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This is how it goes our son is talking to people and he said we should have an entertainment facility and call it off Broadway they have a nice venue for a lot of Acts plays and even a small movie productions that are live in front of you and huge like a huge stage that you could put in all sorts of things and it have all sorts of entertainment circus acts and so forth and indifferent theaters and throughout the facility then the lady said I have gambling and on sunset it probably around the theaters cuz she says you go in and you're excited by the ACT and we do like Batman v can you come out and then be gambling and we have guys in cosplay as the bad guys usually have the like the gang members and you want to win against them cuz you're for Batman you know hahaha and we sell like a little mask and we'd have some some people that look just like him I'll probably have the real guys and she says like that too and then there would be a lot of one arm bandits and our son and daughter almost insist in the old-fashioned ones I have a roll of those and old fashioned Pepsi machines he says Coca-Cola I'll have Coke she'll have Pepsi and so she's laughing going yeah that's right. So yeah we have all sorts of gambling around it and high stakes and you can like gamble with the Stars after and they usually do that I'll play a few hands of poker and it's going to be intense this is a great idea but this is off Broadway now it's off the boardwalk and it is down the road in the future the people think it's Vegas but it's not they're trying to tell him that Vegas gets hammered they rebuild it and they make a huge too they have something like this but we had it first and we have much larger ones that they perform in and he had an idea for making different stage things come out and there's a few ways to do it and the girls love it I think it's awesome the guy said you make a different for each one and we could do that it's not a hard thing to do you make like a upside down crane system on a grid and you can move them around and you make the grooves for each show replace the panels and start over and it would be safe but he's saying going to see the groove and they check Taylor Swift's stuff and it's kind of not great and they tried to fix it and she wouldn't and then she did and the other guys got mad cuz that's how it works but really it's a good idea

I'm sending emergency aid to where we can get to in some places we can we heard about this and we couldn't get anything in there and troops are going there and taking it for you send stuff in so we drew the troops off they brought some stuff and at night they left...

And here it is we have a whole bunch of people who want to help they want to do things we have a large volunteer organization that we find it helps all over the world and it's time for this to happen we're accepting volunteers if you have a location that needs help and you want to volunteer let us know then you can call all your friends it is not really a permanent position but you can vote you can ask for a position and we can we hire you. We have a whole bunch of units and you guys are intimates called rescue rangers and they work with these people quite often

There's a lot going on with these things are center stage now

Thor Freya

This act opens fairly soon and a lot sooner than people think it's not a month it's less time people are now flocking to try and get a casino in and I see our son's idea the others go to these casinos and they put in maybe 500 seats and or you go to a sports facility to watch theater it's really not that great but they have news stadiums they have huge TV screens and other in their high qualities and Taylor Swift has a humongous stadium it's really actually big and it seems like 250,000 people and it's really only like and we can it's 800 / 900 ft and we can make it bigger I don't think you want to but and we could sell several in no it would be only one but that's the idea he says and there'll be a couple stories of that kind of thing or maybe two blocks with a few different types of theaters and even one to create a movie in or part of a movie they be filming parts of the movie or a part of a short movie or short movie in right in front of you a real movie and they're wondering how that would work but it's just like a set so we know how it works and people would be amazed and they would be clapping and they say no clapping and no coffee and all stuff and the actress would love it cuz it's like this is really what we're doing and it just spell stuff I've never heard this idea but it's great and you would have movies there movie theaters probably 50 or or so new movies and several old ones playing even the Bengali type stuff and people like it sometimes and plays and music concerts so I guess I guess you have to make it bigger and go behind it or you know you put it on in the middle so we're going to think about that but it's a great idea because the place is so damn big and it would be room for much of that in each one and then be a conference facility a real one for shows of all sorts of kinds of shows local shows for wine and you know he said that this morning we could introduce ourselves and so we're going to put in a conference center would like you to show up to do part of the show with your wines and they said you've got to be kidding me he said we're having trouble selling them and so we have a few solutions and they said we already know and said oh good and they said why are they I said we use clean water to feed it and some fertilizer and then you're over water a little and you just use the grapes and they said how the hell did you do that so you filter out all the solids and it works he says you don't add any water and he said wow that's great so they started a few places started it and it works and so they looked at the news ad and they called and they're doing it and say the same wow this is smart and he did it so looking at us parents and said yes and we're pretty big and they said that's terrific will be there so we can give brochure on the on the facility how much it is for a booth and so forth and how many booster would be and we're organized it and said you can bring a big props and small props and setups of wine seller examples you sell and they're like amazed at how much stuff we were going to put in there and find it is interested in doing part of the wine show and our son says why don't you make a huge bottle of your wine and because you're Biden or Tom Cruise you could you have a contest for it is what was that all about he says you have to have a couple types you know what I mean and he says oh yeah he's going to do it too and it's a beautiful idea people love it and really have to have a huge party and it will stay though and you cork it right... Going ahead and we're putting in a beer factory and that should anchor it there for everything no we're not going to pipe it in people don't like it I'm not sure we like it it's kind of eerie. It's going to be possibly a small chocolate factory and that is a topic they thought the place was out in Bavaria but there's something out there we're going to get on to some other stuff but wow there's a lot of responses a lot more than people think

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This is a great idea to put it at the end of the strip and they do it all week and it tracks people you still have headliners downtown but they might do it a small act during the day and move back to the strip and the girls might not realize it but the actor who is like top notch and the facilities are going to be full all week and they said but the head weights come in the weekend and actually they're right so we have to keep that in mind and he also says you can move the theater cuz it looks historical into the inside of one of them and they said no way and the whole building so you go inside and the building is there with the theater and it's not a huge building it's only about 700 ft by 500 foot or 600 my about 100 feet high 450 and the theater is pretty big seats like a thousand people and there's only one in it and people think that's nuts but we think it's cool and he says you put like a main Street complete with artificial paving and sidewalks and you have girls on the street giving out information about the ACT but they look like illegal girls and the selling stuff just trying to say something what is this all about sounds like little whiskey bars and girls used to do that and cigars some girls would have like a carrying thing with cigars and it was on their belt and they're selling cigars and it's so whiskey that way by the shot and you have plastic little whiskey things and they like this idea that's really crazy but that's how he thinks I'm going ahead with a lot of this stuff and some way to have some escapism and it's not bad and it's going to create a community and tons of factories I'm going in already and we've had a lot of false starts but we can't afford this anymore and our people have to do something but really we're hiring a lot of local help it's pretty tough

Hera

They actually doing stuff it's not so aggressive no it is with this stuff isn't started the facility is begun and he told us to wall it off and build it it won't build it without long enough and it's true too we've had a lot of customers and so other stuff is going slower and it's because of that but now people want to get going on they want to have mine shows and things like that and it's Napa valley and there's two other valleys and he said you make this huge wine store and it has the three valleys and different areas all wine the whole thing and there's like 500 wines each and he says that's not very big and it really is it'll be about as big as Julio's but mostly wine and you have other places next door but you go in and it would look like a wine cellar because it would be kept cool and it would have the same construction I think that's a great idea too and then they'd have an outlet there and maybe he wanted each town people come from all over the world and they wouldn't trade salt over The vineyards unless they wanted to see it so they buy it there a few bottles then they want to go see it and they buy them up there if that's how it goes and they actually like that idea we're going to get some calls

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julemmaes · 3 years

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Zero pressure cuz I know you’re working on other things but are u still planning on writing the sequel to I Love You with Cal?

I’m Sorry

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part two for this one shot here

A/N: I won’t be giving any summary cause it’s 1am and I’m crying cause I just want to be able to sleep, I just hope this will satisfy you all and maybe makes you cry a little cause it was hard to finish it. Please if there’s any mistakes don’t point that out to me, I’ll check tomorrow. Enjoy!

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Cal had returned home shortly after dinner. His family had already finished eating and he just wanted to get some rest after the long day he'd had with Raina.

They'd stayed up all night the day before because her parents hadn't been home, and during the day he'd found it difficult to focus on his classes, so much that he'd skipped one in order to take a nap in the university gardens. All of this, of course, hadn't stopped him from going straight back to Raina's house to spend more time together, and while they were supposed to be studying for the upcoming exam they were both taking, they had decided to spend the entire afternoon doing the nasty.

Now, lying on his bed, he tried not to laugh too loudly at the memes he was looking at, so as not to disturb Ezra who was studying despite the hour. Unlike him, his brother couldn't afford to fail an exam and his mother would surely hit him repeatedly if he tried to mess that up.

He was about to shut everything off and warn Raina that he was going to sleep, when Ezra sighed too loudly to be casual. Thinking it was just for the studying, Cal didn't give it that much thought and opened up the chat with his girlfriend, starting to type his goodnight.

"Fuck it." muttered Ezra, closing the book, "Cal, man?"

"Hmm?" he hummed from his spot on the bed.

"Yesterday after you left, something happened and I think you should know because it's partially your fault too and the rest of us have all apologized already." he said in a tone that was far too serious for the relaxed situation they were in.

Cal's head snapped towards him for a second as he saw Ezra get up and walk towards his bed, before returning his attention to the screen where Raina was telling him she was going to take a shower - and think about him in the process. An idle grin appeared on his lips and he held his breath when she sent him a picture in front of the mirror wearing only a pair of panties.

"Can you please listen to me without looking at your phone?" asked Ezra a little more pressing.

Cal huffed, running a hand through his hair and turning off the screen. He crossed his hands over his chest, smiling sarcastically at his brother, "You have my full attention."

It wasn't true. If he wanted to sleep that night, he too would have had to take a shower to get rid of that uneasy itch between his legs. The picture Raina had just sent him shone brightly etched into his eyelids, but he wasn't going to risk Ezra grabbing his phone out of his hands and seeing pictures of his half-naked girlfriend.

Not again, at least.

"You're not listening to me," Ezra blurted, his voice low.

"God you sound like mom when she gets pissed," he snorted. He pulled himself up on his elbows, jerking his chin, "What?"

"I caught Celia coming out of the tavern yesterday and she was crying," the other said, slipping off his shirt to put on his pajamas, "Mom and dad have already talked to her and me and the girls have apologized more than once, I slept in there with them last night, but-" he cleared his throat, running a hand over his face.

Cal forgot about Raina in a split second.

If Celia had cried and Ezra had felt the need to tell him, it meant it was something important.

"But?" urged Cal to continue, sitting up and setting the phone down on the nightstand.

Ezra looked him straight in the eye as he took off his jeans as well, then looked away, shaking his head, "Before I tell you, it's not your fault specifically, it was a lot of things that built up that made her break down for a moment-"

Cal interrupted him, "Can you get straight to the point, please? You're worrying me."

"It's not even that important, I just think you need to know."

"Jesus Christ, just tell me," he snapped.

"Celia had a complete nervous breakdown last night," Ezra said in one breath, kneeling on his bed without even looking at him. Cal's heart clenched in his chest. "She said we don't love her like we love the rest of us," he sighed, "that mom and dad never have time for her basically."

Then Ezra's icy eyes pierced into Cal's hazel ones, and he knew that whatever he said next would be the heaviest bit to hear. He tucked into his shoulders, breathing through his nose.

"She also said that Nora hates her. That you hate her."

Cal closed his eyes, bringing a hand to his forehead, "Fuck." he muttered, "She mentioned me and Nora specifically?"

Ezra didn't answer and Cal opened his eyes, seeing him nod with a grimace on his face, "Dad told her that's not true, obviously, but I think it would be good for her to hear it directly from you."

"Fuck." muttered Cal again. He put his feet on the ground, leaning forward and taking his head in his hands as he remembered how he'd dismissed Celia not once, but twice in the space of a few minutes when she had needed him.

To go have sex, of all things.

"Why didn't you call me? Texted me?" asked Cal, looking over his shoulder at Ezra, "I would have come home sooner." he sighed again when he suddenly remembered the conversation that had taken place only a couple of hours earlier with Celia.

They had been sitting on the couch in the living room in silence when Cal had asked her what movie she wanted to watch and she hadn't answered him right away. She hadn't even looked at him when she'd said, "You don't have to be pretend like you like to stay home with me." before getting up from the couch and going upstairs, probably to her room. Cal had been surprised by those words, but hadn't dwelled too much on his sister's tone of voice or her hurt expression, continuing to text Raina.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." he cursed himself again, thinking about how much that indifference of his had done nothing but prove her fears. He didn't dwell on the image of a distraught Celia crying that appeared in his head too.

Ezra clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, "Listen, if you go in there like this you're just going to scare her," he told him softly, "Calm down for a moment and take a couple of minutes to think, because it sounds like you've been given the worst news you can get, so breathe, think and if you can't get it all done before eleven maybe you should wait until tomorrow morning."

Cal wanted to tell him that it was one of the worst things anyone could say to him, but looking into his eyes he realised that he must have felt the same way the night before.

"Did you find her crying or..?"

Ezra lifted a shoulder, tucking himself under the covers and folding his arms behind his head, "I told you, she was downstairs and I didn't understand what she was doing there, then dad saw her and she burst into tears." a short pause before he resumed speaking in a lower voice, "I haven't heard her cry like that in a few years. She has to be holding it all in for so long."

Cal ran a hand over his face, puffing out his cheeks.

His phone screen lit up with a notification from Raina.

He opened the chat without even checking the last picture she had sent him:

'I'll text you later princess, something came up and I'm not really in the mood to send you pictures. Sorry.'

Her reply didn't even take ten seconds to appear, 'No, I'm sorry, I wouldn't have sent anything if I knew something was wrong. You need me to call you?'

Cal smiled slightly at the phone, 'Don't worry, you couldn't have known.'

The message that followed sounded more threatening than anything else, 'Okay, but you didn't answer my question, do you want me to call you? I can be there in five if I have to. Or you can come back here, you know I'm alone.'

As tempting as that invitation was, Cal shook his head, knowing full well that it held no double meaning, just genuine concern. 'It's Celia. She wasn't well last night and no one thought to warn me.'

'Oh, what happened?'

'Can I text you later? I have to take care of this now. It's nothing to worry about, just, I'll tell you later.'

'Alright.' Cal chuckled. It was just like seeing her, biting the inside of her lip, thinking of all the possibilities.

'Love you.'

He didn't wait for her reply and lay back down on the bed, putting himself in the same position as his brother.

"Do you think I was an asshole?" he asked at one point, looking up at the ceiling.

He heard Ezra moving around on the bed and when he turned around, his brother was lying on his side, his head resting on one arm. He looked so much like their mum. "She didn't really elaborate when she said you hate her-"

"Could you stop saying I hate her as if it were true?" interrupted Cal, frowning.

Ezra arched an eyebrow, "Sorry." then looked at him attentively, "I was saying, she didn't say anything in particular, so I wouldn't know. What did you do to sweep her off her feet like that?"

Cal looked at him with a slightly wide mouth, "For someone who says it's not my fault, it sure as hell looks like you don't believe it."

"I'm just fucking with you, though, she said you kicked her out of the room," then grimaced, "Actually, dad and I did that too, so don't worry if it's true."

Cal shook his head, amazed, looking up at the ceiling again, "We're all assholes then."

"What did you tell her?" asked Ezra again.

"I just told her I'd help her with her homework, I guess, and then I left," he replied.

"For?" Cal turned to him with an expression that said it all. Ezra scoffed, "You could have helped her five minutes, before you went off to fuck."

Cal flinched at those words, knowing full well how true they were, "You could have done the same. What were you and dad doing anyway?"

Ezra took a while to answer, "We were supposed to be fixing the bike, but we were actually playing darts."

"Busted." he muttered, "We should scold dad too then." joked Cal, trying to lighten the mood a little.

"I think he's regretted it enough already," the eldest said in a serious tone, "He barely touched his food at dinner yesterday and then went straight to bed."

"Maybe he was just tired," Cal assumed, trying to kill time before the inevitable.

