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night changes (spencer reid/reader)

Title: night changes Requested: no Couple: spencer reid/fem!reader Category: smut Content Warning: SEXUAL CONTENT (virgin!reader, virgin!spencer, loss of virginity (Spencer and Reader), penetrive sex, unprotected sex, fingering, heavy petting, groping/grinding), making out, cuddling, awkward moments, ssn2 Spencer, mentions of drinking Word Count: 5,705 Summary: Spencer and Reader have a lot of firsts together. A/N: I was listening to one direction with my sisters and the song night changes came on and it made me think about spencer and reader being each other’s first. Thank you all so much for the love and support! I appreciate it and you! Check out my masterlist!

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Something I hated about the BAU team was that no one’s secrets were safe. Once one person knew something about you, the rest of the team quickly found out. Secrets weren’t safe with anyone. Unfortunately for me, I was still learning that about the team.

I was the youngest and newest member. Recently joined a year after Spencer Reid, and was a year younger than him. Everyone on the team instantly thought us to be friends since we were so close in age, as well as being the newest to the team. Truth is, outside of work, we didn’t really hang out. Everyone thought we did, but we didn’t.

I’d be a big fat liar though, if I said I didn’t have a crush on him. He’s cute, funny, and genuine. I don’t think he pitied me because I was the youngest, but part of me definitely did think that.

To be honest though, I think everyone on the team pitied me, except for Gideon. I really only got this job- which started off as an internship- because of Gideon, he was my uncle after all.

One night, Penelope had invited the women of the team over for girls’ night. And that particular night I had too many drinks and let them know a secret. A secret I wished no one knew. It’s not something I should exactly be ashamed of, though.

I’m a 24 year old virgin. But, like I said, I shouldn’t be ashamed of that. Just compared to the other women on the team… It was a little embarrassing. I was just happy that they all agreed to keep their mouths shut and not tease me about it in front of the others.

That didn’t last too long… Because Derek freaking Morgan wanted to play Truth or Dare the one night we all had to stay late to finish paperwork. He claimed it was “To keep us young”. A bullshit of a claim if you ask me.

“Truth or Dare? Are you serious? What are we, 12?” I scoffed before sipping my tea. Spencer looked over his glasses at me with a raised brow. Derek scowled as he looked at me.

“Truth or dare, Sunshine?” He asked as he kept his eyes on me as I shuffled through the paperwork on my desk. I rubbed my forehead with the pads of my finger tips before looking over at him with pure annoyance on my face.

“Truth,” I stated firmly. I just hope my annoyance was known.

“When was the last time you got laid?”

“How mature.”

“When was it?”

“Derek, please…” I looked at him as I pleaded. I really didn’t want to let this out. “Three nights ago,” I lied as I looked down at the papers on my desk. Derek catcalled while everyone else just stayed silent.

“Seriously?”

“No. Not three nights ago. Unless it was with some guy in Arizona,” I scoffed, pointing out that we were on a case, in Arizona, at that time. Derek looked at me with a raised brow. “It’s been a while,” I lied again. I pressed my hand to my face, hoping to leave it at that.

“That’s not what I was told,” JJ whispered just loud enough for everyone to hear. I pulled my hand away from my face and looked at her with wide eyes.

“Jennifer,” I warned. She looked away from me the moment my eyes locked with hers. My heart dropped to my stomach, and an anxious feeling bubbled up my throat.

“What does she mean, Sunshine?” Derek looked at me with a raised eyebrow. I let out a deep sigh before pressing both my hands to my face.

When I finally pulled my hands away from my face and looked around the room, I noted that everyone was looking my way. Everyone except for Aaron and Jason. Thank God they were in their own conversation and not listening to the childish conversations the rest of the team were having.

“You’re a profiler. You figure it out,” I shrugged as I looked right at Derek. JJ and Emily shared a look as I stared at him.

“I might be a profiler. But you’ve given me no information…” Derek squinted at me as he spoke. I stared at him, staying quiet while he figured it out. I shifted slightly in my seat as I waited for his next “deduction”.

But I didn’t have to wait for his continuation. Because someone else had something to say, someone who had been quiet the entire time this was going on.

“You’re a virgin,” Spencer spoke out of nowhere. I looked over at him with wide eyes. I could feel heat grow ablaze across my face as I stared at him. If my silence wasn’t enough of an answer, I’m not sure what was.

“Oh our little Sunshine is a late bloomer. Ain’t nothing wrong with that.” Derek smiled at me. I dropped my shoulders as I stared at him.

“I hate all of you,” I muttered as I put all my things in my bag.

“C’mon we were just messing around.” Derek tried to stop me as I stood. I looked at him with a cocked eyebrow.

“Yeah, at the expense of my personal life,” I gestured at myself out of annoyance. “I’m gonna finish these at home. If anyone needs me I’ll be there. I’ll see you guys then.” I shrugged as I walked towards the elevators.

I couldn’t help the angered noises that escaped my mouth. Of course Spencer Reid would figure it out of all the people there.

“Hey! Hey, wait up!” A voice shouted from behind me as I got closer to the doors. I froze just as my fingers hovered over the buttons of the elevator. “Wait!”

“I’m waiting, Spencer,” I muttered as I withdrew my hand away from the buttons. He appeared beside me and pressed the buttons for me.

“I’m sorry if I offended you. I didn’t mean to.” He looked over at me as he spoke. I looked back at him and shrugged.

“It’s not your fault. It’s Derek’s,” I muttered as I stepped on the elevator. Spencer stepped on beside me.

“You know, there’s nothing wrong with being a virgin.” Spencer looked over at me as he spoke. I glanced at him and shrugged.

“Yeah, well it feels like a bad thing when everyone on the team has had sex except for me,” I sighed deeply.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Spencer asked, sounding almost offended with my statement. I looked at him and laughed.

“We can’t all be Lila Archer or Jennifer Jareau, Spencer,” I shyly smiled at him. I had known about Lila Archer and what had happened between them. And I even knew what happened between him and JJ.

“I’m still a virgin,” he stated so calmly that I almost didn’t take him seriously.

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not. I’ve never had sex with anyone.”

“But…” my words trailed off, as did my train of thought. Spencer looked at me with a smile before he shrugged.

“There’s nothing wrong with being a virgin,” he whispered before he stepped off the elevator.

{***}{***}{***}

It felt almost impossible to breathe. I don’t have time to explain why it felt impossible to breathe, it was just hard. Spencer Reid was coming over… Not just as a friend. No, he was coming over for a date.

Like I said, I didn’t have time to explain. Three striking knocks on the door pulled me from my own thoughts. I looked over at it with wide eyes before I swallowed roughly.

I straightened out a few things sitting on the coffee table, and myself, before I rushed to the door. When I pulled it open, Spencer was standing on the other side. He was looking down at me with a smile.

He was wearing a dark blue, chunky sweater over a white button up and black tie. Black slacks hugged his hips, and black dress shoes covered his feet. Glasses sat on his nose, in front of his eyes, and his hair was combed over to the side.

The difficult feeling of not being able to breathe returned quickly the longer I stared at him. To be fair, he stared back at me, a small smile growing on his lips. I hated how long we stayed quiet as we stared at each other.

“H-Hi,” Spencer finally spoke. I swallowed roughly and nodded as I hid behind the door a bit more.

“Hi,” I whispered as I stared at him.

“Are… Are you going to let me in?” he asked softly. I jumped once I realized he was still standing outside. I stepped away from the door and pulled it open more, silently inviting him in.

“S-Sorry. I just…” I watched as he walked into my living room. He turned and looked at me, watching as I shut and locked the door.

“It’s okay. I was a little nervous walking up the driveway,” he nervously laughed. I smiled and nodded.

“Well! I have snacks! And… And water! I don’t have a movie queued up yet because I wasn’t sure what you wanted to watch…” I held my hands together as I walked into the living room a bit more.

“Oh! We can…”

“I have a bunch of Disney movies… If you want to watch a Disney movie. Have you seen Emperor’s New Groove?” I asked, as I nervously pulled at my fingertips. Spencer looked at my hands before looking up at my face. I hope he could pick up on the anxiety I was feeling. And if he did, he didn’t say anything about it. Thankfully.

“No, I haven’t. Is it good?”

“I’ll put it on.” I nervously smiled before going to my TV to get the movie ready. Spencer quietly took a seat on the couch as I put the DVD in the DVD player. Once the movie was in, I stood up and went to join him. I sat on the opposite end of the couch.

Of course, by the time we got to the halfway point of the movie, I was sitting closer to him, and even holding his hand. It did take a little convincing for him to do that though.

And then we were at the end. The credits were about 5 minutes away from rolling. My head rested on his shoulder. We were very comfortable with the little bit of cuddling that was happening.

“Hey Spencer…” I mumbled, as I lifted my head off his shoulder. Spencer looked over at me with a mildly worried look in his eyes. “C-Can we kiss?”

“Y-you want… I’m sorry, you want to kiss… Me?” he asked as he looked at me. I looked back at his face and nodded. I quickly looked down and away from him once I realized how stupid that question was.

“We don’t have to… It was just a silly question… I was just thinking about our conversation the other day… And, well… Just ignore me,” I muttered as I waved off the question. I hated this feeling that I felt.

“Silly question?”

“Yeah, it was.”

“Do you… Want to kiss?”

‘Well yeah, I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to.’ I thought to myself. I looked up at Spencer, and nodded. I didn’t trust myself enough to speak.

“R-Right now?”

“Like I said, we don’t-” my thought was cut off by Spencer awkwardly resting his hand on my face and bringing my face to his. Our lips lightly touched.

I don’t know why I do these things to myself. Because I almost couldn’t breathe just with the thought of kissing him. But now it’s actually happening and I was holding my breath.

Spencer’s lips were soft, yet mildly chapped. He was so gentle, and I loved it. I loved every moment of it. While one of his hands held my face, his other hand held mine. It made me feel calm and safe. But Spencer had that effect on me. He carefully moved his head and deepened the kiss. Our noses smushed together as he moved.

After a few moments passed, we pulled away from each other. I kept still and my eyes closed. My body was trying to regulate itself and teach itself to breathe again.

“Are you okay?” Spencer asked after a moment of silence. I swallowed roughly and nodded.

“Yeah, I��m… Okay.”

“Was that up to your expectations?”

“Honestly?” I asked and looked at him. He nodded his head lightly. “I don’t know what I was expecting,” I whispered.

I don’t know a lot of things. But I do know this kiss was the best thing to happen to me. {***}{***}{***}

The kiss was… several weeks ago and nothing came of it. Everything went back to normal after the date and we didn’t speak of it. I learned my lesson though and didn’t give any details to the other women of the team.

Just when I thought things were okay, Spencer and I were forced to share a room while on a case. I never had an issue before sharing a room with him. But this was the first time we’d be spending time alone together since the date and kiss. And to make matters even worse for both of us… it wasn't just the room we were sharing. It was the bed too.

The tension in the room was high. It was just a kiss for christ’s sake. It was the bed that made it awkward. If we had two queens, like we were told, I’m sure there’d be no awkwardness about this. But unfortunately for both of us… We didn’t get the two queens.

Spencer sat on the far side and I sat on the other side of the bed. There was enough space between us to allow at least another adult to join us. He was reading a book, whereas I was reading over the file.

I hated the tension in the room.

“I’m going to shower,” Spencer announced to the room. I looked away from the folder I was holding and at him.

“Okay. Good luck,” I smiled softly at him. He looked back at me and nodded before entering the bathroom. I dropped my file to my lap before slipping off the bed and going to the fridge. He was a quick shower person, so I doubt he’ll be in there too long. I just had to keep busy till he came back out, then I could go to sleep. I don’t want him worrying about waking me up.

Once I had a snack, I returned to my seat on the bed. Deciding I was finished with the gory details of the case file, I clicked the television on, going through the channels before deciding to shut it off. Why would anything good be on TV in a hotel in the middle of nowhere? Sitting in the silence of the room was better than the garbage soap operas.

After about 10 minutes of my loneliness, the bathroom door opened, and out stepped Spencer, with just a towel around his waist. It was so hard to keep my eyes off him. This was torturous… This was honest to God all on him. He probably knew what he was doing.

“Forgot my clothes.” He looked at me with an awkward smile as he lifted his clothes. I looked up at his face and nodded.

“Yeah, yeah,” I whispered as I looked at the apple core in my hand.

Sure. I’m sure that’s exactly what you did.

I watched as he quickly went back into the bathroom. I closed my eyes just as he looked back at me. I silently prayed that he didn’t notice my staring. But who am I to kid? It’s Spencer freaking Reid. He definitely noticed me staring.

Spencer came back out, this time wearing his pajamas, which consisted of a matching set of a light blue button up sleep shirt, and light blue bottoms, five minutes later. He quietly took his spot on his side of the bed, sitting on the very edge. I hated how much space was between us, and I hated how tense it was.

The silence in the room was only occupied by the pages of Spencer’s book being turned. I hated the silence too. It was hard to say how much time passed, but it was a while before anything was said.

I looked over at him, watching him for a moment before saying, “Is everything okay?” I paused and swallowed roughly. “Between us, I mean?” I looked at Spencer with a worried crease in my brow. He looked back at me, a confused expression on his face.

“Yeah, yeah, why wouldn’t we be? Did somethin-”

“We’ve been walking on eggshells since we kissed each other. And that was so long ago, Spencer. I was just making sure…”

“No, nothing’s wrong between us. I promise.”

“You were my first kiss, you know,” I whispered as I looked up at him. He looked back at me with a nervous look in his eyes.

“I wish I could say you were mine…” Spencer returned with a certain sadness in his words. He moved so he was standing between my legs.

“It was a damn good first kiss, too,” I laughed sadly. Spencer raised an eyebrow before grasping both my hands. “I like you, you know,” I finally looked up at him, “And I have for a while.”

“I like you, too,” he finally said, as he placed his book on the night stand.

“No, not like… I like like you, Spencer. Not as a friend,” I muttered as I looked away.

“I know,” he whispered. I looked up at him, feeling my heart leap to my throat. “Me too.”

I really thought he just liked me as ‘just friends’. I thought that for a while, too. But why else would he kiss me? Maybe it was a pity kiss? But it was such a nice kiss.

“Really?”

“Yes, really.” Spencer nodded with a bright smile. I smiled as he reached for my hand. “I was surprised when you asked to kiss me because I didn’t think you liked me that way.”

“Why else would I ask you to kiss me?!”

“Well… I don’t know.”

“K-Kiss me again… If you like me, kiss me again,” I whispered, as I looked up at his face. Spencer looked back at me before slowly leaning over to me.

Our lips met in a tender kiss. And after a brief moment, we both deepened it. My hands lifted to hold his face as Spencer moved to straddle my waist. My body slowly slipped down the bed, and Spencer followed along. I laid down, perfectly on the pillow with Spencer holding himself over me. It was like there was a silent understanding. We both wanted more, but we didn’t want to be vocal about it… yet.

Something was about to change tonight… Actually, a lot of things were going to change tonight.

Spencer wrapped his arms around my waist, lifting my body up into his. He delicately pressed his hips into mine, prompting a soft moan to come from me. My fingers got tangled in his hair, gently tugging at it. I quickly brought my hands to hold his face, keeping him in place. Another soft moan fell from my lips, causing Spencer to freeze. I didn’t mean to moan. It was just an accident.

“Wait, wait,” Spencer breathed out against my lips. “We should seriously think about this before we do anything else,” he said as he pushed away from me. I looked up at him with eyes.

He quickly rushed off the bed, almost falling into the dresser. I sat up a little bit and watched as he paced back and forth in front of the bed. Seriously think about it before anything happens… And if nothing happens, nothing happens, it’ll be fine.

I moved to sit on the edge of the bed, waiting. Spencer stood a few feet away, talking to himself. I understood why though. I mean, I was talking to myself too, trying to get myself off the edge. My heart was going a million miles an hour, like I was a roadrunner outrunning a coyote.

Spencer continued walking back and forth, his hands going through his hair as he muttered to himself.

I looked up at him before I spoke. "We don't have to have sex-"

"I know," Spencer cut me off before looking over at me. I lifted my arms to cover my chest as he stared. "I want to. I want to do this," he stepped closer to me. “You’re the person I want to do this with.”

I looked at him, watching as he lifted a hand to my face.

“I want to do this with you too, but if you’re going to think so hard about it… Maybe we shouldn’t,” I whispered as I brought a hand to his. A small smile grew across his lips before he nodded.

“I agree. I want to do this. However… I’m ready. I’m not thinking too hard about it. And I want to do this with you,” he repeated.

“I want to do this with you, too.” I smiled softly. Spencer smiled again before meeting to kiss me.

As he continued kissing, we moved back up on the bed. Just like before, his arms wrapped around my waist. His hips ground against mine, eliciting another soft moan from me. My hands found their way to his shirt, pulling at it and the buttons to rip it open. Neither of us cared that buttons popped off and flew all over.

My fingers danced up and down his chest, tracing over the faint definition on his chest. Spencer smiled softly against my mouth. He pulled one of his hands away from my back, and rested it at the top of my shorts, right on my bare hip.

“Keep… Keep touching me,” I mumbled as I held his face close to mine. A small, but nervous, smile grew across his lips as he slipped his hand up my shirt. His fingers danced along my sides as he worked his way up to my bra. My breathing slowly grew ragged as he brushed against the hooks of my bra. “M-More,” I stumbled over my words.

Spencer laughed softly as he struggled to unhook my bra. I smiled once the hooks were undone. His hand was so gentle over my breast that it took my breath away. He massaged the supple skin, causing soft moans to come from me. I took a deep breath as he continued rolling his hips into the thin fabric of my pajama shorts. It was intoxicating how large his bulge felt between my legs, nearly breathtaking.

I needed more from him. He wasn’t touching me enough.

“I-I need more,” I cried against his lips. Spencer looked down at me, his eyes filled and blown out from the lust. He carefully brought his hand back down to my shorts. My stomach flinched at the delicate touches he made before he was cupping over my clothed sex.

My body instinctively moved away from him. When Spencer sensed my slight uneasiness, he went to remove his hand. But I stopped him, grabbing his wrist and keeping his hand against me. When he realized that this was really what I wanted, he nodded lightly before carefully pushing past the waistband of my pants.

“Is this okay?” Spencer murmured against my lips. I gasped lightly as his finger moved against me.

“I-It feels so good, Spencer,” I gasped as his movements hastened. I threw my arms around his neck before pulling him lower to me. I quickly buried my face in the nape of his neck. Soft and strangled moans fell from my lips, into his skin.

Any conversation between us stopped, and the room was filled with my pitiful moans. Everything he was doing felt so good, any thought I had quickly went away the moment it came.

“Keep going…” I breathed out. I could feel a tension in my stomach, getting close to popping. It was impossible to stay quiet at this point. Spencer gently pressed a finger into my entrance. The heel of his palm brushed against my clit, causing me to squeal from pleasure and excitement.

I just hope no one else on the team was in the neighboring rooms…

“I’m so close, Spen-Ahh.” My words were cut off by a louder moan than before.

Spencer kept his movements going as he started to whisper soft nothings into my ear. When he started pressing his lips against my jawbone, everything came crashing in. My body jerked slightly and my moans got a little louder. It felt as if the only thing I could say was Spencer’s name.

Once I was for sure down from my high, Spencer looked down at me with an amused expression on his face.

“W-wait, that’s not it.” I brought my hands back to his face. Spencer smiled and nodded.

“No that’s not it. I don’t want that to be it,” he whispered before pressing his lips to mine. He guided me back up so I was in a sitting position. I pushed my hands over his shoulders, pushing his shirt off in one go. Then I moved my hands to his sweats.

“Are we really about to do this?” I asked, mostly to myself, as I played with the drawstrings of his sweats.

“We do-”

“You keep saying that and it makes me think you don’t want this,” I pointed out as I lifted my head to look at him. But what I didn’t realize was how close his head was to mine, causing me to bash my head into his face. “Oh my god! Are you okay!? I’m so sorry! I-I didn’t mean to!”

“It’s okay,” Spencer spoke as he held his face. I looked at him and nodded. I was so happy his nose wasn’t bleeding. That would’ve killed the moment way more than it was already.

“Well, now I’m sure you don’t want to make love with me,” I mumbled as I looked away. Spencer quickly brought his hand to my face, coaxing me to look at him.

“I never said that. It was an accident.”

“So you do?”

Instead of answering me with words, Spencer pressed his lips back to mine. I took a deep breath as he started pulling my shirt off. Our shirts, and my bra both sat on the floor in a pitiful pile. His hands went back to my shorts, helping me take them off.

