put a bad foot forward, unprofessional. Weisz agreed. I suggested temporary probation to prevent Weisz from dealing a worse blow.”

You scoffed, “So you were helping me, is that it?”

“Yes,” he sounded on edge. “You’re too raw to be working right now. If I was your superior, I wouldn’t be assured that you could competently manage the rigorous expectations of the workplace.”

“Unbelievable, you really do walk around thinking you know everything, that your word is final. Mike was right, you have no reason to overstep your boundaries. You’re the relief, not my boss,” You threw your arms up in the air, ignoring the other residents listening in.

Stephen sighed, pushing passed you, ending the argument prematurely.¨

“Where are you going?” You demanded, following in stride.

“To get a drink,” he pressed his eyelids. “If you insist on still handing me my ass, you are welcome to join.”

You stalled for a second then decided to continue your squabble.

To be continued...

#stephen strange #doctor strange #stephen strange imagine #doctor strange x reader #marvel imagine #stephen strange x reader #reader insert #stephen strange x y/n

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lovemesomesurveys · 3 years

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[created by: --ranboweyes--]

1.] What age is your youngest aunt? She’s in her mid 40s.

2.] Do you miss someone right now? I’ll always miss my loved ones who have passed away.

3.] What can you see to the Northwest to you? My bookshelf.

4.] Do you like bowling? Nah, not my thing.

5.] Can you pronounce Italian words? Yeah, some. I don’t know a lot of Italian.

6.] Do you prefer black or beige colored jackets? Black.

7.] Do you own a hoodie? I own many hoodies.

8.] Do you like roasting marshmallows on a bonfire? I’ve actually only done that once. Whenever I’ve made s’mores I just did it in the microwave.

9.] Do you like cheesy puffs? Yeah.

10.] What's your name without vowels? Stphn.

11.] How many layers of clothing are you wearing? I’m wearing a shirt, leggings, socks, and undergarments.

12.] When was the last time you got a takeaway? What did you have? Friday night I got Wingstop.

13.] If you could climb any mountain or range which would you chose? Uh, I wouldn’t. I can’t even if I desired to.

14.] Do you alphabetically arrange anything in your room? What? No.

15.] Have you ever visited fat-pie.com? I’ve never even heard of that.

16.] Do you prefer sweet or sour fruits? Sweet. I don’t like sour stuff.

17.] Do you like Flo Rida? Which song of his? I liked some of his songs. I haven’t heard any in awhile, though.

18.] How's your dancing skills? I don’t have any dancing skills.

19.] What is your favorite number? 8 is my favorite number.

20.] Describe your best friend to me? She’s funny, sarcastic, hardworking, outgoing, smart, loves to read, loves to watch the ID channel.

21.] What is your favorite alcoholic drink? None.

22.] Do you do any sports or have you done any sport professionally? Nope.

23.] What is your ringtone? Something generic that came with the phone. <<<

24.] Do you like chili flavored chips/crisps? I loved spicy chips and all things spicy, but I can’t eat spicy foods anymore. :(

25.] Do you curl or straighten your hair? I don’t do anything with it.

26.] What's the nicest smell of shampoo? Coconut is always nice. And ones like Herbal Essence.

27.] What smell turns you on? How about turns you off? I don’t get turned on by any smell, but BO, shit, vomit, old food, garbage... stuff like that are definitely turn offs.

28.] Whose your favorite comedian? I don’t have one.

29.] RnB or Reggae? R & B.

30.] What brand of batteries do you usually get? Energizer.

31.] Are any of your friends pregnant or have kids? I don’t have any friends, but just about everyone on my Facebook has kids.

32.] What is in your medicine cabinet? We don’t have an actual medicine cabinet, but we have a medicine drawer which has, well, medicine. It has our prescription meds, vitamins, cold medicines, upset stomach medicines, headache medicine, pain medicine.... it’s a pharmacy in there.

33.] What's your favorite aspect of the natural world? The ocean.

34.] What's your favorite man made thing? Uhh, there’s so many things.

35.] Can you whistle properly? I can’t whistle, I just blow out air.

36.] What song do you think is the most widely heard in the world? Check the top charts and see.

37.] Where's the strangest place a fast food restaurant was located? I can’t think of anywhere strange that I’ve seen a fast food restaurant.

38.] What countries surround your country? Or are you not land locked? Canada is the first one that comes to mind. And Mexico. <<<

39.] Do you own binoculars or nonoculars? What do you use them for? I don’t have a pair of binoculars.

40.] Do you ever wish you had a telescope on the roof or attic to stargaze? That would be neat.

41.] What's your favorite chocolate bar? White chocolate.

42.] Do you fall asleep easy in cars? How about planes, trains and boats? It takes me awhile, but sometimes I can get a decent nap. I’ve never slept on a plane, train, or boat.

43.] Would you rather live a year of your life in every major country or stay in the same place you live forever without vacations? I definitely wouldn’t want to never travel, that would suck. I don’t know if I’d want to do major moves like that for a year, either. If I had to choose I’d choose that though cause I definitely want to be able to travel.

44.] What will you not tolerate in a person? Someone who’s being obnoxious and rude.

45.] Do you forgive others easier or yourself? Why is this? I can forgive others a lot easier than I can myself. I’m waaaaay harder and unforgiving with myself. :/

46.] How was God made, if he exists? God always was and always is.

47.] Have you ever done aqua aerobics or polo? Nope.

48.] What age were you when you learned how to swim? I never learned, I’ve always had to use an inner tube.

49.] What shows or characters scared you as a child? I used to be scared of Ghostface from Scream when I was a kid. I had a reoccurring nightmare of being chased by him. I love the Scream movies now, though.

50.] Do you stay up all night on New Years Eve/Day or go to bed after 12am? I’m up all night everyday.

51.] What's currently in your fridge? Food.

52.] How about your freezer? More food.

53.] What could you be doing now that is more productive? It’s 12:47AM, this is what I want to be doing right now.

54.] Give me some lyrics from the song that's stuck in your head? There isn’t one at the moment.

55.] What's your favorite type of firework? I don’t know what the different types are, but I think they’re all visually appealing. I just wish they weren’t so damn loud.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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gossipchii · 5 years

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Just two beers

FF.net: here

Characters: Yagami Taichi, Ishida Yamato.

Pairing: Taiyama-ish

Words: 1500+

Notes: Happy Odaiba Day!!! I know I could’ve written something cute and cheesy to commemorate this special day, but as soon as we confirmed Taichi and Yamato grab a drink from now to then, I had to write about it.

Plus they made me do it in Twitter, not my fault.

Enjoy!

Taichi, your flight to New York leaves at 7 am. This is not a good idea. As soon as Yamato saw Taichi had texted him, he knew exactly what he was going to propose. And his liver wasn’t in the mood for those kinds of proposals.

But we haven’t celebrated my birthday yet. He rolled his eyes, this was so typical of his brunette friend.

… We celebrated your birthday for an entire week.

I meant YOU and I. Sora can come too. On Yamato’s birthday the two of them ended up celebrating because originally Yamato hadn’t felt like going out at all, but Taichi had set up a trap for him. His liver hadn’t forgiven him entirely for that night.

You know Sora wakes up super early on Thursdays, you should follow her good example and NOT go out when you must be at 4am at Narita.

P L E A S E. It’ll be just one or two beers, I promise. Yamato knew damn well it wasn’t going to be just two beers.

I don’t believe you, they’re never chill plans lately.

I promise it on the Courage Crest. But he also knew Taichi was stubborn as hell, and he wouldn’t shut up until he accepted to go out.

Fine, I’ll see you at 10.

YOU WON’T REGRET IT.

It was 10pm sharp and Yamato was already seated on the same spot he always sat at their favorite Pub. Taichi and him had run into that place by accident, and since the first time they went there they barely ever went out anywhere else. Except, of course, on Yamato’s previous birthday.

“I’m not late, I’m not late!!! I swear to God I’m not late!” Taichi sprinted through the door, but it was a minute after 10pm, which meant he was late.

“What do we say, Hideki? Is he late?” Hideki was their typical barman, a man in his mid-thirties who refused to grow up. They loved him.

“A minute after 10pm isn’t 10pm. First round’s on Taichi!” They had made a bet that whoever was later paid the first round. So far, Yamato hadn’t paid a single round.

“Man, you guys are awful. In some countries it’s considered normal arriving a little late. It’s even rude to be on time, did you guys know that?”

“Don’t try to use your international knowledge against me, Taichi. I’ve been to Mexico, remember?” Taichi rolled his eyes, Yamato grinned victoriously.

“Three Pilsners, Hideki. Tonight, you’re drinking with us.”

“Why is it that you guys are here, anyway? Your usual nights are Saturdays.” The three boys cheered before giving the first sip to the beer, which was, of course, the best one.

“Taichi leaves for New York tomorrow at 7am, hence why we’re only having two beers tonight. Right, Yagami?” Taichi and the bartender looked at each other before exploding in laughter.

“Last time I heard that was on…”

“My birthday, I know, I know. But I won’t forgive myself if Taichi misses his flight. Sora would end up killing me as well. It’s just not a good idea to end up how we did on my birthday.”

“But we’re also celebrating my birthday tonight, remember?” Taichi tended to do a certain face whenever he wanted to get something specific. Yamato had no idea if he had learned to do that in one of his classes, but dang it worked.

“Didn’t you celebrate your birthday for like a week?” Hideki got a glare as an answer, “I guess a week is not enough, the second round’s on me.”

As Yamato had expected, that night didn’t consist of two beers only. Taichi tended to get louder the drunker he got, and Yamato less stressed about consequences, which was a bad match because Taichi suggested something, and Yamato was less likely to deny it.

Taichi began telling the other common costumers of the bar that it was his birthday, and Yamato confirmed the statement even if his birthday had been almost two weeks ago. The two beers they had promised turned into six, and a couple of shots in between.

“It’s 2am, guys. It’s been fun but we must close the bar,” Hideki mentioned.

“Did you just s-say it was 2am?” Taichi was half asleep, half awake, holding onto Yamato’s shoulder to stand still.

“TWO AM?” Yamato looked terrified as he realized Taichi had to be in the airport in a little over two hours, and his luggage was still in his apartment. Suddenly he imagined how mad Sora would be if Taichi missed his flight and he had been involved in that, and it was real mad.

“I meet the United Nations Secretary General tomorrow, cool.” Taichi was one of those drunk people that would easily fall asleep anywhere when they had drunk a little too much, and he was currently in that stage. Yamato had no idea how he was going to get a cleaner version of Taichi safe and sound to Narita in two hours, but he suddenly didn’t feel as drunk anymore.

“He should be awake, he’s going to kill me, but I have no choice.” Taichi was full asleep as soon as they left the bar, Yamato was sweating cold, hearing a loud tick tock inside his head. “Please answer, please answer, please answer…” The beeping noise of the phone ringing lasted more than Yamato would have wanted, but nevertheless his friend’s voice appeared on the other side of the line.

“Yamato? It’s 2am,” Koushiro tended to stay up at weird times of the day. He didn’t really care about missing some of his classes because he had more important things to do – like running his own company.

“Yes Koushiro, thank you for stating the obvious!” Yamato noticed he needed to calm down and how his words were eating each other. Maybe he was still drunk. “I’m sorry. I need help.”

“What happened?” Yamato explained the whole situation as short and concrete as he could. “I’ll be right there, do not move.”

Fifteen minutes had gone by when Yamato finally saw Koushiro’s red head on the horizon. Everything felt better, he didn’t even care about Taichi’s heavy head on his shoulder any longer, until he saw two redheads instead of one.

“I can’t believe you fell for his face, again!” Sora was mad, like really mad, just as he expected. But she didn’t hesitate one bit in helping Yamato stand up and hold Taichi. “Here’s the plan, we’re going to Taichi’s apartment and while you and Koushiro help him take a shower…”

As soon as both boys wanted to complain, they ate their words when they saw the look on Sora’s face, “… I’ll pack everything Taichi needs in his luggage. I’m damn sure he didn’t pack at all. GOD, he meets one of the most important people in this planet tomorrow and you both decide it’s a good idea having a drink.”

Yamato could swear Sora’s face was as red as her hair, even in the dark of the night sky. As much as he didn’t like seeing her angry, he couldn’t thank Koushiro enough for calling her.

“At least Taichi’s apartment is nearby…” Yamato whispered.

“At least.”

Helping a drunk Taichi shower was quite an experience for Yamato and Koushiro. It was not the first time they had seen him naked, but it was the first time in a while. No matter the water on his face, Taichi was struggling on staying awake, which made both his friends scream with laughter.

“I’m fine, I’m fine I can s-shower by myself!” Taichi swore, right before falling asleep again.

“You really need to cut your hair, how much do you spend on shampoo on a monthly basis?”

“Are you seriously asking that question?” Koushiro was astonished.

“Good point.”

“IT’S TIME TO LEAVE!” They had been showering Taichi for less than fifteen minutes and that was enough time for Sora to pack for the two weeks Taichi was going to stay in New York.

They decided an Uber would be a better idea than using the metro considering the brunette’s current state – even if he was notably better after the shower. They used Taichi’s credit card to pay for it, of course. Sora was so nervous they wouldn’t let Taichi into the plane because of the alcohol, but by the time they arrived at Narita, he just seemed sleepy.

“I owe you guys,” Taichi said right before going through security.