"I don't think so, he pretty much spent all day staring at Celia like she might break at any moment." he ran a hand through his hair, mussing it, "Sometimes I wonder how they manage with five kids. It must be hard."

Cal frowned, looking at his brother, trying to figure out if he was just playing around or not. When he saw Ezra staring at the ceiling with a lost gaze, he realized that no, he was one hundred percent serious.

That he didn't realize the help he gave his parents? It was true, Ezra was only four years older than Cal, but there was no way he shouldn't be considered some sort of third parent. The eldest of the siblings had taken care of all of them from day zero and had never backed down from such duty.

Cal's eyes widened, deciding not to broach that subject that evening.

One thing at a time.

"Do you think you'll talk to her tonight?" asked Ezra, "I only ask because - even if you don't have to tonight - I think you should go say goodnight, tell her you love her before you go to sleep."

"Give me ten more minutes and then I'll go," Cal murmured.

"As long as you need."

***

"The other day when I went out with Iria and we met one of the boys in her class," Nora said with bright eyes, "he asked me to give him my number and I don't think I should tell mom."

Celia giggled, hiding her face against the duvet on her bed, "She'd definitely tell dad and at that point you'd be quicker to jump in front of a train on your own."

Nora burst out laughing, looking up at her from the upside down position she was in, "Iria said the same thing too."

"What's his name?"

Her sister's face lit up, "Zeke. I don't know his last name." then she cackled, "Maybe I should ask him."

"Is he cute?" asked Celia just as the door opened and Cal appeared.

"Who's cute?" asked their brother, just the instant Nora said, "Don't you know how to knock?"

"An actor." replied the younger one, as any sort of excitement vanished inside her.

She didn't want the strange bubble that had been created over the last few hours to burst. She had finally managed to convince Nora to spend some time with her as they hadn't done in months and she hadn't had that much fun in too long.

Cal shifted his gaze from Nora to her, keeping his eyes fixed in hers for a while before turning back to Nora, "You're not telling me the truth."

"Why are you here?" the older one asked, turning on her stomach and looking at her brother standing in the doorway.

Celia felt herself blush for some reason when Cal's eyes settled on her again and said, "Could you come with me for a moment?"

She arched an eyebrow, "Why?"

The boy seemed to hesitate for a few seconds, "I'd like to talk to you."

Nora yawned, not covering her mouth, "The two of us would be talking."

Cal turned to the older of the two of them, "Stop being so bossy."

"I wouldn't have to if you knocked before coming into our room and then claimed to steal Lia from me," Nora replied tensely.

Celia pulled herself up to her seat, rubbing her hands over her face as she tried to suppress a smile.

She knew they weren't really fighting, but they were bickering to win her attention, her time, and she'd be lying if she said it wasn't warming her heart.

"I-" stammered Cal, gesturing to Nora, "What- I'm not trying to steal Cece from you, I just want to talk to her for five minutes."

"What do you want Cal?" she asked trying to figure out what she needed to discuss at this time of the night.

Cal gave her an exasperated look, "Ezra told me what happened last night, I wanted to apologize."

Both she and Nora straightened up, but Celia was the only one who held her breath, blinking a couple of times, hoping to erase any trace of surprise from her expression.

Nora cleared her throat, sitting up, "I think I'll go brush my teeth." she said getting up.

Celia frowned, "You've done that before with-"

"Brush my teeth!" she repeated loudly, closing the bedroom door behind her.

Now only she and Cal stood in the room.

"Cal, you don't-"

He interrupted her before she could say anything else, crossing the room with two wide strides, "I want to apologize."

Celia looked at him, pulling herself up to sit cross-legged as he plopped down on Nora's bed in front of her. She nodded her head to tell him to continue, "You already said that."

"I know," Cal whispered. Then he shifted his gaze outside the window that separated the girls' beds, "I know."

Her eyes fell on his hands and she saw that he was torturing his ring she knew Raina had given him for their first anniversary. A nervous tic that characterised practically every adult in that house. Celia was just waiting for the day when Nora, too, was given a ring and she, too, would start twisting it between the index finger and thumb of her opposite hand.

They were silent for a few seconds and Celia was about to speak, make his task easier by telling him that everything was fine, that it had just been a particularly tiring day, but the words caught in her throat when he looked back at her and in the most serious tone of voice she had ever heard him use, he said, "You know you're my best friend right?"

Celia didn't know how to respond. She wasn't even sure if she was actually breathing. That's why she forced herself to get some air into her lungs. That strained breath must have sounded like a sob or a gasp, because Cal grimaced before resuming.

"I know it's not always like this Cece, but you're my best friend.

"I'm sorry for leaving you like that last night. I was an asshole and I shouldn't have acted like that. I have no excuse for ignoring you and then leaving for Raina's without helping you first, but I want to tell you something." he looked at her with such intensity that she didn't understand how he could speak. She nodded slowly.

"You will always be my sister. You will always be the person I love most in the world. You, Nora, Andra, Ezra." he swallowed noisily, "You are my life and I love you. Understand?"

Celia nodded with slightly wide eyes.

"We're growing up. These years won't be like the ones we had when we were younger, but that doesn't mean I don't love you as much as ever. That I hate you." he shuddered at those words, "Hell, Ce, I could never hate you. Not even if you did me the greatest wrong in the world.

"We'll go back to being close, as close as... as-" he grunted, throwing his hands to the sky, "Like two broad beans in a pod."

Celia chuckled, frowning, "What are you talking about?"

"I don't know, it's not important," he smiled. "What is important is that you understand that no one in this family hates you. No one could ever hate you."

The words were out before she could stop them, "It seems that way sometimes."

Cal contracted his jaw, "I know, I'm sorry," he said in a lower voice, "I can tell you something that will probably make you feel better."

"Alright."

"Ezra and I are essentially five years apart, and," he straightened, running a hand through his hair, "There was a time when I was a senior in middle school, just like you, and when he was a junior in high school at the same time."

"That must have been hard for you," Celia whispered.

Cal nodded, smiling at her reassuringly, "It was one of the worst times of my life, I think. I was sure Ezra wouldn't consider me a friend anymore, just a brother, because he's legally forced to be that, you know." they both chuckled, "But no, Ezra was just growing up and you get to a point where your interests are too different to keep getting involved in everything the other does.

"It definitely happened to Nora with me and it's going to happen to Andra with you," then, seeing the scared look on her face that one day she would make her little sister feel the way her older siblings were making her feel at that moment, he added, "But Cece, that's life. I'm not saying it's easy, but it's not your fault. It happens."

"It still hurts." she pointed out again.

Cal reached out to her, putting both hands on her shoulders, "I know, but I can assure you that the second you get old enough and mom and dad will let you hang out with Nora, you'll completely forget you ever felt that way."

"Was it like that for you and Ezra?"

He nodded, getting up to sit on her bed next to her, "It took me a little longer than it will take you, because of the bigger age gap, but yeah." he nodded, smiling at her, "When Ezra and I started 'playing together' again," he said mimicking the quotes with his fingers, "It was like all the years we were too far apart to actually have fun together faded away. It was like finding an old friend you thought you'd never see again." he put an arm around her shoulders, bringing her against his side, "That's why I'm telling you not to worry."

Celia closed her eyes, muttering, "You were still an asshole, though. And so was Nora. And a little bit Ezra too."

She felt Cal shake while chuckling, "Andra wasn't? At least she's safe."

"Oh, shut up," she said, breaking free from her brother's grasp.

Cal looked down at her, a smile all too similar to their father's on his lips, "I love you, Cece." he said under his breath.

She nodded, feeling her cheeks heat up, "I love you too."

Then Cal laughed, running a hand over his face to stop the giggles and avoid waking their parents.

"What's up?" asked Celia in an amused tone.

"God," Cal breathed, trying not to laugh, "I can't wait until you and Nora are old enough to drink. Ezra and I have to take you to see so many places."

Celia rested her hands on her knees. She still didn't understand all that drinking hype, but she was sure her brothers would give her unforgettable experiences.

Cal let himself fall backwards on the bed, covering his face with an arm, "I'm sorry for acting like that yesterday, I'll try to pay more attention to your needs or whatever you want." he murmured after the laughter was fully subsided.

Celia lay next to him on the mattress, close enough that she could feel the warmth of his body, "It's nothing, I'm fine now."

"It's not nothing," Cal said, firmly, "The fact that you had to reach such a breaking point that you couldn't hold back the crying isn't nothing, don't even think that as a joke."

When she didn't answer, he took it as an invitation to continue.

"And I know dad already told you, but talk to us before you break down like that."

Celia swallowed, trying to chase away the tears, "I will." she finally whispered.

She heard Cal sigh, "Come here," before he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her towards him. Celia closed her eyes, letting her older brother hold her, letting him give her the love they all said they felt for her.

Finally feeling the entirety of that weight being lifted from her shoulders, she fell asleep with Cal's voice promising her incredible adventures and memorable nights in a future Celia never imagined would be so close.

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Lesson Learned

Okay so it’s canon that nobu is not not the sharpest. Motherfucker locked the door when two kids smashed thru a wall to break out. So I was sittin there like 🤔 what typa yandere would he be? Like if he didn’t want to use force what would he do instead? I think he’d stall trying to think it through until it was too late to be subtle.so i wrote abt it.

Summary: Nobu helps you through a breakup. Also the reader is very naive

Word Count: 2.8k

My requests are open atm

Warnings: Alcohol, drunk sex, unprotected sex, Vaginal fingering, yandere themes, dubcon/noncon

18+ Only

Taglist: @ramwrites @prettycutebunny @absolute-flaming-trash

Nobu meets you there, a small rundown looking bar on the outskirts of town. As he enters, he sees you sitting at the bar, a small smile on your face as you vacantly stare at the wooden countertop. That, along with the half empty glass in your hand, makes it clear that you’ve started without him.

“What are we celebrating?”

“Ahh, a waste of four months of my life! Rejoicing the end of a shit relationship.”

You’ve already managed to make a scene, much to his dismay. The bystanders around you seemingly more boisterous as you raise your shot in cheers.

“I’ll buy us a round for that!” The tall brunette next to you chuckles. Older, maybe in her late forties, and a little drunker than you were right now. As she hands you the drink, he can’t help but think of the ten different ways she could’ve spiked it with something, how trusting you were when you truly shouldn’t have been. Of course, he wouldn’t let that happen to you, but the thought alone is enough to irritate him.

He’d manufactured the breakup, of course. Planted a seed in your mind that the man was seeing someone else and carefully placed evidence when he knew he wouldn’t be caught. It was surprisingly easy. The cheap plastic lock on your window wasn’t all that sturdy; He’d told you to change it before he left but you’d just shrugged and told him that there wasn’t anything in your apartment worth stealing. So naive. Couldn’t really blame you for finding someone though. It seemed somewhere along the way he’d miscalculated. Thought maybe if given time you’d come to realize just how much he meant to you, how much you meant to each other. Obviously, his mistake was giving you a choice in the matter.

“You gunna drink Nobu?” You giggle, hands tugging and getting lost in the folds of his robe. Always so handsy when you drank; At least your affection was focused on him this time.

“Not tonight sweetheart” he smiles at the pronounced pout on your face, lip jutting out at him.

He wraps an arm around you to the other side of the stool and pushes you closer.

“Hey, if I’m drunk too then who’s gunna watch out for you? Can’t defend your honor if I can’t see straight right?”

His teasing and light poke of your nose makes you giggle again, burying your head in his side. Nobu had always felt safe, one of the few men who wouldn’t read your affection as flirtation. You could hug him the same way that you did with your girl friends and not have to worry about it being misconstrued.

It didn’t take as long as he thought it would for you to call him, if anything you’d messaged him maybe two hours after he planted the women’s clothing in your apartment. Sure, he didn’t expect you to go and get wasted, but he could work with this. So sweet, that’s what infatuated him in the first place. Trusting and affectionate and so, so gullible. Couldn’t tell when a man wanted you, when he wanted you.

As per your earlier request to “keep ‘em comin’” The bartender slides you another drink. Something fruity from the looks of it. He smiles as you play with the condensation on the side of the glass.

“Can I ask you something?”

You’re hesitant and he wonders if it’s because he may say no, or because of the answer you may get.

“Shoot.”

Your apprehension is almost palpable, but he ignores the little squirm of your body against his.

“D-D’you mind if I stay with you tonight? I mean I gave him a couple of days to move out and all and I -“

“It’s fine.” He tries to make his voice sound irritated, but follows it up with something sweet to discourage you from backtracking. “What are friends for, right? You can stay until he’s gone.” Offers you a kind smile to subdue any apprehension you felt.

When he left you’d found someone. Some bland looking man who had a desk job and promised you a plain life. As if that’s what you wanted.

He can’t help but smile as you take shot after shot, body swaying with the boom from the overhead speakers. It’s only when you get really loud that he decides it’s time to go.

“Y’don’t wanna dance Nobu?” You slur as he practically carries you out.

“No, baby I think it’s time we left” you start to whine but he hushes you, stopping in front of your car to dig through your purse for the keys.

“Hey Nobu?” You whisper, eyes blank and staring at the wet concrete.

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

You don’t respond so he figures you’ve already forgotten the question and focuses on getting you in the vehicle and securing your belt. Head resting against the seat, you close your eyes, only speaking again when the car is pulling out of the lot.

“Nobu?”

He doesn’t respond. Focuses on the road as you work through whatever you had to say

“Nobu...I think maybe I wasn’t good enough.” his eyes flick to you as he gives you a sigh.

“Any man that thinks you’re not good enough is a fucking idiot.” He expected this. Made a list of answers to your self-hatred so he wouldn’t get angry in the moment. Such a stupid thought, he blames it on the alcohol to soothe the irritation in his chest.

“Why did you wear a dress anyway?” He questioned, sitting on the edge of his bed as you take your hair down.

“Cuz then I can take it off easy! Pants are too hard when you’re drunk.”

He’s seen your panty-clad ass multiple times tonight. Teasing him with every sloppy movement you made. Getting on the stool at the bar, getting off of it, getting in and out of the car. He got a good look at the pretty lace covering your womanhood. As you pull it over your head, he gets to see a little pink bow that rests at the top of the underwear this time.

So brash, in all the years he’d been by your side he’d never seen this much of you. He knew it was the drinks, but It’s almost like you wanted it.

“Nobu?”

He hesitates, taking in the way your body looks as you stretch your arms above your head, yawn falling from your open mouth.

“Yeah?”

“D’you have something I could sleep in?” You ask it like you know he’s willing to give you something. Like he doesn’t want to see your naked body in his bed, fucked out and delirious with pleasure.

“What if I don’t?” He tried to mask the lust on his face with indifference and watches as you cross your arms.

“Not even a shirt?” He shakes his head no.

Too tired to really care, and too wasted to have any modesty, you crawl into his bed with a huff.

“Fine! Be like that then!” So cute when you were mad, face scrunching up as if your reaction alone could sway him. To be fair, it usually did.

He’s deftly untying his robe when he speaks over his shoulder to you.

“I don’t want you throwing up on my stuff... lucky I’m not making you sleep on the couch.” He mutters loud enough for you to hear.

He expects you to get angrier, but his fingers halt when he hears your giggle.

“What’s so funny y/n?” He stands, taking his pants off before coming to sit next to your body sprawled across his bed. You acted as if you belonged. A breathing sculpture made for his eyes only and soft skin forged just for his hands to enjoy. In his bed. Giggling and almost naked.

“You wouldn’t ever ever make me sleep on the couch!”

“And why’s that?” He grunts

“Because I’m your best friend” And you say it with so much confidence it pulls a smile to his face.

“Ah, I guess you’re right there.”

After a few beats he lets his hair down and comes to join you, laying to rest next to your body as you begin to squirm with a frown.

“What’s wrong now?”