Spencer pushed me back against the bed before pulling his pants off. I looked up at him as he moved to hover over me. I could feel my breathing pick up, feeling my chest tighten the more serious this moment got.

"Are you sure?" Spencer asked from between my legs. I watched as he carefully lowered so he was closer to my face.

"I'm sure, I'm ready," I whispered and looked up at him. "Are you sure?"

"Positive," he whispered with a smile. He gently grabbed one of my hands off my chest and held it beside my head. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah," I mumbled. I realized my words didn't sound too convincing. But I swear I was fine. "Just scared."

"You don't have to be scared. Nothing bad is going to happen,” he whispered. Part of me almost said, out loud, ‘That we know of’ but my excitement was bigger than my terror.

"I know… I'm just… I freaked myself out. That's all." I nervously chuckled. Spencer smiled before carefully pecking my lips. "I mean, we made it this far…"

"It's not too late to back down now."

"No, I know… I want this. Please. Please tell me you want it too."

"I only want to do this with you," he whispered. He lifted our hands up and pressed his lips to my knuckles, "Ready?"

"Yeah, yeah," I whispered. My free hand quickly fell away from my chest and then grasped the sheet beside me. My grip was so tight that I was partly worried there’d be holes in the cloth when we were finished.

Spencer looked down at me with a kindness in his eyes. My legs were parted and sat on either side of him, making for easy access. He carefully pressed the head of his cock at my still sensitive sex. My eyes fell shut and my head tilted back as he pressed into me.

It was slow at first. Spencer pressed into me inch by inch every few seconds. Once he was fully in me, we both froze, trying to adjust to each other. My legs tensed the moment he bottomed out. Every ounce of air that was in me was knocked from my lungs.

I opened my eyes and looked up at Spencer. He was off in another world, his eyes glued to where our bodies met. I wondered what was going through his head at what he saw and what he was feeling. I just knew what I was feeling and saw.

Which was, I felt amazing and complete. And Spencer looked ethereal in this very moment. We fit together like a puzzle piece. Everyone always said sex was overrated and boring. But I was ready to argue that. I loved this intimacy between us.

Spencer finally looked up at me with a small smile. It was obvious he didn’t know what to do, exactly. Granted I wasn’t entirely sure what to do either.

“M-Move,” I instructed, as I lifted for his hands. He widened his eyes once he realized what he was doing. He grasped my hand before starting to roll his hips like before. A high pitched whine came from my throat as he moved slowly.

Spencer looked down at me with a concerned look in his eyes. He cautiously moved so his face was over mine. I swallowed roughly and looked up at him.

“Are you- Is this okay?” Spencer’s voice was gentle as he held my face. I bit my lips together and nodded lightly. My muscles clenched around him once the pleasure slowly started to build up again.

“It’s fine. I’m fine. Just… Keep going, please,” I whimpered against his lips. Spencer nodded, again, before pressing his lips to mine.

“God, you feel so good! I-I’ve never felt anything like you,” Spencer moaned into my ear. Another moan came from the pit of my stomach.

I couldn’t stop myself when my hips jerked up to meet his, intensifying the feelings. As Spencer continued to move his hips against me, our lips stayed together. My hands cupped his face as we moaned into each other's mouths.

“W-Wait, I wanna. I wanna see,” I murmured against his lips before pushing him away. He looked down at me with pure adoration in his eyes, watching as I looked down at where we connected. And then I realized why he was staring for so long. I quickly looked back up at him with wide eyes. “You also feel so good.” I smiled weakly, as my fingers slipped down to hold his jaw. Spencer returned the smile before pressing his lips to mine. “I love you,” I breathlessly whispered. He looked at me with a soft smile and nodded.

“I love you, too.”

It was hard to say how much longer we both lasted, but it wasn’t too long. His movements quickened, but also grew sloppy the closer he got. I quickly moved a hand between our bodies and began moving my fingers over my clit.

“Cum with me, please,” Spencer begged into my ear. I gasped and nodded. After a few more faulty movements, I came, and moments later Spencer came, filling me with an unfamiliar warmth in my stomach.

Spencer fell onto the bed beside me. His breathing heavy as he tried to catch his breath. I smiled as I looked at him, moving closer to him as I continued to crave his touch.

“I didn’t know you knew what to do,” I laughed nervously as I looked up at him. Spencer laughed as he looked back down at me.

“N-Neither did I… I just continued doing whatever was making you moan,” he returned the laughter before moving closer to me. I smiled when he wrapped his arms around me. “Was it everything you were expecting?”

“I’m not sure what I was expecting… But yeah, it was.” I smiled and nodded. I looked up at him, watching as his features softened. “You?

“Amazing, because I did it with you.”

“I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.” I smiled before reaching to kiss him. “I should shower… I hate the feeling of sweat and,” I paused for a moment, thinking about how raunchy what I was about to say was. “Cum... dripping from my body.”

“Sounds good,” Spencer whispered before pressing his lips to mine. “I’ll wait till you get out to clean-”

“You can come with, Weirdo.” I pulled his hand and dragged him out of the bed.

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“Heard this weird noise coming from the room next over from mine,” Derek spoke as he looked over at Spencer. I choked on my coffee and looked down at the table with wide eyes. “You get lucky last night, Pretty Boy?”

“Uh, I… Well…”

“Yeah, that’s… We were hearing weird noises from the room next to ours, too,” Emily pointed out as she looked at JJ. I swallowed roughly. I could feel my cheeks instantly heating up with everything that was about to happen.

“Who’s the lucky lady, Reid?” Derek asked. I looked over at Spencer, watching as his face turned three shades red.

“Well, who’s the lucky guy?” JJ looked at me with a smirk. Emily and Derek looked at each other, before looking at Spencer and I.

“No-”

“-You guys didn’t.” They spoke over each other once they realized what we had done.

“Hey, Spencer, truth or dare?”

“I-I’m sorry?”

“Truth or dare?”

“Truth…”

“Did we have sex last night?”

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h0tch-r0cket · 3 years

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Infatuation (18+) {a.h.}: chapter 3

summary: you needed a job. aaron hotchner needed a babysitter. the rest was inevitable.

word count: 4.6K

warnings: explicit language, drinking alcohol

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"To your new job! Congrats, Y/N!" Esmé hollered over the loud club music as she held her shot glass in the air. You lifted your glass next to hers, clinking them together, before you both threw the vodka back, the liquor giving your throat a slight burn as it went down. You placed the shot glass down in front of you, adding one more to the collection that was slowly growing in front of you.

You leaned closer to Esmé's ear, practically shouting to be heard over the music that was making the club walls shake. "Thanks for taking me out tonight. I appreciate it."

Esmé slung her arm around your shoulder languidly, evidence of the ever growing drunken state that was growing between the both of you throughout the night. "No other way to celebrate your last weekend as a job free woman than with booze and boys!" She nodded her head back towards the dance floor where you watched some attractive men dance, waiting for someone to join them. Esmé hopped off her stool in front of the bar and grabbed onto your hand, tugging on it to urge you to go with her. "Come on! I want to dance!"

You groaned at her request, jokingly rolling your eyes at her. "You know, I think I'm much more comfortable over here."

Esmé scoffed, clearly not buying your lame excuse to not go out on the dance floor with her. "One song?" she pleaded.

You turned your attention to the blonde bartender, a playful smile on your lips. "Another shot please." He nodded, topping off the vodka in another glass for you. He placed it in front of you and smirked at you.

"That one is on me," he said, placing his hands down firmly on the counter. You watched his eyes dart down to your lips quickly and you felt your cheeks heat up. You understood quickly the subliminal implications of the shot.

You dropped your hand from Esmé's grip, standing up from the stool. You placed your elbow on the counter and beckoned the bartender forward to come closer to you with your pointer finger. He leaned over quickly, eager to be closer to you. Once he was close enough, you placed your hand on his shoulder, bringing your mouth up to his ear. "Hate to break it to you, but I'm not interested," you whispered. You heard him clear his throat and he stood back up, clearly being brought down from whatever excitement he thought he might have found himself in for the night.

He nodded in understanding, a cocky smirk growing across his face. He lifted the shot, keeping his eyes on you as he downed it quickly. He placed the glass on the counter and leaned back over to you. "If you change your mind, you know where to find me."

"I won't. But thanks." You turned your attention back to Esmé who was standing there in slight shock as you walked over to her.

"What the hell did you do that for?! He wanted to get in your pants! You should have let him," she exclaimed as she motioned back towards the bartender.

"Not my type," you said bluntly, as you ran your hands down your dress to straighten it out. The dress was a navy blue with an open back and plunging neckline. It ended right at your thighs, hugging your curves along your body.

"Your type is dark and brooding men who have some sort of position of authority," Esmé teased as she led you out to the dance floor.

"I mean you're not wrong," you laughed as you started to dance next to her.

"Keep your eyes peeled. Maybe you'll find Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome tonight."

You shook your head in annoyance but continued to dance with your friend. It's not that you didn't want to be with anyone. It was the fact that you had a hard time opening up to others about yourself and letting someone be with you for every part of your life, whether it was good or bad.

You were so used to looking out for yourself that you never really looked for a partner that often. You only had one relationship that you would ever consider serious, but even then, you had ended things because you were starting college and wanted to focus on school instead of worrying about pleasing your boyfriend. He was understanding of it all but a part of you still wondered about the what ifs that surrounded the situation.

What if we were still together?

What if I let him in more than everyone else?

What if I was wrong about letting him go?

You shook the thoughts from your head as you let yourself focus on dancing with Esmé, not wishing to dwell too much on the past. There was nothing that you could do to have changed what happened, and quite frankly, given the chance to, you weren't so sure that that would have been something that you would have done anyway.

Sometimes, you wished that you could bring your guard down and let someone in but you were just too worried that someone would come in and absolutely destroy your heart.

"Maybe. Guess we'll have to see," you agreed, at least playing along with Esmé to get her to subtly take the hint that you weren't interested nor in the mood to try to find someone in the bar to take home with you.

"You know, I have to admit that the way you turned down that bartender was hot," Esmé laughed as she danced around in front of you. "He definitely thought he was going to be heading home with you tonight."

You couldn't help but laugh at your drunk friend, who even in her current state of being, continued to be your hype-woman. "Well, he definitely thought wrong," you teased.

The two of you continued to dance the night away, downing more shots throughout your time at the club. You were having too much fun with Esmé to think about anything else other than the two of you at that moment in time.

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The rest of the weekend flew by too quickly for your liking . For the most part, you spent your time at your apartment, just relaxing and watching movies to pass the time. And as the days drew closer and closer to when you were officially starting your new job, you were filled with excitement with what was to lie ahead.

On Sunday evening, the day before your first day as the Hotchner babysitter, you were walking Artemis on your usual rounds when you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. As Artemis was smelling each and every little thing on the sidewalk, you checked your messages.

Aaron Hotchner

-Good evening, Y/N. Just wanted to let you know that Jack's bus normally comes around 2:15 or so. This way you can plan your day accordingly for when you'll need to be here to pick him up. There's a spare key underneath the doormat out front for you to use to get inside. I should be home by 5, but should anything change, I will let you know. See you then.

-And don't be too worried about Buster, just in case you aren't a fan of larger dogs. He'll calm down after a few minutes of you being in the house.

You replied quickly, not wanting to keep your new boss waiting to hear from you.

-Perfect! I'll see him there!

-Have a goodnight!

-Thanks, Y/N. You too. You continued on your walk with Artemis, the playful pup determined to stop and greet every dog that she passed on the way.

By the time you got back to your apartment, the sun was beginning to set, the sky filled with different shades of pinks, reds, and yellows streaking across the horizon. It was as if an artist had taken careful brush strokes and painted the ribbons of color that stretched across behind the multitude of buildings, amplifying the true beauty of the natural world.

Upon entering your apartment, you decided to take a quick shower to settle in for the night. You took off your clothes in the bathroom and hopped in, letting the warm water run down your body for a few minutes before getting washed up.

After finishing the shower, you brushed out your hair and got in your pajamas, curling up in bed with one of your books that you were currently rereading. It was The Centaur by John Updike, the story of Peter Caldwell and his father George. It was a story that warmed your heart being that it was told from an older Peter's point of view as he looked back on the memories of him and his father with a new perspective compared to the way he thought of his father when he was younger. There was just something about the novel that you loved, whether it was the allusions to Greek mythology, or the idea that it was one of the bildungsroman stories that you loved, but you could never get enough of it. The copy of the book showed its wear and tear, the spine having small creases and the pages being slightly yellowed from your constant reading. But you could have cared less.

You read a chapter or two in the book before feeling tired and ready to turn in for the night. You shut off your light on your nightstand and placed the book on it. "Artemis!" you called out tiredly. You heard the pitter patter of the bulldog's feet on the floor as she came into your room.

With a running start, she hopped up onto your bed, curling into a ball next to you. You ran your hand down her spine as she settled in for the night.

As your mind calmed down and you drifted off to sleep, your last conscious thoughts were wrapped around the idea that tomorrow would start a new chapter in your life and you were ready to start and hit the ground running.

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You arrived at the Hotchner household the next day, eager to start your new job. You grabbed your belongings from your car and headed up to the porch, grabbing the key from where Aaron had left it.

Upon unlocking the door, you were immediately greeted by Buster in the entryway. The shepherd jumped up on you, trying to sniff every inch of you that he could. You figured he smelled the remnants of Artemis on your clothes and besides, to him, you were a newcomer in his house so you were filled with unfamiliar scents.

"Alright. Easy boy," you said softly as you scratched his head and urged him to get down. "Better get used to me being here. We'll be seeing a lot of each other." Buster barked gruffly, seeming as though he was still trying to determine whether or not he was going to trust you.

You made your way to the kitchen, dropping off your belongings on the counter before checking the clock hanging on the wall for the time.

2:00pm.

15 more minutes until you had to go get Jack.

Buster barked loudly at you, grabbing your attention. He was standing next to the sliding glass door that led to the backyard, his tail wagging excitedly.

"Alright, alright. Here." You opened the door for the dog and watched as he bolted outside to blow off some steam.

Your curiosity got the best of you while you were waiting to walk to the bus stop so you decided to peruse around the Hotchner home and try to learn more about them from the items that you found.

In the living room, you noticed the collection of children's movies that were stacked neatly underneath the TV in the entertainment center. You also saw a picture frame that caught your eye.

Upon looking at it more closely, you came to see that it was a photo of Aaron, Jack, and a beautiful blonde woman. The trio was at the beach, standing proudly next to a sandcastle that you could only assume was Jack's creation considering the way that it was constructed. Aaron was holding a younger Jack in his arms, the boy's legs wrapped around his father's torso. Wide smiles were on everyone's faces, even Aaron, who even from the interview alone, you could tell that he didn't have a genuine smile on his face often.

You figured the woman in the photo was Jack's mother. You could see the features that the boy shared with the woman—her smile, the same rounded face, and more obviously the blonde locks that rested upon his head which was a stark contrast to the more raven colored hair that Aaron had. Looking at the photo, the picturesque family, it made you further wonder what had happened to her and why it seems as though she wasn't in the lives of Jack and Aaron anymore.

A loud bark stole your attention away from the photo. You glanced at the sliding glass door to see Buster standing there, panting like a fool, waiting to come back inside. You set the photo back down on its designated spot on the shelf and headed to let him inside. He bounded through the door, going straight for his water dish which he lapped up instantly.

You took another glance at the time.

2:10pm.

You grabbed the spare key that Aaron left for you and locked up the front door as you left to go grab Jack from the bus stop that was at the end of the street.

It didn't take long once you arrived to hear the bus in the distance. You stood on the curb, teetering your weight on the balls of your feet as you waited for Jack. The expectant parents waiting for their children were deep in their conversations as you heard the loud rumbling from the bus from around the corner.

The bus came to a halt at the stop sign, the red lights flashing to ensure that any passersby would stop and let the kids get off safely. One by one, the kids came off the bus with their backpacks much too large for them. You smiled as they all ran excitedly towards their parents, wrapping their arms tightly around their parents' legs for a hug.

You saw Jack hop off the last step of the bus and he looked around curiously.

"Jack!" you called out, waving your hand. "Over here!"

The boy's face lit up with a smile as he came over towards you. He stopped right in front of you, glancing up at you with his eyes squinted to avoid looking at the sun. "Hi, Y/N!" he excitedly said.

"Hey, buddy! How was school?" You squatted down in front of him to be eye level as you talked to him.

"It was good! We got tadpoles today. Ms. Kingston said they're going to turn into frogs," he explained, his voice full of wonder and anticipation.

"That's so cool! Ready to head home? I'm sure you have a lot of homework to do."

He shrugged his shoulders. "Just a math worksheet and some sentences to practice. Ms. Kingston didn't give us a lot today."

"Well that's nice of her," you said as you stood back up. You placed your hand on his shoulder and started to walk back to the Hotchner household.

"Yeah, I like her," Jack said as you watched him absentmindedly kick a pebble along the street as you walked, his feet dragging on the cement softly. His head was tucked down, entirely focused on the pebble as he kicked it, watching it bounce down the street. He stuck out his tongue for a brief moment in his state of concentration. "I got to name one of the tadpoles."

"Oh really? What name did you pick?" You kicked the pebble back towards him since it left its intended path. You saw a small smile fall across his face.

"I named mine Kermit. You know, like Kermit the Frog from The Muppets?" He picked up the pebble from the ground and held it tight in his hand. "It's better than what my friend, Peter, picked out. He picked out the name Hoppy. How lame is that?"

You laughed at the boy's apparent disgust with such a generic name for the tadpole, clearly unaware of the fact that the name he picked out was just as much of a cliché. "So incredibly lame."

He hopped up the stairs of the porch of the Hotchner home and landed on the top step with a big thump. He walked over to the corner of the porch and placed the pebble next to the small collection that he had going on top of the railing. He turned his attention back to you and gave you a small smile.

"I've been collecting rocks for a while. I started with Dad one day and I always look for the perfect ones on our way home from school." He moved by the door, waiting for you to unlock it.

"That's so cool." You unlocked the door and Jack pushed it open, being greeted by Buster.

He dropped his backpack on the floor and knelt down by the shepherd and was scratching him behind his ears. "Hi Buster! Did you miss me?" The dog barked and gave Jack a few licks on his cheek. "I missed you too, boy."

You grabbed Jack's backpack off of the ground to get it out of the way. Locking the door behind you, you went into the kitchen and placed his bag on the kitchen table.

Jack came running in a mere few seconds later and was unzipping his bag, pulling out a lime green folder that was labeled Math and his pencil case. He grabbed a worksheet out of the folder and sat down, tapping his pencil on the table. "Hey, Y/N?"

"Yeah, Jack?" You grabbed a glass from out of the cabinet and poured yourself some water.

"Can you pass me the bowl of grapes from the fridge please?" You nodded and grabbed the bowl of fruit for Jack, placing it down on the table next to him. "Thank you." He picked one of the grapes off of the stem and popped it right into his mouth.

"You're welcome." You sat down at the table in front of him and scrolled on your phone as he did his homework.

The sound of the bowl of grapes sliding across the table grabbed your attention as Jack pushed it towards you. "Want some?" he asked as he put two more of the grapes in his mouth.

"Sure. Thanks, Jack." You grabbed a few grapes off the stem and ate them as you watched him do his homework. "What kind of math are you doing?"

"Word problems for addition. We just started them the other day. Ms. Kingston said they were going to be hard but I don't think they are," he explained as he wrote down the answer for the problem he was working on.

"Word problems can be tricky. Do you need help?"

He shook his head no and tapped the eraser of the pencil on his lips. "No, I'm good for now."

"Alright, well if anything changes, I'll be in the living room if you need me," you told him as you stood up from the table.

You heard a small okay from Jack and you settled on the couch, flipping through the channels on the TV.

Soon, you lost track of time as you sat in the living room. Jack's running made you turn your head away from the TV as you saw his backpack slung over his shoulder. "Everything okay, Jack?" You sat up straighter on the couch, trying to see where the boy was running off to.

"I'm all done with my homework so I was going to put my backpack away," he said at the bottom of the stairs that led to where you assumed his and Aaron's bedrooms were.

"All done already?"

"Yeah, I told you she didn't give us a lot of work to do for tonight."

"You did say that, didn't you?" you teased. "When you come back down, maybe we can play a game or take Buster on a walk or something."

"Okay!" He hurriedly rushed up the stairs and out of sight.

He came down the stairs a few moments later with a box in hand, pieces rattling as he went into the living room. He placed the box on the coffee table in front of you, allowing you to finally see what he was holding in his small hands.

"Monopoly, huh? Well, I gotta tell you Jack, when I play Monopoly, I play with absolutely no mercy," you joked as you rolled up your sleeves to your elbows, feigning cockiness.