“You sure do!” they all replied.

Thirteen hours later, and a text message appeared on Yamato’s phone, again.

That was the worst experience of my life. I went from still being drunk to hangover, ALL IN ONE FLIGHT. Yamato couldn’t help but laugh. Sure, he was also a little hangover, but at least he got to sleep in his bed.

Did you throw up?

Hell, yeah, I did. I had to pretend I was dizzy. Remind me not to do this ever again.

Sora will never let me do it, don’t worry. Good luck meeting Ban Ki-moon.

Thank you, I’m quite nervous.

You’ll be fine, just be yourself, but less idiot. Happy birthday, baka.

#digimon adventure #digimon adventure last evolution #odaiba day #taiyama #taichi yagami #yamato ishida #odaiba memorial day #fanfic #fanfiction

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fanatic1997 · 6 years

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Wedding Dress

Summary: Peter receives an invite to your wedding. He remembers the day you left him 2 years ago and he feels an utter loss because he still loves you. What will he do on the day of your wedding, when he sees you in your wedding dress ready to marry someone else?

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 2967

Warnings: Lots of Angst

Peter is aged here. This story is based on the the song “Wedding Dress” by Taeyang. Also picture is not mine.

Peter got out of the car after receiving a thumbs up and a sad smile from Happy before walking up the steps to the the church. The cloudy skies above him matched his mood and he was glad he had brought his umbrella with him. He looked down at the invitation again, feeling his gut twist. Your name was bolded at the top along with your fiancé’s inviting him to your wedding. He felt his jealousy pit at his stomach again but it wasn’t anywhere close to what it was when he had first received the invite.

The day he had received the invitation in the mail, he had thrown the nearest thing to him. The vase had shattered splendidly. Unfortunately, that had been a very expensive vase that Mr. Stark had decorated the common area with. After his anger had subsided, he had dropped to the middle of the floor letting tears stream down his face, arms around his knees feeling his heart shattering much like the vase.

That’s how Tony had found him.

“Hey Kid, what happened to my vase? I don’t have many rules but destroying my artwork really upsets Pepper,” he said carrying a piece of the broken artwork. Tony stopped mid stride, seeing Peter sob into his hands. Tony put the piece he had in his hands down and approached Peter awkwardly. He considered calling Pepper or even Happy since consoling someone had never been his forte but they were out of town unfortunately.

“I’m sorry Mr. Stark. I’ll pay you back for it,” Peter’s muffled voice said, rapidly wiping his tears away so his mentor wouldn’t see them.

Tony laughed, “Kid, that’s a $100,000 vase, I don’t think you will ever pay me back for it.” Tony’s joke didn’t cheer up Peter like he had wanted, instead, it had only made him more upset.

“Look, I’ll forget about the vase if you tell me what’s up?” Tony awkwardly squatted down in front of Peter. He accidently sat on something that he heard crinkle and he finally noticed the slightly bent wedding invitation that was underneath him. He inhaled sharply, now fully understanding the situation before him.

“Mr. Stark, she’s getting married. I listened to you, Mr. Stark. I listened and gave her space like you told me to. But she didn’t come back.” Tony’s chest tightened seeing Peter visibly break down in front of him. “I don’t know what to do.”

Tony swallowed feeling guilty for thinking that Peter would be able to forget about you easily. Tony had never had a steady relationship until Pepper, let alone at Peter’s age, so it came as a surprise that even after two years of walking away, Peter still loved you.

All Tony could do was awkwardly pat Peter on the back but he knew there was no tinkering he could do to fix this. Even with all his money and influence, Tony Stark wouldn’t be able to make you come back to Peter.

That had been 3 months ago and today was the day Peter would watch you walk down the aisle and out of his life for good. He had initially thought that he could remain friends with you but it would be too painful knowing that you belonged to someone else and so he had prepared himself to say goodbye to you today.

Peter straightened out his bow tie nervously and looked down at his watch again. He sat uncomfortably between two old women that he assumed were from the groom's side since he had never met them. The wedding was supposed to start in fifteen minutes and the groom had already made his entrance into the room, receiving a lot of high fives from his groomsmen. Peter clenched his teeth feeling his jealousy rear its ugly head again.

The old woman to Peter’s left was very chatty and it didn’t help his nerves. The woman pulled out an old flip phone and asked Peter to help her navigate to her pictures. Peter regretting helping her after she started showing him pictures of her cat. “These gadgets these days are so nifty aren’t they? Oooooohh this one is good one, she was being extra sassy that day.” The old women laughed, pointing out an obese white cat surrounded by torn up pieces of toilet paper littering around her. After what felt like the 100th photo of her cat in the same pose, Peter politely excused himself to the restroom to wait out the remaining ten minutes before your grand entrance.

He saw a couple of bridesmaids already lining themselves up behind the double set of doors. He could feel his heart clench and he felt a solid knot in his throat from his unshed tears. He didn’t think he could make it through the ceremony anymore, his bravery slipping away from him slowly as he watched your father slowly approach the line of bridesmaids to get ready to walk you down the aisle to a man that wasn’t him.

He looked away quickly so your father wouldn’t see him. He didn’t have the heart to face him and he didn’t trust himself to look your father in the eye and say that he was totally ok with you marrying someone else.

He swallowed, noticing a straggling bridesmaid exiting a room off toward the left of the lobby area of the church. He was sure that’s where you were. He thought he could at least step in and say hello and tell you he was happy for you before he left the church. What he didn’t admit to himself was that he felt a desperate need to see you and talk to you before you were officially someone else's.

Peter looked over his shoulder, making sure nobody was looking and then grabbed the doorknob ready to open the door that led to you when all of a sudden it was swung open by one last bridesmaid. Peter bit his cheek, staring at the eyes of your best friend. He felt his ears turn pink when the maid of honor gave him a knowing look seeming to have read him like an open book.

“Hey Brooke,” Peter waved awkwardly. He saw Brooke look over her shoulder at something and then looked back at him.

“She’s in there,” Brooke whispered, moving to make room for Peter to come in. “Maybe she’ll listen to you.” Brooke sighed and patted Peter on the back and walked out of the room, leaving Peter alone with you.

You wringed your hands in front of the mirror. The hairstylist had done a good job and your mom had chosen a great dress but you just didn’t feel right. Your nerves were just getting to you, you reasoned.

You saw a face standing over your shoulder in the mirror and you turned quickly, having recognized it immediately.

You gasped, seeing Peter for the first time in 2 years. You didn’t think he would come. He looked more mature and just slightly taller. You noticed the expensive tuxedo he wore that fit him like a glove, no doubt compliments of Tony Stark. You didn’t miss the way Peter’s eyes mimicked yours and scanned over your frame.

“You look beautiful, y/n/n,” Peter said with a sad smile. His hands were tucked into his pockets and he walked toward you slowly.

You grimaced. Peter knew full blown that you hated ball gowns.

“I didn’t think you would come,” you breathed. The invitation had been sent on a whim. You had felt low one day, after your fiancé had hated the flowers you had picked for the centerpieces and your bouquet. You had chosen sunflowers because they had always been your favorite. But you had given in and changed them. And now Peter was standing in front of you, giving you the same, shy smile as the one he gave you the first time you two had met when he had shared his umbrella with you.

Peter picked up your bouquet from the side table and looked at the roses. “You hate roses” he stated flatly.

“But Nathan likes them,” you said simply. Peter looked back up at you, searching your face for something.

“I wouldn’t have made you change your flowers,” Peter stated, plucking a petal from one of the roses.

“Peter, I have to go, I have 5 minutes to make my entrance,” you rushed out but you didn’t dare move, not when Peter had decided to close the space between you two. The scent of his favorite shampoo engulfed you and it reminded you of how much you missed running your fingers through his messy hair.

“How did we get here?” You inhaled sharply feeling Peter tuck a strand of hair that had fallen out of your updo behind your ear. His fingers had ghosted across your cheek and you felt a swirl of emotions erupt in the pit of your stomach.

“Why didn’t you come back, y/n.” You swallowed, looking into Peter’s brown eyes. You recognized the pain he felt hidden in his eyes because it was reflected in yours.

“Peter I can’t do this right now,” you sighed, walking toward the door and out of his reach but you stopped dead in your tracks when Peter said, “I still love you, you know.” Your heart stopped for a second and you stared down at your bouquet of roses, feeling regret wash over you, replacing the nerves you had felt before.

“I think I always will. It’s been two years and my feelings haven’t changed. I feel the same way I felt that stormy night that had cut my patrol short. The same night I met you. Who would have thought I’d meet my soul mate under an umbrella?”

You turned around, tears prickling at your eyes. You regretted walking out on him now. You could still hear his his screams for you to not go, to not leave him, but you had ignored him and continued your march out of Avengers tower and into the awaiting taxi.

You had been so angry at him for coming back bloodied and bruised from yet another mission. You had begged him to not go in the first place. It had been so soon after his last mission that had gone south and had left him in coma for two months in Shuri’s lab. Two months of pure agony and prayers that wished for whatever higher being there was in the world to give you back your Peter.

But Peter had reasoned with you that he would be extra careful this time and Mr. Stark had taken all precautions to ensure nothing like the last mission would happen again. But he had come back with broken bones and several cuts and you couldn’t take it anymore. You couldn’t take the pain of being with him anymore, it was too much and you were only human. You weren’t a superhero like him and you needed out.

So you had walked away from him, walked away from the pain of uncertainty. You had ignored all of Peter’s cries and protests and now you felt regret wash over you because you knew you still loved him too.

“Look at me y/n and tell me you don’t love me anymore.” You swallowed but you couldn’t get rid of the knot in your throat as you slowly turned to face Peter. “Tell me that you don’t love me and I’ll walk out of this church and I’ll leave you alone forever.” A lone tear streaked down Peter’s face but he didn’t bother wiping it away. He was done hiding his feelings from you, it was now or never and he was damned if he didn’t take his chance and make the same mistake he made 2 years ago in letting you go without a proper fight.

“Why now Peter? Why didn’t you call me months ago or even when I sent you that invitation?” You felt the tears you had been holding back finally fall down onto your cheeks. “I sent you that invitation so you had my new address on the whim that you would come for me but you never did,” you laughed but you tasted the bitterness in your tone. “You never once called me after I left. It hurt to think that you had gotten over me so quickly Peter, you didn’t even chase after me.” Your vision blurred with the tears that were now let free.

“I thought that was what you wanted. I thought you needed space, I thought you wanted space y/n,” you hadn’t noticed Peter near you until you felt his thumb slowly wipe away your tears from your cheek. “I thought that when you were ready, you would come back.” Peter inched even closer to you, allowing his presence to envelope you like a familiar blanket. He scanned your entire face, taking in all the familiar curves and edges that he missed so much and had taken for granted. His gaze stopped for a second, seeing a familiar chain around your neck.

Peter touched the necklace you wore, finally being close enough to recognize the spider pendant he had given you all those years ago.

That small pendant allowed hope to erupt inside him “you’re still wearing it, even now, you’re wearing it on your wedding day.” Peter couldn’t help the small hopeful smile that grew on his lips.

“I couldn’t bring myself to take it off,” you muttered slowly, noticing the way Peter eyes had flicked down to your mouth. You saw him slowly start to lean in, eyes fixed on your lips and you knew that with one simple kiss, this whole sham wedding would be over. You wouldn’t be able to resist your feelings anymore and you would be his again.

Just as you were close enough to feel his breath on your lips, you two heard a knock at the door that made you guys jump away from each other.

“Is everything ok, sweetheart? You’re supposed to make your entrance soon. I can let them know you need a little extra time if you want.” You heard the muffled voice of your father outside the door and reality came crashing in. How could you leave Nathan like this? How could you face your family and tell them that the wedding was off because the love of your life had returned? How could you face Nathan and tell him that he had been a placeholder for Peter this whole time?

Peter could see the guilt rush into your eyes and he felt his small window of opportunity shutting to a close quickly and he pulled you against his chest. “Tell me you don’t love me and I’ll leave,” he whispered, feeling your sobs against his chest, knowing that you were torn between doing what you wanted and what was expected out of you.

“Peter, I have to go, I have to do what’s right.” You pushed against Peter’s chest and quickly wiped your tears from your face. Peter watched you grab your bouquet of roses and rush out of the room.

Peter inhaled sharply, reigning in his emotions after getting your final answer. He then walked out of the room and out of the church.

Peter felt empty. He could feel the rain soaking him but he couldn’t bring himself to care enough to open up his umbrella. He hadn’t bothered calling Happy for a ride back to the tower, he wanted to walk even if he got soaked. He needed to get his thoughts in order and he needed to compose himself before Mr. Stark saw him. He didn’t want Mr. Stark to feel guilty for having given him poor advice.

Just as Peter was rounding the corner of the street that the church was on, he heard a familiar, breathless voice yell his name. He stopped and turned quickly to see you running down the street after him, wedding dress hiked up to reveal your bare feet, having ditched the heels long ago to chase him down properly. You had wondered where he had gone after you rushed out of the room to tell you’re your father that you couldn’t go through with the wedding.

Brooke, your maid of honor overheard you. “Oh thank God! Don’t worry I’ll take care of everything, y/n. Now go chase after Peter, I just saw him leave! And don’t come back here unless you’re marrying the right guy this time.” Brooke practically pushed you out of the church. “And take off those blasted heels so you can catch up to to him”

You finally reached Peter and he could see you getting soaked like him from the rain and your pretty updo had come undone from your sprint but you didn’t care.