“My bra... I need a shirt... can’t take it off without a shirt.. cuz then -“

“Take it off y/n.” His tone is clipped and the way he’s staring at you, you read it as annoyed. He’s right, he’s your best friend. It’s only weird because you’re making it weird. The alcohol fuzzes any concept of propriety from your mind.

You sit up and try to unclasp it yourself but, in your state, the tiny hooks are a puzzle you can’t quite figure out. Just fucking asking for it, he thinks to himself as you allow him to unclip it for you. He takes the initiative to trail his fingers down your arms with the straps, watching goosebumps raise on your flesh.

“Thanks nobu” You smile, quickly covering yourself with the blanket before he has a chance to get a proper look.

It’s maddening. He’s painfully hard, has been painfully hard since you took the damn dress off. He takes a few moments to collect himself, propped up on the bed with an elbow, he pinches the bridge of his nose. Closes his eyes and breathes.

“D-Did I do something?” You whisper, face half hidden under the comforter as you stare up at him.

“No. It’s just -“ he pauses, thinks of something to say besides ‘you’re being a fucking tease and it’s taking everything in me to be patient with this’

“You know how many people could’ve taken advantage of you tonight?”

He looks for a response and finds you shaking your head ‘no’, blanket tucked around your chest as big watery eyes meet his.

“Fuck me” he groans.

Having enough, he pushes you flat on your back, arm coming to cup your face.

“Don’t cry. Just answer me.” He still sounds annoyed, so you obediently lay there and listen. What if you annoyed him so bad that he forced you to leave? It’s not like you could go home, or even get there in this state.

“What if someone touched you like this?” His hand keeps caressing the side of your face, thumb swiping down to your bottom lip every so often.

“Someone bigger than you... you couldn’t do anything, huh?”

“I could try to get away..” and it comes out as more of a question.

His hand travels down your throat to lightly grip your neck.

“What if they were faster?”

You whimper and it takes a moment for him to realize that it’s not from pain. He’s used to being a little too rough, so he checks his grip. You liked this. His hand around your throat, panting at it even though he didn’t apply enough pressure to leave you breathless.

“I - could scream”

“Ah…”

His hand pulls the blanket down, giving you a sharp stare when you try to cover yourself up again. With the object out of the way he can finally see them. Pert nipples and plump skin, they look like they’d be heavy in his hand and with a grunt he confirms his suspicions. he shifts his weight and frees up his other hand, you mewl as he cups both of them. Squeezing them softly he asks you “What if you couldn’t scream?”

Your mind is fried. Torn between being uncomfortable with your best friend softly palming your breasts, okay with it because he was only teaching you a lesson, and shamefully turned on at the warm pressure of his hands on you.

“I....I..” you squeal as his pinches your nipples, eyes narrowing as he rolls them between his fingers.

“Stop moving... I’m trying to teach you something here.”

Like a good girl, you try to still yourself. You look unsure, as if you don’t know what to do, how to feel. When his hand travels to play with the waistband of your panties you finally collect yourself enough to wrap a hand around his wrist.

“No... wait!” You’re wet, embarrassingly so, to the point you can feel it sticking your panties to you. If he went any lower... if he saw it..

“Let go” it comes out as a growl, actual anger making its way into his face. And you do, because he’s already mad at you and now you were just making it worse.

His hand cups you through the fabric, eyebrows raising at the wetness dampening the cloth there. Shame fills your face and you can’t stand to look at him. It’s not that you were trying to stop him. Seeing the look in your eyes he can tell you’re embarrassed by it. This was what you were trying to hide? He scoffs and pushes the scrap of fabric to the side. Wants to warm you up, play with your clit until you’re a mess underneath him, but once he feels just how wet you are, he abandons that plan. Instead he opts to shove two fingers as deep into your pussy as they can go. Moaning, your back arches as he starts to curl his digits up into that little slice of heaven inside you.

“What if someone got their fingers in you like I did? What if they weren’t your friend and you didn’t want it?” He’s growling lowly as he nuzzles against your neck, teeth nipping at the soft skin as he sucks bruises.

“Nobu!”

You try to wriggle away from his mouth ravaging you, moving down to your breast and grazing his teeth against your nipple.

“Nobu…Nobu...” his name becomes a mantra on your lips as you grab a fistful of his hair. A thumb roughly circles your clit and the pressure continues to build. A few more minutes, a few more curls of his fingers and you’re close... so close your muscles start to tighten, whimpers getting lost in the open air as they escape your throat.

Before you can, though, he pulls back. Pushes you onto your belly, hands pulling hips up until you’re in the position he wants. Gently rubs circles into the small of your back and before you can even understand what’s going on, his cock is filling you up from behind.

“Fuck” he grits out. You’re still mumbling his name strewn along with quiet little whimpers. “Someone could’ve fucked you like this” he bends down to your ear as his hips slam into yours.

“Taken you like a bitch in heat.”

His hand squeezes tight to your throat and it makes apologies fall from your mouth. So tight he loses himself in the feel of it. Slows his hips down until all he’s doing is grinding up into you. Closes his eyes as his teeth clamp around your shoulder. So much wasted time waiting when it only would’ve taken him one night and a few bottles. He rocks into you quick, loving the sharp cry of his name you let out, followed by apologies.

“Stop sayin you’re sorry” he grits out, feeling the way you tighten around him at the sound of his voice.

“Just tell me.... would you want someone else doin this you?”

You yelp as his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hip, not so subtly pushing you back and forth on his cock.

“No!” Your voice cracks when his hips make contact with yours again.

He smiles “But it’s okay because I’m your friend, right?”

You nod fervently, heat building up in your core at an alarming rate.

“Wanted my cock in you…” you keep nodding, incoherently agreeing to whatever he has to say as he pinches your nipple.

Such a good girl, so submissive already. His other hand pushes against the small of your back, deepening the arch until your face is smushed against the pillows.

He keeps hitting your cervix, the tip of his cock forcefully bumping into it with every movement. Already knows how sore you’re going to be tomorrow, but that’s what he wants. Wants your legs to feel like jelly, thighs sore and cunt aching from being filled so well. Wants to hear you beg as he tries to soothe the ache with his tongue.

The bed muffles the screams as you cum around him, arms shooting back to desperately shove him off. It’s no use, hands grab your arms and he uses them as leverage to fuck you through it. When he’s satisfied, he wraps one arm around your stomach as the other settles at the hollow of your throat. Fucks up into you as he peppers kisses to the side of your face.

“So good for me” And the praise makes a sweet little cry escape from you. So pretty, and all his. The realization makes his thrusts more urgent. A few more jerky movements and he stills himself deep inside, slightly lifting you off the bed as he forgets to be gentle. He doesn’t want to, but fuck if he can control himself, he cums inside with a shaky moan. He rests there for a beat, enjoying the warmth around him, before he pulls out.

Nobu sets you down, laughing softly as your legs give out underneath you. “You learn your lesson sweetheart?”

#nobunaga #nobunaga hxh #reader x nobunaga #yandere nobunaga

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bates--boy · 3 years

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Peter was just about done with work that day, cleaning the bottles for the infant animals when his phone buzzed in his pockets. He shut the sink off, yanked off the wet rubber gloves, and pulled his device out of his pocket. “Oh!” he chirped, seeing the name of the sender.

[Naseem] Yo, Pete, it’s Naz. Was wondering if you have plans for lunch today?

[Naseem] I wanted us to do some extra rap practice and maybe go over the lines between Troy and Stefan before our big night

Peter turned to sit back against the lip of the sink, hugging one of his arms across his torso as he typed.

[Peter] i have a half-day today so i’m free once i clock out at twelve.

[Peter] i’d be happy to buy you lunch if you haven’t eaten yet. i know a great place to get a bite to eat.

[Naseem] Bet. My break’s half past noon. See you at your work?

[Peter] fine by me! see ya!

Smiling at the screen before shoving his phone into his pocket, Peter finished cleaning the rest of the bottles, went to the changing area to wiggle out of the waterproof overalls, and then to the employee area to punch out at the time clock and fetch his hoodie and his copy of the stage play from his locker. He looked down at the practically beaten-up book, some pages curled in, corners folded, colorful tabs poking out of the pages: pink for Josef’s spoken lines, blue for Troy’s; green for Josef’s songs, yellow for Troy’s. Slightly crinkled from the times Peter shoved it into his bag to carry at all times, or when he had his quick bursts of sleep while reading over the thing.

With a quick cleaning at the employee basin, Peter made a brisk walk back to the grounds, heading to the entrance area. He sent a quick message of his location and waited with the play lying open, quietly murmuring Josef’s verses. Soon, the familiar deep blue XC60 rolled onto the lot, with the Nigerian, Palestinian, and Swedish flags painted across the back. Naseem climbed out and waved as he strolled over, a leather messenger bag slung over his shoulder and his copy of the play rolled in his hand. When he drew close enough, Naseem said, “Wow, it’s been a while since I last came here.”

“Ah, so you probably don’t know about the new aerial arts performance they have here,” Peter grinned as they walked back to the conservatory grounds together.

Naseem shrugged. “I have. And I’ve been meaning to come check it out, but, you know. Schedule..”

“Well, the next time you’re free, come on over! I can even sneak you in for a show!” Peter nudged his shoulder against Naseem.

“How are you gonna--” Naseem stopped once he saw the coy grin on Peter’s face. “Lemme guess: you’re the star?”

“One of them.” Peter bobbed his shoulder and looked away in faux modesty. He giggled and patted Naseem’s arm. “Come on, I know a great picnic area we can practice in.”

Peter and Naseem took the stroll to the benches, dodging giggling little kids darting everywhere to get to the next animal enclosure that caught their eye, and the wandering animals that escaped their habitats, mainly small bird and marsupial species. After Peter bought them both bottled smoothies at one of the snack kiosks, they settled at a table near the wooden fence post, drawing annoyed glances from passersby as they sat on the tabletop instead of the benches.

“Which scenes do you want to practice today?” Peter asked before pulling a long draught from his bottle. “We can just do a couple so I can treat you to lunch.”

Naseem skimmed the pages he had marked, going back and forth and shrugging. “Ones that have our characters singing so we can work these vocal cords. Let’s start with...” he consulted his shorthand notes. “Act III, scene 4. So, my character comes up to yours.”

Naseem clambered down the picnic table, took a few steps away, and stomped back. The chills Peter felt may or may not have to do with the complete switch of energy Naseem made. Even his green eyes flared with fury.

“Why the hell did you do that to Josef?!”

Peter sighed as his character did, shifting on the table and leaning forward on his knees. So cool and unaffected, to the point of almost being despondent. Peter still couldn’t figure this Troy out, but he spoke his lines.

“I didn’t do a thing to him, Stef.”

Naseem crossed his arms and tilted his head. “Oh, really? So when he said no to that stage deal because ‘his mom’s gonna die alone in their apartment while he’s out singing for pocket change’, that wasn’t you?” Peter had to pause here, as Troy struggled to find an excuse. Naseem threw up his arms. “God, what is wrong with you?! What kind of a friend are you?!”

“A realistic one.” Peter’s tone remained calm, stoic - a stoner too mellowed out to get worked up.

Naseem rolled his eyes. “Yeah, right. Realistic. Jo finally had what he needed right in his lap, and you couldn’t even be supportive of him because you’re realistic. That’s bull crap, even for you.”

“You can say whatever you want about me, Stef, but of all these people feeding him these wild dreams --” Peter swept his hand about, gesturing to a figurative crowd while a few eyes turned their way. He pointed to his own chest. “--I’m the only one looking out for him.”

“No, looking out for him would be helping him with this. He has a chance to get a better life, but you don't want that for him!"

"I don't--?!" Peter gave a scoffing laughing and rolled his eyes. "You're so far off, it's funny!"

"Yeah? So all this time you kept telling him to don't do it, it's not because you know you're wasting your own life being some bum mad that you lost your trust fund and you're angry that Josef can make it?"

"No!" Peter's voice started to boil, Troy's cool, arrogant façade starting to crack and chip. His free hand curled into a shaking fist.

"Then why? Why are you being such a shitty friend?!"

Out of the corner of his eye, Peter could see a uniformed figure walking up to them, parents trying to distract their kids from the argument.

"Because this would break him just like it almost did me!"

In a blink of an eye, and a sudden flush of heat on his cheeks, Peter was on his feet, too, feeling Troy's despair as he and Naseem were practically nose to nose. For all the anger, the anguish, and the overprotective adrenaline Troy was supposed to feel at that moment, Peter channeled the underlying heartache and exhaustion; he sounded tired.

"Like it did my sister."

"Er, excuse me," the uniformed man said when he came close enough, a hand reaching out to them. "Is there a prob--"

Naseem stared at Peter for a breath. "Your sister?"

Peter gave a soft, sad laugh. "Oh, that's right, I never told you about Anna, did I?" He silently filled his lungs with air.

You don't know the story of a boy and a girl Mommy pleasers destined to dominate the world

The worker looked between the two men, casting an especially long glance at the singing one. "...What?"

Born to hold the dreams that Mommy tucked away Cause she got bare footed and pregnant Waiting on her someday

The worker furrowed his brows. “What is--” he spotted the open scripts in their hands and lowered his own hand. “Oh... okay...”

Peter felt a tickle of a grin almost appearing on his lips, amusement almost breaking his character. Almost.

Commercial deals, toddlers on every single ad Barely out of diapers, and we’re out there selling fads Taught to walk so we could tap dance and do a twirl And hold our hands out for all the gold, silver, and pearls

Yanked outta school when the lime lights calling us Daddy got you a gig, so you better not fucking fuss! Tuck in your gut, tilt up your chin, chest out and sing You’re gonna make it worth taking this diamond ring

What you do with heavy makeup and cameras flashing? Swallow cotton and pinch our cheeks red to stay dashing Seeing enemies in friends looking for a ladder to climb Trying to bring you to ruin when they find the right time To strike, like vipers on the hunt for your big juicy kill And the only way to stop the cracks is a tiny yellow pill

A tiny yellow pill A tiny yellow pill A handful of tiny yellow pills Until her heart went still

Naseem slowly started to unfold his arms, his character Stefan hit with a world-shattering realization. “Oh...”

Peter turned his face away. “Yeah...”

Naseem shook his head and sighed. “Man, I’m... I’m sorry. But, see, here’s the thing...”

I had never known you were crushed this hard Ruled by your fears, beaten, tattered, and battle scarred Now that I think it, so much shit start to make sense Is this why a little stage work gets you so incensed?

I hate that for you, all this pain you’ve been burdened Chasing a high and identity that doesn’t leave you hurtin’ But it’s unfair how you hurt Josef with your sister’s ghost Breaking a dream for someone else’s overdose

What does it do for the person on the other spectrum Piss poor, tryna get meds for his ailing, dying mum When even his close friend is robbing him of a dream Cuz he can’t stop himself from falling apart at the seam? Still blinded by phantom lights, suffocating at the gills? What about Josef’s mum little pills?

Her little pills Her life saving pills If she don’t get hers, then her heart will stand still.

This was the part where Peter is stunned into silence, indignant, hurt, scrambling for more excuses, still trying to cling to the death of his sister -- the crux of Troy’s listlessness and indifference. But then a loud cry rang out around them.

The crowd of mere picnickers grew during their rehearsal, it seemed, now cheering and clapping and whistling, someone even going “You tell him, baby!”

Stuttering, Peter looked towards Naseem and exchanged smiles with him. They stood closer together, held hands, and took a bow.

“Thank you, thank you!” Peter called out, waving to the cell phones held out. “If you want more, purchase tickets for Inner City Lights before they sell out!”

“Written and produced by Gunnar Didig!” Naseem added, calling out the website to purchase over the hooting and whistling.