"You're going down," Jack teased as he sat crisscrossed on the rug across from you and took the board game out of its box.

"I'd like to see you try," you encouraged as you sat down on the rug in front of him, leaning you back against the sofa.

The Monopoly game quickly ensued and the living room was filled with laughter as you and Jack played, trying to outdo one another. He told you stories from school as the game went on and you were amazed at how polite and respectful the child was. It was a shining testament to the way that his parents raised him and it made you excited about spending more time with him. You were truly enjoying his company which was something you weren't expecting.

After playing what seemed like an endless game of Monopoly, just as the two of you were cleaning up the mess, you heard a car alarm chirp which caused Buster to go rushing excitedly towards the door.

"Dad's home!" Jack exclaimed as he bolted up from his seat on the rug to the front door.

By the time he got in, Aaron was already making his way through the entrance, trying his best to maneuver his way between the excited dog and son duo. "Hey guys," Aaron said as he shut the door behind him. His voice sounded tired, like his day was really draining. You stood up from the rug and finished putting away the Monopoly pieces, watching the interaction of the father and son.

Aaron ran his hand through Jack's hair and roughed it up a bit as his other hand held onto a dark brown leather satchel. "How was school today, bud? Did you guys get your tadpoles?" he asked as he headed into the kitchen.

"Yes! I named one Kermit," Jack said excitedly, as he began to recount the day's events to his father. You heard their slightly muffled voices from the kitchen and figured that you shouldn't overstay your welcome and intrude on the time that Aaron has with his son. So you walked into the kitchen to go grab your things and head home for the day.

"Go take your shower, Jack. And then I'll make something for dinner," Aaron urged. The boy nodded and bolted upstairs but not before yelling out to you.

"Bye Y/N! I had fun today!" You felt warm at Jack's words, not only because of the fact that he was being kind, but also because of the bigger picture that he was enjoying his time with you, almost as much as you were.

"See you tomorrow, Jack!" You waved at him as he ran up the stairs yet again. You let out a sigh of relief and grabbed your purse off the kitchen counter. "That's some kid you have up there, Aaron. He's so kind and polite. I don't think I've ever met a kid as friendly and as well mannered as he is."

Aaron nodded his head silently, the tone of the room becoming much more dull than it had been about a minute ago when Jack was still downstairs. You watched Aaron grab a clear glass from the cabinet before going into a different one and grabbing a bottle of whiskey. He poured the amber liquid straight into the glass, pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose. "Thanks, Y/N."

"No problem." You watched as he took a large drink from the glass, placing the cup down on the counter in front of him. He turned to look at you, leaning on the counter.

He studied you for a moment, just as you did with him. His hair was soft and floppy, a few stray strands resting on his forehead. You saw the way that his warm eyes were almost masked by the appearance of the bags that hung underneath them, a testament to how hard of a worker you assumed he was. His thin lips were held tightly together, not even an inch of a smile evident across them.

A part of you felt awkward with the silence that filled the room as he glanced back between you and the half drunk glass of whiskey in front of him. But another part of you felt that it was normal being that you didn't know much about him and he didn't know much about you.

He stood up and dug around in his satchel for a quick moment before handing you a sealed envelope. On the front of it was Y/N written in handwriting that was almost illegible but yet it was easy for you to read it. "Before I forget," he said quickly. "That's your pay for this week."

"Thank you. I appreciate it." You shoved the envelope into your purse and exhaled deeply. "I guess I better be going."

Aaron took another long sip of his whiskey and swirled the rest of it in his glass. "Mhm," he agreed.

You figured that it was just the exhaustion from the day that made him unsociable. But a part of you was wondering if he just was always this distant with people and closed off. It wouldn't surprise you considering you only knew so much about him.

"Same time tomorrow?" you asked as you started to walk out of the kitchen.

"Yeah. I'll probably be home later tomorrow. Some board of education meeting or some shit like that," he said as he leaned his back against the counter, crossing his feet over one another as he finished the rest of his whiskey.

"No problem. Have a good night, Aaron," you said as you adjusted the strap of your purse on your shoulder.

"You too," he said, unenthusiastically.

Your lips turned up into a small smile before you turned on your heels and left the house, getting into your car. You threw your head back against the headrest and let out a frustrated sigh.

"What the fuck was that about?" you spoke to yourself. You stared at the ceiling of your car for a few seconds before rolling your eyes and turning the key in the ignition.

Once you got back home, after settling in and telling Esmé about your day, you turned in early for the night. You couldn't help but have your mind wander back to Aaron and the way he was so curt with you. It made you question whether or not he was having second guesses about hiring you as his son's babysitter.

You tossed and turned in your bed, trying to get comfortable and shake off the feeling that was churning in your stomach.

You were overthinking. You had to be. He just had a hard day at work. Maybe one of his students pissed him off or a coworker did.

Nonetheless, as you would find out in due time, that would not be the last time you fell asleep with your last thoughts before your eyes closed being all about Aaron Hotchner.

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Author's note:

Hello hello! I am so excited for this story you have no idea. I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

See you soon!

-jordyn

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Angel (Pt. 1)

Harry Styles x Reader

A/N: This one was inspired by Harry’s song Only Angel. It’s five parts in total. If you like it, be sure to give it a reblog and check out the other parts linked below. Thanks, and enjoy <3

Warnings: None for this part as far as I can remember. Angst that will be resolved in later parts. Suspense. Set in 2017.

Masterlist

Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

It was no surprise that they had asked him to perform this year. He had just released solo music for the first time, and it was popular. I just wish it didn’t also happen to be my first time walking the runway. I was nervous enough without having to see him again after all these years. Now I was down right petrified, but I wouldn’t let him ruin everything I’d been working my whole life for.

Today was the day, the official taping of the 2017 Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show. Everyone was buzzing with excitement and nerves. Harry’s plane had been delayed yesterday, so he missed dress rehearsal. That meant that we had never walked with him performing, but it wasn’t too big of a deal because we are all professionals. I was just glad I could avoid interacting with him till after the show. I couldn’t, however, escape everyone else talking about him.

“I can’t believe we get to meet Harry Styles,” Vannessa gushed, “and walk to one of his songs. His album is so good.”

I shrugged, “I wouldn’t know. I haven’t heard it.”

Amanda, my hair stylist, gasped, but continued curling the piece of hair she held, “How have you not listened to it yet?”

“I’m just not interested,” I said casually, hoping they’d focus on something else soon, but knowing I wasn’t that lucky.

“Wait a second,” Elsa said, turning in her chair to look at me, much to the annoyance of the guy trying to finish her hair, “wasn’t your brother like best friends with him.”

I sighed, cursing my brother for allowing his friendship to be so public, “He was. Still is, as far as I know.”

“And you didn’t think to listen to the album out of curtesy for your brother’s best friend?” Vannessa said from my other side.

“No, I didn’t, because while he might be my brother’s friend, he’s not mine,” I said firmly, “Are you done yet?”

Amanda dropped the last piece of hair she was holding, surprised at the tone in my voice, “Uh, ya.”

“Good,” I stood quickly from my chair and walked off to change, leaving the three girls confused by my behavior.

It didn’t take long for word to travel that Harry was a touchy subject for me. Most of the girls knew me well enough to know to avoid touchy subjects like the plague, so I didn’t have to talk about him anymore. Unfortunately, it was hard to avoid his arrival ten minutes later.

As soon as he stepped foot backstage, all of the younger girls flocked to him. I watched as Harry smiles, basking in the attention like a cat in the sun, but moved further away and behind a rack of clothes so he wouldn’t see me.

“Hiding are we?” a voice sounded from behind me, causing me to jump slightly.

Eyes landing on Alessandra, I let out a breath, “Ya, maybe something like that.”

She smiled softly, but didn’t say anything, chasing instead to stand and watch with me. I appreciated that she didn’t push, but I knew she wouldn’t. Alessandra was a mentor to all the Angels, but she had taken a particular liking to me since I arrived. She was like a cross between an older sister and a mom, always looking out for me and making sure I was ok with whatever was going on. Being a young lingerie model was hard, and I was glad to have the support of one who had been in the industry for most of her life.

“Ladies! Ladies! Quiet please!” Olivier, the director of this year’s show yelled from the middle of the room.

Everyone quickly quieted down, gathering around to see and hear what he had to say. Alessandra and I moved closer too, knowing that it was time to get down to business.

“Ok, so I need the official Angels in their robes and at Backdrop 1 to take a picture with Harry,” he said, glancing down at his clipboard briefly, “and I need final makeup and hair on everyone else. Get ready people!”

I sighed, turning to glance at Alessandra, “Time to work.”

She laughed at my sullen tone, knocking her shoulder against mine, “Cheer up girl! You’re an Angel, get excited.”

Smiling softly, I looped my arm with hers, “Ya, I guess I am.”

Together we quickly made our way to the specified backdrop where we would pose with Harry Styles, just as we had with the other performers yesterday before dress rehearsal.

“Alessandra! There you are!” Daisy, the show’s social media manager, said when she saw us, calling everyone’s attention to us since we were the last to arrive.

His eyes found me in a second, and the sight visibly stole the breath from his lungs. A thousand emotions flickered across his face in a second. In the same second, his muscles tensed as he prepared to move towards me. Before he could, however, I looked away, choosing to focus on Daisy instead.

“Where do you want me?” Alessandra asked, giving my arm a squeeze before she stepped toward the group.

“Right next to Harry,” Daisy answered, “and I want our newest Angel on the other side.”

My heart stopped, “What? I thought I would be in the back?”

I could hear a few other girls huffing as Daisy shook her head, “No, sweetie. We think for this one, since you have a past connection to Mr. Styles, you should be by him.”

“Great,” I breathed, trying not to look how I felt as I forced my body to move toward him.

Harry’s eyes followed me as I walked to my place by his side. With my eyes downcast, I slid between him and Martha. My stomach fluttered and rolled as I pressed my side against his and wrapped my arm around his back.

“Hey, angel,” he breathed against my hair as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pressed a quick kiss against my head.

“Hi, Harry,” I said back, my voice devoid of emotion.

He didn’t get a chance to say anything else, thank God, as Alessandra pressed against his other side. Her hand found mine behind Harry’s back, and she squeezed it firmly. Taking a deep breath, I wrapped my other arm around Martha. I forced myself to focus on the girls around me and their excitement, allowing it to seep into me. I was finally an Angel, and I wouldn’t allow this man to ruin it for me.

“Alright, Angels,” the photographer called for our attention, “give me a smile.”

“Ya, girls,” Harry spoke up with a cheeky grin, “it’s not everyday you get a picture with a famous person.”

Everyone laughed with a big smile, and I forced myself to join in. The photographer snapped a few pictures, all of us changing poses slightly for each one. On the final picture, I decided to give them something I knew the fans would love. While the other girls blew kisses at the camera, our signature final pose, I pushed up on the tips of my toes to press a kiss to Harry’s cheek.

I knew Harry’s face was one of shock because Daisy died laughing. She quickly dismissed is, telling us how long before show time. I scurried off before Harry could catch me. He would definitely have a lot to say about that kiss, but I refused to talk to him until after the show. This was the biggest day of my life, and Harry Styles had already messed it up enough.

Thirty minutes later, I was strapped into my wings and the show was starting. The first segment was punk themed, and Harry sang a song I was told was titled “Kiwi.” I didn��t have to walk in this part, so I allowed myself to relax and just enjoy what I was apart of. Although it was my most important job yet, the show was meant to feel like a giant party. Things ran more smoothly and looked better when the models were having fun, and as I listened to my first love’s song for the first time, I found myself having fun.

By the time Harry’s song and the first segment of the show were over, all of my apprehension and dread about Harry being here was gone. I was filled with excitement for the chance to walk in the biggest fashion show of the year as an official Victoria’s Secret Angel. My body buzzed as I bounced on my toes, ready to open the Porcelain Angels section of the show.

There was a short interlude as Harry left the runway and the next performers came on. Thankfully, Harry didn’t notice me off to the side with my back to him as I watched the screen showing the runway.

“Y/N, on deck,” Olivier called, waving me over to the curtain.

I grinned and took a deep breath. It was time to shine.

A/N: There are more parts to this, so make sure to hit the link above to read them! And if you’d like to read more of my work, make sure to check out my masterlist, also linked above.

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lala-ladybug · 3 years

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Healing Hands: Chapter 5

Can you say ~trauma~?

Jasonette Sword Art Online AU

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Chapter 5: Yes, Dick? You’re looking particularly dickish today

After so much commotion, the silence as they sat made Marinette’s ears ring. She and her Order were gathered in the spacious living room of Chloe’s house. After checking to make sure it was empty, she and the other miraculous holders had reassured their civilian classmates and sent them off to bed. They’d spent the better part of the day getting out of the overcrowded town. Thank Kwami they hadn’t still been travelling after the sun went down, but the noises from the woods still kept them all awake. Kagami had dug out a teapot from the kitchen cabinets and brewed several mugs for those who had needed one. No one was hungry.

Marinette’s hands shook slightly as she sipped her tea. That was another blessing, that Chloe’s VIP pass included a partially stocked kitchen to begin with. They would explore the rest of the house tomorrow, but for now, while the others rested.... They needed to talk.

She set her cup down with a sound that was amplified in the heavy quiet, then took a deep breath. “Okay....” The words felt strange in her mouth. She swallowed against the lump in her throat. “Can anyone sense their Kwami?”

She looked around at the blank faces of her friends as they all tried to reach for their respective powers. Chloe’s lip trembled, but her eyes were dry. Luka and Kagami’s jaws clenched, and Adrien frowned as he shook his head.

“None of us can, then,” Luka stated evenly, finally voicing what she’d been afraid of.

Marinette bit her lip. Kagami placed her cup of tea down forcefully. “What are we going to do.” It wasn’t a question so much as a statement.

Marinette rubbed her eyes. Kwami, what could they do? They should count themselves lucky they weren’t dead yet. She could only imagine her Maman and Papa’s panic, but they hadn’t tried to pull her out, so she hadn’t....

They could still die though, if what the Game Master had said was true. If their HP dropped to zero, they would die. There was no Second Chance or Lucky Charm this time. But they were still likely among the best trained people in the game. Her mind was made up.

“We fight.” She finally said with all the confidence she could muster. “There are thousands of civilians stuck in here with us, so we need to fight for them. We need to beat the level bosses in order to advance, right?” The question was rhetorical, but Chloe nodded and Kagami blinked in affirmation all the same.

“Good,” Marinette stood up. “We will be the ones to fight these bosses. So they don’t have to. Think about it, even without our Kwami, we still have an edge on everyone else here. The faster we beat the game, the faster they can go home.”

“And us too!” Adrien jumped up with a smile. “And us too,” Marinette echoed.

Luka drained his tea and stood next. “So it’s settled then,” he put a hand on her shoulder, steady as ever.

“Indeed,” Kagami rose beside them.

Chloe stared up at them, eyes wide. “You really think we can do this?” She asked in a small voice.

Marinette looked her in the eye and said, “I know we can.” The blonde released a small sigh and stood as well. A gleam of determination entered her eye as she said, “Okay. Let’s go save everyone from this ridiculous game.”

* * *

Jason, Jaime, Cassie, and Zatanna returned to the center of town. It was nearly deserted now, the murky twilight creating pockets of shadows around the square, perfect for hiding lurking figures. But it was nothing Jason couldn’t handle. In fact, with his current mood, he damn well dared them to try.

They’d spent hours hacking away at the wild boars, Jaime even joining in as his allergies permitted him. The four had gained a few player levels and a decent amount of money and loot. But damn if it wasn’t tiring as hell.

His crossbow was much more taxing than using guns, and it used different muscles in his shoulders and arms than he was accustomed to working. He could tell the others were similarly weighed down by exhaustion. Cassie’s whip demanded an endurance she wasn’t used to without her super strength, Jaime’s throws of a handaxe grew increasingly shorter the longer they fought, and Zatanna wasn’t used to fighting with physical weapons at all. It took everything they had left to drag themselves back into town.

One of the shadows a few feet away swam with sudden movement. Jason equipped his crossbow, arms shaking with the effort of just holding it. Damnit, now was not a good time, but he’d still fight these bastards with everything he had.

He relaxed when he saw it was Dick and the rest of Team Alpha approaching. Putting his weapon away, Jason crossed his arms and planted his feet firmly. Dick better have gotten them those fucking beds for the night.

“We’re just waiting on Beta,” Dick said in a low voice. “Then we can go to the inn and regroup.” The others could regroup. Jason would be heading right to sleep. He stalked over to the brick wall Bart sat slumped against and leaned his shoulder against it. The cool roughness grounded him and kept his eyes open.

He distantly heard Zatanna telling Dick that they had made out okay in the west. Unnecessary talking when there were other players listening nearby. He swallowed against the urge to forcibly silence them that was rising in his blood. It sang with the persistent thrum of battle, unshakable as it was insistent. He closed his eyes and counted his breaths. One. Breathe out and picture a color. Blue. Breathe in. Two. Out. Yellow. In. Three. Out. Green.

He’d barely reached ten by the time Tim led his group back to join them. The song in his blood stilled for now, he pushed off of the wall and followed as Dick and Wally guided them to the inn. He hardly registered his surroundings as they entered and divvied up the rooms. He, Dick, Tim, and Wally were in one room, the girls in another, and the other boys in a third. The place seemed clean enough as he cast his tired eyes around the tavern.

They climbed the stairs to their rooms and settled in each. Dick and Tim sat on their beds talking about going to the other boys’ room-- the largest of the three-- to discuss strategy. Jason hardly heard them as his head hit the pillow and he fell asleep.

* * *

The warmth of the early morning sun on her face woke Marinette up. She stretched and yawned, wincing at her soreness. Sometimes this game was a little too realistic. In the bed beside hers, Chloe grumbled something about the girls’ room having no curtains over the window and rolled over.

Marinette gave a strained smile at that. She quietly dressed and descended the ladder from their small loft to where the rest of the girls were still sleeping, and tip-toed out to the hall.

Down the stairs was the kitchen, empty save for a softly steaming tea kettle that meant Kagami and Luka would soon be joining her. She prepared dough to make fresh croissants as she had every couple of days for the past few weeks since they’d been trapped in the game.

The thought briefly gave her pause, that they’d already been here for close to a month, but she shook it off and formed the croissants onto the baking tray. She slid them into the oven just as Kagami and Luka trailed in from the garden. They’d been harvesting the already-ripe blueberries, and laid a heaping basket of them on the countertop.

Chloe’s VIP pass had saved their lives and then some. It came with a comfortably sized house that included a full kitchen, sitting area, storage room, balcony, two massive bedrooms with enough room to house all twelve of them, a garden ready to be planted in, and stables already stocked with several horses. It really was luxurious, and if they weren’t trapped in the game, she would have found it much more enjoyable.

The property also included a small pond that had proved to give a refreshing swim after training sessions, a well, and a few acres of woods. The latter was where they did most of their monster-training. Marinette had already reached a player level of 10 just by fighting the various denizens of their backyard. The rest of the new Order wasn’t far behind her, ranging from levels 7 to 10 between the four of them.

“Good morning, Marihime,” Kagami inclined her head respectfully, then poured the tea into three waiting mugs. Luka thanked her and shot Marinette a quick smile as way of greeting.

She nodded back and stirred a generous helping of sugar into her mug. The three sipped their tea while they waited for the croissants to bake. Once they were finished and cooling, Marinette and the others donned cloaks to protect against the morning chill and started their brisk morning walk into town.

The dirt path wound down to the base of the hill where several more paths for other player houses split off the main track that they now set on. The lush grass on either side was covered in a slight blanket of mist from the evaporating morning dew. Birds chirped high above, darting between the sparse trees. The walk took about a half hour, and their tea was nearly finished by the time they arrived at the outskirts of the city.

Kagami polished off her mug and placed it back in her inventory, then rested her hand warily on the hilt of her rapier as they began encountering more people. Their destination, a news stand, was thankfully not too close to the center of town. The less people they encountered, the better.

“Get your daily paper here! New news every day! Two copper pieces for a paper, one gold for a yearly subscription.” Marinette veered towards the NPC shouting her wares.

“Hi, one paper please,” she said breathlessly, and slid two copper pieces onto the counter.

“Here you go!” The vendor, an ample woman of thirty, took the coins and handed Marinette a folded newspaper with a smile. “You know, you’re one of my best customers. I’ll give you a deal,” she winked, “how about fifty silver for a yearly subscription!”

“Oh, that’s very kind of you miss, but I’m afraid we won’t be staying quite that long,” Marinette replied. At least, she hoped not.

“Very well dear, have a lovely day!” The NPC thankfully seemed unbothered, and went back to shouting her prices to the general population.