Once you caught your breath, you stood on your tippy toes and placed your lips onto Peter before your courage left you. It took Peter a second to respond but when he did, you felt the air from your lungs escape when he pulled you in tightly to his chest. His grip on you was clear, he wasn’t letting you go. He kissed you deeply, only ending the kiss when you two desperately needed air.

“I love you Peter Parker and I love Spiderman too,” you whispered, leaning your forehead against his. You saw Peter’s eyes light up and he smiled knowing that you had finally accepted all aspects of his job, including the dangers of being a superhero.

“I’m sorry I didn’t open this up sooner,” Peter smiled, capturing your lips with his once again. He held your chin gently with one hand and held the umbrella over your head with the other.

The same umbrella from years ago.

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Ties in Blood -- Chapter 21

Here’s chapter 21, which wraps up season 2 and maybe tying into one of my early drabbles.

@mrswhozeewhatsis @percussiongirl2017 @winchestergirl-13 @impala-dreamer @squirrelnotsam @optimisticpeacecollector5

Chapter 21

Aaliyah stepped out of the bathroom, feeling a little better after washing off some of the mud. Bobby offered Dean some chicken, which was refused. The fried food had some appeal to her, but even she passed up on it. She shifted her eyes between the two as Bobby suggested first burying Sam, then giving him a Hunter’s Funeral.

“Something big’s going down,” Bobby said, finally getting Aaliyah’s attention. “End of the world big.”

“Then let it end,” Dean shouted.

“You don’t mean that,” Bobby replied.

“You don’t think so? Huh?” Dean pushed himself from sitting on the bed to his feet. “You don’t think I’ve paid enough? Given enough? I’m done with it. All of it. And if you know what’s good for you, turn around and get the hell outta here.”

Aaliyah looked over to Bobby and took his lead. She grabbed her bag and headed for the door while giving Dean a small smile. “Keep my number.” Aaliyah knew better than to argue with Dean. She stepped out of the motel room and closed the door behind her. “I’m worried about him, Bobby.”

“I am too, kid,” Bobby said. “You get ahold of any hunters you know. We’re gonna need all the help we can get. Come on back to my place. We’ll figure something out.”

***

“Yeah, I know it’s late, Xander,” Aaliyah countered. “Things are …. Getting messy here and we’re gonna need help.”

“So you expect me to dump the vamp case and come help … with what exactly?”

Aaliyah glanced over to Bobby who was prepping something. “The Yellow Eyed Demon. We’re so close, Xander.”

“I’ll be that way when I get the vamp,” he told her. “I should be that way come dawn.”

Aaliyah made a noise before ending the call. She squeezed her hand around it while contemplating the thought of throwing it across the room.

“Not so good?”

Aaliyah sighed. “Amanda’s busy dealing with demons in New York. Nissa and Leo are off dealing with a pack of werewolves in Texas. I half expect those to be Chupacabras. And Xander’s got a vamp to deal with. He claims to be on his way when dawn comes around.” She walked into the kitchen, putting the phone on the table, and went to pull a beer from the fridge.

“Go get a shower first,” Bobby told her. “And some shut eye.”

“I’m fine on sleep.” Aaliyah closed the fridge without grabbing a beer. “But a shower sounds nice.” She found her clothes bag and pulled out some clean clothes before dumping the rest into the washer.

Alone in the bathroom, Aaliyah double checked to make sure the door was closed and locked. With the water running, she stripped off the clothes she had worn since the Michigan asylum and dumped each piece in a pile. Something caught her eye in the mirror. Her eyes narrowed as her eyes shifted their focus as if they were glazed over. In her sleep deprived state, Aaliyah swore it was a trick of the light. The light reflected in the mirror showed a shadow on the wall behind her. The shadow didn’t match the outline of her pale body. It seemed to be more like angel wings.

Shaking her head, Aaliyah rubbed her eyes and stepped into the shower. The dirt and dried caked mud washed off her body and down the drain. She worked the shampoo and conditioner through her hair, keeping the conditioner in while she worked through the grim on her body. Finally free of the dirt from the past few days, Aaliyah washed off the conditioner and soap. Drying off and dressing, she headed downstairs to see Sam and Dean were in the main room talking with Bobby. Stopped in confusion, Aaliyah attempted to mentally trace back the past several hours to figure out how Sam was walking and talking.

“Wyoming?” Dean questioned, his voice breaking into Aaliyah’s thought process.

“Yeah,” Bobby answered. “That one area’s clean – spotless. Almost as if…”

Aaliyah crossed over and looked at the spot on the map Bobby pointed out.

“What?” Sam asked.

“Demons are surrounding it,” Bobby said.

“But you don’t know why?” Dean asked.

“No, but my eyes are swimming,” Bobby said. “Sam, would you take a look at it? Maybe you could catch something.”

“Yeah, sure,” Sam said.

“Come on, Dean, Aaliyah,” Bobby said. “I got some books out in the truck.”

“Sure,” Aaliyah said. “Give me a sec for shoes.” She went and dug out a pair of socks and tossed them and her boots on before ducking outside.

Even before she could reach Dean and Bobby, Aaliyah heard the latter yelling at the former. Dean’s voice was low when he answered with one year.

“Are you crazy?” Aaliyah asked, trying to keep her voice calm.

“Damn it, Dean,” Bobby cursed.

“Which is why we gotta get this yellow eyed son of a bitch,” Dean said. “That’s why I’m gonna kill him myself. I got nothing to lose.”

Bobby grabbed hold of Dean’s jacket near his throat before Aaliyah could jump in between them. “I could throttle you.”

“And send me down a head of schedule?” Dean countered.

Bobby let go of Dean. “What’s with you Winchesters, huh? You and your dad. Both itching to toss yourselves into the pit.”

“That’s the thing, Bobby. I’m not even meant to be here,” Dean said. “At least this way something good will come of it. Like my life could have some meaning.”

“And it didn’t before?” Bobby asked. “Have you got that low of opinion of yourself? Are you that screwed in the head?” He grabbed Dean again.

Aaliyah glanced around, thinking she heard a noise from nearby. She moved away from the two men toward the area the noise came from. Ignoring their voices, Aaliyah came up along a car and hunched down to stay out of view. Footsteps crunched on the dirt behind her even as Aaliyah moved around the car and grabbed hold of the other person. The other person fought against Aaliyah’s hold even as she pinned them against the car.

“Ellen?” Dean’s voice called out.

“Mind calling your guard bitch off?” she requested.

Aaliyah reacted out of pure instinct by punching the car. “Wanna try again?”

“Liyra,” Bobby cautioned.

“I didn’t haul ass from Michigan dealing with ghosts to come here and be called a …”

“You’re a hunter?” Ellen asked.

“One of the best,” Bobby complimented. “Though she’s taken on the mentality of the boys at times.”

“One of the best?” Ellen echoed.

“Been hunting for … about four years now,” Aaliyah said, letting Ellen go.

“Oh God,” she said.

Aaliyah trailed after them back to the house where she grabbed a beer and leaned in the threshold between the kitchen and living room. There she listened as Ellen told how she survived the fire that took out the roadhouse by running to the store for pretzels.

“Ellen,” Bobby chimed in. “You mentioned a safe.”

“Hidden in the basement.”

“Demons get what was in it?”

“No.” Ellen pulled a folded piece of paper and unfolded it on the table.

Aaliyah stepped in and looked at the map that had X marks drawn on it.

“Wyoming?” Dean said. “What does it mean?”

Aaliyah tilted her head for a minute before going on a search for a marker while Bobby got up and went into the living room. He returned with a book when Aaliyah gave a small ‘ah-ha’ on finding a marker.

“Each of these X’s mark an abandoned frontier church, all mid 19th century,” Bobby said. “All built by Samuel Colt.”

Aaliyah returned to the table. “As in the demon killing, gun making, Samuel Colt?” She leaned on the table with one hand after uncapping the marker.

“Yep,” Bobby answered. “And he also built railroad tracks connecting the …”

Aaliyah heard him trail off when she started connecting the X marks into a pentagram.

“Tell me that’s now what I think it is,” Dean requested.

“It’s a Devil’s Trap,” Aaliyah said, straightening and admiring her work. “A hundred square foot Devil’s Trap.”

“That’s brilliant,” Dean said. “Iron lines demons can’t cross.”

“I’ve never heard of anything so big,” Ellen said.

“No one has,” Bobby said.

“And after all these years, it still works,” Aaliyah said.

“How’d you know?” Ellen asked, shooting her a look.

Aaliyah flicked her gaze over to the older woman and swore the look on her face screamed she doubted Aaliyah and her hunting ability. “All those omens that’s been popping up,” Aaliyah said. “The demons must be circling looking for a way in.”

“They’re trying alright,” Bobby chimed in.

“What’s so important that Colt’s trying to protect?” Sam asked.

“Unless…” Dean said. “He’s not trying to keep the demons out, but something in.”

“That’s a comforting thought,” Ellen said.

“Is it possible, Bobby?” Aaliyah asked, looking up at him. “Could they get inside?”

“This thing’s so powerful you need an A bomb to destroy it,” he answered. “No way a full blood demon can cross it.”

“No,” Sam said. “But I know who can.”

Aaliyah stepped off into the house while the others went through what might be needed for the trip. She dialed Xander’s number and started pacing when the ringing went past thirty seconds. The call finally went to voicemail. Confused, Aaliyah hung up and redialed the number. It went to voicemail again.

“Guys, something’s wrong,” she called out before she walked back into the room. “I can’t get ahold of Xander.”

“Vamp coulda gotten him,” Bobby suggested.

Aaliyah looked between the others while she attempted to grab hold of the several different thoughts that ran through her head. “I gotta go find him.” She started for the door even as a couple of them called after her. She pivoted, her body flared a little in the sudden movement, and went over to where her bag of clothes had been dumped. With the bag in hand, Aaliyah turned back for the door. She ignored the sound of the door opening and closing behind her as she headed for her car.

“Aaliyah, wait,” Dean called after her.

“Why? You all got a handle on it.” Aaliyah opened the back seat and tossed in her duffel and closed the door. “Besides, I’m just gonna have to prove myself to another hunter.” She turned around and found Dean a foot away from her. “You can’t do this without Sam; yeah I heard that. I can’t do this without knowing what happened to Xander. I know where to go after dealing with Xander.” She closed the distance between her and Dean. “Just … be careful, huh?” Aaliyah flashed him a smile before climbing into the car and driving off.

***

Aaliyah killed her headlights well before she turned down the drive. Something didn’t sit right. That feeling didn’t go away when she pulled up to the dark cabin. She climbed out of the car after getting it into position for a possible quick getaway. She armed herself with her preferred handgun with a couple back up clips and a machete before starting for the cabin. The front door was closed most of the way as she approached; like someone could pull it open without fighting against the knob.

With gun at the ready, Aaliyah eased the door open and scanned the dark room. There was a faint smell of blood in the air. She fought against the panic that rose up as she cleared each room one by one. In one room was a decapitated vampire. So where was Xander? Aaliyah moved for the kitchen just as a scuffle like noise stopped her on a dime.

“Who’s there?” a voice called out.

It was low, almost too low, for Aaliyah to hear. Her eyes narrowed and her head tilted in a way of trying to figure out the voice.

“I’ll shoot,” the voice called out again.

“Xander?” Aaliyah gasped.

“Aaliyah. Oh, God. I almost shot you.”

Aaliyah lowered her gun in her move over to her brother. The gun and machete hit the floor even as she reached out to Xander. “What the hell happened you couldn’t answer the damn phone?”

“That was you? I musta been outta it for a minute.”

Aaliyah moved her hands over Xander, feeling for any obvious wounds that needed to be dealt with. “Think you can move? The sooner we get outta here, the better. Shit’s about to hit the fan out in Wyoming.”

“Don’t worry about me,” Xander said, waving her off. “You go save the world.”

“Xander, what’s gotten over you?”

“I can’t move my legs.” His voice rose above a hush. “I don’t know how it happened, or what I hit during the fight, but … I can’t …”

“That’s bull.” Aaliyah put the gun in her pants waist band and put the machete where she could grab it. She pushed herself to her feet and offered a hand to Xander. “Come on. I’ll get you outta here and to help.”

Xander batted the hand away. “No, just let me die here.”

Aaliyah adjusted her footing and hunched down before grabbing hold of his shirt and brought him within inches of her face. “I’m not leaving you here to die. Not with that vamp out there. Now, you can feel sorry for yourself later.” She pulled herself back enough to have room to pull Xander up. There wasn’t much fight in him as she looped one of his arms around her shoulders. Aaliyah grabbed the machete before half dragging him from the house.

***

“Bobby, I promise I’ll be there,” Aaliyah kept her voice low, signing the last piece of paper. “Xander had a nasty fight with a vamp and I had to get him to a hospital.”

“We’ve got a serious problem and you’re worried …”

“Xander wanted to die there at the house when I found him,” Aaliyah cut in. “I wasn’t gonna let him do that. I’ve already called Nissa and Leo and they’re on their way in.” She adjusted the phone away and looked to the nurse. “What do I have to fill out for a seventy two hour psych hold on him?” She pulled the papers the nurse offered up and signed away. “Is there anything else?”