#note to self: never write a musical #life thus far ( story )#droid noodles ( writing )#and suicide imp tw #long post

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mikkomacko · 5 years

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Sweet As Honey 7

Harry's always loved the rain. From the time he was a little boy, hair still blond and straight, and teeth too big for his face, every time it rained, Harry was sat in front of the patio door to watch the rain. He used to think he'd be at his happiest when he was sat in front of the door, watching the water splatter in the backyard.

He was so wrong.

In the parking lot of Benny's, a drive-in that has y/n's favorite cheeseburgers, with rain splattering down on the car around them, Harry decides this is what happiness feels like. Her sock covered feet are up on the dashboard (even though she knows that's one of Harry's pet peeves) and she's tucked into the jacket he lent her on their first date, half eaten burger between her fingers as she sips on the glass bottle of root beer that came with her meal.

The spring rain is chilly but Harry's warm all over and he's positive it's not because of the car heater. It's the girl sitting in the passenger seat of his car, humming Blink-182 songs with him and giggling each time they both reach to the center console for a couple fries. Harry takes a drink of his milkshake, shivering at the rush of coolness in his heated body and the song playing on her phone changes to Adam's Song.

He doesn't mean to but the song makes him fall silent, staring out the windshield at the water stained image of Benny's. It's his lack of humming, he thinks, that catches her attention.

"Do you miss them?"

Harry blinks out of his stupor, feeling completely dumb for falling into the longing for his family when he's got the perfect girl sat with him. Ever since he met y/n, it's been easier to imagine a life with her than a life without his family but he still has his moments.

He hesitates, coldness blossoming in his chest because sure he misses them but they didn't support him and he's not sure he wants to be around people that don't want him to be happy. He's tempted to act indifferent like he usually does, shrug it off like it's not a big deal but when he looks at y/n, he can't. The lights of the drive-in are bouncing off her dark eyes and highlighting her cheekbones, and she looks so small in his jacket, and her eyes are just radiating warmth.

"All the fucking time." Harry admits quietly, fingers playing with the straw in his milkshake in attempt to distract himself from the ache in his heart.

Y/n doesn't verbally answer him and curiously, he tilts his head towards her. She examines him for a quick second, lips pursed to the right and if she hadn't looked so deep in thought, he would leaned over and kissed her.

"I wish I knew what to say," she murmurs, "I mean, I can keep saying sorry but I'm sure that's annoying by now."

Harry lips quirk up at the little chuckle she lets out because it is fucking annoying. It's not her fault that his past is screwed up so she shouldn't be apologizing for it. "Don't have to say anything, Darling. S'just life."

"I want to say something though."

Harry frowns, taken aback by the heat in her tone. She's got that crease between her eyebrows, the one that shows up when she's holding back, so he stays silent, waiting for her to continue.

"I want you to be able to talk to me, like really talk about it because something like that just doesn't go away and I think talking about it will make you feel better. I want to make you feel better."

He's a bit stunned. In the five months they've been dating, he's only ever heard speak with that much conviction when they argued about her attending his fights and even then she had stuttered over her words. Now she's sat in his car in the rain admitting that she wants him to get better. No one's ever told Harry that they want to help him fix himself, at least not in the way she is. Yeah, Nick housed him and trained him and helped him through bad nights, but y/n is trying to help him inside. She sees past the success and the sleek car and the fancy apartment. She sees him and it's so fucking refreshing to feel that way.

"I want to talk to you, darling." Harry assures, shifting in his seat towards her and setting his milkshake down. He leans on the center console, urging her closer with a wave of his hands. Her feet drop off the dash, turning to him and he cups her warm cheeks in his cold hands. "If there's anyone in the world I could tell everything to it's you."

Her own hands wrap around his forearms, holding tight like she might lose him. The thought makes Harry's lip tremble. "I know it's hard for you to talk about them but how am I supposed to take care of you if I don't know?"

"M'trying baby," Harry whispers and his eyes start to sting with tears. He doesn't know if it's the reminder that he has to be vulnerable for her to love him or if it's her utter desperation to care for him that's making him teary but it doesn't even matter. "I really am trying but when it comes to talking about tha' I don't even know where to fucking start."

"Anywhere Harry, you can start wherever you feel is right."

"Nothing about tha'feels right." He admits, sniffling back a hiccup. "Every time I try I just freeze up 'cuz-"

He can't finish that sentence. He doesn't want to finish that sentence because admitting it out loud would be admitting defeat. He's done everything he possibly could over the years to feel strong and capable but at the center of all his work is the fact that he's broken. He can't talk about his family because it scares him, it makes him weak and he doesn't know how to fix it. If he can't fix it, he can ignore it. It's what he's always done.

Her hands lovingly stroke up and down his arms, encouraging him to finish his words but he doesn't want to. He doesn't want her to know that he's not as tough as she thinks he is.

"I just can't do it baby."

It must be the defeated look in his eyes or the way his shoulders slump in on himself that pulls her back. She squeezes his biceps one last time, nodding solemnly. Harry, entirely grateful, slots his lips with hers. He may not be able to say what he feels but can definitely show.

She melts into him, mouth working with his and hands rubbing over his shoulders and down his back, her blunt nails digging into his shirt. Just like before, the warmth from her is back, completely erasing the chill of the past.

Harry kisses her until he's dizzy, gasping for gulps of air against her mouth and then he pecks her swollen mouth one last time. They share gazes of understanding, y/n knowing that Harry needs time and Harry knowing that she'll be waiting for him. The two settle back into their seats, y/n bringing her jacket covered hand to her mouth and Harry's afraid she's regretting something until he sees the corners of her lips peeking out from under the denim. She's trying to hide her smile from him. When she notices him staring, she giggles into the jacket and brings her knees to her chest.

"Bloody cute, ya know tha'?" Harry mumbles, shaking his head in disbelief. Her cheeks tinge pink at his words and Harry finally notices the droopiness of her gleaming eyes.

He pulls his seatbelt over his chest, nodding towards her. "Buckle ya cute bum in, gotta get ya home safe darling."

She giggles again, doing as she was told. Once she's buckled in and reaching for her phone, Harry backs out of the drive-in and heads towards the highway. Y/n changes the music to a playlist her and Harry had made when he turned 21 and was drunk off his ass. He chuckles at the song she chose, remembering how he'd stood on top of a table at the club and loudly sang I Just Want To Make Love To You to her. He thinks she might have a video of it somewhere.

Etta James is the only sound in the car for a good while, the two of them holding hands on the console and y/n stealing drinks of his shake after holding the straw up to his mouth for him. Harry's exiting the highway when she turns to face him, gaining his attention with a low yawn of his name.

"Harry?"

"Hm?"

"You know I'll always love you right?"

His heart flips. "Course I know tha'." He chuckles but he's not entirely sure she means it. How can she? His family couldn't even love him forever.

"Like no matter what you can or can't say, I'll love you."

He thinks she might be able to read his thoughts. Or maybe they're just soulmates. "Love you forever, darling."

She leans over the console and pecks his cheek. "I'll keep fighting for you Harry. I know you don't think I will, but I'm not like them. I'm going to be with you as long as you'll have me."

He grins, unable to find words to respond to his little fighter. He's 100% positive that she'll live up to that promise, despite the nagging in his brain, because she's y/n. She's his girl.

For the first time in months, Harry wakes up to an empty bed with his arm slung around his wife's pillow instead of his wife. His heart throbs in his temple and every bone in his body aches now that his pain medication has worn off. But because he's just so fucking lucky, on the table by his bedside is a bottle of ibuprofen and water, a black smiley face drawn in sharpie on the bottle with a heart. Smiling dumbly, Harry swallows down two pills with a gulp of water and he notices that the curtains on the windows have been shut completely, blocking out all sunlight. His heart flutters at the thought of y/n waking up and pulling the curtains shut so he's not woken by the sunlight that would undoubtedly make his head pound even more, and then laying out medicine and water for him, smiling to herself as she draws on it. He wonders if she'd tucked the pillow under his arm to keep him comfortable just how he's seen her tuck Bunny under Arlo's arm when he's fussy.

He lays in bed, pillow squished to his chest and still grinning, until the medicine has dulled how utterly crappy his body feels and then he kicks back the blankets with his lanky legs, twisting them into a heap at the end of the bed that y/n will definitely scold him for. He pushes himself up, hands gripping the edge of the bed as he waits for the bout of dizziness to pass. Once his head has stopped swimming, he stands on stiff legs, limping out of the room and down the stairs.

He's halfway down the stairs when he realizes that the atmosphere of the house is different than it has been for the past couple months. Instead of the usual quiet, tip-toeing-around-each-other mornings that have been routine since Anne and Gemma arrived, the house feels normal.

He can hear the beginning song from The Nightmare Before Christmas coming from the TV and familiar little giggles are flowing throughout the lower floor. Harry, slightly off-put that he didn't get to pick up Arlo, wonders what time it is and what y/n could possibly be doing that has him laughing like that.

He reaches the bottom of the stairs, finding the living room empty of people but stacked high with storage boxes marked HALLOWEEN. The TV is playing that channel y/n loves that always plays Halloween and Christmas marathons.

Following the giggles, Harry goes to the kitchen where he finds y/n and Arlo. Y/n is at the stove, cooking pancakes that by the smell of it, have pumpkin in them. Arlo is sat in his bouncer that y/n has placed on the big counter, wearing a light blue onesie that has his pacifier clipped to the collar.

With her back to Harry, y/n flips a pancake dramatically loud and the smacking sound has a hearty laugh escaping Arlo's drooling mouth. As much as Harry enjoys just watching his two favorite people interact, he can't help but approach y/n, arms outstretched to grab at her waist.

Arlo catches sight of him, tiny fists wiggling excitedly and instead of giggles leaving his mouth, it's a delighted squeal of "da!" Harry's heart flips, lips stretching into a tired smile as he drapes himself over y/n, mid turn around.

"Good morning handsome." She greets, giggling when Harry smacks a sloppy kiss to her cheek.

"Handsome?" Harry gasps. "Ya just saying that 'cuz I've got a bloody big knot on ma forehead?"

"Do you really?" She asks, looking over his face with pinched eyebrows and pursed lips. Harry bites back a laugh, knowing exactly what she's doing. "I don't see anything." She shrugs even though Harry knows the tender spot on his head is clearly visible.

"You're sweet darling." He says, rotating her hips to face him. He urges her closer, big hands on her lower back pulling her to him. "Dance with me please."

She giggles and says, "You're gonna make me burn your pancakes." Contrary to her words, she drapes her arms over his shoulders and steps onto his bare feet, her socks fluffy and warm on his cold toes. Harry reaches behind her and turns off the stove.

"Taken care of."

Her eyes flicker between his, glowing with that twinkle of love he's come to know and it makes his veins heat up. "Always take care of everything, don't you?" She murmurs thoughtfully as Harry begins to rock them back and forth.

"Just take care of my family." He replies, bringing his right hand to the back of her head. "Do anything for you three."

Before he can even gauge her reaction she's pressing a tender peck to his chin. "You hear that Arlo?" She gasps, turning her head to face the baby that's curiously watching them. At the sound of his name, he babbles happily. "Daddy spilt the beans. You're gonna be a big brother!"

Even though he probably has no understanding of what y/n just said, Arlo still squeals at his mom's energy and kicks his chubby legs out. Harry chuckles breathlessly, his chest tight with the amount of love that's filling their home. It's one of those moments that has his eyes stinging and his stomach in knots because he's so unbelievably lucky to have ended up in this kitchen with his wife dancing on his feet and his two babies happily enjoying their mom.

Before Anne and Gemma showed up, everyday was like this. Everyday he woke up to his wonderfully carefree wife and his sweet little boy. Everyday it was just them in their own world and it was more enough. It's everything to him. And he wants to wake up every morning to just his family. He doesn't need- doesn't want Gemma and Anne here. He wants his home back.

"Harry?"

The sound of her voice, croaky and tired, is enough to calm his racing heart. He inhales, ragged and trembling, squeezing his eyes shut in relief that she answered this late at night.

"Harry are you okay?"

Focusing on the sound of her breath, Harry croaks out a greeting. "Hi,"

There's a brief pause and he can hear shuffling on the other side. She must be climbing out of bed.

"What's the matter baby?"

Harry shrugs, forgetting she can't see the action, and wipes his tear stained cheeks with the back of his hand. "Bad dream." He whispers, his throat tight. It wasn't exactly a dream. It had been a memory of the day he was kicked out by his mother but this time Nick didn't help him out. He was left alone in his car on a dark road that didn't end until he woke up.

"Do you want me to go over?"

He can't help the whimper that leaves his mouth. The softness of her sleepy voice, the quiet sounds of her already walking about her apartment to come stay with him despite his lack of response, the fact that she answered her phone for him this late at night is all so overwhelmingly sweet. He wants to feel bad for waking her and making her drive at night but he's being selfish tonight. He needs her here; he doesn't know what he'll do without her here.

"Yes please," Harry finally responds and he hears her car engine turn over. She stays on the phone with him, telling him of the dream she had as she works her way to his apartment. He knows she usually never remembers her dreams and that this story is most likely made up by her to keep Harry distracted until she gets there. Nobody likes liars but Harry finds it sweet that she'd do this for him.

"You actually got me on a jet ski! Can you believe that?"

Harry chuckles, picturing her on a jet ski with him. He could barely get her on a yacht once and the whole time she was attached to his hip. "Must a been nightmare if ya were on a jet ski."

She giggles through the ding of an elevator that Harry's sure is the one in his building. "Wasn't too bad. You drove and I just got to hold onto you, which I don't mind."

Harry pushes himself off the bed, balancing his phone between his shoulder and chin while he pulls on a pair of boxers. "Better not mind," he teases, already feeling much lighter just talking to her. "'cause you're coming over here to give me loves."

She giggles again, quietly and he thinks she's in the hallway leading to his door. She whispers, "Of course I wouldn't mind cuddling my completely stark naked boyfriend," and he knows for sure that she's almost to his door because she's careful to not wake anyone.

"M'not completely naked anymore." Harry defends, exiting his bedroom into the dark living room. He flips on one of the little table lamps as he goes.

"You invite me over and have the decency to wear clothes? Fuck you Styles."

He can't help but cackle, a bit too loud, but he doesn't care because the sound of her footsteps have stopped.

"Come open the door for me please baby?"

Harry's already on it, turning the lock on the handle and the deadbolt. He doesn't hang up the phone until he's pulled open the door and come face to face with her. The smile on his lips remains, widening just a bit when she grins at him with her eyes all sleepy and her lips puffy and her body swimming in her pajama pants and tee-shirt. She launches herself at him, somehow managing to keep her touch gentle as her arms wind around his neck. His own arms swallow her waist, burying his nose in the side of her head where her hair is still mused up and tangled.

"You alright bub?"

"M'good," Harry replies, eyes shutting as he inhales the smell of her. "m'all good now."

"Sure?"

"Positive." He says firmly. He pulls back, her hands falling to rest on his bare chest and his own moving up to cup her face. "Wanna ask ya for a favor?"

"You don't have to ask me for cuddles Harry-" Y/n teases but Harry shakes his head, remaining serious. He has to tell her while he still has the courage. "oh, go ahead."

He inhales deeply, eyes staying on hers. They watch him curiously and warmly, and it's as he's holding her that he knows he's making the best decision. It doesn't matter how small it makes him feel; this is all for her, for them. They need this.

"Think I want to talk to a doctor or somethin' about my family," He murmurs. "and I want ya to go with me."

Wrapped up in the quilt that Marie had gifted him and y/n for their wedding, Harry strokes his fingers up and down Arlo's tummy. Arlo kicks his feet up excitedly, giggling at Hotel Transylvania on the TV. Though he can't see them, Harry can hear Gemma and Anne on the staircase behind him, decorating the railing with spiderwebs and orange tinsel. The thud of the freezer shutting in the kitchen reaches his ears and he tilts his head up to catch sight of y/n as she's walking by.