Luka and Kagami moved from their posts of casually guarding Marinette while she dealt with the woman manning the stall. The three set off back the way they’d come, ready for another day of training and exploring the first level.

Marinette unfolded the newspaper and skimmed the headlines while they walked, trusting her companions to keep an eye out for her. However, they weren’t expecting her to stop dead in her tracks. It took a moment for them to turn around and backtrack to where she stood staring intently at the paper in her hands.

“Holy Kwami....” She said, and read the article title again. “‘Exploration team finds boss dungeon entrance!’” She read aloud.

Luka moved to peer over her shoulder and read it alongside her. “You know what this means?” He asked with a small smile.

Kagami put her hand on Marinette’s shoulder. “We are on the path to ending this.”

* * *

Jason woke up to an empty house. It had only been a few weeks since the start of the game, and his idiot brothers were out in the village. Again. He groaned at the motion of swinging his legs off the bed to sit up. Training to get used to the in-game movements was getting old.

He stood and rubbed the back of his neck, loosening some of the stiffness that seemed to have soaked into his bones. He went downstairs to the spacious kitchen to get some fruits for breakfast. With twelve people to make money and collect resources, the team had made quick work of purchasing a large house to use as a base.

Grabbing a few apples for the road, Jason traced the now-familiar path to find Dick and a few of the others in a communal amphitheater. Bart and Wally were handing out flyers near the entrances, chatting people up and trying to convince them to come listen to where Dick and Tim were speaking below.

Jason took a seat next to Artemis, near the back. “At it again?” He asked her, crunching into his apple.

She was leaning forward to prop her elbows on her knees, her chin resting in cupped hands. “Yup,” she said, popping the “p.” She sighed and sat up. “All week, and we’ve only got a handful of recruits.”

“We’re all in this together after all,” Dick was saying loudly. “So join us to help end this game! I have a plan to train recruits for taking on the first level boss.”

Jason yawned. Same old fuckin’ stupid plan. There’s just no way to make risking your life sound enticing. “The others still out hunting?” He nudged Artemis’s knee with his own.

She nodded in affirmation, looking similarly discouraged and bored. He got up and started to leave, deciding to make himself useful and join the rest of the team in fighting.

“Jason!” A shout made him stop. He looked to the sky and muttered to himself about patience, then turned to face his brother. “Yes, Dick? You’re looking particularly dickish today.”

Dick crossed his arms. “Haha, very funny. If you’re not busy, I could really use you here spreading the word.”

“Look, people just don’t want to go up against something they’ve never faced before. Hell, half these dumbasses haven’t even been in a real fight before.” He shook his head. “This is a waste of time. I’m going to fight some monsters so that I can level up and be ready for when we inevitably face the big bad without these posers.”

Dick narrowed his eyes at that. “Now hold on a minute, we have no idea what we’re going up against here. We need a bigger group before we’re ready to go up against the boss. More than half of us aren’t up to par with our special moves out of the picture, and we’re still trying to figure out the gameplay.” He held his hands out placatingly. “An exploration group just found the probable location of the boss dungeon, so that’s half the battle already. We just need to wait for more recruits and a more solid plan.”

“So how long are we supposed to wait, Dick?” Jason asked incredulously. “A week? A month? A year? How many people are going to die while we ‘figure out’ how to do something we already damn well know how to do.” He poked an accusatory finger at Dick’s chest. “We’ve been training for weeks already, we can handle this.”

“I hear you Jay, but we have no idea what kind of a threat this is going to be. We need to take our time and--”

“What you need is a fucking backbone. We’re the best hope that thousands of people have at surviving! I say we train some more and then fight the damn thing ourselves, recruits or no.” He couldn’t believe Dick. Saving people was supposed to be his schtick, not Jason’s. “Hundreds of people have already died, in case you forgot, and this is only the first fucking level. Time is a luxury we do not have.”

Dick looked ready to retort when a young boy came up to him and tapped him on the elbow. “Excuse me, mister? I’m interested in recruitment!”

Jason took advantage of the distraction and stalked off towards the center of town. What a... well, Mr. and Mrs. Grayson picked a damn good name.

If Dick wanted to know what they were up against, then fine. He’d go find out for him.

#healing hands #jasonette #sword art online au #virtual reality #maribat #maribat fic #batfam #batfam fic #yj #yj fic #young justic #young justice fic

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movieexpert1978 · 3 years

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Trouble in Paradise

This story is personal to me. This is a venting story. It's another story between our poly relationship between King Schultz, Blofeld , Nora and Elisa. There is alot of angst, yelling, swearing, depression and some drinking.

Nora belongs to @wingsy-keeper-of-songs

Nora, Blofeld, and King Schultz are not my characters.

Elisa sighs as she closed the door behind her. It was almost midnight so she made sure to be quiet. She took her shoes off and went to the kitchen and emptied her lunch box. She looked around and didn’t find anything out of place which made her sad. She looked down the hall to the living room and no one was up. She went to the first floor bathroom and turned the shower on. This seemed to be her routine lately. She worked second shift at a factory. It seemed to add more to her unique and complicated relationship to say the least. After all she was human in polyamorous relation with a witch, a werewolf, and a vampire. Ernst was off on business. King worked 9-5 as a dentist and Nora ran a small tarot card shop nearby. Despite all that she was very lonely lately. They had decided to purchase a large home together to be closer. She wasn’t exactly feeling that as she got out of the shower and went off to bed.

When she woke up the next morning, she knew the house was empty. It was all quiet and it hurt a little bit. She felt like she got herself in this situation. She was afraid to talk about her feelings as she didn’t want to come across as needy or jealous. She just kept it to herself. She just kept poking at her phone until she had to go to work again. That seemed to be her routine lately. She was able to check her phone during work and she couldn’t stand it. King and Nora were enjoying dinner and having a nice time. She huffed and turned her phone off for the rest of the night. She didn’t even bother being quiet when she got home and made herself something to eat. In her anger she banged away at the pots and pans she used before she sat down at the dining room table by herself. As she started to eat she heard someone come in.

“Elisa?” King says.

“Oh hi King.” She says quietly.

“What are you doing?” He asks coming over to her.

“I’m eating. What does it look like?” She snaps.

“I was just asking. Did you drop something? I heard a bang.” He says.

“No.” She says calmly.

“No King. I’m fine. Go back to bed.” She huffs.

“Stop acting childish.” He says defensively.

“Whatever King, do what you want.” Elisa mutters. He frowns as he looks at her but she doesn’t look at him.

“Do you want to talk?” He asks.

“No.”

“Well then knock it off and loose the attitude.” He says before he leaves.

“Fuck you too! You miserable mutt!” Elisa shouts before she can stop herself. She grabs her food and hurries to a bedroom as she hears King coming back. She locks the door before he finds her.

“What did you just say?!” He snaps. He goes to the bedroom and the door rattles. “If you have something to say to me then say it to my face!” He snaps. Nora comes downstairs quickly.

“King, what’s going on?” She asks.

“Elisa is acting like a spoiled brat!” He snaps. “Open the damn door girl!” He shouts and bangs on the door again. Elisa hides in the closed with her knees up and clutching her head as she cries.

“King, stop yelling.” She says getting him away from the door. “Elisa…honey…what’s wrong?” She asks calmly. Elisa just curls up as she cries into her knees. “Elisa, please open the door.” Nora says.

“No…” Elisa whimpers. Nora looks at King and gives his chest slap.

“Hey!” He protests.

“Don’t scare her like that.” Nora says.

“Oh really! She was the one banging on everything to wake us up and gave me attitude.” King snaps.

“It doesn’t help when you’re charging at her either.” Nora says. She did have a good point. She did have a good point. “Elisa, King and I are going back to bed. If you want to talk just come in.” Nora says. Elisa doesn’t answer as Nora takes King back to bed. Elisa stayed in the room for the rest of the night. When she wakes up she walks around carefully, hoping to avoid King and Nora. Much to her relief they’re gone for the day. She gets a bag of clothes and a few things before she heads off to work. She won’t be going home tonight. Luckily, she’s at a different part of the factory so she doesn’t check her phone as much. When she leaves work she heads over to one of the apartments Ernst has set up as a sort of safe house. After she takes a shower and gest into bed, she finally looks at her phone. She starts to cry as she realizes most of her notifications are from her apps. She does have a text from Nora.

N: Hi honey, I hope you’re ok. You can always talk to me. Love you.

Elisa sniggles as she writes her response.

E: Love you too.

She has another message from Ernst and a few missed calls from him too.

E: Answer your damn phone.

She waits around and right on cue she gets a call from him.

“Hello?” She says quietly.

“What’s going on?” Ernst says irritated. Elisa flinches at his tone.

“Nothing.”

“Elisa, knock it off! King called and said that you blew up on him last night.” He huffs. Elisa covers her mouth to muffle her crying. “I’ll be back in a few days. You think you can calm down by then?” He asks

“No! Just leave me alone!” She sobs.

“Elisa stop, you’re being ridiculous.” Ernst says.

“You always say that! Fuck you, you fucking asshole!” Elisa screams. A wave of emotions just rushes over her and she can’t hold it back anymore. “You always fucking saw that when I get upset! You never say that to Nora or King when something happens with them. It’s always my stupid human emotions.” She sobs. “It’s not fair Ernst…you may deny it but all of you treat me different than you treat each other.” She whimpers.

“Elisa…you’re human…”

“Shut up! Just shut the fuck up!” Elisa screams. “I don’t fucking care that I’m human. When was that last time you surprised me with flowers or something?” She cries. “I’m always seeing King and Nora surprising each other on social media. I can’t remember the last time that happened.” She says. She sniffles and cries as she tries to steady herself. “I try so fucking hard to keep my mouth shut so this doesn’t happen, but I keep seeing it and seeing it and I can’t help but feel so left out. I know it sounds stupid…so, so stupid…but sometimes King and Nora leave dinner out for me when I get home from work. I felt so happy to see it. They haven’t done that in so long and it just hurts. I know you probably think I’m stupid and I can just ask but I’m scared to ask half the time.” Elisa sobs. “Why do I have to ask for everything? I know it’s so stupid but why can’t I be surprised and spoiled once and a while too?” She cries. She sobs and sniffles wiping her eyes. “I feel so boring and inferior compared to you guys. I’m just a fucking factory worker. I’m a fucking nobody.” Elisa starts sobbing again and she wipes her eyes. “Forget it…just forget it…it doesn’t matter anyway…I’m sorry I yelled at you…please leave me alone. I don’t want to bother anyone.” Elisa whispers. She’s too tired to talk anymore so she just hangs up on him. She slumps over on the bed and sobs as she keeps hitting her head. She sobs and screams into the pillows until she’s exhausted.

Xxxxxxxxxx

Thankfully, today was Friday and Elisa wasn’t scheduled for the weekend. She planned on getting through her Friday shift and going back to the apartment to sleep and drink. She was tired and just wanted to be alone. Elisa managed to get through her shift at work before she went away to the apartment. She was afraid someone was there, but no one was. She got a nice big can of booze and laid in the bed with the TV on. She checked her phone and a notice went off. It was text from Nora.

N: Hey are you ok? You haven’t been home for a few days.

E: I’m fine.

N: Where are you?

E: I just want to be alone please.

N: Elisa, please come home. We love you. I love.

E: I love you too.

N: Baby, please come back. I miss you.

Elisa looks away from the phone, wiping her eyes. She takes a big swig from her can.

E: I’m sorry. I’m going to bed.

N:…ok…goodnight. I love you.

E: I love you too.

Xxxxxxxxx

Even when Elisa woke up the next morning, she didn’t get out of bed. She wanted a drink, but she just hid under the covers drifting in and out of sleep. She was half asleep when she thought she heard something, but she was still dozing. She yelped when someone pulled the blankets off of her roughly.

“Get up.” King said.

“King…how did you find me?” Elisa asks.

“Ernst told us.” He says. “Get dressed. You’re going home.” He says firmly.

“Go away.” Elisa says grabbing the covers.

“Stop it. You’ve got Nora all upset and worried.”

“Ohhh…so this is about Nora….not the fact that I’m upset.” Elisa says bitterly.

“Elisa, knock it off. You know what I meant.” He snaps.

“And I said go away!” Elisa snaps back. He grabs her arm and yanks her out of bed making her yelp and flinch. His grip is too tight.

“You’re coming home right now so we can figure this out.” He nearly snarls. She flinches and goes silent as tears run down her face. She yanks her arm away and reluctantly gets dressed and gets her things. When they leave she flinches again when King slams the door behind them. She knows King will dive behind her on the way back. It doesn’t stop her from sniffling and crying softly all the way home. Elisa is quiet as they walk back into the house. Nora quickly comes over to them.

“Oh Elisa!” Nora says, happy to see her again.

“Hello.” Elisa says quietly. She gives Nora a quick hug before she tries to go upstairs.

“Where are you going?” King says yanking her wrist again.

“Ow!” Elisa cries out but he still holds onto her.

“I told you we were going to talk.” He says.

“Why? I’m here now. Nora doesn’t have to worry anymore. I’ll just go get my checkbook and give you the money for the damn bills since apparently that’s all I’m good for every four months anyway!” Elisa shouts.

“Elisa stop being so childish.” King shouts back.

“Let go of me!” Elisa shouts painfully yanking her arm back. “You and Ernst fucking deserve each other. You always say I’m being childish or something…but these are my feelings!” She screams. Nora watches her sadly with tears in her eyes. “You always forget me until I get like this. Then I’m nothing but a fucking problem or inconvenience for you.” She says.

“You just expect us to bow down to your every whim and serve you?” King argues. Apparently Ernst told them about their own conversation.

“King…” Nora starts

“If you see it like then you don’t know me at all.” Elisa sobs. “You think I just want to be showered with gifts every day? No I don’t.” She pleads. “But as I told Ernst, every now and then you guys would leave me a plat for dinner and I…I…” Elisa struggles with her tears for a moment before she continues. “I really liked that because it made me feel better after a day a work…and I…I always like writing my little thank you notes to leave on the dining room table because I hoped it would make you smile before you guys went off to work.” Elisa walks back a few steps so she sit down as she cries for a moment.

“Elisa…” Nora says sadly.

“And…and…I always see stuff between you and Nora about how lucky you are to have each other and how you guys surprise each other with little gifts or a surprise lunch…and it’s just…it’s just…” Elisa whimpers and bites her lip to hold back her sobs. “I just wanted that feeling too.” She whimpers. “I just want that feeling that someone was thinking of me. I feel that lately all I do is think of you guys and nobody thinks about me.” Elisa sobs. She buries her face into her hands feeling so ashamed. Nora hurries over and pulls Elisa into her arms. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Elisa sobs in Nora’s embrace. King lowers his head sadly.

“No…no don’t be sorry.” Nora whispers gently. King took this the wrong way big time. She just wanted to feel included. In truth, Ernst had recorded the conversation with Elisa and played it back to them. Nora was in tears while King just thought Elisa was being spoiled brat, which wasn’t how she was at all. Now he was the one feeling like an idiot to say the least. “It’s ok Elisa. We love you so much.” Nora says tenderly. She kisses the top of her head. She knew something was off with Elisa for a while now but she wasn’t sure what. She wished she had addressed it sooner.

“Nora’s right, don’t be sorry.” King says, cautiously coming closer. Elisa glances at King and he nearly turns away, but he doesn’t and he finally sees the exhaustion in her eyes. “Oh darling…I’m so sorry I got angry with you. I shouldn’t have done that.” He says. He gently reaches out and kisses her temple. Elisa whimpers softly as she looks at him

“I’m sorry.” Elisa says quietly.

“I’m sorry too.” King says.

“Me too.” Nora adds. Elisa settles down leaning against Nora as she sniffles and wipes her eyes. Nora holds her for a whole as King rubs her hand.

“Can I lay down please?” Elisa asks after a while.

“Yeah.” Nora chuckles. They help each other up and Elisa smiles weakly at them, unsure of what to do next. “Why don’t you take a nap and we’ll wake you up when dinner is ready.” Nora says.

“ Ok…thank you.” Elisa says. Nora and King give her one more kiss before she lays down to rest.

Xxxxxxxx

Elisa was nervous when she came back home from work because today Ernst came back. She pulled into the driveway and stared at the house for a few minutes, full of dread. She sighed as she gathered herself and went inside. She was surprised that all of them were still up when Elisa walked into the kitchen.

“Hello Elisa.” Ernst says as he goes over to her.

“Hi Ernst.” She says.

“I know our last conversation didn’t go too well…and I’m sorry.” He says sincerely. “I…was honestly so shocked to hear you that upset…I didn’t know what to do.” He says. “I’m sorry I made you feel that way.” He gently pulls her into a hug. “I love you so much.” He says as he kisses her.

“I love you too. I’m sorry about what I said.” Elisa says.

“Don’t be sorry. I needed to hear that.” He says. He kisses her tenderly. “I love you so much.” He whispers again. They pull away and take a deep breath to steady themselves. “Now…time for dinner.” He says.

“We got lots of pasta!” Nora announces excitedly

“Oh yummy! Thank you.” Elisa says as she sits down. They enjoy a lovely dinner together and Elisa feels at peace. Everything feels the way it should be again and Elisa is all the more grateful for it.

#christoph waltz #christoph waltz fanfiction #christoph waltz fandom #ernst stavro blofeld #king schultz #oc #personal #sadness #yelling #angst #depression #polyamourous #poly relationship #feelings #some drinking #happy endings

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oppsie--channie · 4 years

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Late night drive | Han Jisung

Summary: When Jisung takes Y/n for a late night drive, things end up on a way neither of them was expecting. But they don’t complain about it..

Warning: SMUT, orgasm denial (I guess), also A LOT of fluff

A/n: Heyoo, long time no see :’) This is my first time doing a real smut, and since I’m not experienced I don’t really know how I did, so please if you have anything to say about it, good or back, you can say it. Please help me improve my writing.

This was requested by @hannie-squirrel00 , I really hope you like it, my love. And I’m sorry I took so long ://

A/n.2: Also be safe because of this virus! You can dm me, if you need any advice or you just want a friend. I’m available to help you :)

Sitting, legs crossed, on your bed while reading a book and listening to some songs, you start getting sleepy. The sound of something hitting your bedroom window awakens you. Taking slow and small steps towards the sound, you jump lightly when a tiny little rock hits the glass as soon as you open your curtains.

Peeking outside, you see Jisung standing there with his left fist closed and his right hand preparing to throw another small rock. As soon as he notices you, he lets go of whatever was on his both hands and waves his arms up in the air.

"Let me in." He says as soon as you open your window, you don't say anything. Instead, you take a few steps backwards, giving him space, and wait for him to enter your room. "Finally!" He cleans his hands and pulls his messy hair backwards after.

"What are you doing here so late?" You slide your hands on the pocket of the hoodie you were wearing, which is Jisung's by the way. And he notices it, showing you a smirk after.

"I just wanted to check up on you since I was bored." He lays down on your bed and you follow him, laying down next to him and snuggling to his side. "Do you wanna go for a ride?" His head lifts up to look you directly in the eyes.

"Sure. Let me just put on some shoes." You agree almost immediately. It wasn't the first time you would sneak out in the middle of the night with Jisung.

That sounds like Jisung is the bad boy type but in the contrary, he is the sweetest person you know and you know that if someday you want to go rogue, he would be there to throw you back on the right path.

You let Jisung get down first, so you can leave a scarf on the crack of your window. Getting to the ground and getting inside the car, Jisung starts the engine and puts some music while you put your seat belt on.

"Where are we going?" You ask curiously.

"I don't know. Somewhere!" Jisung gives you a thrilled look and bounces his shoulders, which makes you smile.

Jisung starts driving. The city lights pass you by at a moderate speed. Looking through the car window, at empty streets and colorful buildings. Everything seemed perfect. It seemed like the world was yours and Jisung's. His hand on your thigh and yours above his. As if you both were a couple, which you aren't but you act like one. Both liking each other but none of you admits it and then you go around acting like a real couple, except the kissing, and confuse everyone around you.

After driving for about an hour while listening to some chill songs Jisung put on his car radio, you make a stop at a 24 hour diner.

"What do you want?" Jisung ask while picking up his wallet from the glove compartment.

"Just a hot chocolate, I'm not hungry." Jisung acknowledges your choice with a nod and walks inside the diner.

You wait for about 5 minutes, since there wasn't anyone around at that hour, until Jisung returns with food.

"I bought a chocolate croissant, in case you feel hungry." Jisung smiles and hands you the paper bags with your things. You both sit in a comfortable silence while eating and when you both finish, you get out of the car to put that trash in the bin.

"Let's go!" You say after getting inside the car and putting your seat belt on. Jisung starts the engine and the music comes on at the same time.