“No, ma’am.”

Aaliyah gave a brief nod before she turned away and saw herself from the hospital. “Bobby, I promise I’ll be there.”

“You better be here,” Dean answered.

“God, Dean. I swear I’ll kick your ass when this is through.”

“Like you’d be able …”

Aaliyah slammed the car door behind her. “I swear Dean, you’re making it difficult for me to wanna help.” She started the car and headed out for the highway. “Now, I can go off and do my own thing or I can see this hunt through along with you guys. I know what’s at stake here.” She hung up when no answer came from Dean.

***

Aaliyah pushed herself. She had parked next to the Impala and found the immediate area deserted. A note had been left on the windshield of the Impala in Bobby’s handwriting telling her where to go. That note had been dropped and forgotten when Aaliyah realized shit was going down. At one point gunshots had echoed in the air, spurring her on. A foot hit a broken headstone in mid stride, sending her flying. It took Aaliyah a few minutes to catch her breath from the fall before she picked herself up. The foot that hit the stone throbbed a little, either bruised or pulled muscle somewhere. She could put weight on it, which was good. Something glowed some feet away from her, grabbing her attention. She closed the distance to recognize the building as a crypt.

“Guys,” Aaliyah called out, her eyes focused on the crypt doors.

“Aaliyah,” someone shouted in surprise.

A hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her down behind the tombstone with them. It had to be perfect timing since Aaliyah heard the doors burst open and the sound of who knew how many demons escaping. She pressed her body against theirs in the attempt to have some sort of protection from the demons.

“What the hell just happened?” Aaliyah shouted.

“It’s a devil’s gate,” Ellen’s voice called out in reply. “A damn door to hell.”

“We gotta shut it up,” Aaliyah called out. She pried herself off her tombstone partner and started for the open doors. The heat from beyond the doors was blazing, still Aaliyah fought against it. She struggled against one of the doors even as Bobby came up behind her. A quick glance over to the other showed her Ellen and Sam in the same struggle.

“Dean,” Sam yelled, leaving the door.

“Sam,” Aaliyah called after him even as she looked back over a shoulder.

Dean was slumped against a tombstone and Sam was pinned against a tree. In between them was the person the yellow eyed demon used as a vessel.

Aaliyah looked between Bobby and Ellen in a silent debate between leaving them to deal with the door or to help the boys with the demon. She pushed herself off the door and darted for the demon. There was a small piece of hope that she’d reach it before getting noticed. That hope went out the window when Aaliyah hit an invisible wall and was lifted two feet off the ground.

“I’m surprised you’re still around,” the demon said to Aaliyah. “I mean, after all the mess you’ve gone through just to get here. And the way the other hunters look at you, like you don’t measure up to something.”

Her eyes flicked between Sam and Dean. Was the demon right about how she didn’t measure up against. She stared down the demon.

“You and your pathetic self worth,” the demon continued. “Trying to prove that you can make it in the wide world of hunting. Tell me, kid, how’s your brother doing?”

Aaliyah caught movement just beyond the demon and swore it looked like … She dropped to the ground and gasped for breath. She got a better look at the ghost struggling with the demon and smiled. Even dead John came back to fight. Shifting around, a hand brushed against something hard. It was the Colt. Picking it up, Aaliyah glanced over to the boys even as the thought of shooting the demon herself passed through her mind. It wasn’t right. She crawled over to Dean and held up the Colt in front of him.

He glared at her.

“Hey, I coulda shot it myself,” Aaliyah argued. She nodded when Dean accepted the gun before standing. “Oi, Yellow Eyes,” she called out when the demon regained its vessel. “Over here.”

It turned toward her and started toward her. Aaliyah rooted herself where she stood and froze when a gunshot went off beside her. The body lit up before dropping backward to the ground. Aaliyah heard the sound of Sam hitting the ground as she started off in the direction she came in. She got a few feet from where Dean picked himself up.

“Wait,” Sam called after her.

She turned around to see John approaching her from where Sam and Dean stood. John smiled and nodded before disappearing. Aaliyah half shrugged, dismissing what happened before she turned and left the cemetery.

She could hear three different voices call after her. No, now wasn’t the time for them to assure her that she was doing right by hunting. If she hadn’t gotten involved back in college, Xander wouldn’t be held up at a hospital in the same situation she was a year ago.

“Aaliyah, wait up,” Sam’s voice called, closer than the others. “Don’t let what the demon said get to you.”

“But he’s right,” Aaliyah shouted, spinning around to face him. “Every hunter I meet will have the same barely hidden judgmental look Ellen had. I had to race here from the hospital I left Xander at because he got fucked up going up against a vamp. But, yeah, you’re right, the demon didn’t mean what it said.” She turned back around and started for her car as Dean and Sam started talking. Her paced slowed before she stopped completely and turned to watch the brothers. Daring to get close, Aaliyah heard Sam ask if Dean sold his soul and how much time he had.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” Sam said.

“Don’t get mad at me,” Dean said. “Don’t you dare, I had to do it. I had to look out for you; it’s my job.”

“And what do you think my job is?” Sam countered, catching Dean off guard.

“What?”

“You saved my life over and over again,” Sam said. “You sacrificed everything for me. Don’t you think I’d do the same for you? You’re my big brother and I’d do anything for you. I don’t care what it takes, I’m gonna get you outta this. My turn to save your ass this time.”

Aaliyah barely shook her head when Dean glanced over at her. “He’s got a point.”

“Well, your yellow eyed demon might be dead,” Ellen cut in as she walked up. “But a whole lot more got through that gate.”

“How many do you think?” Dean asked.

“Hundred or two,” Sam said. “It’s an army he unleashed.”

“Hope you three are ready,” Bobby said. “Cause the war’s just begun.”

#spn fanfic angst

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coffeeflavoredtearsold · 6 years

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Only Know You Love Him When You Let Him Go Pt. 6

PART 1 // LAST PART // NEXT PART

Read it on AO3 HERE

The first thing Alexander was greeted to when he turned off his phone after Political Science was a text from Thomas.

MacAndCheeseQueen: When you get out of class, get ready. We’re going on that date tonight.

CaffeineGremlin: Oh? I presume I have no choice and you’re taking me no matter what?

MacAndCheeseQueen: damn straight

CaffeineGremlin: Thomas nothing about you is straight.

MacAndCheeseQueen: … shush

CaffeineGremlin: Fine. I’m omw

MacAndCheeseQueen: kk

With a small laugh, Alexander slipped his phone back into his pocket and walked to his dorm. When he arrived he unlocked the door and went inside, frowning when he saw Thomas was nowhere in sight. He decided to check the bathroom, still no luck. He decided to text Thomas again.

CaffeineGremlin: Where are you? I thought you’d be in the dorm

MacAndCheeseQueen: Nope. Get ready and meet me in the parking lot.

CaffeineGremlin: why tho?

MacAndCheeseQueen: You’ll see

CaffeineGremlin: Oh come on tell me

MacAndCheeseQueen: nope

CaffeineGremlin: fuck you

MacAndCheeseQueen: I’ll do that later. Get ready.

Alexander rolled his eyes, but couldn’t suppress the light blush that spread across his face. Sure, he was excited but he had no idea what to wear. Without thinking, he began to walk to Lafayette’s dorm, in hopes he could get some help.

He knocked on the door, hearing Lafayette shout “One minute!” Before hearing some rustling around in the room, a few grunts, and a door being shut. After a few minutes of this, the door opened, revealing Lafayette in a t-shirt and basketball shorts.

“What do you need?” The Frenchman asked, plastering a small smile on his face.

“I need help. Thomas and I are going Ice-skating and I have no clue what to wear.” Alexander felt his cheek warm, biting the inside of his cheek.

Lafayette’s smile only widened at this information. Without a word, he grabbed Alexander’s arm, dragging him into the room. “Wait here.” Was all Lafayette said before going to work on Alexander.

»»————- ————-««

Thomas was leaned against his car when he noticed Alexander walking over. Looking up from his phone he froze, eyes widening at what he saw.

Thomas immediately knew who was behind it, as he knew there was only one person Alexander would go to who would do something like this. In front of him was Alexander, wearing jeans that looked tighter than anything the man had ever worn, torn in the knees. On top he wore a green sweater obviously a size too big, going down to mid-thigh on the small man with a purple scarf that matched his eyes.

His face though. It screamed Lafayette. Alexander looked like he had fake lashes on, with winged eyeliner and a light brown on his lids. His hair was tied up in a messy bun with strands falling out to frame his face, which had been shaved clean.

Before Thomas got a chance to comment on the look, Alexander cut him off. “Lafayette.” Was all he said as if it was an answer to any questions. Which it honestly was. Nodding while holding in a small laugh, the Virginian opened the door for Alexander, closing it once he was in the car.

Taking a deep breath, Thomas joined him in the car. After a few minutes of silence, Alexander shifted in his seat so he could pull his feet up underneath him.

When they eventually pulled into the parking lot, the pair got out of the car, Thomas giving Alexander a small smile when the immigrant grabbed onto his hand. They walked into the building to rent their skates.

It took almost 15 minutes, and Alexander relying heavily on Thomas to stand, but they eventually got onto the ice. As soon as Thomas let go of Alexander, the immigrant fell over, his face turning a bright shade of red.

“Oh shut up!” Alexander huffed, crossing his arms.

Thomas smirked. “I never said anything darling.”

“No, but you were thinking something!” And Alexander was right. Maybe not what Alexander thought he was thinking, but damn he looked adorable all flustered.

With a grin, the Virginian held out a hand to help Alexander up, which the small man took gratefully. When he got Alexander back on his feet, Thomas gently tugged on a lock of hair. “Now come on. You’re not gonna learn to move if you keep standing there.”

Alexander blushed when the lock of hair was tugged but grabbed onto Thomas’ hand. “I’ll go, but you’re not letting go of me.”

Thomas gave Alexander a small smile before tugging on his hand so he could move Alexander in a small circle around him.

“Wait- Fuck Thomas no!” Alexander used his other hand to clutch onto Thomas, who was laughing at how much Alexander was freaking out.

“Fine, fine.” Alexander wrapped his arms around Thomas’ neck so he couldn’t spin him like that again.

“Next time you try something like that I’m going to replace your shampoo with hair bleach.” He spoke in an angry tone, although his smile showed he was far from angry. Thomas smiled when Alexander’s face turned red while he wrapped his arms around the immigrant’s waist, pulling him closer.

“I dunno. I might look nice as a blonde.”

“Fuck, Thomas no. You would not. A shade or two, maybe. Not a blonde. God, no.”

“Alright mister, I don’t wash my hair until it’s noticeably greasy in a bun,” Alexander responded with a slap on his shoulder, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough for it to be noticeable. “Fine fine. I’ll stop.”

“Good.” Alexander smiled and looked as if he was debating on doing something. Before Thomas got a chance to ask, he felt Alexander press a kiss to his lips. After the initial shock had worn off, he closed his eyes, running a hand up the smaller man’s back to rest it on the base of his neck. Thomas gently pulled him closer, undoing the bun so he could run a hand through Alexander’s soft and thin hair.

What they weren’t expecting, was a familiar voice shouting “I spent almost 20 minutes on that bun damnit!” Alexander and Thomas jumped away from each other, both of their faces turning a bright shade of pink. Alexander fell back on his ass, but he didn’t seem to care, as he was looking in the direction of the voice.

What he saw was an embarrassed looking Lafayette and an annoyed Hercules who looked like he’d rather be asleep or not there. After helping Alexander back up, he led him over to Lafayette, who seemed to know he was guilty. Thomas noted that Alexander had pulled his scarf up to cover his face, probably to hide the blush Thomas had noticed before they made their way over.

“Before you say anything-” Lafayette tried to speak, but was cut off by Alexander.

“No. Laf, I’m fine. I get it, you want to make sure nothing happens to me. Don’t even try making up an excuse. You did the same thing to John.” Thomas noted the small voice crack at the name. “But I’m fine.”

“Alexander. I apologise if I want to make sure you’re safe-”

“It’s not your job, Laf! I’m a damn adult. I don’t need you watching over me 24/7. I’m not the weak and beaten kid I was when we met. I’m not that small and depressed child anymore.” Alexander had pulled down the scarf and leaned closer to Lafayette, looking like he was trying to use his words and voice to seem bigger than he was.

Even Thomas forgot that from time to time. Despite his small size, Alexander made up for it with his large personality.

“I’m sorry, but Alex, you barely take care of yourself. Every time you seem to look like you’re getting better, it turns out to be a coverup for something else. Besides, I trusted John, we all did and look what he turned around and did? I can’t risk losing you again. I can’t be the one to explain to George what happened again.”

At this point, Thomas shared a slightly confused look with Hercules, who seemed just as clueless as he was about that the two were getting on about.

“You talk like you think I’m going to try again! I’ve been clean for almost 2 years Laf. You know I actually put in an effort this time. Yes, I almost fell back into it, but I didn’t! I stopped myself this time.”

Thomas finally caught on as to what they were talking about. He recalled the night when Lafayette had told him and had made him promise to protect Alexander. He decided it was time to input something. “Laf, I’m sorry, but Alexander is right. You really don’t need to be following him around like that. I understand you’re worried but He’s fine.”

Lafayette just looked at Alexander, defeated. “Fine… Whatever. But please be careful Alexander. Please.”