She comes around the couch, offering him a tiny smile. "I made sure it's not too cold." She says, shaking the bag of peas that she's wrapped in a dish towel. They rattle in her palm and the sound has Arlo babbling curiously.

"Sorry bug but these-" Harry takes the peas from y/n. "are for daddy." He's presses them to the knot on his head, hissing at the pain before coming accustomed to the pressure.

Arlo swings his little hand up, chubby fingers reaching for the ice pack but he's much to small to reach over Harry. Instead, his hand smacks into Harry's mouth.

"Watch it Arlo," y/n scolds, tugging his hand back down to his side. Harry frowns at the sting on his bottom lip, tongue licking over the offended area. "gonna give daddy another cut."

Harry taps his fingers in Arlo's tummy, hoping to make him giggle but all he gets in return is a cry of frustration in his ear. Arlo squirms under Harry's palm, trying with all his might to flip around so he can steal Harry's ice pack. He flings his hands back, catching Harry in the face again.

"Hey," Harry whines, flinching away from Arlo's swinging fists. Arlo continues to wail his distress.

"Give me that." Y/n sighs, reaching for the bag by Harry's head. Harry let's her take it, catching Arlo's wrists in his newly freed hand. Arlo screeches, tugging away from Harry and glaring at y/n with a furrow between his eyebrows.

Y/n walks off, taking the peas with her and Arlo immediately breaks into cries. Harry lifts him and flips him around to face him, standing the little one on his stomach. "None of this crying," Harry shushes, bouncing Arlo to calm him. "asked for it when ya were being mean. Now give mumma a second, alright?"

Arlo squirms away from Harry, furious at him and y/n but as soon as Harry releases Arlo's hands, the wailing boy is reaching for Harry's neck. Harry brings him up to his chest, laying Arlo down so he can cry into his dad's neck. Harry pats Arlo's back gently, endeared that even when Arlo's mad at him, he wants Harry to hold him.

Seconds later, y/n returns with Harry's ice pack in one hand and a tiny little bag in the other. Harry turns Arlo back over and cradles him in the crook of his arm.

"One for daddy," y/n hands the big pack to Harry and he holds it against his head. "and one for Arlo." She hands the small one to Arlo's grabbing hands and the crying immediately ceases.

Giggling wetly, Arlo shakes the bag like a rattle. Y/n swipes her fingers over Arlo's cheeks, leaning down to peck his red cheek lovingly. Harry grins innocently, tilting his head towards his wife. She rolls her eyes but plants a kiss on his cheek too, ruffling his hair a bit too.

"Now be nice to daddy." Y/n warns Arlo, shaking her pointer finger at him. He giggles, shaking his bag of peas at her as if telling her that he's got the whole world in his hands.

"I know bug," y/n coos. "just like daddy." Arlo beams, bringing his own pack up to his forehead and giggling proudly. He may not have the world in his hands but he's definitely got y/n and Harry in them.

Looking at his pale face and trembling hands, y/n thinks he might be sick. He had kept his cool all week, just nodding quietly when she would remind him of his appointment and last night when she'd made sure to spoil him with cuddles all night long, he hadn't at all hinted that he might be this terrified. Even this morning he was pretty normal, a little quieter than usual, but y/n didn't think much of it.

Now, sitting on the couch in Dr. Wells office, y/n can see that today is making Harry a lot more shaken up then she's ever seen him. His right leg bounces rapidly, and he's chewing at the inside of his quivering thumb. His left hand, that's holding tightly to y/n's right hand, is clammy in hers but she doesn't mind.

"Why's he taking so long?"

Harry's voice is gruff and strained, booming in the otherwise silent room. He turns to look at her, green eyes so wide and innocent she can't help but coo at him. He reminds her off a child going to the dentist for the first time, and she wishes she could answer his question but she's just as lost as him.

"I don't know bub," y/n says, squeezing his hand. "but I'm sure it's not a big deal." She brings the back of his hand up to her lips, pecking it sweetly and then petting at his knuckles once she's returned their clasped hands to her lap.

Harry let's out a heavy sigh, almost like he's trying to calm himself. He takes a deep breath, a small choking noise squeaking out when the door to the office opens. Dr. Wells steps in, immediately smiling at the pair of them as he closes the door behind him.

"Good morning," He greets in a chipper voice. Knowing Harry won't answer, y/n smiles politely and murmurs a "good morning" of her own.

"I'm Dr. Wells and I'm assuming you-" He points a thick finger at Harry as he sits in the padded chair across from them. "are Harry, yes?" He crosses one leg over the other and folds his hands in his lap.

Harry nods, squirming closer to y/n so his hip is pressed tightly against hers. She reassuringly squeezes his hand again. Dr. Wells smile twitches up encouragingly at Harry.

"Excellent. And who's this wonderful woman you've brought with you?"

Though she's 100% capable of answering herself, she remains quiet. Dr. Wells is trying to get Harry speaking and right now all he has to work with is the way Harry's attached himself to her.

"S'my girl y/n," Harry huffs, eyebrows pinching together. "and she can speak, for your information-"

"Harry, it's ok." Y/n interrupts quietly, patting the back of his hand.

"That's alright y/n," Dr. Wells jumps in, nodding at Harry. "Believe me Harry, I'm not the kind of man that thinks woman are meant to be seen and not heard."

Harry eyes him with indignance but offers no argument. Dr. Wells' grin widens appreciatively.

"My grandfather was that way. He often tried to treat my mother like she was nothing more than a housemaid to my father and I. My father refused to accept this, often refusing to let him eat the food my mother made or sleep in the sheets she washed. I learned from him that women are truly the heart of humanity. Any respectable person knows this."

Apprehensively, Harry nods just once. Dr. Wells warm eyes twinkle at Harry with a kind of respect. She doesn't know what he's picked out of Harry's behavior but whatever it is, impresses him.

"Who taught you the importance of women, Harry?"

Harry shrugs, clearing his throat a couple times before answering. "My dad."

"Your father?"

"Yes," Harry breathes and he nibbles on his thumb again. "he worshiped the ground my mum walked on. Treated her like she was what made his world spin."

It's odd for y/n to sit there, Harry practically perched in her lap, and just listen. Harry always makes sure to include her in conversation but this is not the time for her to speak.

"You're father seems like a great man," Dr. Wells compliments. "could you tell me more about him?"

She had heard it about Desmond Styles. Only a little bit because Harry didn't enjoy the topic of his father, but she knew that he was Harry absolute hero and that he passed away when Harry was just 13. She never pushed to ask what happened to him or how Harry coped with it. It's obvious from his reluctance to bring up his family that they never healed from the death of Des.

Both her and Dr. Wells listened attentively as Harry recalled his memories of his late father. Eyes downcast, he told them of how happy of a man he was. Des was always the life of the party at every gathering. He loved his family with all his heart, always making sure to tell Harry and Gemma every day that he loved them. And as stated before, he did all he could to give Anne the world. But the chink in his armour was his addiction to alcohol. Harry claims that he can't remember one day he didn't see his dad drink at least a bottle.

Harry curled in upon himself the more he spoke of Des. His shoulders hunched forward, pressing himself further into y/n and clutching her hand between both of his. She slings her free arm around him, soothing rubbing his tense back.

"What happened to your father Harry?"

Y/n freezes, waiting for Harry to respond. She has a pretty good feeling she could now guess the cause of Des' death.

"He got sick," Harry croaks and the crack in his voice is felt in y/n's chest. "got cirrhosis. Was just a matter of time I guess, when you take into account how often he drank."

It's like seeing Harry in a whole new light. Her brain had told her that Harry's father had died a quick painless death. One that was just a random tragedy, a strike of unfairness on the universe's part. But she was wrong. Harry had to see his father, his hero, crumble at the hands of an incurable illness. He had suffered far longer than y/n had thought he had. His inexplicable need to care and nurture her has come from a long line of rejection and loss, that started with Desmond Styles falling ill to a disease that required constant assistance. And judging from Harry's brief stories of his mother and sister, he'd probably been the only one to care for his father.

"You don't have to say anymore today, Harry." Dr. Wells says, voice softer than it had been before. "I'm glad you were able to open up so much, being the first day and all."

Harry nods sullenly.

"Y/n would you like to say anything?"

She's surprised that Dr. Wells wants her to speak. She thought this was about getting Harry taking. Even so, she's not missing anything opportunity to shower Harry with love.

"I'm so proud of you, Harry." At the sound of his name, he looks up at her with helpless eyes. "I know you think you're doing this for me, that you're telling yourself you have to do it for me but that's not true at all. You're doing this because you're brave, and strong, and kind. You want to get better Harry, and while I might be your drive right now, one day you'll see that this is about you."

Tears have sprung up in his eyes, his bottom lip trembling. Y/n cups his jaw, tenderly rubbing her thumb over his cheekbone. "You can be selfish sometimes Harry. I'm not going anywhere, I love you wounds and all."

Her words push the first line of tears out of his eyes, dripping down his cheeks. He inhales shakily, a small sob leaving his lips. "I love you more than anything," he whimpers, squeezing her hand impossibly tight. "I've never had anyone love me the way you do, to where they want to help me. And I know I'm not easy, all of this is so fucking complicated, but you've stuck by me. I can't even tell you how bloody grateful I am."

Before she can respond, he's practically pouncing at her, trembling arms wrapping her up tightly. His face finds the crook of her neck, cries being released into her shirt. She doesn't hesitate to hold him, burying her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck and soothingly stroking his scalp. She doesn't know how long she sits there with him, kissing his temple and telling him that everything is going to be just fine. By the time Harry peels himself off of her, Dr. Wells has left the room and left a small note on the table.

Take all the time you need, there's nothing more healing than the presence of real love. See you both soon -T. Wells

Eyes droopy and tired, Harry watches y/n swap out the candles in the living room for fall scented ones. Arlo, who had whined and scrambled around until Harry removed his onesie just ten minutes ago, has now dozed off on Harry's chest. He's starting to ache again but he's far too comfortable to get up and he's on the verge of falling asleep anyway. Despite the exhaustion tugging at his body, he quietly calls for y/n.

Finishing up the wrapping on flower patterned candle she's preparing for storage, she nods for him to continue. He juts out his lip, wishing she would just walk over and cuddle with him like he wants, without making him ask.

"Lay with me darling?"

A tiny smile pulls at the left side of her mouth and she sets the wrapped up in candle in the plastic box on the floor. She walks towards the couch, smiling growing when Harry stretches out his free hand towards her.

Like always, they fit together easily, curled around each other on the couch. The metallic clang of pans banging together flows from the kitchen and Harry finches, gently patting Arlo's back to make sure he didn't wake up.

Y/n laying her head on Harry's shoulder and affectionately rubbing his stomach, waits patiently for whatever Harry wants to say.

"S'it bad that I'm over them?" Harry murmurs, not wanting Gemma and Anne to hear him from the kitchen.

"What do you mean by 'over them'?"

"Don't want them here. Don't need them hear. I want everything to go back to when it was just us. Want to dance in the kitchen with you every morning and love on Arlo without them ogling me. S'like they doubt that I can be a dad."

"You are a dad Harry," y/n lifts her head to meet his gaze. "you're the best dad in the world to not only Arlo but the baby too. Whatever second guessing is going on in that big head of yours is bullshit."

She tips her head down, lips kissing his jaw sweetly. All of a sudden the weight of Arlo sleeping on his chest increases and it feels as if y/n has pressed herself tighter against him, and he knows she's right. He's a fucking awesome dad. He's done everything in his power, he's worked his ass off to make sure his babies would have a good home and family. And while that wasn't what he was intending to talk about, he's happy he let the confession leave his mouth. He really needed to hear that.

"It is bullshit," Harry nods. "all of this situation is bullshit. I just want to get it out of the way so our lives can go back to normal."

"It sucks right now," y/n whispers and she presses another kiss to the side of his face. "but we have to keep trying Harry. When we have this baby in June, who do you want to see in the waiting room?"

Harry shrugs even though he knows who he wants to see there. He wants Gemma and Anne there. He can't even begin to explain how much it would hurt if he had his second child and they weren't there again.

"It's going to get better Harry." Y/n promises, able to read him despite him not saying what he was thinking. "The three of you are just so tense around each other right now that nobody wants to speak up."

"It should be them." Harry huffs. "They're the ones that came begging for forgiveness."

"It should be them," she agrees. "but when they come, you need to not be so defensive. You know I'd never let them hurt you."

Her words strike something in his head. He's been afraid of having them around for a reason. He thought they'd hurt y/n and Arlo like they hurt him. But this whole time, he's been afraid that they'll just hurt him again.

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Season 1, Episode 1: A Different Place

Where better to begin talking about a show than the beginning? Like most shows, Sítio do Picapau Amarelo has a pilot episode.

...Okay, in this case, “pilot episode” is just a fancy way of saying “first episode”. Much like Rick & Morty and DT17, SDPA doesn’t really have a pilot episode that isn’t just the first episode (unless you count Doc and Mharti as R&M’s pilot, which I’d rather not), so to begin the series, we kinda have to jump right into the mess of things.

It’s like A Quiet Place, but not stupid.

As the episode begins, we are introduced to a two men on a horse-drawn cart. The man in the red box is a book salesman who’s a little down on his luck in terms of profits.

A little.

This guy isn’t really given a name, and I don’t want to call him “The Salesman” the whole time because that’s stupid. So I’m going to give him a name. Mr. Simmons will do nicely.

Anyways, Mr. Simmons falls out of the cart when it hits a patch in the road, and when he picks himself up, he sees a quaint little house on a farm, with an old woman knitting on the porch.

Here, we are introduced to the first of our main cast, Dona Benta, a kind elderly lady who owns this little patch of heaven known as the Yellow Woodpecker Farm. Yeah, didn’t take us long to get there, huh?

So Mr. Simmons sees this old woman in the middle of (what he believes to be) nowhere, and decides it’s the perfect opportunity to make a quick buck believing that:

Which, I dunno, man, she seems pretty comfortable just sitting in her rocking chair, knitting. Like, even as an outsider who doesn’t know a lick of what goes on in this farm, I’d say she’s content as she is, but anything to make some cold hard cash, I guess.

Also, I would not ever call this place a desert, even for the sake of exaggeration. There’s grass everywhere, bushes, trees, flowers, the works. If this where anything like a desert, I do not think this woman would be here, to put it simply. But, I digress. And I hydraulic press, but we won’t be seeing that.

So, Mrs. Benta goes inside to call for the kids, and here we meet 3 of our other actors:

Here, we see Pedrinho (or Little Pete, the boy in the blue overalls) and Narizinho (or Lúcia “Little Nose”, the girl in the red dress), cousins and Mrs. Benta’s grandchildren. They’re playing tag, I think, but they’re stopped in their tracks with their Grandma in the way, and-

Hang on, I feel like we’re forgetting something.

Oh, right. I almost forgot Emilia. She’s basically the reason I watch this show, no biggie.

Anyway, she’s in a race with the kids, when they’re blocked by Grandma. Emilia makes the smart move and cuts right under Mrs. Benta. It looks like this:

Another reason I like this show so much, it’s rife with smears, which I feel like any good cartoon should have. Like here, where Emilia friggin’ nyooms right under Mrs. Benta like a comet.

Emilia reaches the finish line at the bookshelf, where we see the Viscount of Sabugosa, a puppet made out of an ear of corn who’s very smart and polite. (His name is a pun, “sabugo” means corncob in Portuguese, and it’s a parody of the Count of Sabugosa, of which there were 9, the first being Vasco Fernandes César de Meneses in 1729- but everybody calls him Viscount and so will I because blah)

In this show, the Viscount is the actual size of an ear of corn, which makes sense, he is, after all, a puppet made out of one. I think it’s really funny that the cartoon is slightly more realistic than the live-action show it’s based on in this regard, because in the 2001 series, for whatever reason, the Viscount towers over everyone:

And he has a sick mustache.