Some minutes pass by and it's the same: Jisung's hand on your thigh, chill songs playing on the speakers and your smile plastered on your face. All that until The Weeknd starts playing. You widen your eyes suddenly and look at Jisung, trying to seem calm. Jisung doesn't even seem to bother, so you shake your head lightly and continue to look through the window.

The Weeknd, Chase Atlantic, Chris Brown, Bryson Tyler, SoMo. You're tired of ignoring the fact that those songs are playing and Jisung's hand on your thigh squeezes it sometimes, so you decide to do something about it.

"Jisung?" you acquire his attention immediately, so you continue talking. "Can we change the mood of the music? If you know what I mean..." You clasp your hands together, trying to push the embarrassment out of you.

"Why? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Jisung's voice is husky and his hand travels a little upwards on your tight. You freak out and close your tights with a quick movement and grab his hand, stopping it in its tracks.

"No, I'm completely comfortable. But these type of songs..." You hesitate to speak, affraid that the effect the situation is having on you would show through. "Yes?" He tries to make you speak further and when you open your mouth to say something, he squeezes your thigh suddenly, erupting a moan from you. That makes something inside Jisung turn on, before he shows his smirk, while eyeing you sideways. "Come on, y/n. I know you can say something!"

Jisung removes his hand from your thigh and grips your chin tightly, making you look in his eyes when he stops at a red light.

"Talk to me, angel." You close your eyes firmly at the petname. Jisung notices and smirks one more time. "You like that, huh?" You slowly nod your head affirmatively. Jisung laughs. "Oh, this is so fun!" He removes his hand from your face and grabs the wheel with both hands.

Your thighs squeeze into one another and you don't know what to do with your hands. You look at Jisung, watching attentively his hands and arms, the way his face looks when he is concentrated on something. Your thoughts slip to what he could do with those hands and lips, how would it feel and all the fun you would have.

But then you remember that you're a virgin, so you frown. Well, you think you're ready but you can't expect Jisung to take your virginity when you both are basically just friends.

You're so immersed in your thoughts that you don't notice when Jisung parks his car at an almost hidden spot on an empty parking lot.

"What are we doing here?" You ask shyly. Jisung smirks and opens his window a little bit, right after turning the volume up. "Jisung?" You whisper, once when Jisung gets close to you, while looking at his lips. Jisung just shushes you and kisses you abruptly.

You don't know what to do for a second, but after processing everything you reciprocate the kiss immediately, holding his face with both of your hands. Some seconds pass, you feel his hands on your hips, pulling you towards him, so you separate from him to assimilate what was happening.

"Jisung, what just happened?" Your expression mimics confusion, because of what happened and because you notice that his seat is all the way to the back, and Jisung's eyes turn worried, searching all over your face for a sign of discomfort.

" Did you not like it?" He asks rapidly, brushing your hair. "We can stop, if you're uncomf-" You kiss your company, to shut him up.

"I loved it. But I'm just trying to assimilate what is happening. It's all so sudden!" You laugh a little, lighting up the atmosphere inside the car. You hear a "shhh" from Jisung and the next thing you know, he's kissing you again and pulling you to his lap. Actions that you comply to, so in the next few seconds your on the lap of the love of you life while kissing him.

Jisung's hands travel up and down your whole behind, counting your back, your ass and even your legs, while your hands stay on his blonde hair, pulling it and scratching his scalp lightly with your long nails. You're both a moaning mess, even before you start grinding your hips down on his. A gesture that makes him stop you in your tracks with his hands on your hips, so you part your lips from his.

"What is it?" You ask, confusion written on your face. Jisung smiles softly, looking you in the eyes and nods his hand negatively. "Then why did you stop?" Your eyebrows frown and Jisung thinks you're adorable, so his kisses the tip of your nose rapidly.

"I stopped because are you seeing what you do to me?" He looks down at his hips. You mimic his action. "You drive me crazy!" You notice his bulge inside his sweatpants and smirk to your self. You start getting off his lap and he eyes you confused.

"Get on the backseats." You demand, to which he widens his eyes, but complies to it, without complaining.

You watch as he pulls his seat to the front again and then jumping slightly to the back of the car. You follow him and, when you get comfortable, you push him to one of the edges of the backseat. He doesn't say anything, doesn't even try to stop you. Too immersed in your absolutely stunning figure.

Your hands find their way to the band of Jisung's sweatpants, so you look him in the eyes, searching for permission. Therefore when he pushes his hips up, you push down both his sweatpants and his shaft, freeing it from its confines. You almost drool at the sight. Of course you've seen a penis before but not one you actually craved for in real life. You look into Jisung's eyes again and you sense shivers go down your spine as soon as you notice the lust Jisung's eyes are displaying. He nods his head lightly as a permission, so you wrap your right hand on his dick, pumping him and giving him some pleasure that he was desiring.

"Tell me if this is alright." You whisper through gritted teeth and he nods again. You lower your head, wrapping your lips on the tip of his cock sucking lightly, extracting a choked moan from the boy below you.

You engulf his shaft even more, pumping with your hand the rest that you can't fit inside your mouth. Even tho this is your first time doing something like this, you can tell that Jisung is enjoying due to his strangled moans and his hands that hold and pull your hair lightly. You lick his sides and when you return to his tip, you roll your tongue over it, slurping in the process. Jisung moans loudly this time and you feel so proud of the effect you are having over him.

"Y/n, I'm almost cumming." He says through gasps. You suck him with more vigor, bringing him closer to his release. You feel his member twitch and your hear him moan loudly again, signaling that he is extremely close. He tries to get your mouth out of his penis but you stay put and continue sucking him, so when he releases with a grunt, you swallow all of his seed. Jisung's eyes widen in preoccupation. "Why did you that?!"

"I wanted to." You shake your shoulders and get closer to kiss him, which he complies immediately, ignoring his own taste on your lips. "And I wanna do it." You suggest, as soon as you both separate.

"Are you sure?" He brushes your hair from your face and you try to hide your blushing face. "I shall attend all of my princess's wishes." Jisung kisses you again, passionately this time. The kiss makes you feel loved, and makes you love Jisung even more. "There's only one problem..." The boy hesitates to continue, so you nod your head repeatedly. "I wanted this to happen on a bed, to make you more comfortable since I know this is your first time. I wanted it to be special." You smile at his concern and kiss him rapidly.

"It's perfect because it's with you." He smiles, you can see the happiness plastered on his face. "Do you have a condom?" He points to the compartment in the middle of the front seats, so you open it and reach for the only condom there, closing the compartment right after. You hand him to little thin package and start to remove your (his) hoodie. Jisung's eyes focus on your figure and when he notices that you weren't wearing a bra, his smirk appears immediately.

"You were so ready for this." Jisung reaches for your hips, pulling you to straddle his lap, hissing when the fabric of your yoga pants come in contact with his shaft. He kisses you aggressively this time and you pull his hair slightly because of the feeling of his hands on your ass and the feeling of his member against your clothed core.

"Jisung, just do something with me..." you whisper through your teeth while grinding your hips on his. He smirks right before kissing you again and pushing you slightly off his lap. His hands find their way to your waist band and when you lift up your hips, he takes off your bottom clothes. When that action is completed, you get on his lap again. Getting as close as possible to him, and you're so aroused that you start dripping all over his lap, but you couldn't care less because you're both getting what you want.

In the middle of a kiss, you feel Jisung's fingers on your slit. You moan at the contact and clench around nothing when you feel his fingertips moving back and forth. He tries to penetrate you but you push his wrist away suddenly and it scares him.

"What is it?" He asks worried and you smile at his concern. But you cup his face and give him a peck.

"It's not it. I wasn't exactly ready." You tell him. "You can continue." You whisper just before you kiss him again. You feel his fingers in your heat again and this time you don't jerk away. His fingertips apply a little strength at your entrance and when he finally pushes them all the way inside, you cry out in pain.

"I know it hurts, baby. But I need to prepare you before." You nod agreeing with him, before giving him the order to move his fingers inside you. With slow little movements, the pain starts turning into pleasure and soon you're a moaning mess. "You're doing so great, angel!"

"Jisung, I'm..."

"I know. But as much as I want you to cum, I want you to do it while I'm inside you." With that said, Jisung removes his fingers from inside you and you groan in annoyance. "You have to be patient, babygirl." He smirks.

Jisung grabs your hips and holds them right above his dick. You grab it and he, slowly, lowers you. You cry out at the stretch and Jisung peppers you with kisses all over your face and neck, to make you forget about the pain. When you're finally ready for him to move inside you, you nod your head affirmatively. He then proceeds to lay you down on the extent of the backseats, trying to make as comfortable as he can. After, he starts to move, slowly and without many strength, afraid that he might hurt you. A single tear escapes your eye and Jisung is quick to kiss it clean.

"You're doing so good, angel!" Jisung smiles and kisses you passionately on the lips.

"You can go faster, Jisung!" You pant unexpectedly. The boy looks you in the eyes and when you nod, giving him enough permission, he starts pounding into you faster and stronger. You moan loudly and Jisung smirks, noticing how the whole pain turned into pleasure already.

The whole car is shaking but you couldn't care less, you're having the best night of your life. And Jisung doesn't seem to care about it either, he is pounding into you like his life depends on it. Now you realize, why on Earth, Jisung opened his window, he was expecting this to happen, because you're sure that if it wasn't for the small breach that the car windows would be all foggy.

A particular thrust makes you arch all your back and scratch Jisung's back harder, making him groan. Seeing the effect that had on you, Jisung starts only thrusting on that spot, that he soon learned it was your sweet spot, because every time he would hit it, you would moan with all your vocal chords.

Jisung's hand comes down to where your bodies are connected, to rub you clit, as soon as he feels you clenching around him, Jisung himself feeling that he could cum at any minute. With Jisung rubbing eight figures on your sensitive bud, you cum around his cock, unable to say anything other than a strangled moan. Soon after, you feel Jisung's member twitch one last time as he was still inside you, signaling that he also came.

"You did so well." the boy kisses you one last time before removing himself from inside of you and removing the condom, tying it and putting it on a paper tissue. He grabs an extra tissue and starts whipping you, with so much care that you almost don't feel anything, due to being tired. "I like you so much!" he whispers more to himself, but you still hear it despite being extremely tired.

"I like you too, silly!" you say, as soon as he stops cleaning you. You both start getting dressed and get in the front seats, without saying a single words. You're too afraid to talk, your thoughts are racing inside your head.

"Do you wanna be my girlfriend?" Jisung turns to face you suddenly and you don't know what to do or what to say, it was so sudden. "Forget it!" he stares back at the wheels as soon as he realizes that you don't know how to react, but you softly smile and grabs his chin, making him look you in the face.

"I would love to be your girlfriend!" you smile genuinely and kiss him again that night. Jisung hold your face with both of his hands and once again you feel so loved, like you're his whole world.

"Let's get you home." he finishes the kiss with a last peck and starts the engine of the car, hitting the road to get you home safe and sound. Who would've known that a simple night escape, would turn out to be one of the most memorable nights of your life. You didn't, but you're glad you accepted Jisung's proposal for a late night drive.

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Newest installment in my “Shadowhunters: Parenthood Edition” stories. The rest can be found on AO3 HERE!!!

Happy Birthday Reesa!

Jace woke up earlier than usual. He stretched and immediately turned his head to check on Clary, as he always did when he awakened. She was still asleep, red hair fanned out on her pillow and the quietest of snores coming from her mouth. Jace grinned. She never believed him when he said she snored, but honestly, he found it adorable, so he didn’t complain that much. He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, lingering for a moment to breathe her in. He smiled and gave her one more quick, light kiss.

Jace slid quietly from the bed and went about his morning routine of shaving and dressing. As he sat to put his socks and boots on, he heard her. She was humming the lullaby Jace had played her last night before bed, as he did every night. The song his Mom had sang to him and his siblings when they were young. With a smile, Jace went into the nursery and found his daughter standing in her crib, the morning sun slowly turning the room a warm gold. Reesa’s strawberry blond curls were wild from her night’s sleep and stood out like a cloud around her head. She had a thumb in her mouth and was still humming their song, but broke into a smile when she saw Jace.

“Hi Dada!” She waved her hand excitedly as if they were seeing each other again after a long journey. Jace lifted her from the crib, kissing each cheek. She laughed and patted his face.

“How is my girl?” Jace said as he proceeded to change her sleeper. He picked out one of the bright, colorful rompers Magnus and Clary kept her closet filled with and started dressing her. She wiggled as she waited on him to finish the snaps and buttons. “Guess what Reesa?”

The little girl blinked at him in response, as he tried to tame her curls a little with the tiny hair clips Clary bought. “Today is your first birthday. It is a big day. You’ve been here with Mama and Daddy a whole year. You are one.” He surveyed his work. Dang, he was getting good at this hair thing.

“I’m one.” Reesa said, watching as he proceeded to put her shoes on. He let her fasten the Velcro tabs herself. “All done!” She held her hands out.

“Excellent work.” Jace complimented her, lifting her down off the changing table and stood her on the floor.

“Where Mama?” Reesa asked as Jace careful put her favorite old stele of his in the pocket of her romper.

“Mama is sleeping. It’s just you and me this morning.” Jace answered her. “Shall we have breakfast?” He held out his hand. She slipped a tiny soft hand into his callused, scarred one and Jace felt his heart swell again with joy over having this little girl in his life.

“Mama sleeping.” Reesa said. “Ssssh.” She twisted her face into a comical shush and pressed a finger to her lips. Jace grinned at her.

“Exactly.”

———

There were only a handful of people in the dining hall this early, as it was barely 5 o’clock. Jace liked it this way though. Mostly those present were coming in late off of patrol, bleary eyed and exhausted. But despite that, each one perked up a little at the sight of the toddler in her bright pink romper, with the butterfly clips in her hair. She always waved at everyone as she and Jace moved through to find a table to sit at.

Reesa refused a high chair on the grounds she was “nota baby”, instead kneeling in the chair next to Jace, happily eating her bacon. Jace nursed his cup of coffee and just watched her. He couldn’t believe it had been a year since she arrived. He still remembered it, he had never been so scared and happy. And now look at her. One year old.

He pushed away the ever present worry about her “Angel gifts” as the family called them. She was just one, but she functioned more like a 2yo. She was quick and smart, speaking in small sentences already. She could jump and run faster than your average child, quick with all her reflexes and motor skills too. She was also taller than average. Aside from all this and a predilection for being found constantly leaping off of the top of Jace’s baby grand and landing perfectly every time, she had yet to exhibit any other manifestations of her pure Angel blood inheritance. Jace still wondered if she would have any of Clary’s gifts. Tessa often hinted that there would be more to Reesa than she had shown them so far.

“More please.” A tiny voice cut into Jace’s thoughts. Reesa had finished her bacon and eggs and was looking expectantly at Jace. “More bacon.”

“Alright, but just two more, ok?” Jace answered her, raising up from his chair.

“Okey doke,” she said, picking her orange juice up with both hands. He chuckled.

———

Clary found them in the office after she had woken and had her own breakfast. Jace at his desk and Reesa on his lap, as usual. He was flicking through night patrol reports on his tablet and Reesa was concentrating on drawing runes on a notepad, her tiny tongue stuck out in concentration.

“Hi Mama!” Reesa cried, wiggling off of Jace’s knee to run around the desk and into Clary’s arms.

“Hi, my baby,” Clary kissed her on the cheek and then blew a raspberry against the soft skin. Reesa giggled. “Happy Birthday!”

“I’m one!” Reesa held up one finger proudly.

“Yes, you are! And we are going to have a party for you,” Clary kissed the outstretched index finger.

“A party?” Reesa crinkled her forehead in confusion.

“A party?” Jace made the same face.

Clary smiled at the resemblance. “Uncle Magnus is planning a party for your birthday. With cake!”

The one year old’s eye lit up. “CAKE!” She yelled, wiggling to be put down so she could run around her mother in a happy gallop while continuing to yell about cake.

“It will be at 5 this evening,” Clary told Jace over Reesa’s yells. “I already asked Underhill to cover your patrol so the whole family can be there.” Jace frowned a little. He hated to ask favors of the other Shadowhunters, even if he was the Co-Head of the Institute. Clary walked around the desk and sat on the arm of his chair. “It’s for Reesa’s birthday. Underhill was happy to do it. And you can cover his next patrol to make up for it, he said.”

Jace’s brow smoothed out. “Well, that does seems more fair.” Clary kissed his cheek and then leaned against him as they watched their daughter dance happily around the room.

———

“I think Magnus made the apartment bigger to fit everyone,” Alec whispered to Jace as they walked into the living room from the kitchen.

“You think? Because I don’t remember there being two bathrooms in the hallway,” Jace pointed out. “Or that hatrack. Tell me that’s not anyone we know, by the way.”

“Dang it, you’re right,” Alec agreed, ignoring the query about the hatrack and sipping from his plastic cup. He made a face. “What is this?”

“Something called punch,” Jace eyed his own pink drink warily. He didn’t like pink drinks in general . “Jocelyn insisted it is what mundanes drink at birthday parties.”

“By the Angel, why?” Alec muttered, quickly dumping the rest of the drink in the ficus behind him (that he was pretty sure hadn’t been there this morning).

“No idea,” Jace said, tossing back the last dredges in his cup and swallowing.

“You still drank it?”

Jace raised an eyebrow. “Have you ever known me to reject food or drink?”

“Fair enough,” Alec said.

Clary came over with two bottles in hand. “Here. Have some water. That punch is as gosh-awful as it was when I was kid.” The two men gratefully accepted the drinks.

A crash came from the kids’ room. The parents all turned, waiting for any cries of distress.

“Everything’s fine!”shouted Rafe. Alec raised an eyebrow.

“I think I’ll check anyway,” he shook his head and went down the now extra long hall to his sons’ room where Rafe and Max were “fighting demins”, according to Max.

Clary slid her arms around Jace’s waist and he dropped a kiss on the top of her head. They looked around the room.

Jocelyn, Kadir, and Maryse were chatting in the corner, the every present dried paint visible on the back of Jocelyn’s hand and around her nails as she made a gesture in the air. Maryse nodded to whatever was being said and politely sipped from her cup, making no face but Jace knew his mother enough to see in her eyes what she thought of “punch”. He bit his lip to keep from smiling. Kadir was very focused on Jocelyn’s story, his own hands suspiciously empty.

Luke and Simon bookended the sofa, a 4-month pregnant Isabelle with the start of a baby bump sitting between them. All three were discussing a new weapon the Iron Sisters had sent to the Institute this week. Simon was particularly excited, waving his hands about. Isabelle rubbed her bump and watched him in amusement.

Tess and Jem were sitting on the loveseat, Reesa sitting on Tessa’s lap and talking with them. She was making some of the same gestures with her hands that Jocelyn was making and Tessa nodded encouragingly at her. Mina was sitting in the floor, leaning against her father’s legs with a surprisingly content Chairman Meow on her lap, bedazzling his fur with sparks of magic from her fingers.

Magnus was busily waltzing around the dining room, flashes of magic visible as he finished placing copious amounts of purple, pink, and blue streamers and balloons around a banner that said, “Happy Birthday Baby Biscuit”. Alec had gently pointed out no one else called Reesa that but Magnus had merely kissed him firmly and said, “I make the party rules.” Alec had said nothing more and left him to his decorating.

“You know,” Jace mused. “I never had family around for birthdays until I my 11th. And that wasn’t even my birthday, as we now know. And really by the time you get your first rune, it’s downplayed. Shadowhunters don’t do parties much. Just a cake if everyone is around. But the Institute was always empty. And of course I didn’t have anyone else...before. I got a gift or a wish as you know, but it wasn’t the same as this. I like this. Except maybe the punch.”

“I do too. I like birthdays. I had my first kiss on my 16th birthday, you know,” Clary gave him a saucy grin. Jace shot her a look that made her stomach flip. He leaned down to whisper in her ear.

“You better stop, Mrs. Herondale. I’m not a well-behaved man.” Clary giggled.

“Alright you two, stop it,” Alec rolled his eyes at them, coming down the hall with his son’s following behind him like baby ducks, each carrying a fake weapon of some sort, the two boys in their miniature gear jackets that they played in. Both their cheeks were red from their “battle” but they looked pleased with themselves.

“And the crash?” Clary asked.

“Bookshelf. Magnus will have to sort it,” Alec shook his head. Rafe and Max looked properly contrite, although Clary knew them enough to know they weren’t really. She winked at them.

“Time for cake!” Magnus announced and everyone gathered in the dining room. Reesa was given the seat of honor and a rounding chorus of “Happy Birthday” was sang. She sang along, much to everyone’s amusement.