“Will do Laf. Never planned otherwise.” And with that Lafayette and Hercules left, leaving them alone again. Thomas looked at Alexander with a frown. “Can we go home, Thomas?”

Thomas nodded and helped him back into the building, where they took their skates off and slipped their shoes back on before heading back to their dorm.

»»————- ————-««

Alexander was relieved as soon as they stepped back inside. He plopped onto the couch with a huff, wrapping his arms around himself. He felt the couch dip next to his head, and he shifted so his head was in Thomas’ lap.

“Sorry, everything got ruined tonight. I didn’t think Lafayette would try that kind of thing again.” Alexander closed his eyes with a sigh.

“It’s fine, it’s not your fault. It’s not like you knew Laf was going to follow us.” Before he knew it, Alexander felt Thomas shifting him up so his back was against the arm of the couch, his feet resting over the Virginian’s lap.

Alexander gave Thomas a small smile and nod, before pulling Thomas into another kiss, running his fingers into his thick, frizzy hair. Thomas slowly moved Alexander into his lap, Alexander positioning himself so he was straddling the other man.

When Thomas pulled Alexander closer, he smiled into when the immigrant let out a small mewl at the action.

Before they got the chance to progress things any further, there was a ringing noise from Thomas’ phone. Alexander pulled away, a pout on his face when Thomas answered.

“Hello?” The response on the other side was muffled, but he heard the tone of whoever's voice seemed worried. “Wait, James slow down, he’s where?” Alexander gave him a look of confusion when worry spread across the other man’s face. “Okay, okay. We’ll meet you there.”

“Who was that? What happened?” Alexander slid off Thomas’ lap and tilted his head slightly.

“It was James. He said John was in the hospital.”

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thirstygirlclub · 6 years

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Sweet Girl - 3

Chapter 3 – I'm going to f***** scream.

The relief I had felt when I saw that there was a small block of showers on the ferry was only mildly orgasmic. I used Clay's credit card to buy a bottle of 2 in 1 shampoo so I could wash my hair. When I dragged myself under the water I started to feel human again. I washed out all the bits of brain and skull out of the rats nest that I called my hair. I tried not to look at the drain where it was all being collected. I used every last drop of the shampoo to clean myself and as soon as the water ran clear, instead of being a murky brown colour, I stepped out to use the useless hair dryer.

"I thought you had washed down the drain," Jax said when I came out to meet him on the deck of the boat.

I laughed lightly as I threw away the t-shirt and bits of my friends' killer in a bin.

I was feeling slightly better by now. I tried to push the last 24 hours out of my memory but as hard as I did, I couldn't get her face out of my brain. Before I had found the showers, Jax and I had gone to the small clothing store looking for something for me to wear. I went for all black to blend in with my travelling companions, I had told him but I wore a lot of black anyway. He had convinced me to get a leather jacket too, an item that I had never owned in my life.

"No way," I argued with a laugh, "I'll look like such a try hard."

"Just buy the damn thing; you'll look badass. The rest of the girls wear them anyway. You're gonna fit right in."

I purposefully chose clothes that I never would have worn in England. I'm not going to be a business bitch in California, why try to dress like one? I'll have to admit, wearing flat shoes felt nice; I knew I could probably walk for hours in these boots. I was just in a plain black cropped tank top and high-waisted jeans. I was more comfortable in these clothes than in the pencil skirts and high heels but I don't think I looked as good.

"Best get back to Clay, he's tried ringing me about a million times."

Jax showed me his phone and saw that there were 3 missed calls.

When we approached the other men, Chibs let out a low whistle and pushed his sunglasses up onto his head. I twirled around and posed dramatically. Clay held out his hand for the credit card.

I shook my head and took the card out of my pocket to put in his hands but then snatched it away. It was childish, admittedly, but did I regret it? Not at all.

"Come on gents," I said, "Does anyone fancy lunch?"

"Vivania," Clay warned in a low, warning voice.

"Are you seriously trying to parent me right now?"

He was getting angry but I was beginning to think that perhaps stealing his credit card wasn't the best idea but the humour in my cousins eyes told me to carry on.

"I'm not a child," I said, even though I knew full well I was acting like a spoilt teenager, "I bet they're hungry. I know I am."

"It's the least you could do Clay," Jax laughed, "you kind of owe her. Besides, my stomach has been growling all morning."

Clay sighed then walked towards me with a mildly defeated expression.

The cheerful and good humoured atmosphere didn't last long though. Mid way through our lunch, paid for by Clay before he snatched the credit card back, a news report came on.

"Police are still looking for Emilia D'Arcy after yesterday's shooting at the St. Trents School; a private school on the southern English coast," a news reader states as a photograph of me at my college graduation is shown on the screen, "all that is known about the incident is that it involved the Warrens; a notorious and violent American street gang based in California USA. There has been no official ransom notice or photographs. None of Miss D'Arcy's family have come forward as of yet… The weather in the north-"

I shrunk down in my seat as some people turned to eye us suspiciously.

"I think we should get back to the van, Jacky Boy." Chibs said quietly.

Jax nodded and tapped my shoulder before we stood up. I took one last gulp of my tea and followed them out.

"Who are the Warrens?" I asked Jax once we got back to the vehicle.

"A family, rival club. We did them a dirty deal and they took it… personally."

"And I come into it how? How did they find out who I was?"

"They're a family. Your stepdad is called Michael Warren, right?"

Fuck, was my first thought, fucking shit, was my second.

"He's from England. It's a coincidence, surely?"

I started putting things together in my head. It was like some sort weird montage.

All of those men coming into the house when I was a child in their leather vests; the angry phone calls he would make and then throw the phone.

"He is the leader?" I asked Clay.

"No, a brother; sent to run the British charter; Christopher Warren is the pres. of the mother club."

I looked at him just baffled with the whole situation. How had it turned so crazy so fast? The other day I was working towards my degree, my friend was still alive and I was in no known danger.

"I just-" I shrugged in disbelief.

"I'll explain it all when we get home Vivania," Clay said carefully, "but right now we need to stay under the radar. No leaving this van unless you need to piss, got it? Chibs, you and Hap are going with Viv if she needs to leave."

"Babysitters? Really? Are you kidding? I can look after myself."

"Aye," Chibs said and showed me his forearms, "you're scrappy alright."

"Shit," I gasped and gently touched the scratches I had evidently made when they pulled me out of my dorm.

"Scrappy ain't gonna save your life though."

"I am so sorry."

I looked back up to him with wide eyes. I didn't even know I had done it, I didn't know who was pulling me out of that dorm. He had been so kind to me; I felt bad.

"Don't worry about it, I've had worse."

I looked over the scars on his cheeks and frowned. I guess they had been through a lot more than what I had seen. I wondered suddenly how many people they had killed, or had seen die. How much blood had they spilled in the name of the Sons of Anarchy? I shuddered at the thought. I realised I was still staring at him and looked away with a flush on my cheeks. I was sat in a van with, what are essentially, 4 mass murderers. I shrunk back in my seat and stayed mostly quiet for the rest of the journey.

After what felt like weeks, we were back on solid ground and driving through Charming. I couldn't help but smile when I saw the old sign that hadn't changed since I left. To be honest, nothing had changed much. It was more built up than I remembered it being but my memories were so fuzzy it was like it happened to someone else.

"Welcome home, Pumpkin." Clay said with a smile as he pulled into the TM Motors lot.

Stepping out of the van into the hot California sun and onto the forecourt of the garage felt like a dream. My shoes scuffed against the rough ground as I looked around. The only things that had changed were the men walking around in the uniforms and the sign above the work area. Bikes lined the road leading into it and I couldn't help but be mesmerised by how they all shone in the sun. There were girls sitting on them talking to men that did that manly nod to Jax and Clay as we passed them.

"Is that her?!" I heard a voice shout over and whipped my head around to see a tall man with a beard and beanie on, despite the weather.

"Harry?!" I shouted, a look of delight lit up his face and he started walking towards me.

I jogged to him; as soon as we met he laughed and grabbed me into a bear hug, lifting me off my feet with ease. I hugged him back tightly as he spun me around.

"You were just a skinny kid," I said when he put me back on the floor, "what the fuck happened?"

"Same to you," he said and looked me up and down, not like he was checking me out, just like he couldn't believe that I was grown up, "I missed you, kid."

I nodded and held back tears as the others had caught up. There were lots of 'bro hugs' going on and I watched the exchanges with interest. I felt like such an outsider; something I hadn't felt since I started school before I got a name for myself with my… antics. More people were starting to gather around I was introduced to them all, the entire time I was looking for my aunt Gemma. I met with Mr. Winston, although he said to please call him Piney, and hugged him tenderly.

"I swear to god," I said quietly to Chibs after being introduced to Bobby Elvis, "if I hear one more ridiculous name, I'm going to fucking scream."

He chuckled beside me as a man with a Mohawk approached my nervously. He was so sweet looking that I could barely see him as a killer. He smiled at me and scratched the back of his head.

"Hey," he said, "I'm Juice."

"Oh my god." I sighed and heard Chibs laugh beside me.

"What?"

"Nothing," I shook my head, "it's nice to meet you."

Later on that evening I still hadn't seen Aunt Gemma and I was getting tense. I had been promised that I would see her at the "family dinner" which wasn't just Gemma, Clay, Jax and I; it was the whole club. I had met most of them already except for a few that were out on a "run". I said bye and see you later to the guys and Clay drove me to his and Gemma's place. It was the first time we had been alone since the school. I was nervous and tired but mostly hungry.

The smell of cooking hit me as soon as I walked in and my stomach growled.

"Vee!?"

I recognised the voice as soon as I heard it. When she came to the hallway where I was stood with my arms folded nervously. I had missed her so much.

"C'mere Baby," she said and I ran into her open arms.

She hadn't changed at all, not really. I hugged her so tightly that she had to tell me to loosen my grip. I apologised but didn't let go.

Back when I was a child, Aunt Gemma was one of the only sources of stability in my young life. She always had me over to her house to sleep if my mother was going particularly crazy; there was always a bed for me there. That's where I had been when I was taken away.

"It's ok, darlin'," she whispered into my hair, "you're safe here."

I nodded and pulled away. She cupped my face with her hands and kissed my forehead gently before taking my hand and leading me into the kitchen where I saw a couple of other women chopping up vegetables and working over pots. She introduced me to Luanne and Lila.

"Do you need me to help?" I asked after I had greeted them.

"Can you make any desserts?" Luanne asked, "I don't think I'm gonna have time."

"Yeah sure. What have you got?"

I spent the latter part of the afternoon helping the other ladies in the kitchen talking about my school life and the mischief I had got up to with Anya. They laughed when I told them about the different guys I had slept with and why I had broken up with them.

"He legitimately thought he was a werewolf!" I told them as they laughed, "He used to howl when he came and it was the funniest thing! I could never keep a straight face."

"Private school isn't quite all it looks on the TV, huh?" Aunt Gemma said before tasting my cake batter, "that's delicious, by the way."

I grinned, happy that I had impressed her.

Once everything was finished the others had started to arrive and my stomach started turning in knots when I heard their voices.

"Go and get cleaned up, hon; we'll see you in a minute." Gemma said.

After I had washed my hands I followed the cacophony of noise coming from where I guessed the dining room was. There was a huge table, lined with people. It was amazing. Jax had come over immediately with his son in his arms and his girlfriend by his side.

"Hi," she said with a welcoming smile, "I'm Tara. Jax has told me all about you; what he didn't Gemma did."

I laughed but wasn't embarrassed; they were some funny stories.

Gemma was at one end of the table while Clay was at the other end. Jax and Tara sat up near Clay with Opie and Chibs. There was only a couple of people I hadn't met, one of them was a handsome guy with amazing blue eyes and dark hair. He walked over to me, picked up my hand and kissed it. I laughed but felt myself blushing slightly.

"Hello beautiful lady," he said, "I'm Alexander Trager, but you can call me Tig."

"I'm Emi- I'm Vivania." using my real name will take some getting used too, "It's nice to meet you Tig."

"Down boy!" Chibs shouted over and threw a bread roll at the back of Tig's head.

The latter whipped around and went to throw it back but Gemma had barked at them to grow up. Immediately, they stopped and behaved themselves. I looked at her with an amused expression; impressed that she could get the big, bad biker guys to shut up and sit down. Gemma winked at me and patted the space next to her so I could sit down.

Dinner went by quite well, I chatted and was charismatic although I felt so nervous I thought I was going to faint. It came back to the realisation I had in the van. I was sat at a table full of killers but watching them interact and listening to them talking to each other made it hard to believe. Soon though, conversation had turned to the Warrens. I was listening really intently.

"So," Chibs said as he took a third slice of my chocolate cake, "what are we gonna do about those fuc- um… pricks?"

"We can't just go in guns blazing," Clay said with a casual sip of beer, "there'll be all sorts of complications with their allies. We've got to be careful."

"So undercut their business," I said and looked between them and all the other people around the table looked at me, "they supply guns too right?"

They nodded.

I said ,"okay, then take away their business. If they bought the guns from SOA to then sell onto other people then they could offer to cut out the middle man, sell them the product for cheaper therefore making the Warrens part of the deal obsolete. They could get the contacts from the Warrens system, which wouldn't be hard to do, if my stepdad's lack of computer knowledge was anything to go by, and contact them directly."