Like, I don’t get it, out of all the characters, you made the guy made out of corn the tallest one in the cast? I get that the technology to make him actually small probably wasn’t all there yet, Grandpa in My Pocket was still 8 years off, but you really couldn’t find a guy that wasn’t the same height as Shaq?

Yeesh, only 2 minutes in and I’m getting sidetracked this often. Well, I guess it’s better than having nothing to talk about.

Anyway, Emilia wins the race, but the other two kids run into her, smooshing her against the bookshelf-

-and pwning her so hard she briefly grows fingers on her hand (and turning it into a left hand apparently, because the thumb is on the wrong side)

Mrs. Benta explains that Emilia and the other mystical beings must hide from the impending salesman.

Oh brother, I was wondering when we’d get to this guy. This is Marquis of Rabicó (Portuguese for Short-tail). Literally the first thing you read about him on the show’s Wikipedia is that he’s fat (which you think would be a given cuz he’s a pig), and his part of the Characters section isn’t much better, stating that he’s a “gluttonous, selfish, cowardly and lazy pig” and most of his episodes involve him getting himself and/or others into trouble by being a gluttonous, selfish, cowardly and lazy pig. He’s only ever onscreen to cause problems, either directly or by proxy. If I were to sum him up in one meme, it would be this:

Now, I don’t hate Rabicó, I’m actually quite indifferent towards him, but he does bring down a lot of the episodes that he’s a major part of. Thankfully, there aren’t too many episodes featuring him in the first 2 seasons, but from what I hear, Season 3 goes ham with that shit (pun intended) and it brings down the quality of the season as a whole, so it’s a good thing that’s as far off from now as it is. I want to enjoy the lack-of-pig while it lasts.

But hey, at least he doesn’t look like this:

Don’t do drugs, kids.

Rant over, Mrs. Benta explains that she wants things to look normal because the Yellow Woodpecker Farm is a very peculiar place, where all kinds of weird and wacky stuff goes on, and if word gets out about it, the place will be filled with tourists wanting to get a peek of the action.

Something that Mrs. Benta probably didn’t consider is that there’s a bigger threat to being exposed than just filthy tourism. That’s right, I’m talking about the GOVERNMENT.

I mean, think about it. How many movies have you seen where the government tries to hunt down an unnatural being? E.T., the Sonic Movie, a third one I can’t think of right now, etc. (Lilo & Stitch does not count) Now, I can’t speak for Brazil’s government compared to the U.S., but I know there’s gotta be a division dedicated to dealing with unnatural things that would no doubt arrest Emilia, Rabicó, Viscount, etc. and run experiments on them. Then again, maybe this cartoon takes place in a world where the government doesn’t even exist. I mean, we never really see any urban settings in the show (aside from a brief mention of “the city” in the finale), so for all I know, the world of Sítio do Picapau Amarelo is run by Vermin Supreme.

Real talk, you should all be ashamed of yourselves for not voting for this guy back in 2016.

Initially, Emilia won’t go into her box, but then she gives in and is dragged there by Aunt Nastácia, the housemaid of the farm with a knack for making dolls (so she’s essentially Emilia’s mom). She doesn’t really do much in this episode, but the Fat Bastard does even less, and I still mentioned him.

So Mrs. Benta lets Mr. Simmons into the house and he does this whole spiel about how great the books are, how they can take you to worlds you never imagined, fantasy and action, yadda yadda.

Meanwhile, the kids are off to the side and they’re all like “Well, we met the actual Hercules, get on our level scrub”. And of course, Emilia is watching with them, instead of in her box.

As Simmons keeps on rambling, Emilia is being a little peeping tom, not realizing that one turned head could lead to her being dissected like a high school frog.

Apparently, Emilia thinks she’s a regular Bart Simpson, with shit like spitballs and pulling out the man’s leg hairs. She’s really pushing her luck here, and for little reason. Sure, Simmons called the place boring, but that’s how it’s supposed to be to him.

Of course, Pedrinho and Narizinho are nice enough kids that they bail her out on this one and pretend it was them.

And before Simmons can ask what the hell is going on, Mrs. Benta gives him the money for the books and sends him out the door. And once he’s out...

I’ll give you a hint: it rhymes with go.

Of course, they’re not out of the woods yet, cuz Simmons is getting a little suspicious.

Busted. The truth is revealed, all laid out for Simmons to see. A talking rag-doll? Inconceivable! And yet, there it is.

Come on, Viscount. I would expect you of all people to uphold what Mrs. Benta said and stay hidden. You’re smart enough, you should already know what’s at stake, or at least that something is at stake. I mean, I understand that the cat is already out of the bag, but you’re not helping.

Also, you’re thumb is clipping into your bowtie, you should get that checked out.

Rabicó, I hope you get turned into salami. Not out of spite or anything, but just because I like salami.

Naturally, Simmons believes he’s struck gold and found the ultimate tourist trap. But when Emilia points out that if he tells anyone, he’ll sound like a crazy person-

-he straight up Villager Neutral B’s her,

hails a horse, and books it.

Wow, Viscount. Dick move mangling Mrs. Benta’s glasses like that. And all for an impromptu magnifying glass, which is pointless-

-because we can see the horse tracks perfectly fine without them.

(The Viscount isn’t this much of a jerk in the rest of the series, I swear.)

So, the gang follow the tracks until there are no more, which leads them to a corn store.

Wait, a... corn store? As in, a store that mainly, if not exclusively, sells maize and maize accessories? Compared to vegetables in general, that’s quite a niche market, I can’t possibly imagine finding a success in building an entire business around one type of vegetable. Corn is simply not as versatile as something like chocolate or cheese.

Oh no, wait, it’s just a bar. I guess this cartoon takes place in the middle of Prohibition 2: Return of Jafar, and the whole “corn store” thing is just a set up for a speakeasy. (I mean, you could also argue that it’s a diner, but I’mma go with bar because it’s funnier.)

And I’m guessing Simmons expects the place to put all of the meals on his tab, considering he’s going to get the money later with all the tourism. But then, why doesn’t he just pay with the money he got from selling Mrs. Benta those books? So he pulls Emilia out of his bag to show everyone that he has a talking doll and...

Hm. Probably should have put some air holes in that bag.

Anyway, the gang comes in, and Mrs. Benta asks for the doll back, with Narizinho hamming up her Oscar-worthy performance:

So everybody’s giving Mr. Simmons a mean glare:

Including this gentleman who looks like someone just insulted his favorite MHA character (it’s probably Tsuyu):

So Mr. Simmons desperately tries to convince everyone that the doll indeed does talk, and that she comes from a wacky place, but Aunt Nastácia intervenes and says that it’s just a normal doll.

She just straight up roasts Emilia, who (big surprise) does not take it very well. To the point that she is very visibly angry, which you think the barflies would notice.

I mean, look at that and tell me that you wouldn’t notice anything weird.

But anyways, they get the doll back and we get this cute group hug.

D’awww.

So they leave with Emilia-

as Mr. Simmons is beaten to death offscreen for stealing from a little girl.

As the gang walks home, Viscount bends Ms. Benta’s glasses back to normal. Took you long enough, ya jerk.

Not even close, my dear. This is only the beginning.

Well, that was a very good first episode. It introduces the world and many of the main characters very well. And while there were a few issues I had with it, they’re really just nitpicks that don’t detract from the episode as a whole. Overall, a good effort, 8/10.

So, yeah, that’s the first episode down. Join me next time when we watch episode 2, and meet a very vile villain.

Very vile indeed.

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Hi! May I have an Obey me and Mystic Messenger match up please? I am a 5'4 INTP-F gemini (more of an ambivert) ace/heteromantic girl pale skin wavy dark brown hair (the tips are purple) and eyes (with glasses) plus a little chubby(always with a smirk or a bitch face).Sassy I love justice and cats and to laugh(puns/dark humor) tease draw prank fight debate(about everything) learn and read(especially mystery thriller and fantasy) plus I'm a devil's advocate.Very open minded but confused with feelings (and people) so I'm an expert at making jokes at the wrong time (and saying things I didn't mean or hurting someone because of how I said it) and not reacting "normally" to some situations.Not very touchy in public and have some issues.I'm charismatic prideful(saying sorry for me takes TIME and good luck if you want to have the last word cuz you won't) vengeful but I look chill with a distrustful aura(even if my friends say I have a baby face and eyes).Most people say I have anger issues it's more annoyance then anger(tsundere),it's difficult for me to get angry,if so I can't control myself.I care about my friends and family even If they don't notice it and they don't come to me for help cause they say I can be blunt while I think it's better to finish this quickly so I am more logical, but in reality and on the outside I'm expressive/talkative/protective/insecure a little naive but adventurous and a tomboy with some sadistic tendencies.I'm cruel to my enemies and indifferent towards nearly every situation but in reality I'm very kind (I hate suck ups and idiots I become very mean a snappy with them)!Very curious(and polite unless you disrespect me or is disrespectful toward something I believe in) in every domain(morbid ones especially)+ have no problem talking about anything unless it's sexual or VERY gore which means that morally a lot of my entourage don't agree with me.A daydreamer but calculative and a smartass+chaotic good/neutral Thank you very much ^^!

Hello! Let's start with Mystic Messenger, I ship you with...Seven!

This matchup was very clear for me: you have a lot of common points with him, and I think your personality would go well with someone like him and his situation.

—Seven would appreciate a logical person who can give him an objetive perspective of certain situations, and even if he isn’t very direct, I can see him wanting someone like that, who can say things as they are. His work requires for him to have this type of vision, so if his partner was also like that it would make things much easier for him.

—However, he would also adore that softer side. Seven is adventurous too, and a great listener, he would love to hear every thing you tell him or any plan you suggest.

—Luciel can sometimes be annoying, but if you told him to stop, he would, due to his respectful nature. Because of that, he would also understand the other aspects you mentioned (like public affection or conversation topics), and try to make the relationship as comfortable as he can. He isn’t prideful at all, so even if you are, it wouldn’t be too difficult to resolve certain situations between you.

—Of course, your interests are pretty similar. Cats, justice...and specially humor, it’s obvious you would bond very well over that. I can see you doing a lot of risky pranks, specially to Jumin and trolling in the RFA chat.

Moving on to Obey Me, I ship you with...Satan!

I was also considering Lucifer, but he can get really sexual and I believe many of your traits would be really appreciated by Satan.

—I feel Satan would go specially well with someone who has an intellectual connection with him, sharing interests and being able to learn from each other in certain aspects. He would love to finally have someone who he can talk to properly and is versatile with conversation topics.

—Satan strikes me as another devil's advocate, looking to things in a bigger perspective and going against what the brothers might think about different situations. I believe he would be really appealed by a person who is also like that.

—He is pretty analytical with people, so I think he would understand your reactions to certain situations and not be bothered at all.

—Of course, Satan is also really logical, so his partner being like that would be a plus for the relationship. The only brother who also has this mindset is Lucifer, and well...He would be very happy to finally have someone who truly understands him in that regard.

—He would also like the sweeter side of you, being finally able to relax and goof around with someone he trusts.

I hope you liked it!

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low-budget-korra · 5 years

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Coments about The Last Airbender and Legend of Korra

and just a quick review of The Last Airbender

It had been a while since I had been taking a few days just to re-watch this show and it was great.

I will never understand why they thought it would be a good idea to make Aang and Katara Endgame as they even joke about her seeming more like a sister to him than a love interest in episode 17 of book 3.

By the way this episode is cool because it has the confrontation between who we are and the image we transmit to the world.

Toph has always been one of the favorite characters. Honestly what they did to her is something to applaud, what could be considered a weakness is actually her greatest power.

And it's so hard to find tv shows and films that address disability in such a natural and inclusive way, Toph is best earthbender because of it.

I know, I'm not blind, so I can't and shouldn't speak for them, but that's just a thought of mine.

Katara is literally the mother of the group and this makes sense since she lost her mother very early in her life and possibly felt that she needed to take the responsibility. And also she is an extremely powerful bender.

Sokka is the brains of the team. You can look at him and think he's the weakest in the group because he's a nonbender. But no, he's amazing. And he and Suki make a very cute couple of very powerful nonbenders.

I love Zuko, he has one of the best character development I have ever seen and he is also a very powerful bender but honestly he only had a chance against Azula in the Agni Kai because she has already lost her mind at that time.

By the way, Azula is one of those characters that I can only look at and think "Dude you need therapy". I can't feel "happy" when she's defeated, just sad.

A girl with only 14years breaking like that is just sad.

I know, she had theoretically the same creation as Zuko but Zuko had his mother and she didn't even have that.

Azula was raised, at least as I understand it, by her father and the 2 elderly women there, both of whom demanded a perfection simply impossible to achieve.

She already lost her mother and we saw how it affects her and after she lost her friends, and after her father left her behind… she just break.

It's sad.

And The Last Airbender succeeded in something where Game of Thrones and Avengers Endgame failed and did not live up to the hype, respectively.

From the beginning we know that Aang has a destiny to defeat the fire lord and this is built during the three seasons. Of course the hype for the grand finale is huge and when the hype reaches a certain level is dangerous because many productions cant do something to live up to the hype. And The Last Airbender has made it one of the best series finale ever not only because they live up to the hype but cuz they exceed it.

If It had fanservice, it was so well inserted in the plot that I honestly didn't notice. This is particularly is my problem with Avengers Endgame, very unnecessary and badly executed fanservice.

Now reviewing TLA I got in touch again with some older thoughts of mine.

First of all, how i miss the feel like now i miss those filler's episodes on TLOK. Now I can clearly see that the lack of filler episodes was very detrimental not only to characters like Mako, Bolin and Asami but also to Korra herself. I'd love to see Korra deal with a more "local" problem and not always something that was threatening the fate of the world. In fact, she even had moments like this, of her facing ordinary bad guys and preventing a guy from jumping off the bridge.

And second, the world is completely different in almost every aspect.

TLA the world is old, full of philosophy and myths and a certain magic. A world of war. And in TLOK it's a modern, realistic and "peace" world

Aang was an avatar who in a very short time had to learn a lot. He had to grow really fast and take on a responsibility he never wanted. It was wonderful to relive the journey of that boy in the iceberg who became a wise avatar.

Despite the war, in TLA the protagonists and the Avatar have a lot of freedom and their help is most often welcomed. In TLOK everything is really difficult and full of rules, for example, Korra is arrested in the first episode for defeating some bad guys.

I think this is what makes some people prefer The Last Airbender over The Legend of Korra.

Not to mention that when Korra says she is the avatar, many and even Lin Beifong have a totally indifferent stance as if it were not important. While Aang was seen as the hope for better days.

Another point is the bendings. A lot of people say the TLA bending were stronger, I don't agree. I think it's just a matter of context, in TLA the benders had to exceed their abilities because it was a world at war and if they weren't the best it would mean they wouldn't come home.

In TLOK bending is a sport , instrument of work and martial art. After all the world is in "peace" so why train for war?

I think we see the difference in fighting styles when Korra enters the pro-bending, after all the pro-bending is kinda like MMA, when most of it what counts is not the beauty of the execution of the forms but the efficiency and speed of the blows and these dont have to be much powerfull cuz they not there to "kill or be killed", its Just a sport.

The sad thing is to see how the White Lotus has decayed and become just a kind of elite bodyguard. But it is understandable that just like the Avatar and after the great masters were gone, their role in the world was reduced by thinking they were no longer needed.

There were some things here and there that I didn't like aboute The Legend Of Korra or at the time I first saw I didn't get it right. Be it the giant fight at the end of book 2, argh, I hated that. And at the end of book 1, although I was always thrilled , back in the day, I didn't understand Aang appearing out of nowhere. But what he says explains exactly why he is there.