She carefully blew out her candle, and Max relit it so he could blow it out too. Reesa found this hilarious, so Max and Mina kept relighting it until everyone had blown out the candle and Magnus finally had to remove the stub from the cake before a second round of candle blowing was started.

The cake was, of course, delicious. Magnus hinted strongly that it had came from France.

“I left money in the till,” He hastened to add before anyone said anything. “But our babies have to have the best cake.”

Clary watched as Reesa picked up her plate and licked the frosting off. “I think you chose well,” she said. Jocelyn shook her head in amusement and cleaned the chocolate off of Reesa’s nose and eyebrows.

“Bapak! Present time! Present time!” Max was bouncing in excitement as Rafe carried in the gift.

Magnus placed the brightly wrapped present in front of a wide-eyes Reesa who looked at him expectantly. “Magic?” She asked.

With a smile, Magnus snapped his fingers and the paper and ribbon unfurled to reveal a tiny gear jacket of her own. Reesa squealed. “On! Now!” She demanded.

Clary complied, slipping it over her bright pink romper and zipping it up. Reesa rubbed her hands over the jacket in amazement. Jace squatted next to her chair and adjusted the collar.

“Can you say thank you to everyone?” He prompted her gently.

“Thank you Unca Alec and Unca Magnus,” she whispered, still in awe. “And Nana and Papa and Gran’ma and Kad and Unca Simon and Ant Izzy and Max and Rafe and Jem and Nonna Tessa and Mina.” The adult all smiled as the little girl listed her whole family.

Alec smiled and knelt next to Jace. “Look,” he showed the little girl the pocket for her stele, tucking it in for her.

“You’re ready to fight now, Baby Biscuit,” Magnus said.

Max and Rafe bounced around her. “Yeah, we are all ready now!”

“Me too,” Mina cried, sending golden sparks through the air as she jumped down to dance with the boys.

“Well then, how about you all go train outside,” Magnus directed, snapping his fingers to cover every surface of the spacious balcony with large soft training mats, a low balance beam, and wooden swords. Reesa gave a suspiciously high jump off her chair and landed next to Rafe. He grabbed her hand and the four children ran outside.

———

The grownups sat down to enjoy decent, less sugary food (courtesy of Simon’s sister Rebecca’s restaurant, which Magnus used as often as he could) and watch the kids through the large windows. The punch had mysteriously disappeared (Jace wasn’t going to point fingers, but he suspected his mother had instigated a punch-removal directive to Kadir), so Magnus produced “adult drinks”.

Jace stood next to the window, watching the children play. Reesa was observing Rafe, who was showing Mina how to balance on the balance beam while holding her hand. When they were done, Reesa tried too, but refused assistance. She managed to walk it as easily as if she were on the ground and even did a large jump at the end.

“She’s good.” Jem had come up beside him, his eyes on his daughter who was comparing magic colors with Max. They were shooting little sparks in the air, and Reesa was laughing as they landed on her hair and arms.

“She is,” Jace said, a mix of pride and worry in his voice.

“Having a child with a gift you can’t exactly understand, it’s not easy,” Jem admitted. Jace looked at him, realizing Jem was a former Shadowhunter, with a half shadowhunter-half warlock wife and a child with an odd mix of warlock and shadowhunter blood.

“I don’t care about her gifts so much anymore, I just want her to be happy,” Jace said quietly. “I wasn’t, as a child. I want her to be more than just her gifts.”

“I remember you,” Jem mused. “You were the quietest, most composed, well-trained, and polite 10 year old I had ever met.”

“The ship. The attack by the werewolves on that ship the night I came to live with the Lightwoods.” Jace looked surprised. “I had forgotten, that was the first time we met, wasn’t it? I used your staff. The one with WH carved on it.”

“Yes. Your gifts were very visible that day, I just didn’t see them clearly. I’m sorry you weren’t happy, though.”

“I was later. I found part of my happiness with the Lightwoods. And the rest,” Jace’s eyes searched out Clary, laughing with Tessa and her mother near the fireplace. “The rest with Clary. And now with Reesa.”

“I understand,” Jem replied. And he did. He knew the fulfillment of happiness that came with love. With Will, with Tessa, with Mina and Kit. He saw that same completion in Jace now, what had been missing all those years ago when he had been the solemn and determined child with those golden eyes and that Herondale recklessness that had reminded Jem of Will even then.

The two men watched as Mina and Reesa joined hands to run away from Max and for a moment, it seemed like Reesa’s eyes glimmered and Mina’s fingers sparked a brighter gold and they seemed to be moving faster than they should have been. He blinked and it was gone. Jace’s brow was slightly furrowed , as if he had seen something as well.

“I think...those two may be trouble together,” Jem said.

“A Herondale and a Carstairs? Definitely. I’ve heard the stories from Tessa.” Jace laughed and Jem joined him.

“Oh yes. Will and I.” Jem smiled at the memories. “Will and Tessa’s daughter Lucie, her parabatai was also a Carstairs. Their son’s was a Fairchild.”

“Herondales, Carstairs, Lightwoods, and Fairchilds. Chaos and mayhem since the beginning, is what you’re saying?” Jace queried.

“Yes,” Jem confirmed. The two men stood in silence for a moment, watching the children play.

“Mundanes have gifted children too, you know.” Jem murmured. “But I think it means they are better at things like math and reading.” Jace looked bemused at this. Reesa turned and saw him watching her. She waved. He waved back.

“I can’t wait to see what they do,” Jace said softly. Jem nodded in agreement.

“I think,” Jem paused as Reesa and Mina joined hands again, their black and golden-red heads bent together to listen to Rafe and Max. “I think they’ll change the world.”

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Finding the Time to Study Fic 2 [Day 10]

Here is my starting post for today’s study break stories session. See this post for more details and feel free to send me asks to keep me going! It’s been a lot of fun so far! I will reblog this post with the story as I write them today. I’ll be constantly looking for ideas of times and places for Janus to have missions, so feel free to send in any you can think of at any point!

If you are a new follower or just don’t want all of these posts clogging your dash, please feel free to block the tag “study break stories” as all posts and voting about it will go there. You can still see the finished product of the story even if you are blocking that tag as I will not tag the edited chapters with “study break stories” but with the tag “folds in paper.” See edited chapters below. Chapters 2, 3, 4, and what I have of Chapter 5 are under the cut.

My Masterpost Part 1

I also have a playlist on youtube (because Spotify didn’t have one of the songs I wanted). It’s short, and not really for serious listening, but I had fun with it.

It’s going to be stop and go for most of the night because a lot of things will interrupt me, but I hope to do a good amount of this today.

Chapter 2

The morning was just as torturous as Janus had expected it would be. He chewed through another pop-tart, this time bothering to actually check and see that it was a cinnamon-sugar one and drank three cups of caffeinated orange juice. Then, he waved his hand through the air and selected the 1st saved location on his device. He popped up directly behind his desk where he’d been standing the night morning before.

Someone, probably Remus, had shut his integrator down. He swiped a finger across the power button, and it flickered back on, scrolling through its morning start up routine.

The machine scanned through all of the data in the three main system it was connected to and sorted all information into things that concerned him, could concern him, and did not before then sorting the first two categories into order of importance. As it did, he set up his screen reader so he would hopefully not start the day with more of a migraine than he already had. It took about 3 seconds for everything to turn on and settle.

Sitting down in his desk, he dismissed the notification that Remus had finished and submitted the report from their mission the day before.

A mission had been scheduled for him today, and the details were in his inbox. A piece time travel technology had been accidently dropped by an archology student in the 1890s during a trip. It was an earlier model of emergency time travel given to time travels that would dump them back into the Registration Office in the year they originated. It wasn’t extremely dangerous, but could pose some problems, especially if someone who didn’t know what it was activated it.

Surveillance agents had tracked it down and found that it had been picked up by a local and sold. Though no one from that time had known what it was, they had identified that it was made out of a precious metal and it had been crafted into an expensive necklace. Janus and Remus were supposed to retrieve it today. It had been pinpointed that the most opportune time for the extraction was 1923 during a masquerade ball held by those who had bought the necklace.

It was a fairly low stakes mission. He wasn’t set to leave for another couple of hours, so he clicked through the rest of the important notifications and then set off to meet his missions coordinator, Rhi, in her office.

Rhi and Janus got along fairly well. She was a well put together woman who took her job incredibly seriously. It was fair as her job was to organize all information and materials from every other department and make sure the agents she was assigned to got and understood all of it. A mistake from her could lead to an agent’s death or something far worse.

This, of course, made her relationship with Remus… interesting to say the least. Janus could never place whether they were nemesis, frenemies, or mortal enemies, and he doubted he would ever know.

“Okay, but it’s the 1920s America,” Remus was already in her office arguing when Janus arrived. “There were so many gangsters! I could be a gangster. I would make a fantastic gangster! Just give me a gun, a snazzy suit with a white hat, and a buttload of alcohol. I will be running Chicago with Al Capone in five minutes.”

“Al Capone didn’t become a crime boss until 1925 and you are going to 1923,” Rhi said, sounding bored, “you aren’t going to Chicago, and as I have already stated, your cover is already decided.”

“But-”

“It is nonnegotiable, Agent Clockson,” she said firmly. Remus pouted, but seemingly accepted his fate.

“May I come in?” Janus asked.

“Please do,” Rhi said. “You have been to the 1920s before, correct?” she asked Janus.

“Yes ma’am.”

She tapped the screen on her desk in response. “In the last two years?”

“About two months ago,” he responded. She tapped something else.

“Any blacks, reds, or yellows?” she asked.

“All green.”

“Great. Do you need a refresher course on basic cultural or linguistic procedures?”

“No.”

She pushed one more thing and then swiped the check-in document over to him. He glanced at the report stating he’d had no incidents of any level the last time he visited the 1920s and had opted out of the optional refresher course, and then pressed his finger against the screen to sign it with his fingerprint.

The document returned to her side of the desk automatically. “Okay,” she said swiping another document from her left over to be in front of her. She twisted her wrist to copy it and slide copies to Janus and Remus. “Here are exact details on the time, place, and event you are going to, as well as details about your cover.” Janus scrolled through his quickly. It wasn’t as detailed as some he’d had considering this was a brief in-and-out missing, but he still took care to memorize everything on the page.

As he and Remus read through their things, Rhi got to her feet and turned to the storage compartments behind her desk.

She grabbed out two packages and when they’d both signed that they’d read and understood the paperwork, she slid them across the desk to them. “These have everything you need,” she said. “Clothes, money, and an invitation to the party you’re off to attend. You are to get changed now, have a last check in with costuming to make sure everything is in order, and then report to decontamination in 23 minutes. Your set to leave in 38 minutes. Any questions?”

“How much-?” Remus started.

“None, agent,” Rhi said.

“But-”

“No alcohol,” Rhi said. “It is the prohibition era in the United States anyway.”

“Like there’s not going to be alcohol at the rich people party,” Remus said sullenly.

She pressed her lips together. “It is an in-and-out mission,” she said to both of them, and then turned to glare at Remus. “Do not get arrested.”

“I don’t know,” Remus said joyfully. “I think I still have room for a 1920s mug shot on my wall.”

“Behave,” she said, “or I’ll report you for the cat you smuggled in from the 1800s.”

“You’d never,” Remus said. “You enjoy the cute pictures of Diesel Fuel I send you every day too much, and you know it!”

“Just… don’t get arrested.” She turned to Janus. “Don’t let him get arrested.”

“I’ll do my best,” Janus promised, standing. “Now come on, Remus, we need to get changed.”

“You just want to see me naked,” Remus replied with a wink, but he did stand.

“If I see you naked one more time in my life Remus, my eyeballs will fall out of their sockets,” Janus said, waving to Rhi as he pulled Remus out of the door.

“Kinky.”

Janus’s eyeballs almost did fall out right then and there with how hard he rolled them.

They got changed quickly, Remus complaining and saying if he couldn’t dress like a gangster, he should at least be allowed to wear a flapper dress. Janus had long ago learned to ignore his ramblings. He did seem enthused about the included mask for the masquerade. It was a silver fox shaped mask with green accents that reminded Janus of the Egyptian God Anubis.

Janus’s own mask on the other hand, was only designed to take up the left half of his face. It was mostly golden with a black swirled design. Attached to the side there was a plume of golden tipped white feathers. He had to give it to the costuming department, they did have good taste.

Once they were both dressed, they were poked and prodded by one of the costumers to make sure everything was accurate, fit right, and had been put on correctly.

After that, they went to the decontamination area to have themselves and everything they were taking with them sterilized so they didn’t accidently take any pathogens to the 1920s. They also received an oral vaccination to be sure they didn’t pick up anything from the 1920s and bring it back.

Then they were ready to go. The correct time-space coordinates had already been sent to their timepieces. With a push of a button, they were off.

Inciting Incident

Chapter 3

Janus and Remus both appeared at the same moment a couple of feet apart in what looked like the inside of a garden shed. There was already a man waiting for them a few feet away. “Sup babes,” Remy said, just like he always did. The T-Agent looked their costumes up and down and whistled. “Now that,” he said, “almost makes me want to be one of you time jockeys.”

“They wouldn’t let me have a gun or a canister of moonshine,” Remus pouted.

Remy snorted. “Sorry, babes, but that makes my job a lot easier. If I’ve gotta fish you outta the 1920s criminal justice system, I’d rather it not be because you shot someone on accident ‘cause you don’t know how to use the safety.”

Remus groaned dramatically. “Everyone is lame.”

Remy just shook his head. “Meet back here when you’ve got the necklace,” he said. “Don’t make a move until after 11:05pm and before 11:17. That’s your window.”

“We know,” Janus said. “See you then.”

“Have fun at the party boys,” Remy said and then lowered his shades to look at Remus, “but not too much fun.”

“Yeah, yeah,” said Remus, already towing Janus out of the garden shed. The way had been specifically cleared for them, so they met no other people before they’d rounded the house the party was taking place and had gotten onto the driveway in front of the house.

Without missing a beat, they strolled up to the front of the house, just as a car pulled into the end of the driveway. Janus rang the doorbell, and a few moments later, a man who was clearly the butler answered the door. They handed over their invitation, and the man immediately let them in.

The party had already started when they slipped into the medium sized ballroom that had been decked out in streamers and other decorations. Janus’s nose immediately wanted to scrunch as the smell of sweat from all the dancing already going on as well as the too strong perfume meant to cover that stench wafted over him. It was by far not the worst smelling time period, but he was pretty sure some people still weren’t aware deodorant had been recently invented.

He checked his time piece which had been disguised as a fancy wristwatch for this trip. “Okay,” he said. “We have about two hours before we need to make our move. We should…”

Remus’s attention was already being dragged away by a young man who seemed to be providing guests with food. “I’m going to go ‘mingle’,” he said, winking.

“No!” Janus hissed. “Re- Richard! No!”

Yet, he was already disappearing into the horde of stinky bodies, likely to go scandalize a bunch of rich folks, and leaving Janus alone. Janus mumbled a curse under his breath that he was sure no one around him would understand even if they could make it out.

Unsure what to do with himself, he wandered over towards where the live musicians were playing jazz music, being sure to keep out of the way of the dancers. He was edging around the makeshift dancefloor, when one of said dancers must have misstepped and knocked into another one. The second man stumbled right towards Janus, arms pinwheeling. Janus reached out on instinct to catch the man as he fell.

There was a moment where the two of them just stared at each other, surprise evident on the other man’s face. He was wearing a mask that just covered the area around his eyes and the top of his nose, revealing a smattering of freckles across his cheeks that Janus imagined extended to his nose.

The mask was a light blue velvet with a flower stuck on the side near his right ear, and a trail of curled golden ribbon bobbed down around his chin. The party continued on around them, a blur of movement and sound.

“Are you alright?” Janus asked.

The man blinked up at him and then tilted his head slightly to the side as though confused, before a smile slowly grew on his face. “Oh, I’m fine Dove.”

“Dove?” Janus asked.

He giggled. “You have dove feathers on your mask,” he explained, reaching up a hand to touch one. His finger brushed the tip of Janus’s ear, “and I don’t know what else I am supposed to call you.”

“My name is Lee,” he automatically lied.

“Is it?” he asked, sounding amused. “Doesn’t seem to fit you well. I like Dove better.”

“Oh?” asked Janus. “And what’s your name so I can not call you that?”

The man chuckled. “Call me Pat.”

“Hello Pat,” Janus said.

“I thought you didn’t want to call me by my name.”

“I changed my mind.”

“Hmmm,” Pat said, finger tracing idly across Janus’s forearm which was when Janus realized with a start that he was still holding the man in his arms. He quickly went to release him, which Pat allowed with clear amusement.

Yet, instead of completely stepping away, Pat grabbed Janus’s arm. “What are you doing all the way over here by the way?” he asked. “Don’t you want to dance.”

“Oh,” Janus hesitated. “I don’t really dance.” Or at least not in the way the people around him were. He’d had basic training for this style, but it had been a while and he was a bit rusty.

“Everyone dances Dove,” Pat claimed. “At least if they know the steps and have the right partner.”

“But I don’t know the steps,” Janus said with an eyebrow raise.

He hummed. “Well, I know the dance pretty well by this point,” Pat said. “Why don’t I teach you how it goes.”

He was agreeing with the soft beseeching tone before he even realized it. Pat pulled him into the middle of the throng of people. He seemed to think, bopping his head to the music playing for a moment, before looking back at Janus. “Heard of James Johnson?”

Janus inclined his head.

“Well, have you heard his new song? Because there’s a dance that goes with it.”

He took a few steps away from Janus and started to dance. Despite his claim to know the steps, he wasn’t particularly good, but he made up for any loss of rhythm with pure enthusiasm.

Janus found himself smiling at the man, and after a few moments, joined in with the dance. Despite his lack of practice, he ended up having a better natural rhythm than Pat. Pat didn’t seem to mind that he was being outperformed, however. On the contrary, he giggled at himself the couple of times he stumbled.

When he fell into Janus’s arms for the second time that night, Janus decided he’d probably had enough dancing for the moment and pulled him off to the side to get something to drink and cool down a bit.

He watched the man take a snack and some punch from one of servers and thank him happily before turning back to Janus. Pat was easily able to keep Janus’s attention as they chatted. He was bubbly and soft, and Janus found himself enchanted as they talked.

He was explaining the steps of a different dance, a couples one. “Knowing how to perform the tango will entrance any girl you want,” Pat said, something mischievous sparkling in his eyes. “Assuming you’re that type of fella.”

“As opposed to what?” Janus asked.

Pat leaned in a bit closer. Not too much, but enough that he was definitely in Janus’s space. “A different type of fella,” he said simply, before smiling and leaning back.

Janus let out a shaky exhale and took a sip of punch. He glanced over at Pat. “Tell me about yourself, Pat,” he said.

Pat hummed in contemplation. “Well, I went to France recently.”

“You did?”

“Oui, c'était amusant, mais j'ai eu des ennuis”

“What kind of trouble?” Janus asked curiously.

“Oh, the kind with a pretty boy and crepes that were way too sweet. Anyway,” he continued. “Other than that, I mostly help out my friend. He’s an inventor.”

“And how do you help him.”

He shrugged, “Running errands mostly, and making sure he gets enough sleep, because otherwise he gets distracted and forgets. And you?”

“I’m a banker,” he said, remembering his cover, but felt compelled to add, “but I like to travel as well.”

“You do look the type?”

“And how is that?”

Pat shrugged. “I can always tell a wandering spirt from the masses, and you are easy to spot.” Pat looked at him then with a secret smile on his face, and Janus felt suddenly known, like the man in front of him had known him for years even though they’d only just met. Looking at him then, he wanted suddenly for that to be fact and not a flight of fancy.

He was brought firmly back to reality in the next moment. “Lee,” a pointed and familiar voice said. Janus’s head snapped up to see Remus, staring at him. He tapped his wrist. Janus glanced at his own wrist: 10:58pm. He just barely managed not to curse.

“I,” he said looking up at Pat. “I’m sorry, but I have to go.”

“That’s okay,” Pat said easily. “It is getting rather late.”

“Yes,” Janus agreed. “Well… goodbye.”

Pat, titled his head, a half smile on his face. “I’ll be seeing you around.”

Janus nodded, and turned away from him towards Remus. He didn’t look back as they excited the ballroom. They snuck into a small side closet for coats that wasn’t being used as it was summer.

“So,” Remus said when the door closed behind them.

“Don’t,” warned Janus.

“I’m not one to judge,” Remus said.

“Shut up.” He glanced at his watch. It was 11:02. “We’ll go in 5.”

“I have to give it to you. He was very cute.”

“We’re not talking about it.”

Remus just laughed joyfully, and Janus did his best to halt the blood rushing to his cheeks.