"Ok…" Clay nodded slowly, mulling over my idea, "and how do we get them to bite? They are gonna go to the Warrens if they are close enough."

"No offence," I said with a smile, "they're all criminals, just like you. If you guys were offered a new price, which your enemies weren't going to get, would you tell people about it? Unlikely. Getting them to take the offer is the hard part, find out what they like. Drugs, guns, girls? Whatever it is, deliver it to them, for free as a thank you, with some of your best men as guard dogs. You need to make it seem like you care about them; make them think you value their business.

"Once you've got them and their other clientele, the Warrens go out of business; they leave to find someone else to sell your guns too. You take their business, you take their land and you can expand not only the SOA but Teller-Morrow motors. You can raise your prices slowly until they are paying the same amount that they were paying the Warrens and your guys are rolling in the dough."

They were looking impressed with my idea and a warm feeling of pride was spreading through me.

"Baking and criminally minded," Tig said with a sly smile, "how are you still single?"

"Just lucky I guess," I shrugged, winking at him.

A discussion ensued about the new plan. I felt a warm hand on my arm and looked over to Gemma who was looking at me with a proud smile and nodding. They were talking about the Warren's buyers, who they were and what they liked. Clay tapped his beer bottle on the table silencing everybody.

"Ok, I know we're all excited, but let's talk about this more tomorrow in Church. Before we do anything, I want to run it by my daughter," he pointed at me with his bottle, "she'll be the brains behind the operation."

By then it was far too late, everyone that had brought their children had gone home along with some others. The only people left around the table were myself, Clay, Chibs, Jax and Tig just drinking and talking. It felt nice, honestly, normal. I felt almost at home. I could hear Gemma clattering around in the kitchen as she cleaned up and conversation had turned back to my time at the school. I poured myself some more wine as I answered their questions.

"So," Jax asked, "how many languages do you actually speak?"

"Like 4 fluently, not including English. I speak, Spanish, Russian, French and Italian. Oh and Latin but nobody knows what that actually sounds like so I don't really count it."

"Clever girl," Chibs said with a slight slur in his voice.

I shrugged again and drained the rest of the bottle of wine into my glass although I was feeling extremely drowsy. I wasn't even sure if I would be able to find the room that had been set up for me. I stood up, with my wine in hand, and announced that I was going to bed. I leant down and kissed Jax on the cheek before going to leave but I heard Tig go, 'Um, what about us?' so I turned and kissed the others to, saying goodnight as I went round the table.

"Good to have you back, Kid." Clay said seriously after I stood up back up from him.

I nodded silently and moved over to Chibs, placing my arm around his shoulders to pull him closer before planting a gentle kiss on his scarred cheek.

"Goodnight Chibs, thanks for coming to get me," I said to him as I stood back up.

"Don't worry about it," he said quietly, looking almost shy.

When I got to Tig I laughed; he had stood up with his arms open wide. I stepped close to him and hugged him, careful not to spill my wine. He kissed me hard on the lips.

"Goodnight Tigger." I laughed and stepped away.

I had stumbled up the stairs with my head spinning and vision blurry. I did find the bedroom eventually, thanks to Gemma coming out of her bedroom and pointed me in the right direction. I collapsed fully clothed on the bed and fell asleep straight away.

Sorry!: that was a bit more cheerful, wasn't it? Sorry for the late update, I was meaning for this to be up yesterday but it turned out to be a bit hectic for me on a personal level but hopefully you'll forgive me? I made this one at least 1000 words longer than my previous chapters. I just couldn't stop writing! I probably rambled a lot but I have set up the subplot that I'm hoping to carry on with during this story.

Thanks for all the lovely comments guys! I have really needed something positive to look at these past couple of days and I just kept rereading them. I know it sounds sad but this is the first ever thing I have ever put of mine anywhere for people to see and all your nice words mean a lot to me.

Enough rambling!

Thanks again,

Love, Doe xx

#sons of anarchy fanfiction #sons of anarchy #bobby elvis #chibs telford x oc #chibs telford #jax teller #clay morrow #gemma teller #juice ortiz #chibs x oc #chibs telford fan fiction #here you go kids.#sweet girl

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cheollies · 7 years

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Boyfriend!Seungcheol

requested by anons: i combined three request because they were sort of similiar: a boyfriend au + very cuddles + clingy

He’s such a sweet boyfriend

Always taking care of you and making sure you’re okay even before checking out his own health

Also whines a lot

Can often be heard whining ‘baaaabe’ while lying down on a couch or bed with a pillow in his arms and a grin on his face when he sees you

Likes it when you sit between his legs, it makes him feel slightly dominant and gives him a comforting feeling to have you in his arms

Has a matching everything

Rings, bracelets, earrings, shirts, sweaters, shoes, pajamas, basically anything made for couples, he got them for the both of you

He just loves to show you off while making it known that you’re his

Probably got a shirt that said ‘Choi Seungcheol’s Girl’ on it but you refused to wear it because it would embarrass you in public

so now you wear the shirt only at home and honestly it’s so much better than he thought because it really does mark you as his

is the type of guy to have his arm around your neck instead of your waist, it’s easier for him to pull you to him and again it’s a comfort thing and his arm won’t get so tired trying to hang themselves on your waist

Finds it really cute when you wear his clothes, his favorite is when you wear his jackets.

too many times have you forgotten to bring a jacket that he then takes it upon himself to give you his own

But he doesn’t give it up until he’s finished screaming ‘I TOLD YOU TO BRING A JACKET! NOW YOU HAVE TO SUFFER’

only you don’t suffer because he loves you

but he just finds it so cuteee when you put your arms in the sleeves and then they turn into sweater paws because it’s so big on you, and then the ends of his jacket falls just slightly on the mid of your thigh so double cuteness because it’s long on you and covers your cute butt that he knows guys have been looking at

Friends with your mom and literally shit talks about you at brunch with your mom while you’re right there

‘my daughter looks so malnourished, you should be eating more’

Seuncheol with a head nod ‘i have been telling her that every day but she never listens to me’

Will text your mom every day

like your mom visits just so she can see Seungcheol

Already calls Seungcheol her son in law

Sometimes it feels like he’s dating your mom instead of you

Does this weird thing where he kisses your nose, sometimes you think he’s leaning down to kiss your lips and you’re so ready but then you just feel his lips press against your nose and it’s cute but at the same time ‘um your aim was way off’

A very cuddly boy

If you had to describe seungcheol in two words, it would be ‘cuddle buddy’

He’s a huge cuddler

Big spoon or little spoon? Heck he’ll be either one

But he likes the feeling of wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling your back against his as he buries his nose into your hair, smelling the sweet scent of your shampoo and conditioner

He likes to hold you close, asking about your day or telling you about his, sometimes ruining the moment with a very inappropriate question but his arms feel so safe and warm that you always fall asleep in it

But he also enjoys holding you when you’re facing him, because he can look down and there you are, staring right back with such lovely eyes,

And the feeling of your breath against his skin sends jolts down his body

but you did knee him in the crotch one time so he saves those types of cuddles for special occasions

Also clingy

To the point where he refuses to let you go

‘I need to use the bathroom Seuncheol!’

‘NO!’

He fell asleep during a movie once, and this was after he came back from practice and he promised that after the movie and cuddles, he would go wash up

But that promise fell apart because when you woke him up, he’s clinging to you, his arms constricting yours, his legs wrapped tightly around your waist while he’s whining about not wanting to leave

And when you try to leave yourself, he tightens his grip so he’s just basically sucking all the air out of you and it doesn’t help that he still smells of practice room sweat and so you’re screaming in his ear as he rolls off the couch and all around the floor

Dates include him wanting to do every cute thing with you

Petting zoos

Shopping

Amusement park

Festivals

He just wants to spend so much time with you while making the best memories he can

Has a little folder on his phone dedicated for you

Speaking of his phone

His background is a picture he took of you trying to down an ice cream and it’s so embarrassing for you but he thinks it’s a cute picture and refuses to take it down

also you’re his number 1 speed dial, everyone found that out when Seungcheol let a little kid play with his phone and the child speed dialed caller 1 and everyone assumed Jeonghan’s or Jihoon’s phone would bring but BAM, you answered the phone and Jeonghan is so salty the rest of the day

Texting Seungcheol is a mess

Most of his messages are him saying he misses you

You get those like 10 times a day

And other times, it’s him ranting about how disappointed he is that one of the members stuck a paper ball up Hansol’s nose while he was sleeping

Won you a thousand bears at the amusement parks and festivals

Went to the beach with you one time

one time

Didn’t like how some of the guys were looking at you in your bathing suit so he prefers to swim in the bathtub

He gets cold easily

so whenever he gives you his jacket, he starts shivering five minutes later and you’re trying to give back his jacket but he refuses even though he’s clinging to you and you’re forced to bring him into a coffee shop where you two warm up with coffee and kisses

is head over heels for you

Seungcheol seems like the type of person who when he falls for someone, he give them his all, it’s everything or nothing with him. He invest so much into his relationship because he believes loving someone means offering them everything. But really the only thing you could ever want from him, is simply his comfort.

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEUNGCHEOL #seungcheol #svt #seventeen #seungcheol scenarios #svt scenarios #seventeen scenarios #scoups

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lilyvandersteen · 7 years

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I Knew You’d Be Beautiful

Here’s a tiny Brittana oneshot from me to you, written for @whatstheproblembaby as a birthday present (yes, I know it was yesterday... It didn’t get finished in time...). Enjoy!

Do I need to warn for Ghost!Santana? Well, consider yourself warned :-)

Santana cursed under her breath when she heard the realtor’s perky voice float up to her. Again? The previous tenants had run out of the apartment like it was burning after she’d teased them a bit. It usually took very little. The first ever person to take Santana’s apartment after she’d died had been so spooked by Santana knocking on their headboard at night, opening and closing windows at random, laughing straight in their ear and hiding their keys and glasses, that they had babbled on and on about the place being haunted to everyone in the neighbourhood, and had invited all sorts of people to get rid of Santana’s ghost. None of the charlatans who’d turned up and waved wands or strewed sand or salt or holy water had managed to get rid of her, but it had certainly helped her reputation grow.

Soon, all it took was a shoe floating three feet above the floor or a glass of water tipping over to send them screaming. Yet the realtor didn’t give up, and kept sending new people her way. He didn’t seem to be bothered by the apartment being haunted at all. When Santana had playfully popped his suspenders one day, he’d just rolled his eyes and fastened them again.

Yep, Mr Perky was on his spiel all right, pointing out the beautiful hardwood floors, the abundance of natural light coming in, the spacious kitchen and living room, the lovely view and the close proximity to Juilliard – oh, interesting, a musician? – and the subway. “And there’s a laundromat next door, and a convenience store just around the block, and a coffee shop as well. They have the BEST biscotti anywhere in New York, you just have to try them.”

The prospective tenant hummed in answer.

“Was there anything more you wanted to know?” Mr Perky asked. The way his voice went slightly higher showed that he was clearly bracing himself for questions about the apartment being haunted.

There was silence for a beat. Then a soft voice said, “Oh… Uhm… Yes! Are pets allowed here? Last time I forgot to ask and then I had to stay at a friend’s for months until I found another place.”

Huh? No mention of me at all? Who is this person?

Curious, Santana slid off the reading nook in the bedroom and joined the two others in the living room, where Mr Perky, now grinning ear to ear, was assuring his client that she most certainly could keep pets in the apartment, if she wanted to.

Ha! We’ll see about that!

When the woman beamed at Mr Perky, though, Santana’s fighting spirit flagged a little. Wow, she was stunning. Tall and graceful and blonde, and her smile sparked something in Santana’s blood that she would have sworn was lost to her when she’d died.

There were no more questions after that, and Mr Perky invited the beautiful blonde to come sign the lease at his office. “If you need to hire movers, I can call a moving company for you, if you like?”

A week later, the new tenant moved in. Her name proved to be Brittany, and the pets she’d brought along were called Lord and Lady Tubbington. Ridiculous. The cats were about as big as Puss in Boots in Shrek Forever After, and no wonder – Brittany waited on them hand and foot and fed them pretty much constantly.

As soon as Santana had gotten the hang of Brittany’s schedule, she started haunting her.

First, she took to stomping on the creaky floorboards in the living room when she knew Brittany had just gone to bed.

But all Brittany did was call out, “Stop it, Lord Tubbington, I’m trying to sleep.”

And when Santana kept going, “You too, Lady Tubbington! Be quiet!”

And when Santana still didn’t let up, “Okay, that’s it, no treats for you tomorrow! Now, where are my earplugs?”

Santana tried it again in the middle of the night, but Brittany didn’t so much as stir. And when she made the floorboards creak early in the morning, Brittany just muttered, “What is it, Tubs? Did you poop? I’ll clean it up when it’s time to get up, now let me sleep.”

Even when Santana upped the ante and made several mugs and plates fall off the table or the kitchen counter, one of the cats always got blamed. Maybe Santana should have felt guilty about the amount of treats they were missing out on these days, but she figured a little less food wouldn’t hurt them.

The next thing Santana tried was hiding Brittany’s belongings: her phone in the kitchen drawer, its charger in the laundry hamper, and Brittany’s purse underneath the bed.

Brittany, however, patiently searched for the lost items, and when she found them, she just said, “Now why did I put that there? No wonder I couldn’t find it!”