As I understand it, Amon uses bloodbending to disable the benders. But Only the Avatar has the power to take or bring back someone’s bend forever, because only the Avatar has the spiritual power to do so. And there when Korra was crying at that cliff, I think she thinks of killing herself but now I also think that there she may have accepted her fate and by accepting that she was now just an airbender, by accepting the lowest point of her life until then, she can open herself and enter into an avatar state. I think the creators just found a nice and cool way to show it instead of showing Korra there crying and out of nowhere start to "fly" and bend the elements. The avatars showing up was something in her head. It may be kind of obvious, but there are people who say it's not and the scene doesn't make sense

Remember when Tenzin later says, "True wisdom begins when we begin to accept things as they are."

In book 2, Aang tells Tenzin something that also fits Korra and The Last Airbender fanboys "... You're not me, and you shouldn't be me ..."

The ironic thing is that Korra would have been the perfect avatar in TLA, with her combative spirit. And Aang would have been the perfect avatar on TLOK, with his patience and diplomacy.

But they had to adapt. Aang had to be more like Korra and Korra had to be more like Aang.

Two sides of the same coin. They kinda like complete each other.

That's why i dont think it would be another avatar series with a avatar from Earth Kingdom. I mean, is like it's as if the cycle has already been closed.

But It Will be fun see some avatar dealing with the internet.

#avatar #avatar the legend of korra #avatar the last airbender #the last airbender #the legend of korra #avatar aang #avatar korra #Korrasami #azula #zuko #katara #sooka #Suki #toph beifong #lin beifong

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A dare is a dare! (Yukiya ReizenxReader AU)

Requested: 33. "I'm not weird. I am limited edition." + 34. "I turned out liking you a lot more than I originally planned." From this prompt list.

I'm so so sorry I know you've requested this ages ago and I took forever to write it so thank you for waiting. ❤ I've been in a horrible slump lately too :/ so consider this like a warm up and hopefully I'll write something cooler soon!

Genre: Fluff + humor

(Second person point of view)

"Your turn, Scarlett! Truth or Dare?" Amelia giggles.

"Dare!" Scarlett beams proudly.

"I dare you to order us some pizza; I am honestly very hungry." Amelia, the host of the sleepover, complains.

"That's your fault." You state, Scarlett nodding in agreement.

"A dare is a dare!" Amelia shoves her phone in Scarlett's face.

The blond shakes her head, but starts dialling the number anyway. "Shouldn't we order some for Yukiya too?" She wonders. Yukiya is Amelia's twin brother, and he's the only family member of Amelia's that's currently present at home; her parents are on an overnight trip of some sorts: you didn't ask for the details.

"Yeah, shouldn't we?" You turn to Amelia. Yukiya, in spite of being awfully attractive, is very shy and quiet, so you barely ever got the chance to utter more than a few words to him, if you even got to see him that is. Whenever you visited your bestfriend's house, he seemed to always keep himself locked up in that room of his. You sort of wished he didn't though, perhaps because of your undeniable crush on the blue-haired boy, just a guess though.

"Nah, he can eat leftovers if there's any." Indifferent, Amelia shrugs.

"You're so mean! I'll order one for him." Scarlett states. "Wait, what should I order for him?"

"Oh, good question!" Amelia perks up. Uh oh, that's never a good sign. "I wonder what Yukiya's favourite pizza is...(Y/N), you go ask him!" She smirks. You'd never really confessed to either of your bestfriends about the little thing you have for Yukiya, but you've always suspected they'd caught on, probably from the 'subtle' glances you'd give him whenever you get a chance to see him.

"Why me?!" Your cheeks heat up.

"It's your penalty for not doing the last dare you got." The two idiots nod eagerly, as if Scarlett's reason was very plausible.

"But this isn't fair! You turned my dare into a truth! Daring me to answer truthfully to your question isn't-"

"A dare is a dare!" Amelia shouts, cutting my complaints off.

"What are you scared of?" Scarlett inches closer to me smugly.

"Nothing!" I lie. "I'm gonna go ask him; I don't have a problem with that!" I lie again. Oh god, he's gonna see straight through me with those beautiful hazel eyes of his and just know I like him.

"Do I hear wedding bells?" Amelia sighs dreamily, as I was about to exit the room.

"Stop being weird! I'm only trying to get this over with; you're not the only hungry one here, you know!"

She scrambles off the fluffy, pink rug and rushes to her dresser, quickly and sloppily putting on her sunglasses. She crosses her arms, striking a 'cool" pose, "I'm not weird. I am limited edition."

After a few seconds of Scarlett and I staring in bewilderment, the former finally nods, "Yeah, that's definitely weird."

"You're both mean!" Amelia tears off her sunglasses and places them back on the dresser before taking her place back on the rug.

You shake your head in disbelief but do not say anything, leaving Scarlett to deal with that dork. Serves her right for selling you out anyway; you chuckle to yourself.

You tentatively walk to the end of the dimly lit hallway, purposely stretching out the time it takes to reach there by slowing down your steps.

Unfortunately but inevitably, you reach your destination. Heart pounding violently in your chest, you lift your fist up to knock on his door, but retract it to rehearse your lines a few more times.

After gaining the slightest bit of confidence you won't stutter the second he opens that door, you raise your fist again, but before your knuckles could collide with the wooden door, it flings open, revealing Yukiya in grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt.

"(Y/N)?" His eyes widen. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, I-uhm, you know.." What are words? Cuz 'damn, you look good!' surely wasn't the correct thing I needed to say. "I- what pizza do you like?!" You blurt out, making it sound almost like a threat- like you were mugging him of his pizza preference.

Confusion spreads across his features, "Um, I like margherita? Why?"

"We're ordering pizza for you- I mean for us- I mean for all of us...including you." Yeah, go ahead, make a fool out of yourself; that's exactly what you planned to do!

He laughs. Oh god that beautiful laugh; you'd never seen him laugh before, but now he was laughing because of you. "Thanks." He smiles. Now, you might actually be hearing those wedding bells Amelia was talking about....

Speak of the devil. Amelia's door flings open, revealing the girls. "You're taking too lo- ooohhh, look at that!" The smug expressions they both wore were enough to drown you in humiliation and embarrassment.

"We already ordered the pizzas!" Scarlett exclaims and shuts the door, leaving you and Yukiya alone in the quiet hallway.

"What?! Hey! Wait, then why did you make me-" You shout but give up halfway through, knowing you'll recieve no answer anyway.

"Amelia already knows I only eat margheritas." Yukiya says quietly, a smile tugging at his lips.

"I figured as much." You sigh, accepting defeat.

After a few moments of awkward silence, neither of you knowing what to say, Yukiya breaks the silence with a gentle tone, "Well, do you wanna get a drink as we wait for the pizza?"

"Of course." You smile, and then smile even more upon viewing the way his face lit up at your agreement. Maybe you do have a chance.

You head to the kitchen, Yukiya leading the way even though you know this house about as much as he does, considering it's practically your second home. Amelia always invites you over, especially because her parents are barely ever home.

You take a seat at the dining table in their kitchen and watch as Yukiya rummages through their fridge. "Is chocolate milk okay?" He innocently holds up two small cartons of chocolate milk- the type kindergarteners would fall head over heels for.

You giggle, "Yeah, chocolate milk is perfect."

"Why are you laughing?" He sits opposite to you and hands you your carton.

"Nothing, nothing. It's just- it's cute; you're cute." The words come out before you get the chance to think them through. God, can the ground just swallow you whole right now?

A slight blush takes over Yukiya's normally pale skin, "Thanks. You're cute too." He mumbles.

Your heart did literal backflips. Well, maybe not literal, but it felt quite literal. "Thanks." You breathe out, fumbling with the chocolate milk carton in your hand before finally sticking the straw in and taking a sip of your drink.

For a while that's what both of you did, just quietly sip your chocolate milk, no words spoken. You wanted to say something; you needed to say something. It felt like a chance you had to take; you could finally catch the attention of your crush, but you're quietly drinking chocolate milk!

You open your mouth to speak, but the doorbell interrupts you.

"That must be the pizza." Yukiya gets up, dumping his empty carton in the trashcan before rushing to the front door. Dammit. Your time with him is over; did you really need to waste your time being so uncomfortable and awkward? Jeez.

Scolding yourself all the way towards the door, you almost lose hope of ever getting such a good chance to talk to him like that. But you see Yukiya holding up about seven boxes of pizza, looking like a frightened, confused puppy.

"Oh! (Y/N)! Could you help me? Just pull out the hundred in my pocket, please." He pleads.

"Sure." You rush towards him, quickly sticking your hand in his sweat pants' pocket, eager to release him of the struggle he's in. However, your rashness results in your hand brushing against something you didn't quite need to touch. Not at this stage of your relationship at least.

Your eyes meet his equally panicked ones. "I- um..I meant my jacket's pocket.." His cheeks turn bright pink to match yours.

You turn your head to look behind you- a coat rack with a single jacket hung on it. Yukiya's.

You could feel embarrassment radiating from both of you; you quickly pull your hand out of his empty pocket and clear your throat. "Sorry."

"Can y'all get it over with? I still have work to do." The delivery boy huffs, following it up with a roll of his eyes.

"Yeah, I'm sorry." You quickly pull the money out of Yukiya's pocket and make the payment while Yukiya waits with his tower of pizza boxes.

After you shut the door, the awkwardness seemed to suffocate you both. God, it was going so well; why did that need to happen?!

"I didn't mean to touch your-"

"I know. It's okay; I should've made myself clear." He gives you a reassuring smile, but you could still see how red his face is. Maybe it was just him getting tired of the pizza boxes though, you tried to lie to yourself.

"Uh, here, let me help you." You grab some of the boxes. "They're such pigs; I don't know how they eat all that." You joke.

"And Amelia was supposed to be on a diet too." He adds, laughing.

You join him, "So was Scarlett!"

After that, the incident was completely forgotten and you were able to actually enjoy your time with Yukiya and the girls without thinking of how you touched your crush's penis minutes ago.

"Yukiya, truth or dare?" Scarlett asks before taking a huge bite of her slice.

"Truth."

"Booorriiinng!" Amelia boos.

"Shut up; I have a juicy one!" Scarlett shoves her palm in Amelia's face.

For some reason, that made you nervous.

And judging by the way Yukiya glanced at you for reassurance, it made him nervous too.

"Okay, Yukiya, do you like anyone?" She smirks and looks at me.

"Why are you looking at me?" I raise an eyebrow.

"I'm not." She shrugs. "So? Yukiya?"

He stays silent for a few seconds but replies in a calm tone, "Yes."

The two girls squeal, scream, and jump around, but you could only sit there, your heart rate faster than the speed of sound. Your eyes meet his; now, if you were reading his invisible signals correctly, he was telling you it's you, but you could be imagining that, so no need to do anything stupid. Not again.

"Who is it?!" Scarlett practically jumpscares the poor guy.

"You already asked your one question. These are the rules, aren't they?" He smiles.

"Ugh, Yukiya, come on, don't ruin it!" Amelia groans.

"Cut it out! You can't force him to do whatever you want." You defend, earning a thankful smile from him.

"Yeah." He nods, to which the two girls slump down in annoyance. "(Y/N), your turn. Truth or dare?" Were your eyes playing tricks on you or did he just smirk at you? Oh god, he's too hot for existence.

"Dare." You gulp, hoping he's as nice as he seems.

He frowns.

"What's wrong?" Your eyebrows furrow in concern.

He chuckles sheepishly, "I didn't think of a dare."

"I did!" Scarlett volunteers. "Can I pick her dare?"

Before you could say No, absolutely not! Definitely not in a hundred years!, Yukiya had already agreed. Well, shit. Nothing good was about to come out of that little devil's lips.

"(Y/N), 7 minutes in heaven with Yukiya, that's your dare." She grins like she just won some sort of battle.

"That's a different game! Stop twisting the rules as you please!" I complain.

"A dare is a-"

"Oh my god, Amelia, if you say that one more time, I might punch you."

"Someone needs a hug." Amelia pouts sarcastically.

You sigh. If this was a cartoon, steam would be rushing out your ears by now.

"It's okay; we just need to stay in a closet for seven minutes, right?" Yukiya's hazel eyes bore into yours, delaying your response for a few seconds.

"Um, uh, yeah."

"No problem then." He grabs you by your wrist gently and leads you to Amelia's closet, both of you choosing to ignore the wolf whistles coming from the two girls on the floor.

"Okay, this is too cramped." You breathe out after the closet door was shut.

"Tell me about it." Yukiya lets out a light laugh.

"On the bright side, we get to escape their teasing for seven whole minutes." I propose.

"True." He agrees.

Silence consumes the small space after that.

It was fairly hot outside the closet, so inside it was just hell, basically. Plus, you weren't a fan of not being able to see anything. You were also scared of moving at all because you really didn't need any more accidents.

"Yukiya?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you actually like someone?"

He remains silent for longer than you would've liked but eventually gave a response.

"Yes."

"Do I know her?"

"Yes."

Curiosity was getting the best of you. "Can I get a hint?"

"Technically speaking, you can, but that doesn't mean you will."

It was extremely unusual for Yukiya to tease someone, from what you knew at least, so that made you feel special in some way.

"Pretty please?"

"I don't know. What would I get in return?"

You paused for a few seconds. Then did something extremely brave. A side effect of the darkness, or maybe the heat had melted your brain to a puddle.

You blindly reach out for him and work your way up to his neck. You stand on the tip of your toes and pull him closer to you, praying your lips collide with his and not have some awkward interaction where you kiss his chin or something. Then, you'd have to move to Ireland and hide your real identity for the rest of your life.

By some miracle, it happened. Your lips and his moved against each other with ease. His lips were slightly swollen due to his habit of biting on his lip when nervous, but they were soft nevertheless. Easily, what you'd planned to be a quick peck had turned into a passionate kiss.

You pull away, slightly panting. "Does that work?" You tease.

"Better than anything I'd dreamed of." He rests his forehead on yours. "I guess I turned out liking you a lot more than I'd originally planned."

The door to the closet flings open, leaving you feeling vulnerable and humiliated for some reason.

"Are we interrupting something?" Scarlett wiggles her eyebrows at the two of you.

"Ewww, I can't believe you just kissed my brother." Amelia whines, earning a smack from Scarlett.

"We planned that, you scatterbrain."

"I know, but still."

"I hate you both." You step out of the closet.

"Why? We got you a boyfriend." Amelia stares.

Your cheeks heat up. "Just shut up, will you?"

"Honestly, if anything, we should hate you; where are our boyfriends, (Y/N)?" Scarlett complains.

"That's not my fault!"

"You're saying there's something wrong with us?!" Amelia fake gasps.

You face palm and turn to Yukiya, who just gave you a sympathetic smile. "Yukiya, you have more of that chocolate milk?"

"Lots and lots of it." He laughs.

"Off we go then." You link your arm with his, turning him towards the door.

"You traitor!" Your bestfriends call out after you.

Well, it's their fault for 'getting you a boyfriend' after all.