At 11:07, well into their window, they slipped back out of the closet, and towards the stairs as the party raged on.

Despite how Remus usually never shut up, he was able to be quiet when it counted. They snuck to the master bedroom of the home’s owners in silence. The door was already wide open by the time they got there, and Janus didn’t think anything of it. At least, he didn’t until they entered the bedroom, and there was someone already there.

He turned from the dresser he’d been standing in front of to face them, sending Janus the same smile he had down in the ballroom. Janus and Remus both froze. “Sorry, sweetie,” Pat said. “Were you here for this too?” he held up the necklace they’d been sent for. He closed his fist around the charm made out of time travel tech.

“What?” Janus said.

Pat giggled and winked. “Unfortunately, I need it a bit more than you at the moment. So, I’m gonna have to go.” Janus stepped forward, not really sure what he was intending to do, but Pat just smiled. “See you some other time, my Turtle Dove.” With a snap of his fingers and loud crack, he disappeared. The mask he’d been wearing fluttered to the ground.

Arc I: Finding Cinderella

Chapter 4

Janus was frozen in surprise for a few long moments after Pat disappeared. Which had been, admittedly, his mistake, because, while their window had technically been until 11:17pm and it was only 11:10, the loud crack that whatever Pat had been using for time travel made, garnered the attention of someone else.

“Uh oh,” Remus said, likely hearing footsteps. “Hide.”

That snapped Janus into action, but instead of hiding immediately like a sensible human being, he chose to go for the only link to the man who’d just stolen time travel tech and waltzed away, the mask.

Which was why he ended up getting arrested.

Remy tsked the moment they were all alone in the police car having come to ‘transfer Lee to another facility.’ Remus was already waiting in the front seat, and flashed Janus a smug smile. If Janus wasn’t still handcuffed, he’d slap him.

“Well,” Remy said. “At least you didn’t shoot anybody like I asked. I was joking by the way. I didn’t really want to pick you up from a 1920s police station period.”

“It wasn’t my fault.”

“Mmm, nah, ‘cause Remus managed to not get arrested this time, so you defiantly screwed something up.”

“Oh, he defiantly wanted to screw something all right,” Remus said joyfully.

“Remus,” Janus hissed.

“What?” he asked. “I’m not the horny one for once. Well, no, that’s a lie, but it didn’t affect the job this time.”

Janus groaned and leaned his head back against the seat.

Remy pulled into a seemingly random garage around 20 minutes later. “Alright,” he said. “Here we are.” He got out of the car and then helped Janus out before uncuffing him. “Here’s your ‘watch,’” Remy handed him the timepiece that had been confiscated when he’d been arrested.

Janus put it on and activated it. “Shit,” he said.

“What?” Remus asked.

“An appointment with cultural outreach has already been downloaded to my calendar for once we get out of decon.”

“Oof. Going to baby jail,” Remy laughed. Remus was cackling.

“This,” Janus said, “was not a cultural faux pas. I did nothing that indicated that I was not from this time. I am not some rookie.”

“Don’t forget cell phones don’t exist in the 1920s,” Remus sang.

“The real question is whether or not my foot exists in your…” Remus disappeared before he could finish, a smirk on his face. Janus growled. “By Remy,” he gritted out. He selected the decontamination chamber from his queue, ignoring the appointment that came after it for now.

He knew exactly where Remus would be standing when he landed, which was why he stepped forward on reentry to ram into him.

He yelped in surprise. “Sorry,” Janus said pleasantly. “I must have also forgotten landing procedures.

Remus laughed good naturally. “Aw, come on Jay,” he said, bumping Janus back, albeit much gentler than Janus had been. “It’s not a big deal. You just go talk with some crusty old college professor who is far too interested in spoons and then everything’s fine.”

“It’s the principle of the thing,” he growled. “They’re treating me like I’m an idiot who accidently invented disco in the 1920s when I was conned by some free agent time traveler.”

“‘Conned,’ Remus said. Is that what they’re calling it now?”

“I know where and when you live Remus,” Janus said.

Remus gave him a dopey smile as the decontamination cycle finished and the door unlocked. Janus’s wrist buzzed telling him that the coordinates to the cultural outreach office were now unlocked. Instead of pulling them up, Janus walked to the door.

“Um,” Remus said, following him. “Aren’t you supposed to be going to your appointment?” Janus just kept walking towards their office. “Uh… Jan?”

“It’s absolutely ridiculous that I have to go to cultural outreach,” Janus said. “In fact, no one can make me. If they want me to go have a discussion about the definition of ‘bushwa,’ they’re going to have to have me dragged there.”

“Mmm, I feel like The Boss won’t be too happy about that, and I have a feeling she’d be 100% down to dragging you there herself.”

“Well, then, let her,” Janus said, stalking through the door to his office. “I’m not going to…”

“Ah, Agent Picani,” the woman standing next to his desk, clearly waiting for him, said when he came through the door. “Dr. Picani was informed that there were complications with your last mission and wishes to have a conversation with you and asks that you meet him in his office at the AMO.”

“Oh, um,” Janus said, stumbling a bit before plastering on a regretful half smile. “Unfortunately, I actually have an appointment right now at Cultural Outreach. It’s mandatory and very important, and I have to go now. So, I’ll have to take a raincheck on that.”

“But-” she started, frowning.

“Remus, work on the report!” Janus said quickly as he waved his hand to bring up his timepiece display and jammed his finger at the glowing appointment card in his queue. A few moments later, Janus was at Cultural Outreach.

Cultural Outreach was not part of the TPI, though it often worked very closely with them. It was a collaboration between the government and multiple universities to help government workers, politicians, and other citizens understand and bridge cultural gaps. It had existed before time travel was invented but had expanded to also teach people who needed to time travel how to behave in unfamiliar times and cultures.

After it had to be expanded to provide for the TPI, it had been moved to Silver Mountains University. The building had once just been a museum, but it had been thoroughly renovated and there had been add-ons for office space and some classrooms. It was still a museum, however, its purpose had expanded greatly and there were many areas that were off limits to the general public.

One of these areas was the fourth floor, where Janus’s timepiece had dumped him. This was the floor that was almost exclusively for TPI agents and staff of Cultural Outreach who worked with them.

He immediately turned away from the reception area, hoping that he could escape and go sit on the university’s quad or something of the like for the next hour or so in hopes the woman his brother sent to fetch him would give up and go back to the AMO. Yet, the receptionist apparently saw him.

“Janus Picani?” he asked.

Janus grimaced and turned back towards him. “Yes,” he said.

“Is something wrong?” he asked. “You’re 5 minutes late for your appointment and seem disoriented.

“Nothing’s wrong.”

“Is your timepiece malfunctioning?”

“No.”

“Uh… okay. Well, if you sign in here, I can take you to your appointment.”

“…Fine.”

He begrudgingly stepped forward and touched the screen he’d gestured to sign with his fingerprint, and then let the man lead him down the hall.

The door they stopped at was propped open slightly, but he still paused and knocked. “Professor Eran? Your 2:30 is here.”

Janus had just a moment upon hearing the name to think that maybe there was actually some sort of intelligent design of the universe and whatever being of ultimate power had crafted it was a dick.

The door opened and Virgil Eran’s eyes immediately narrowed on him. “Janus.”

“Virgil.”

“I see you’re still late for everything.”

“I see you’re still a bastard.”

Janus saw the receptionist slowly back away in the direction they’d come.

“Why don’t you come in?” Virgil said faux pleasantly.

Janus did, because he really didn’t have much of a choice at this point unless he wanted to jump out of a window… or push someone out of a window.

Virgil turned back into his office and took a seat behind his desk. Janus unhappily followed him in and sat across from him.

He took his time pulling up whatever the TPI sent him and reading it over. “So, I see you failed your recovery mission and were arrested in 1923.”

“It wasn’t like that,” Janus said. “I shouldn’t be here.”

Virgil gave him that same suspicious look he used to give Janus whenever Janus claimed to have not eaten his hot pockets out of the freezer in the middle of the night. He’d only been lying 80% of the time. Virgil had a tendency to forget what he’d eaten in a half-conscious state at 3 o’clock in the morning.

“I shouldn’t,” Janus snapped defensively. “Nothing went wrong with anyone from the time period. An illegal time traveler screwed up the mission details.”

“Well, it is still protocol to make sure nothing slipped when agents go off script. You weren’t prepared to be in a jail cell, and it is possible that you screwed something up.”

“I didn’t screw anything up,” Janus growled.

“Alright,” Virgil said pulling up a document on his desk. “The mission started on July 27th, 1923 at 9:58pm, correct?”

“Oh, god, we’re not really going to fill out a time sheet. I don’t have time for that today.”

“It is protocol and best that the information is documented when it is still fresh in your mind. Besides, your schedule has been cleared for the rest of the workday.” The bastard was enjoying this. He knew how much Janus hated this stuff.

“I didn’t do anything wrong,” Janus said, “it was the damned illicit time traveler.”

“And I will be the judge of that,” Virgil said. Janus should have just bit the bullet and had coffee with his brother. “If you truly did nothing wrong, your supervisor will see that when I send this to her.”

Yet, despite the fact that Virgil clearly relished in his suffering, he was charitable enough to do most of the actual filling out of the forms. He’d read out the questions and write down what Janus said instead of making him do it himself. Janus really only had to do a quick quality check and sign it at the end.

He still was an asshole about the details, but really he’d been like that about stupid thing like the settings for the dish washer and how the pantry was organized during their college days before they’d had their falling out, so Janus wasn’t particularly surprised. When they were finally done, Virgil sent it off to get filed by the TPI.

Then, they were left staring at each other with nothing between them but almost a decade of radio silence and a whole lot of awkwardness.

“I should go,” Janus finally said, standing up.

Virgil tilted his head slightly to the side and gave him a half smile. “Don��t lock the door behind you,” he said. “Not that I’d expect you too.”

Janus took it for the clear attempt at a joke it was intended to be and puffed out a breath of amusement with a head shake. “No risk of that,” he said. Then, he turned and walked out of the office.

Chapter 5

Janus stepped back into the reception area and booted up his time piece. Instinct said to go back to the office despite the fact that it was late enough that most people had gone home, but he hesitated. Surely Emile had given up by now, but considering he’d sent someone to ambush him in his office, Janus wasn’t sure if he should trust that. He could just go home, but he already knew his mind was racing too much to sleep tonight so he’d probably just end up staring at the lake for the next 6 hours. So, he decided on the only other legitimate option he had. He pulled up Remus’s home coordinates and selected.

The home that Remus had chosen (after his long line of rejected requests) managed to somehow make no and absolute sense simultaneously to anyone who knew him. It was a small farm in the United States just west of the Mississippi in 1842 in what would be ratified as the state of Iowa in a few years. When asked why he would choose that time and place, Remus always responded with “I thought it was funny,” whatever that meant.

Unlike most time agents who simply used the identities assigned to them by the AMO as a cover, Remus actually lived his part time.

Janus was… fairly certain he was cheating a bit to get everything done, but he maintained his small farm all on his own, growing most of his own food. The neighbors he had lived very far away, but he still spoke with them far more than Janus did his own.

Janus appeared inside the small home, his eyes already shut. “Are you hear and dressed?” Janus called. Something bumped lightly into his legs.

“I’m in the kitchen!”

Janus peaked his eyes open and squatted to pet the cat at his feet. “That doesn’t answer my question!” he called back to Remus.

“It’s a surprise!” Remus said.

“Remus.” Diesel Fuel the cat flopped to her side on the ground as Janus continued to pet her ears. He heard Remus’s footsteps, and saw cloth covering his legs, so risked looking up. He was currently not only dressed, but wearing an apron that Janus was fairly sure was not time appropriate judging by the fabric and cat pawprint design. He had a bit of flour on his hands, and it may have been a bit too white for the time and place, but Janus couldn’t be completely sure.

“What’re you doing here?” Remus asked.

“My day has been an endless series of frustrations,” Janus said. “So, I have come to see the only tolerable being in the history of the universe.”

Remus snorted. “Since I know that isn’t me, I’ll assume you’re talking about the cat.”

“I still don’t understand why you tolerate this creature,” Janus addressed Diesel Fuel. She blinked slowly up at him. “To be fair, he was assigned as my partner. I didn’t have much of a choice in it. You could go always run away and become feral in the woods if you’d like.”

“So could you, technically,” Remus pointed out.

“I’m thinking about it after today.”

“Would you like some bread?” Remus asked. “That’s all I’ve been making this afternoon. Some fresh should be coming out of the oven in a few minutes.”

“Do you have anything stronger made out of wheat?”

“Ew, no, but I do have vodka.”

“Vodka works.”

“Want me to mix it with something?”

“No.”

“One of those night then,” Remus said, easily. “Let me finish up the bread, so I don’t burn the kitchen down. You can go get the alcohol from the cellar while you wait if you want, or you can just flop down on the couch.”

He was going to just flop down on the couch.

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You & Me : chapter 29

A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA

Sequel to AM CONVERSATIONS

CHAPTER 1 || CHAPTER 2 || CHAPTER 3 || CHAPTER 4 || CHAPTER 5 || CHAPTER 6 || CHAPTER 7 || CHAPTER 8 || CHAPTER 9 || CHAPTER 10 || CHAPTER 11 || CHAPTER 12 || CHAPTER 13 || CHAPTER 14 || CHAPTER 15 || CHAPTER 16 || CHAPTER 17 || CHAPTER 18 || CHAPTER 19 || CHAPTER 20 || CHAPTER 21 || CHAPTER 22 || CHAPTER 23 || CHAPTER 24 || CHAPTER 25 || CHAPTER 26 || CHAPTER 27 || CHAPTER 28

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Chapter 29 : His chapter

NIALL

I kept glancing at her as I drove and I couldn't take that stupid smile off of my lips. Her hair was dancing around her head, sometimes tickling my arm, cheek and neck, and it didn't bother me at all. In fact, I enjoyed it. She put her hand out of the window as it moved in waves because of the wind and the speed of the car on the high way and I loved watching her. She was wearing her stupid heart shaped sunglasses but they were new because these had purple tinted glasses, unlike the pink ones she used to have, and the smell of honey and vanilla reached my nose from time to time. I loved it. I loved her. She looked stunning in the golden hour and despite everything we had been through, at that exact moment, I was so fucking happy I could start flying.

She reached for the volume when one of my songs came on and I laughed as she started singing loud. The smile she was wearing told me I was not the only happy person in this car and I started singing with her, tapping on the wheel as she moved her upper body with the music. When the song was over I felt her reach for my thigh and she squeezed it a bit before turning the volume down again and leaning back against the seat. I could feel her gaze on my side and I was wondering what was burning my skin more : her eyes, or the setting sun hitting on my other cheek?

"Was this song written for a specific one night stand or was it just general?"

"Slow Hands?" I asked, raising my eyebrows before chuckling. "Who says I didn't write it about you?"

"Pretty sure you wrote it when we were not together anymore." she said with a frown.

"No!" I quickly replied after trying to imitate the sound of a 'wrong answer' buzzer from a tv quiz. "I started it when we were together. I just didn't really plan to add it to the album but I ended up thinking that album needed a bit more grit, i wanted something a bit more.. daring?"

She raised her eyebrows as I exited the high way and replaced her hair quickly without much success. It was adorable and I loved it a lot but I didn't mention it.

"That's daring alright. Are you talking about your fingertips or mine?" she asked with a chuckle, making me laugh.

"You decide!"

She chuckled again and I could swear she also rolled her eyes but it was hard to see because of her sunglasses. I parked a bit farther on the road and her eyes left me to look by her window. She shook her head before looking back at me and smiling.

"What?"

"I don't know, I'm always amazed at the number of beaches we can drive by here." she shrugged. "I'm just not used to it."

"You like it?"

She licked her lips and shrugged a bit, glancing down and then looking up at me. "I guess, yea. But I miss London. All the time."

I moved my own glasses up on my head and she took hers off, tilting her head and sending me a soft smile. It was a stupid thought, but at that moment, I felt the need to say it.

"You can always find your home in me." I let out, reaching for her hands and squeezing them. "You're mine, too. You're my home."

Her traits softened and she slowly moved closer, holding herself with both hands on one of my thighs before her lips reached mine. She kissed me softly and I didn't try to deepen the kiss, I just enjoyed the way he lips pressed gently but firmly against mine.

"You're my home too." she whispered, letting her eyes fall down to my laps after moving slightly away. "Unzip your pants."

"Excuse me what?" I asked with a nervous chuckle.

"Unzip your pants." she repeated without skipping a beat.

"I parked here for a walk on the beach, not for.. whatever you had planned." I explained, raising my eyebrows.

"You're not gonna say no to a blowjob twice in a row will you?" she asked, losing her smile but I could still see how amused she was in her eyes. "I'm gonna start doubting my skills."

The left corner of my lips raised and I unzipped my pants, my eyes never leaving hers. Of course I was not going to say no but damn I just hoped we wouldn't get caught. Her lips curled into a big smile before she quickly bend down. It took her half a second to have her lips around my cock and my hand gripped the wheel tight as the leather made an annoying noise. I could feel myself grow hard fast and I whimpered low. She took my dick completely in her mouth and I let out a low 'Jesus Christ' when I felt her fingers play with my balls. I looked around to see if anyone was getting closer and finally blinked a few times, looking down at her head moving up and down on me. I pushed her hair out of the way to see her better and pressed my lips together, feeling one of my legs shake. She normally goes slow and makes sure I can feel her lips on my tip, under my foreskin and down to my balls but this time, she just went fast and hard, letting the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat every time she could. I gripped her hair and licked my lips before they parted.

"Don't move, I'm gonna cum."

Quickly, I moved my hips up and down, thrusting my cock in and out of her mouth fast and hard until my eyes closed and my grip tightened.

"Holy f-, swallow it." I whispered without thinking, only half a second before I felt myself cum hard in her mouth.

I pushed her more on my cock as I felt an intense orgasm hit me like a wave and when I let go of her head, she took my dick out of her mouth but let her tongue run on the length before moving down to my balls and sucking on one. I felt my cock twitch and let out a groan as I heard her chuckle.

I quickly put my cock back in my pants when she moved her head up and the smirk she was sending me made my heart skip a beat.

"You came so fast!" she laughed, making me grimace.

"Shut up! You went so hard on my cock how was I supposed not to cum?"

I could have delayed my orgasm but I didn't see the point, especially since we were in a public place, but I didn't mention it. Of course, it made me nervous to get caught, but at the same time, the thrill was amazing.

"Do you still want to go on the beach?" I suggested, trying to talk about something else, before she nodded.

We both got out of the car and I grabbed my cap, putting it on my head and reaching my hand out for hers. She looked at it for a few seconds and stopped walking before looking up in my eyes. Something stirred in my stomach when she shook her head slightly and my arm fell back on my side. Ouch.

"You just sucked my cock in the car but you don't want to hold my hand?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. "No one will recognize us, no one cares!"

I didn't want to be rude but I couldn't pretend her behavior didn't hurt me a bit. I was normally the one who didn't want affection display in public whenever I was in a relationship but I never understood how the girls I dated could feel when I said that. Now, I had a good idea.

"I thought we... agreed that we would just.." she stopped herself and shook her head with a sigh. "I'm sorry Niall, i'm not ready for that, and you don't want that either. You hate PDA remember?"

My traits softened and I sighed, nodding slowly.

"I'm sorry, you're right, and I shouldn't have been so rude."

She licked her lips and after a few seconds, she followed me and we walked side by side on the beach with a small breeze against us. I kept glancing at her and after a while, I felt her fingers brush against mine.

"I love you, you know?" she said in a low tone, making me turn my head her way completely.

"I know, I love you too, I'm sorry, Olivia."

"I'm just.. I'm scared, Niall. Last time ended so badly, and now we're so happy. I don't want things to get bad after we make it official. I don't want what we have to vanish or even falter. I want this to last, and right now, it works, so, why risk it?"

I understood what she meant even if technically, it didn't really make sense, but I was pretty sure she knew that. I sat quickly in the sand, my knees up and holding myself with my elbows slightly behind myself, half laying down. She smiled and sat next to me in the same position, except she spread her legs out and crossed her ankles together. She was wearing soft black pants and her ridiculously dirty rainbow converse and I liked it without even knowing why.

"Okay, would you rather be always 10 minutes late or 20 minutes early?"

I raised my eyebrows and smiled slightly when I recognized the game. We used to always play that game when we were younger but as the years went by, the questions changed, and the answers too.

"20 minutes early, of course!" I frowned with a chuckle. "That was easy. Okay my turn. Would you rather have whatever you are thinking to appear above your head for everyone to see orrrrrr have absolutely everything you do live streamed for anyone to see?"