Frustrated, Santana started levitating things in Brittany’s presence, but the beautiful blonde never even noticed. Either she was dancing, which was so mesmerising to watch that Santana had trouble remembering her haunting plans at all, or she was daydreaming her way through all other day-to-day tasks.

When a plate with cookies, which had been standing on the coffee table two feet away, nudged her elbow while she was reading, Brittany took one absently and bit off a chunk, wiping away the crumbs that had landed on her book and reading on.

A few days later, Brittany was putting her coat on to go grocery-shopping, and Santana made her scarf float in mid-air, right in front of her. Brittany just took the scarf and put it on.

It was maddening not to get any reaction at all, so Santana went further than she’d ever gone before, even venturing outside of the apartment to haunt Brittany everywhere she went.

On a hot summer’s day, she sent a strong gust of wind at Brittany to make her dress fly up. But instead of looking around fearfully, Brittany closed her eyes and smiled, basking in the sudden breeze, and twirling around delightedly.

Next, she took to joining in whenever Brittany started singing. Again, the only reaction she got was a blinding smile, but she kind of liked duetting with Brittany, so she kept doing it.

A few times, she even prevented Brittany from stepping onto the street right in front of a speeding car or from knocking into a ladder she hadn’t even noticed was there. Brittany, however, didn’t so much as bat an eyelash, side-stepping the car or the ladder and continuing on her way, a smile playing about her lips.

In the end, Santana decided she had no other choice left than to show herself to Brittany. That was sure to scare her away. Why the thought of Brittany leaving sent a pang through her chest, she had no idea. She’d be glad to be rid of her, as all the others before her, wouldn’t she? It wasn’t like she was counting the times that Brittany smiled at her – well, because of her – and died on the days that she didn’t, right? Right.

So, the next time they were duetting in the shower, Santana waited for Brittany to open her eyes after she’d shampooed her hair, and then materialised in front of her.

Brittany, instead of shrieking and running away, grinned at her. “Hey. You’re beautiful. I knew you would, with a voice like yours. What’s your name? Mine is Brittany.”

#brittana fanfiction #ghost santana

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nesthemonster · 7 years

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MANGOES (1/2)

PAIR: LIN x READER

AN: Hiii beautiful peeps! how are you? So, this is something I’ve been thinking about for a while but, as I’m not as half as talented as the people here plus being English my second language, I’ve always been pretty scared to write this. However in the last few days it became almost painful thinking about this story and not putting it on (digital) paper. So here it is the first part. Leave a feedback, if you want. Of any kind.

Before leaving you with the story, I’d like to thank the people I talk to here on tumblr and other social media: YOU ROCK GUYS! (and sorry if sometimes I bother you too much or get overexcited) (you know who you are)

WARNINGS: few curses (sorry), mention of period (I don’t think it’s too harmful but someone could be grossed out)

WORDS: 3072 (I’M SO SORRY)

here you are ‘Mangoes’ *plays trumpet*

You suddenly realized you were bouncing your legs and the ‘click-click’ of the heels could be heard in the whole airport.

You didn’t know why you were anxious.

Well, you knew.

But you hadn’t yet realized you were THAT anxious.

You rubbed your hands on your face.

You weren’t ready to face whatever was waiting for you behind that gate.

You hadn’t seen him in a week and, although you were over the moon when he told you he was going to bring Luz as his date to the Oscars, for both emotional and logistic reasons, you were regretting your choice: you needed to be with him.

To support him.

“Or to have his support?” You told yourself with a low voice.

The news caught you off-guard: you never said it out loud, but you were sure he was going to win.

To make everything worse? Paul, Benji and Justin were the nicest guys ever and you really enjoyed their work, but the love of your life was… The love of your life.

You weren’t worried about all that Egot, pegot, pigeon, how-you-wanna-call-it stuff. You were worried about all the preassure he received, you were worried about the future interviews, you were worried about the side effects of this loss on the creative process of the man you loved.

Deep in your mind you knew you were over-reacting but let’s face it: he had quite a ego and things like this could trigger in his mind trails of not-so-optimistic thoughts. You simply didn’t want him to build a fortress around his persona.

You’ve talked to him on phone in the past few days and even faced-time him: he seemed sad and upset, but it was something barely percepible. He said: ‘I have never thought I had a chance of winning. I was just thrilled to be there and to introduce Auli'i.’ On the other side of the emotions spectrum, Luis was furious and more than once he was stopped from publishing not so nice comments on twitter. Luz called you the evening after the ceremony and said she caught her mother sniffling on the balcony of the hotel room.

You knew what was happening: they were sad because they imagined he was sad, he was keeping all the emotions trapped in his chest to not worry them. He was usual to act like that until he reached the breaking point, which consisted in writing a heart-wrenching song or a fight between the two of you over 'why the arabic coffee blend wasn’t as good as the brazilian’ or similar silly things.

But this time it felt different.

It was different.

This time you’ll have to be the 'glue’ to keep him together, a thing that he did for you during the hormones or job-related freaking out moments.

But were you ready?

You didn’t know. You didn’t know how to get ready. You didn’t know anything except that his flight has just landed, as the board suggested.

You checked the time on your phone just to be blocked be the sight of your lockscreen. It was one of your favorite photos: he was napping on the bed, surrounded by 'his girls’: the twins only few months old at his sides and your dog at his feet. You came back from the kitchen with two bottles of warm milk just to find that heart-melting view. You snapped the pic quickly before waking them up.

'Lin, wake up.’ You tried to call him.

He had developed this strange habit during your honeymoon (which happened almost a year ago): as he was hot, he slept wrapped around your body with his head on your chest. You couldn’t complain as it was January, in Iceland. But NY in September was surely hotter.

'Lin, sweetheart, you have to wake up.’ You repeated raising your voice a little.

'Don’t call me sweetheart.’ He mumbled in your skin.

'Ah ah, you are awake.’ You said poking at his head.

'Why did I marry such a smart woman that makes me appear so stupid?-he placed a kiss on your skin before turning his face towards you with a loving gaze- Oh, now I remember.’ He smiled.

'Don’t even try to compliment my beauty in order to stay in bed.’

'But it’s Sunday. And I’m on a very soft and warm spot I’d like not to leave.’ He smirked winking in your direction.

'Are you implying I’ve gained weight?!’ You tried to fake rage.

'Just in the right spots.’ He said.

'WHAT?!’ Now you were a little offended. You pushed him away and tried to leave the bed.

'Ehii. Don’t be mad at me! You are the one that explained me why women gain weight during period.-he stopped you on the side of the bed- And as I was saying, only- he kissed a spot on your shoulder-in- another kiss- the-kiss- right- kiss- places.’

'That doesn’t change my feelings.’ You replied sitting on the bed, checking the phone while he put his chin on your shoulder. 'Moreover I’m not on my period.’

'Yes, you are.’ He said.

'No, I’m not. Trust me, it’s difficult to not notice if you are bleeding.’ You snapped back.

You felt him streaching to reach his phone on the conforter.

'Yes, your period should have started 5 days ago.’ He said checking something on the screen.

'Please, tell me you don’t have a period app.’ You said trying to hide your laugh.

'If your wife turns into a angry and hungry, fire- spitting.. - you turned to watch him with revengeful eyes and he noticed- but super smart and beautiful dragon, you’d have done the same.’ He smiled.

'Well, your app is wrong… Not in the calculation (you mentally checked if 28 days has passed). But I’m not on my period right now. Although it’s very strange: I’m a Swiss clock!’ You said a little worried.

'Y/N, you have done crazy shifts at work this past week!’

'Yes, you could be right. It has to be the stress.’ You said putting your socks on.

'Absolutely! And you know which is the best remedy?’ He dragged you back on a lying position.

'Lin-Manuel Miranda, don’t even try. You have planned this brunch with our parents- you said getting up and heading towards the bathroom- So, you and that cute little ass of yours have to leave the bed. Or we’ll be late.’

'Hey! My butt is cute but it ain’t “little”!’ He replied lying on the side and pointing towards it.

You laughed and before entering the bathroom, you stood in front of the mirror.

'Did I really put on so much?’ You said with a defeated look.

'Man, I shouldn’t have never said it! - he facepalmed himself- or at least I should have put it in a better way. What I meant, you know, … It’s… Like… God, that’s embarassing…’

You turned to face him. 'Lin, I married you. And trust me, your 'emarassing-things-i’ve-done’ list is well know to me. Spit it.’

'Let’s say that your “side A” has … How can i … “Improved”.. Yes, that’s the word!’ He was stummering and blushing. He was simply the cutest.

'Whut?’ You giggled.

'In the last ten days, some outfits you wore were like.. Seriously mind blowing..’ He continued moving his hands as to show an explosion.

And you could recall few times he complimented you more than usual before leaving the house in the morning.

'But I haven’t forgiven you yet.- you said picking your clothes and heading towards the bathroom. Ah, I’ll need this room for a quite long time. Maybe it’s better if you use the other one.’ You said winking and closing the door.

'Damn, I knew this going going to happen.’ You heard him shouting.

What you both didn’t know was that you were having the same thoughts.

'What if she’s preg-..’

'What if I’m pregnan- No, Y/N, don’t even think about it. It’s just stress. Don’t think about it.’ You mumble to yourself while shampooing.

You were in your undies, washed, moisturized staring at your dress: a wonderful, pencil-skirt, teal and blue dress. It was one of your favorite as it was knee-lenght but it fitted you perfectly in all your right places.

It was the moment of truth: it was your reference to see if anything changed in your body.

You wore it and started pulling the zip up: 'side b’ area went smooth, no visible changes in you belly area either.

You breathed with relief.

'Ah! I was right!’ You said with pride.

You couldn’t be more wrong.

The 'improvement’ Lin pointed out was real and you had to remove your bra to close the zip all the way up.

'Damn it, he was right.’ You said putting your hands on your hips and noticing how your 'side A’ as he called it was quite prominent from the v-shaped cut.

You checked the time on your phone: 'LIN, WE’RE ALMOST LATE!’ You screamed rushing outside the bathroom.

'I’m ready in the kitchen waiting for you. Do you want some coffee?’ He shouted.

'Lin, we’re going to a brunch. Breakfast and lunch. Which means plenty of coffee.’ You answered back while putting on shoes, a blazer and taking your earrings.

'But I need my coffee.’ He insisted.

'You’ll have a ulcer soon if you keep ingesting all this caffeine.’ You get to the kitchen while putting on the jewels.

You found him staring back at you with his mouth open and his mug mid-air.

'What?’ You said putting your head down and shaking your hair to give them volume.

He was still silent.

'Lin? - you looked back at him- should I go change?’ You pointed at your dress.

'WAIT. NO. This is exactly what I meant earlier.. You’re just so.. I’m trying to figured out how you you possible ended up marring me..’ He said at the speed of light.

You were blushing as a 16 years old high schooler. 'I’m fluttered- you said kissing his cheek and putting his mug down, but I don’t think it would make a good excuse with the parents. Chop chop. Let’s go.’ You headed towards the door swining your hips more than usual.

'Is this some sort of punishment for what I said earlier?’

'Dang it. You really are a MacArthur genius.’ You winked teasing him.

The brunch went well until you all decided to have some fruit.

'I’ll take the mango salad.’ You said reading the menù.

'Mango? Y/N, you hate mango!’ Your mother said looking at you.

'I remember the time me and Luis’s sister were pregnant at the same time and we ate mangoes all the times. In fact, there’s a legend according to which if you’re pregnant with a Miranda, you’ll even dream mangoes.’ Luz said and all started laughing.

You and Lin, instead, widened your eyes and looked at each other remembering your unshared thoughts of few hours before.

You could almost see the huge, red-written sign spelling 'SHIT’ on each other faces.

Soon the other four people noticed your silence.

'Lin-Manuel, is everything alright?’ Asked Luis while the others were all smilig at you.

You were on the point of throwing up.

'Yes, papa. I think that Y/N wants mango just because I made her try the mango flavoured tea you brought us from London. Honey, maybe it’s better if you stick with strawberries. You know, fresh mango is a stronger flavour. You have plenty of time to exercise before starting eating it non stop for 9 months.’ He took your hand and gave it a little squeeze.

You got what he was doing as you haven’t drink any tea recently.

'You’re right.’ You almost whispered before excusing yourself and going to the restroom.

You could still hear Lin engaging a conversation with the two women about fruits and pastries to move their attention from what has just happened.

You went to the bathroom and put your wrists under the cold water in attempt to calm you down.

You didn’t want to think about this right now. You want to do it at home. With Lin.

Then you went to the bathroom and you found out your period came.

But you weren’t as relieved as you thought. Yes, you were sad. A little bubbly Lin wasn’t a bad thing at all. But apparently destiny had different plans for you.

Before going out you sent a text Lin: 'False allarm. Red wave just arrived.’

You went back to the table and you found him still talking about the secrets for a flaky pie.

'Lin, your phone buzzed. You should check it.’ You said sitting down.

'Don’t worry, I’ll see it later.’ He answered.

'It could be something important’ you squeezed his thigh staring him in the eyes.

He got the message and took the phone. You could feel his smile fading. He took your hand and place a kiss on it.

The brunch continued and the six of you went for a stroll then each couple went a difference direction.

As you were walking home you passed in front of the supermarket and, as he could read your mind, he said: 'You still want that mango, am I right?'