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Loyalty - Harumi and Garmadon

Garumi - Garmadon x Harumi ___________________________ sorry for my bad english ^^" STORY: Harumi walked slowly along the forest near the Ninjago City Palace. Usually she liked to be alone, but something in her heart didn't give her peace. She looked up at the sky where the moon was shining brightly. His glow always drew her eyes and helped her to gather her thoughts.Since she joined the Garmadon army, she knew her life would change, but she didn't think that it turns so much. When she met Lloyd, she thought he was a man who would meet her expectations and fill her emptiness heart, but being evil and being with someone who fights for good doesn't go hand in hand. Girl admired her master very much. Garmadon was powerful and ruthless, which impressed her very much, but his indifference towards her was painful for Harumi. She leaned against the tree trunk and put her arms around her and then lowered her head. - I don't know what to do, that he finally notice me... She whispered to herself, although specifically she didn't know to which of the men she felt more love. There was no concrete answer to this statement. She closed her eyes and sighed but soon realized that she was not alone. She opened her eyes and looked around. Forest was dark but not enough not to see someone around. Stranger moved quickly and almost noiselessly. Harumi put her hand on the trunk of a tree and frowned. She was fed up with this game, so she screamed. - I know you're here! If you think I will not find you and kill you, you are wrong! In response, she heard mocking laught, the laught she knew well. Her eyes widened and she felt hands on her shoulders. She turned to attack, but the hands of the person behind her caught her hands in her wrists and squeezed tightly. Harumi felt that embrace even through thick leather bracelets. She was surprised that someone who was just holding his hands on her arms was able to catch her hands so quickly. At last she saw that the stranger had four hands. -Brave as always ... However, I don't think you would be able to kill me heh! Stranger said and Harumi realised who it is. It was Garmadon. Girl blushed and looked into her master's eyes. She didn't know if she was blushing or not, but it was not important to her. When she wanted to turn back her hands she felt stubborn and a strong squeeze of Garmadon hand's didn't weaken. -Emperor Garmadon. I would never hurt you! You are necessary for Ninjago City because without you this city will never know how it should work. Harumi almost said it in one breath. Garmadon released her hands and, laughing. He turned his back to her and he put one pair of hands behind his back and took a few steps forward. When Harumi wanted to follow him, Garmadon turned his head and said firmly. - Not everyone thinks like that Harumi. It makes me worried. I'm disappointed that I have to fight my son and I don't want to hurt him. After all, he is a good boy but my brother has lost count of what is important and he taught him absurd values. Garmadon visibly saddened and looked ahead. For a moment there was silence, which Harumi interrupted, hugging a little to Garmadon's back. The evil ruler knew that his words gained even more approval from Harumi, which he decided to use somehow. -My lord, Lloyd is wonderful, but don't worry because your power is greater. Lloyd takes care of his friends and people in the city, but he can't defend everyone. He has a great character and if only he was evil... I... Garmadon frowned and turned abruptly. He looked at Harumi with contempt. -I thought I was important to you! I'm the master of this world and I categorically forbid you contacting with Lloyd !! Harumi was a little bit scared and she retreated from Garmadon. She didn't want to let him know that she was afraid of him, but the respect which she had for him and the admiration made her stunned. - Master, Lloyd means nothing to me ... I promised my loyalty to you and you don't have to worry about anything ... And now I'm sorry but I'm going to rest. Harumi bowed and turned her back to Garmadon. When she wanted to leave Garmadon grabbed her by the shoulders and moved to her. He bent down to her ear and said. -Harumi ... you are my refuge and the biggest weapon I have. Your loyalty is valuable but your heart belongs to someone else ... Harumi pressed her lips for a moment and then answered with nervous in her voice -Master Garmadon ... You are my greatest love, but I was not sure if I'm worthy to admit it. Lloyd is a person whom I like but because he carries your surname. Please, don't be angry at me... Garmadon grinned in a smile that meant satisfaction and contentment. Now he was sure that he had everything he needed for happiness. Naive loyalty and love from Harumi was the biggest weapon for him to defeat Lloyd. Only what left is to implement one of the plans into life. If you read this - thank you! _______________________________________ DESCRIPTION ABOUT ART! PLEASE READ!!! About this ship: AGE GAP! Before I want to draw it, I just wonder what people will think about it cuz I dont want to be hypocrite. I wrote once in another fandom that I hate and dont support pedophilia so I have mixed feelings but after all I read on wiki that "Garmadon is several hundreds of years old." so I dunno if its count on pedo xD I think only carbon could be in his age category so don't say shit and if you dont like it just close this artwork xDDD I saw a lot of weird ships so its nothing special I think (?) and also: this was rlly weird about when Lloyd was born/was kid okay in series he become like teenager after tea and he find Misako and shes like emm 50? xD for me she looks like 70-80? If she is same age or similar like Wu (cuz they still flirting with eachother xD) so wtf?! Lloyd before used tea was like...8? or max 10? so when Misako was pregnant..at her 50-60 years old? xDD its impossible! xDD in that age she could only have deformed kid or with some dunno down syndrome? (Lloyd sometimes behive like that so I think he could have xDD) okay anyway I think this all is weird xD Thx for reading!

#garumi #garmadon #harumi #princess harumi #ninjago harumi #ninjago garmadon #lego #lego fanart #ninjago fanart #au #lego ninjago #grumpyvampart #garmadon harumi #ninjagomastersofspinjitsu

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Second Chances - Jeff x Reader: Chapter 12

Summary: Reader and Jeff work a project and become fast friends. The project ends and they go their separate ways, neither forgetting the other. With Hollywood being a small community, you two bump into one another either at events or projects, but there is always something keeping you apart. Will the obstacles ever end? Chapter 12 Summary: Reader and Jeff have breakfast and talk about California and Bisou

Warnings: language (probably), Anya’s crazy A/N: Please leave comments or let me know if you want to be tagged, etc. Italics are past conversations Jeff had with Anya, or personal thoughts. Please tell me if I missed a tag, Curious-sub7 I can’t get yours to tag for some reason, sorry! Word count: 2400(ish) Catch up here: Masterlist Tags: @jml509 @jasoncrouse @yellatthetopofyourlungs @bookchic20 @prettyepiic @rizflo-blog @curious-sub7 @backseat-negan

“Hell no!” Jeff answered quickly. “I have zero doubts about you and me.” “Okay, then can you see what she wants so you can get out from under it? I think she might only get worse if you ignore her,” she said. The very last thing he’d wanted to talk about his first night with (Y|N) was Anya, anything but her. “I’ll call her when I go back home. I don’t want anything to ruin our weekend together. When do you need to go back to work?” You took a sip of your whisky, “Tuesday morning. It’s never a long enough break.” He put his hand on the back of your neck and pulled you down for a kiss, “Then we’d better make the most of it, huh?” Saturday, Sunday and Monday with the man of your dreams sounded better than anything you could ever imagine for yourself. Jeff was the physical embodiment of tall, dark and handsome and you were sitting on his lap, with only his shorts between you and him. The t-shirt you were wearing was his and it barely covered anything. Your arm was around his shoulders and you looked into his sexy brown eyes. You knew you were smiling like a fool, but it didn’t matter, he was looking at you the same way. You ran your hand through his hair, he made what you took as a contented sound, and told him, “I love you so much.” His handsome face broke out into the biggest grin, “(Y|N), I love you, too.” You kissed him again, slow and sweet. Smiling at him as you got up off his lap. Jeff gave you a look like you took away his favorite toy. Running your hand across his chest and up across his cheek, you tell him, “Come to bed, my love.”

When you woke the next day, Jeff wasn’t lying in bed next to you. You had a slight panic until you smelled bacon and pancakes. He was making breakfast. You felt so lucky. The night before, you’d told Jeff you loved him, the actual words, and he returned them. You’d had a hunger for one another that only ended in exhaustion. At some point in the early morning hours, you’d managed to get into some underwear and a nightshirt…and kept them on. Now, you had a different kind of hunger and he was making you breakfast, your favorite at that. You swung your feet out of bed and your sore legs gave you a pleasant reminder of the night before.

Jeff didn’t see her until she was almost in the kitchen. He saw her stagger a little and he smiled to himself. Her hair was a mess, and she was pink from sleep, but she had a smile on her face that he assumed was because of him. He would have stayed in bed with her all day, but when he woke up it was already almost lunch time. He let (Y|N) sleep and had gone out to make breakfast for them both. He liked her tiny apartment. She didn’t have much in it, but it was set up nice and the view from the deck was amazing. “I like your place,” he told her. “It’s comfortable.” Her furniture was sparse, but it looked like it belonged in a cabin, very plush and warm. It only had the necessities, but that was part of the charm. He knew she didn’t get to spend much time in it and figured she wanted to keep it as comfortable and easy as possible. She smiled at him, “Thanks, you like my dinnerware?” He chuckled. When he opened the cupboards the night before, he’d laughed at her mishmash of plates and glasses. She had some Cabbage Patch Kids plates mixed in with plain white plates as well as Alvin and the Chipmunks glasses and Care Bears glasses that had a Pizza Hut logo on them. “Yeah, they’re fun,” he said. “Were they from when you were a kid?” She smiled remembering, but it wasn’t a bright smile. “Well, sorta. The Care Bears were mine when I was a kid. The Cabbage Patch and Alvin stuff, that I got after my grandpa died. He collected everything. He sold antiques out of his massive garage, which was full to the rafters with things and cars. My grandparents had a huge house. They only lived on the main floor. The upper floor was apartments, but by the time I came around, they were not used anymore. Grandpa filled them all up with his “junk” as my grandma called it. He actually bought a huge building to put the overflow in, which he filled quickly. The Care Bear glasses were mine from when I was little.” He got the feeling that she didn’t talk about her family because she’d been through a lot with them. He just quietly listened to her, appreciating the fact that she was comfortable enough to share that memory with him.

He stood there listening to you blather on about your grandparents. You didn’t like talking about your family because they all died miserable deaths. Talking about them was a reminder of how they had died. Sometimes, sometimes it was okay to talk about them and you didn’t cry immediately. The memories of them dying didn’t always come flooding back. “Wish I coulda met them,” he smiled. He dished up a plate of pancakes and bacon for you. You went around the counter to get the plate from Jeff. Instead he pulled you into his body and held you for a moment, his hand rubbing your back. Your face fit into the perfect spot in his neck. His heartbeat tapping a steady beat on your forehead. He smelled warm and like soap. You wrapped your arms around his strong body loving how he felt pressed against you. You wondered if when “Hack” was on hiatus that you could actually live with Jeff. He’d offered to have you stay with him the night before. If living with him was anything like what it had been in the last 12 hours, you were pretty sure it would work. You already knew that he was probably the best friend you’d ever had. You’d told him so much more about yourself than even Todd, and you’d been with him, in one way or another, for three years. Not only was he your good friend, but everything was so easy with him. It was like you just understood what the other needed. When you were talking, there was little to no explaining what was mean, you just knew. He was the only person that you were this comfortable with. You snuggled into him a little more, “Jeff?” “Hmm,” you felt the rumble in his throat and chest. “Can I stay with you when I’m in California?” you ask. “Sweetheart, I would love that,” he said moving you so he could look at you. “Then you can meet my girl, Bisou.”

I had three more months working on “Hack” before I could close up my apartment. “Hack” had been renewed for another season and that meant that I would be back in Philly in five months. The only thing I needed from my apartment was my clothes and even then, I only had two large suitcases that I needed to take to California with me. In the three months that it took to finish up season one of “Hack” I’d still entertained the idea of possibly finding an apartment or someplace else to stay while in California, but it never worked out for me to get back there. Jeff came back one more time and went to the wrap party with me where I introduced him to my boss, Bob Singer. Thankfully, the two men hit it off. Bob was like another father to me and I really wanted him to like Jeff. When I got inside LAX and had my phone back on, I had a message from Jeff. “Sweetheart, I’m running behind but I’m on my way. I didn’t have time to drop off Bisou before coming to get you, so you get to meet her right away. Anyway, be there soon.”

You grabbed your suitcases and took your time wheeling them outside to the pickup zone. It was a beautiful day in LA, not too hot, not too much smog. You were just about to stack your suitcases to sit on them when you heard the familiar rumble of Jeff’s truck. He beeped the horn as he pulled up to the curb and jumped out to help you toss the cases in the bed of the truck. “I’m so sorry I’m late,” he said. “Things got crazy and this is the quickest I could get here. Bisou is in the front, I hope you don’t mind.” You shook your head that you didn’t mind and he gave you a quick hug and kiss before opening your door for you. Bisou sat up immediately looking you over. You were indifferent to dogs, but dogs always seemed to love you. Even the ones that had a bad disposition seemed to like you. You slipped into the seat just as security was coming over to tell you and Jeff to move on. Jeff waved at them and closed the door, trotting over to his side and getting in. Bisou was still looking at you. You held up the back of your hand to her to smell. “Hey darlin’,” you said to her. “Can we share?” She sniffed your hand and leaned against Jeff, seemingly unsure of this new person in her truck. “She takes a while to warm up to people that aren’t me,” he said. “Don’t worry about it. Dogs either love me or they don’t,” you told him. “My mom’s dog was a rotten little thing that never listened. He always barked at me when he wanted something. Little shit was annoyingly smart though. I ignored him and he just tried harder to get me to like him. It was funny cuz I would go over to her house and he would come sit by me like I was his favorite or something.” Jeff smiled at your story and said, “Well, I hope you’re not offended if she doesn’t like you. She growls at Anya. Always has.” “Speaking of the ice princess, how’s that going?” you asked.

Jeff had kept you informed of what was going on with his divorce, or lack thereof. He’d called her when he got back home after their first visit to see what she wanted. She had tried to lay a big guilt trip on him about how he was away all the time and women were constantly hitting on him and it had bothered her. It didn’t matter to her that Jeff had never acted on those advances, but there had been no denying the fact that she had seen both him and (Y|N) at his movie wrap party. Anyone could have seen how they were together, the sparks flew like crazy between the two of them. She’d been jealous and couldn’t let it go, essentially pushing Jeff away even further so that he didn’t even want to try to be nice anymore.

“I saw how you were with her,” she accused. “You can’t tell me nothing happened!” “Anya, I swear, nothing happened, we just became really good friends. I probably spent the most time with her on set because she practically ran the shoot behind the scenes,” he’d tried to assuage her. “Bullshit, you were looking at her like she was your favorite candy,” she hissed. “Maybe I was! Maybe I wished you’d been there in the first place. Maybe I wanted someone to look at me the way she does. Do you know you never once made me feel the way she does? I actually LIKE her more than you. She’s been a better friend to me than people I have known all my life. And ya know what? I fell in love with my best friend. I didn’t know it at the time, but I sure as shit do now. I don’t want anything to do with you, Anya. Quit stalling this divorce, put us both out of this misery,” he barked at her.

After that confrontation things had been better, but still somewhat contentious. She’d come to his house to get somethings out and needed to get another shot in.

“What’s she going to do when that dog of yours doesn’t like her?” she asked. “I don’t know. We’ll deal with it. It’s none of your business. Just because Bisou doesn’t like you, it doesn’t mean she won’t like (Y|N),” he said. He’d wanted to put his own jab in and say that almost none of his good friends had liked Anya, but he’d let it go. Anya laughed, ire in her tone, “Boy, everybody just LOVES (Y|N). Maybe I should come by sometime and tell her about all of the shit I’ve had to go through with you. Maybe then she’ll see what a piece of work you really are.” “Would you please just get your shit and get the fuck out of my house?” he’d countered.

He’d debated with himself about whether or not he should tell (Y|N) about everything Anya had said, but he’d decided against it. (Y|N) already knew about how crazy Anya could be. He’d been nice when he told (Y|N) about Anya, glossing over some of the angrier outbursts, but he felt that she understood there was more he’d not said. On the drive back to his house, he kept stealing looks at her. Three months was too long. He didn’t want to be away from her anymore. He wanted her all to himself, but he was grateful that she was going to be working in Burbank and would be able to come home every night. Philadelphia was just so far away. Bisou was laying down now. She’d done a little spin on the seat and had leaned into (Y|N) with her head near (Y|N)’s knee and (Y|N) was absently stroking her fur. Bisou had dozed off. “I guess she does like you,” he said. He put stock in how people treated animals and how animals responded to people. It only took a matter of minutes for Bisou to warm to (Y|N) and (Y|N) was fine with his big Rottweiler mix dog laying on her. “Dogs either love me or they don’t,” you repeated. “Maybe she knows how much I love you and she’s okay with me because of it.” “I’m gonna marry her someday,” he thought and not for the first time.

#Second Chances #Reader Insert #Jeffrey Dean Morgan #fanfic #JDM #jeff x reader #Chapter 12 #Kazosa

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