You nodded and added 'We also run out of painkillers and I’ll need them these days.’

'I’ll go to the pharmacy and you the store. Meet me in 10 at the ice cream isle.’ He said kissing you.

So you did. When you met next to the refrigerators, he was happier than when you left him minutes before.

'Since when pharmacy makes you happy?’ You asked while picking your favorite type of ice cream.

'Since they started selling… LOLLIPOPS!’ He jumped showing two candies and giving you one.

'You’re such a kid.’ You laughed.

He coughed showing the wedding band.

'Let’s go pay this fruit and ice creams.’

As you went home, you undressed to get ready to chill on the couch as each Sunday.

He was still in the bedroom when you called him 'Lin, do you want to watch a movie?’ You fell on the couch.

'Not yet.’ He shouted.

'Yet? Do we have to do something?’ You asked.

'Did your flood continued since this morning?’ He asked poking his head from the door.

'I’m sorry, what?’ You asked at the unusual question.

'Did your bleeding continued since this morning?’ He asked again with his hands wrapped around his torso.

'This is gross. But not so much.- you answered skeptically- Do you mind telling me why you’re asking me this? I’m ok with sharing, less details maybe.’

'Could you check again?’

'Lin!’

'Please Y/N. I promise I’ll explain if you do.’

'You’re acting weird but ok.’ You headed to the bathroom with him waiting outside.

It actually seemed like your period stopped so you went out and told him.'For your information, my period is not active right now. Now, my explanation.’

'Sit down and I’ll do it.-he showed you a spot on the bed- This is something I remembered from when Luz was pregnant and I went with her to the gyno- he saw the shocked and disgusted expression on your face- I STOPPED IN THE WAITING ROOM. Today, words keep failing me. However, there’s this thing called 'implantation bleed’ that resembles period but it’s the egg.. Implanting… It was more scientific in my mind.’ He chuckled.

'Lin, I don’t think..’ You said looking down.

'The mangoes, Y/N.’ He said with his eyes sparkling.

'I love your mother, you know this. But as a woman in a world were science exsist, I can’t trust “mangoes stories”.’ You said placing a hand on his cheek.

'Let’s just try. I’ve bought the test.’

That’s why he was so happy. You didn’t know what to do: this morning you realized you wanted to have babies as soon as possible. At the same time you didn’t want to be delusional. You were going to say no but you saw his expecting and hopeful eyes. You couldn’t let him down. Maybe he could have been right.

'Ok- he jumped up hugged you- but I’ll pee and then leave them in the bathroom. We’ll watch a movie and later we’ll check. Got it?’ You said.

'Yes, ma'am.’ He went to his wardrobe and took 3 boxes.

'Lin, three?’

'Just to be sure.’ He smiled.

'You’re a pain in the ass, Manuel.’

'I love you too.’

You both smiled at the inside joke.

You went to the bathroom, did what you have to do and then the both of you went to the living room with popcorns, your chopped fruit and the infamous tea.

Lin wrapped his arms around your legs, that were resting on his own, while your head was on his chest.

After ten minutes your heartbeat was almost normal, you started enjoying the story and started laughing at the improbable adventures of the characters.

15 minutes from the end, Lin stand up to go to the bathroom as he drank almost a litre of tea and you were so caught in the story, you didn’t even realize was going to happen.

You just heard him shouting.

You jumped from the couch and went to the bathroom expecting to see blood/ body parts missing from him.

'LIN! What the hell happened?’ You shouted as an answer.

You found your full grown husband on the floor with his hands on his face saying something you couldn’t understand.

You knelt next to him: 'Lin, what happened?’ You tried to remove the hands just to find his face red and covered in tears.

'Mangoes. Y/N. MANGOES.’ He said smiling even more.

You connected the dots and standed up to have a confirmation: the three test had 2 lines on it.

'MANGOES!’ You screamed crying before reaching the same spot Lin was.

After almost an hour of laugh, tears, kisses and 'mangoes’ you stood up.

You decided to not tell the news to anyone until the ultrasounds.

A month later you organized a little dinner at your house for your parents.

They found not one, but two little mangoes in their plates.

You could feel your heart in your throat. Your tongue was dry. Those memories put you even more on the edge of tears so you decided to stand up and walk a little bit just to see a huge billboard about Maldives.

“Oh, man.” You whispered with a defeated voice while the memories started to flood in your mind.

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Review of Solaz Luxury Suites – Los Cabos newest luxury hotel

I spent a week holiday at Solaz Los Cabos, which is touted as one of the best new luxury hotels in Cabos. Read on to find out if they deserve their reputation.

Getting there

Solaz Los Cabos is located about 35 minutes away from the airport.

It is better to pre-arrange your airport transfer as you will get a better car and get a cheaper rate.

I used Cabo ground service during my trip and highly recommend them. The car is brand new, and their driver was friendly and professional. He shared a lot of information about the Cabos regions during the drive. You can find more info on their website

Beware of the timeshare sales pitch at checking!

Solaz is not an easy place to get into. The security guard could not find my name on his list, so it took about 5 minutes to gain access to the resort. I arrived at 11 am and was happy to hear that my room was ready.

Checking was smooth except for the attempted timeshare visit push. After checking, the receptionist leads me to the guest experience counter under the pretense of giving me information about the hotel.

The guest assistant started giving me some info about the hotels and the restaurants. She then told me that they invite all new guests to a free breakfast. And as the hotel just won an architectural prize they would take a few minutes to show us the architecture features of the hotel after breakfast. I received a breakfast voucher, and it is only when I got back to the room that I read the voucher and realized I had just signed up for a 90 minutes timeshare presentation…

I found it very deceptive. Not the behavior you would expect for a luxury hotel. I canceled the breakfast and made sure to stay away from the concierge and guest experience desks for the rest of the week.

Fortunately, the rest of our stay was outstanding and we forgot about this unfortunate experience.

The Solaz Luxury Suites resort in Los Cabos

The Luxury collection hotel and the Luxury suites compose the Solaz resort. The luxury Suites is the timeshare part of the resort. It is a good option if you like to have a kitchen and feel a bit more like home. We stayed in the Luxury Suite and got access to the same pools, gyms or restaurants as the hotel.

The architecture of the resort is spectacular with high-quality finishing, good taste design, and beautifully landscaped gardens.

The three-bedroom Imperial Suite at Solaz Los Cabos

During our stay at Solaz Los Cabos, we were lucky enough to enjoy the three-bedroom Imperial Suite located in the main building. It is one of the biggest suites in the whole hotel. Each of the three bedrooms has lavished attached bathrooms with glass-enclosed showers.

The master bedroom is facing the terrace and has a sea view. It is so relaxing to fall asleep by the sound of the wave. The apartment is soundproof, and we didn’t hear any other guests during our whole week there.

It is worth noting that the 2 other bedrooms, while comfortable, are at the back of the apartment and are facing the highway. The highway is adjacent to the hotel. You can hear the cars from the rooms so not the most pleasant holiday feeling if you have a room at the back of the building.

The living room was spacious, comfortable, and easy to settle in. The kitchen has great equipment for cooking. The whole set of furniture in the hotel is elegant which maintains the entire aesthetic of the hotel.

There is a sound system in every room in which you can plug your phone and play your music.

The suite is equipped with automatic lighting. While it looks fancy at the beginning, I found it annoying. Every time we would come back in the apartment, all the lights ( and the TV!) would automatically turn on. If you would have a nap and then make a move, all the lights in your bedroom would also turn on. I, therefore, spent a lot of time during the week turning off unwanted lights…

TIP: if you want to cook, there is a small store below the reception. They carry a limited range of products so you might prefer to go grocery shopping outside the hotel, there is a Walmart supermarket near San Jose where you can stock up for your stay.

There is a Jacuzzi on the terrace, but this was a bit of a disappointment as it is only a one-person bathtub with some light jets. It, therefore, felt a bit awkward using the Jacuzzi while other people were on the terrace.

Our suite was located on the fifth floor and offered a panoramic sea view.

TIP: Ask for a high floor room as the higher you are, the better Seaview you will get. Anything above the fourth floor should be good

The suites are beautifully designed with soft colors and a lot of wooden panels given them a natural feel.

The imperial suites are marketed for 12 people. I don’t recommend you staying there with 12 people as it is not that spacious. There was a dining table that could fit 6 people. The seating area was also suitable for 6 people, and there were only 2 lounge chairs on the terrace. We were just 3 people, and it was perfect.

TIP: Don’t invite more than 5 or 6 people to stay in the imperial suite if you want a comfortable stay

The cleaning team was very efficient and left our room spotless every day.

TIP: Amenities were not replenished during our stay so you might want to bring your own shampoo

TIP: There is a washing machine is the imperial suite, so you can pack light, but you need to bring your own washing powder. You can also use the dryer to dry your clothes after swimming

TIP: there were only 2 small plastic water bottles for a 12 person apartment so make sure you bring drinking water with you.

What to do at Solaz Luxury suites

The Solaz Los Cabos offers a resort built alongside the vibrant beach. Here you can enjoy the spa treatments, dance lessons as well as yoga classes during your stay in the hotel.

Relaxing by the pool

Let’s be honest. Most guests come to a beach resort to relax by the pool, so the swimming pool is one of the most essential places in a resort. And Solaz ‘s pools didn’t disappoint. The pools at the resort are very stylish. You can just relax on a lounge chair or leisurely drift in the water. There are four pools, and they are all stunning. Plenty of lounge chairs are available, but the chairs near the pool on the beachfront were sometimes hard to find.

All the pools are family-friendly. I would suggest Solaz reserve one of the pools for adults as not everyone enjoys relaxing with playing children.

The service at the pool was usually excellent but sometimes inconsistent which for a hotel in this price points was a bit disappointing. If you wait for someone to come and install your towel or open your umbrella, you sometimes be waiting for a long time. Used towels of guests who left the pool would also remain for a while, making it hard to know which seats were available. During the whole week, the staff offered us ice popsicle twice. Unlike many luxury hotels, Solaz doesn’t provide complimentary water by the pool.

The food at the pool is excellent and quite affordable for a luxury hotel. The food and drink service was also very friendly and efficient.

TIP: We found that the pool would get busier during mid-day so would usually go early morning or after 4 pm when it started to get quieter.

TIP: Beware of the sun in Los Cabos. We saw many guests with horrid sunburns.

Exercising in the gym or taking yoga classes at Solaz Luxury Suites

The gym is spacious and very well equipped, so Solaz is a great place to keep your exercising routine.

Solaz also offers complimentary yoga class and aquagym.

We tried the yoga class and were disappointed. The class is by the side of the central pool, which is a very exposed location. A woman and her kids in the pool were talking ( screaming?) very loudly during the whole class, which doesn’t lead to the relaxation expected from a yoga class. The teacher arrived late and wasn’t the most knowledgeable about yoga. If yoga is important to you, check out the resort at Pedregal. I was there the week before and was positively impressed with the quality of the Yoga teachers there. You can read my review of the resort at Pedregal here.

There is also a spa, but we didn’t get to try it.

Explore the marine life around Los Cabos

The Baja Peninsula is teeming with marine life. Make sure you go out of the hotel as spectacular experiences abound. Over the week, we swam with manta rays, sea lions, sharks, and millions of other fishes.

You can do most tours over a half-day so that you can still enjoy some time by the pool. I have done and recommend the following tours:

Snorkeling and Kayaking by the arch. This half-day tour takes you to the most scenic point in Cabo San Luca. It is a great morning exercise, and you can meet sea lions and fishes. Read my review here

Diving in Cabo Pulmo. Cabo Pulmo is regarded as the best diving destination around Los Cabos. It is a long day trip as we left at 6 am and came back at 6 pm, but it is worth it if you are into diving. Read my review here

Shark dive snorkeling. This is a half-day trip that takes you to swim with sharks and other large pelagics. We swam with two sharks and two manta rays, but you could also be lucky and encounter whales or dolphins. Read my review here

Chileno beach is an excellent place for swimming and snorkeling, and it is located 5-minute drive from the hotel. There are showers and bathrooms available on the beach.

Does Solaz care about Sustainability?

I have not found any indication that Solaz cares about sustainability. (they did not answer my emails)

No solar panels and high energy consumption was the norm.

For example, we could not turn off the AC in our apartment. The living room was freezing cold during the whole week. We asked maintenance to fix twice but never heard back from them. So we had to keep the windows open and waste a lot of energy.

The automatic lighting system was also wasteful with the lights turning on automatically. I spent at least 5 minutes a day turning off lights and TV.

The towels and bedsheets were also changed too often with no option offered to keep the old linens.

If you care about environmental sustainability, I don’t think Solaz is the right hotel for you.

Conclusion:

Despite being a timeshare, Solaz Luxury suites is a great place to stay for a family or group of friends that enjoy having a full-size apartment and a kitchen in a luxury resort. We felt at ease and enjoyed the utmost comfort and care throughout our 7 days stay in the Imperial Suite. The architecture of the hotel and landscaping are stunning.

I wish they would care more about sustainability. Solaz Luxury Suites is still a new resort, and there are a few small improvements that would help justify the price they currently charge. I am sure this place will only get better with time.

For more things to do in Mexico, check out my review of the diving liveaboard on Quino El Guardian and my review of the Resort at Pedregal in Los Cabos.

Have a great time in Mexico!

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