"That's an absolute shitty question." she complained. "Anything I think about appear above my head. That would imply a lot of people seeing your cock, though."

I let out a loud laughter and turned to her. "Are you thinking about my cock right now?"

"Of course!" she replied quickly. "Can't you see it above my head?"

We laughed together and she licked her lips.

"Mm, would you rather have edible spaghetti hair that regrows every night orrrr, sweat maple syrup."

I grimaced and shook my head. "This is horrible. Sweat maple syrup I guess."

"I guess I'd lick your armpits all the time, then." she shrugged, bringing a smirk to my lips.

"Oh I know you'd do it even now." I pointed out. I could swear I saw her cheeks turn a soft shade or red and chuckled. "You love my armpits. One time you literally put your face there and kissed it."

"That was an accident." she blatantly lied. " I was trying to kiss your... your shoulder."

"Liar. I was smelly too, I was just back from the gym." I added, knowing I was embarrassing her even more.

"Okay, Niall, your turn now!"

I laughed as I stared at her and finally pressed my lips together, trying to find a good question.

"Would you rather... have 10 orgasms every time you have sex but they're not that good, or just one every week but a fucking strong one."

"That's a horrible question and I'm sorry but I'm gonna go for the fucking strong one." she shrugged with a grimace. "I would be so annoying all week though, you wouldn't be able to live with me. I'd hump you all the time."

I laughed and rolled my eyes. "How often do you masturbate?"

Her eyes roamed on my face and she pressed her lips together, trying not to smile too much.

"Normally maybe, twice a day?" she just replied with a shrug. "These days, though, I don't. You're the only one who makes me cum."

I turned to her and sent her a big happy smile that she sent back.

"I would kiss you right now." I pointed out, making her smile too.

"I would kiss you back."

We stared at each other for a while and she finally looked away, turning her head to the water for a few minutes as the sun was disappearing into the horizon. I knew we should get up and leave to find a place to sleep but I didn't want to.

"Would you rather marry a 10 with a boring personality, or a 6 with an amazing personality." she let out, turning her head to send me a smile again. "Choose wisely."

"You're not asking this about yourself, right? Because you're not a 6."

"You're right, i'm a 4, at best. No wait, Heidi said a 3, right?"

"You're still thinking about that?" I asked in a lower and soft tone before she shrugged and turned again to the water. "You really shouldn't. She was just jealous."

"Heidi isn't jealous of anyone. What she says, she means." Liv pointed out. "You know, just because I know you're out of my league doesn't mean I'm not confident, or that I hate myself. I know society's beauty standards and I don't fit in. I never will. You do though." she pointed out, turning to me. "You've always been the pretty boy, the one everyone liked and wanted to be around. I was never jealous I was fucking mesmerized. Because you were my best friend and no one else's. You had picked me."

"I'm still picking you. I'm choosing you every single day, Olivia." I pointed out, sitting up and crossing my legs, looking down at my hands. "And you have no idea how many girls I flirted with that turned me down." I chuckled. "Before I was famous and even now. You could be surprised."

"That's because you seem to always fall for stupid fucking bitches. You always choose them for what they physically look like. You never try to see deeper because for you, everyone is good. But it's not true. Not everyone is good, Niall. Some people will just use you and throw you away when they're done. Some people will pick you because you're rich and famous, and some other won't pick you because you're not glamorous enough. Why do you think Heidi wanted to date you so bad but was totally okay to let you sleep with one of her best friends?"

I looked up and frowned. "Wait, what do you mean?"

"Gia Christenson? That's literally the only friend Heidi has left, yet she sent her to flirt with you at that bar when we were dating? She gave her your number so she could send you nudes when we were camping? And you literally ended up sleeping with her a few weeks before you started dating Heidi?"

My lips parted slightly but I shook my head. No, Heidi hadn't done all that just so I would break up with Olivia, that was impossible. I didn't want to believe that someone could ever do that. To anyone. I was not such a bad judge of character.

"No I mean, it's a coincidence."

"It's not. And I'm not blaming her for our break up. She didn't force you do to anything, she didn't point a gun to your head either. But when you started dating her I couldn't help but think that she had gotten exactly what she wanted and I had lost."

"And now?"

"Now?" she asked, raising her eyebrows as she turned to look in my eyes with a sad smile. "Now I'm just not playing anymore."

We kept quiet again, just listening to the waves and feeling the slightly cooler breeze hit our cheeks. It felt amazing to be here, alone, with her, but her words kept resonating in my head. Was I that oblivious?

"I don't want to marry a 6 or a 10, no matter what their personalities are." I finally just replied with a shrug. "I want to marry you. No number. Just you."

The way she smiled at me and tilted her head, I knew she liked my answer, but I kept quiet and after a while, she got up and I followed her back to the car. The sun was gone and the sky was dark but I drove to the first motel I saw and grabbed our bags before putting my sunglasses back on.

"I'll give my name." she just said as we reached the counter.

I smiled a bit and nodded before she asked for a room, gave her name and paid for it. I stayed behind her slightly and finally followed her to our room as she opened it and let me in. I dropped everything near the bed and when I turned around she was locking the door behind us.

"How much do I owe you?" I asked, putting my hands on my waist.

"Nothing, I got my check." she giggled, making me raise my eyebrows. "The number on it was astronomical, I almost came just looking at my bank account."

"Okay but this is literally a suite." I pointed out, making her roll her eyes.

"A suite in a motel I mean who cares?" she rolled her eyes, sitting on the bed.

I walked to her and bent down to kiss her lips as her hands found my cheeks. I had wanted to kiss her for hours and feeling her lips on mine after that long felt incredible.

"You want to add more fluids to these dirty bed sheets?" she asked with a smirk, making me grimace before she started laughing hard. "I'm just kidding! I'm sure these are extremely clean."

"Yea not so sure anymore."

She got up and tilted her chin up to look at me. Instinctively, my arms wrapped around her waist and I pulled her closer to kiss her gently.

"Maybe we could sleep on the floor?" I proposed in a low tone, half-joking.

"The floor is probably even worse." she mentioned just as low before chuckling. "Come on, I'll fill the bath for us. I saw it on the brochure and it looks incredible."

"For a motel room suite, maybe." I complained as she moved away.

I heard her laugh again and opened one of my bags to get some comfortable clothes for both of us, leaving the sweatpants and shirts on top of my luggage. I finally grabbed my phone and looked at all the notifications popping up with a grimace. I deleted all of them and went to check my contacts. I clicked on Heidi's name and picked the 'delete' option before doing the same with Gia and a few other girls. I was not really sure who they were, probably because they were insignificant to me, and threw my phone on the bed just as she was calling me. When I stepped foot in the bathroom, the bath was filled and the lights were dimmed, which surprised me a bit, considering what kind of motel we were in.

I looked at her sitting in the bath, definitely naked but all I could see was her breasts out of the water and slightly covered with foam. I could still see her nipples and I groaned.

"Can't believe you didn't wait for me to get undressed."

She shrugged and smiled. "Your turn. Take your clothes off."

Quickly, I took my shirt off and laughed when I noticed the way she was looking at me. She didn't say a word and I took my pants, boxers and socks off before joining her. The bath was large enough and I sat in front of her, grabbing one of her feet and massaging it gently, my thumbs pressing against her sole.

"Mm, don't stop." she whispered making me laugh as she closed her eyes and leaned her head against the side of the bath. "I didn't expect that but this is amazing. Oh, and there's a beer behind you. Thought you'd enjoy."

I grabbed the bottle with one hand and she immediately started shaking her foot to get my attention back.

"You’re so needy."

"Shut up and keep going." she just replied, making me roll my eyes, a small smile still on my lips.

We remained in silence for a while, just enjoying the warm water and the presence of each other, but after a while, my mind went from blank to filled with questions and I breathed in.

"What are we, Olivia?"

She moved her head up and her eyes opened, meeting mine. She seemed a bit taken aback by my question but she shook her head a bit before tilting it.

"We're... two best friends who... love each other, and fuck more than occasionally." she proposed slowly, raising her shoulders up. "I guess."

"What if I want you to be my girlfriend, Olivia? What do I have to do for that?"

She breathed in and out slowly, still looking at me, and took her foot back. I thought she was mad but she moved in the water and got closer, placing her knees on each sides of me and sitting on my thighs. She looked down at my chest, bringing warm water on my shoulders and sighing before looking back up in my eyes.

"I love you, Niall. I'm in love with you. I want to date or fuck no one but you." she confessed in a very low tone. "But I'm not ready. And I don't know when I'll be. Or if I'll ever be."

I swallowed the lump in my throat and frowned a bit. "So we may never get back together?"

Her face changed and she licked her lips. "Shit happens, so we never know? I want to, and I'm trying. But I can't promise anything. It's too stressful for me. Can we just.. live today? You're going on tour, I'm about to film again and... we'll both be extra busy. We can have that discussion again after your tour?"

"My tour literally ends in september, Liv." I pointed out. "That's in over 7 months. What will happen if we don't see each other for weeks?"

Her eyes roamed on my face and she licked her lips again, as if she was trying to find the courage to talk again. "I'll do everything I can to come see you every time I have a few days off. You can come back here whenever you have a break, too. We can talk every day, text each other, facetime each other. It's not our first time apart, and... I know it'll probably be the hardest but if we want to make this work, we will, right?"

I stared at her, unsure if it was really possible but I swallowed. I wanted it so bad, whether we were official or not, and I was going to do everything I could to make this, whatever it was, work.

"I'm not gonna date, fuck or even see anyone else." she added. "Just you. I sort of expect the same from you although I can't force you but... if you decide you don't want to be exclusive I want to know who you... who else you're gonna have sex with, please? I'm honestly just scared of what an official relationship will do to us. The girlfriend and boyfriend title is just.. too big for me. For now." she paused. "Okay?"

"Okay." I whispered, nodding but feeling like shit.

She slipped her fingers in my hair and pressed her lips gently against mine.

"I love you." she murmured before kissing my cheekbone. "I love you." she repeated, kissing my jaw. "So fucking much." Her lips brushed against my neck. "More than anything." She went back to my lips. "I'm in love with you." I closed my eyes as she peppered kisses slowly and gently on my face and neck until my shoulders fell and I relaxed.

I felt her bring water over my shoulders again and she let her hands run on my chest, moving up on her knees. I kept my eyes closed until I heard a whimper escaping her lips and when I opened my eyes again, she was biting her bottom lip. I wanted to tell her that the song I had written was about marriage and that all I could think about since we went to that stupid wedding was how bad I wanted her to be my wife. It was ridiculous, knowing that I was not 100% in the relationship when we dated and that I was now in this 150% and we weren't even dating. I couldn't tell her that, though. Not after she had just told me she didn't want pressure and stress. Not after she had told me that she needed time and that she was not ready. But the words got stuck in my throat and I swallowed them hard.

"You okay?"

"Mmhm." I just replied, bringing one of my hands between her legs as I stared in her eyes.

She stiffened and finally bit her bottom lip as I slipped two fingers inside her, moving them in a fair rhythm and make her hips jerk slightly. I knew we were having a serious conversation but I was on the verge of spilling all my thoughts and feelings to her and I had no idea how to stop myself from doing that except by making her cum. I brought my thumb to her clit and stared at her seriously as her lips parted.

"Niall, I think we should wait until we get out of t-the bath." she let out in a mix of whimper and whisper. "I bought something special, just for you."

"Tomorrow. Today I'm just gonna watch you fuck yourself on my fingers." I argued as I kept brushing her clit with my thumb. Then I'm gonna finish my beer, I'll kiss you, wrap a towel around you and bring you in bed, and we'll talk in the dark the way we used to always do."

She reached for my wrist and stopped me for a few seconds. "Are you gonna sing something to me?"

I breathed in and nodded. "Any song you want. As many times as you want."

It took her a few seconds to nod and I reached for her hand, moving it away from my wrist as I started rubbing her clit again. "Come on, pet, do it now."

She started moving slowly up and down on my fingers and after a few minutes, I could feel her throb around me. The sight was amazing but I couldn't help myself and wrapped my free arm around her to bring her breasts close to my face. I ran my tongue on one of her nipples before sucking on it as she let out a louder moan. She started shaking and I felt her pussy clench around my fingers. I looked down at my fingers disappearing inside her and groaned low.

"Fuck I love your pretty little fanny. So fucking wet all the fucking time."

She started shaking and watching her body quiver from an orgasm was the most incredibly hot thing I have ever seen in my life. She came down from her high and I took my fingers out before she sat back on me and her mouth found mine again.

"You didn't tell me." she whispered, kissing me hard again. "Are you gonna see other girls while we're away? You're going to meet a few on tour..."

I grabbed her waist and pulled her away to look into her eyes and I could read in hers that she felt bad for asking me, almost scared of my answer. I wished she knew how I felt. I wished she knew I wouldn't do anything that could risk hurting her again, and I knew that just telling her wouldn't mean she'd believe me.

"You're all I think about. You're all I care about. Nothing feels good without you. I told you. That year without you was the most miserable of my entire life, Olivia. I have no desire to be with anyone else. So no, I'm not gonna see anyone. I'm not gonna kiss anyone. I'm not gonna fuck anyone. I'm not even going to flirt with anyone because I just don't give a fuck about anyone else."

"This is gonna work." she whispered, trying to convince both of us. "This distance thing I mean. We'll do it right."

"We will." I confirmed with a smile. "And every single night, I'm gonna sing about you."

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A New World Chapter 4: Entangled Schedules

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As Lisa played the familiar song, the bass line melding with the guitar, she remembered how great it felt when the whole band was in sync. Song I Am, which had once been new, now felt familiar, like coming home. The drums carried the beat, the guitar supported it, the piano flitted under their sound, the vocals rang clearly, and the bass glued them all together.

It had been a while, far too long in Lisa’s opinion, since the band had been able to practice all together like this. Ever since the school year started, with four of the members at university, they had been struggling to meet for rehearsal.

First, their class schedules were all vastly different from each other. They didn’t only have class before 3:00 pm, like they did in high school and they all attended class in different parts of the city. In addition, they had a lot of homework, additional practice, and other events outside of classes. Rinko had already missed a couple rehearsals to practice for school, with Sayo missing one as well for a late scheduled class session. With their constantly changing schedules, trying to schedule new practices was an ongoing struggle.

Today though, on this glorious Sunday, the whole band was able to make it. Yukina had a meeting thirty minutes after rehearsal ended, but that didn’t matter. They were all there.

Lisa looked to her left, where Yukina stood at the mic stand. She sang as she always did, with power and control. Past her, Lisa could see Sayo. She was almost smiling, looking more content than she usually did.

They were almost at the end of their rehearsal time, after practicing quite a few of their songs. As they finished Song I Am, Yukina turned back towards the band. She nodded once, acknowledging how well they had played. Despite not rehearsing for a while, they were still the best.

“Are there any others you want to run through?” Lisa asked, drawing the others’ attention to her. They could probably squeeze one more song in, though that would be cutting their end time close.

“No, I think we’re done for today.” Yukina replied, turning to look at Sayo for confirmation.

Sayo nodded a couple times, “Yes, this has been sufficient.” In the back, Rinko stuttered out an agreement.

With that verdict, the band started to pack up. Lisa stowed her bass and zipped the case up, leaving it on the ground for a minute.

Before the band could head out, there was something they still needed to do. Lisa called for their attention again once they had all put their instruments away.

“I’m still working on scheduling rehearsal for next week.” She said, noting the shift in Sayo’s expression. She was frowning now, clearly displeased. Rinko looked nervous too. “I’m thinking about Wednesday in the afternoon, around 4:00. Does that work for you?” She glanced from person to person, already knowing from their expressions that it wouldn’t.

“I have to be on campus that afternoon.” Yukina said, crossing her arms. “Can we do it later?”

“I’ll need to talk to the studio, but yeah probably.” Lisa pulled out her phone to look at her calendar. “Wait, I have to work that night.” So no, they couldn’t practice then.

“Hmm.” Yukina brought a hand up to her chin. Next to her, Sayo had her phone out as well.

“What about Friday afternoon?” Sayo asked, still with her eyes on her phone.

This time it was Rinko who objected. “I-I have classes then.” She looked sheepish, like she regretted saying it.

The mood in the studio, which had been high before, felt like it had plummeted. The new semester had barely started, but they were already having so much trouble planning rehearsals. It used to be so easy, at the same time in the afternoon, but now there always seemed to be a least one member who was busy.

Roselia couldn’t go a whole week without practicing. “Maybe Friday evening instead.” Lisa offered, since she knew none of them had classes in the evening. “I’ll talk to the studio and see what’s available.” She glanced around at each member, waiting for an objection. This time, none came.

“Thank you, Lisa.” Yukina sounded relieved, since for once they all seemed to be available.

With that decided, the band was able to disperse. Lisa made sure she had all of her belongings as they left the practice studio together.

As they neared the front of Circle, she broke away from the group to talk with Marina. The woman was behind the counter as usual, supervising the studio.

“How was your rehearsal today?” Marina asked as Lisa approached, a beaming smile on her face as usual. Ako, Rinko, and Sayo proceeded out of the studio while Lisa talked with her. Yukina stopped near the door, turned so she could watch as Lisa bargained for a time slot.

Lisa lifted one hand in a small shooing gesture for Yukina to leave, so she wouldn’t be late for her meeting. Yukina didn’t budge.

“Pretty good!” Lisa gave up on Yukina, turned back towards Marina, and smiled, trying to cheer herself back up. The actual rehearsal part had gone quite well. “Do you have a studio available for Friday night?”

Marina looked at her computer, typing something on the keyboard. “Let me see.” She said, clicking her mouse a few times. “Hmm, the latest I can do is 3:00.”

Lisa’s mood collapsed back down, like a deflating balloon. “Nothing after 5:00?” She asked, just to make sure.

Marina shook her head. “No, but I have some openings on Saturday, at 11:00 am and 4:00 pm.”

Lisa fought back a sigh, not wanting to show her disappointment. “I’ll talk to the band.”

“Alright, have a nice evening!” Marina waved enthusiastically, which Lisa returned with about half the energy. She said goodbye and then turned to walk towards the exit.

Yukina still lingered there, her lips turned in a slight frown. “Saturday might be tough.” She said as Lisa reached her, moving to walk together out the door.

“Yeah, we’ll make it work though.” Lisa replied, far more optimistically than she felt.

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Lisa wasn’t sure how she was going to make this schedule work.

It was Monday now, and she was on campus for the day. She had a class in the morning, then a couple hour gap before her next one. During that time, she walked to the cafeteria to get some food and to tackle to problem of Roselia’s practice schedule.

She sat alone at a table for four, with just her thoughts for company. Thinking about it like this didn’t make it any easier to fix.

No, all it did was remind her that between the five of them, there was very little time available for practice. They all seemed to have overlap issues. This was just for rehearsal; she hadn’t even dealt with performances yet.

Lisa pondered it as she ate her lunch, how she should proceed.

The first thing she needed was to be able to see the schedule easier. Right now, each member was chiming in when they couldn’t make a practice. This was okay in the short term, but it wasn’t sustainable for long term planning.

The events of yesterday’s rehearsal had shown her that. If they waited too long, the few open slots they had could be unavailable at the studio.

Maybe some kind of central calendar could work? Lisa used a calendar app on her phone to keep track of her own schedule, but perhaps one could be created that stored the availability of the whole band.

Ooh, now that was an idea. It might not fix the problem, but at least it would streamline it. Lisa clicked into her calendar to see if she could create something like that. Her head was down, so she didn’t notice someone approaching.

“Lisa-chii!” A familiar voice called from right next to her, far louder than necessary at that distance. “Long time no see!”

Lisa looked up, locking eyes with vibrant green ones. “Hey Hina,” she acknowledged the other student with a smile.

Hina was attending the same school as Lisa, in the same program. They didn’t have any classes together, since the program was quite large. As first year students though, they both took the same courses. They had already walked past each other once since the semester started, but hadn’t spent any time talking.

“Mind if I join you?” Hina asked, more politely than she usually would.

“Please do.” Lisa gestured towards the empty seats at her table.

Hina beamed as she claimed the chair across from Lisa, placing her cup and plate down on the table. “I’m starving!” She declared as she quickly started eating her food.

“A lot of classes this morning?” Lisa engaged her in conversation, rather than continue to dwell on her scheduling problems.

“Yup, and Pasupare practice.” Hina replied between bites. She carried the same frenetic energy she always did.

Her words surprised Lisa. “You practiced in the morning?”

“Ever since uni started.” Hina now twirled her utensil in her hand.

So Roselia wasn’t the only band having issues with schedules. “I see.” Lisa replied simply, wondering how morning practices would look if Roselia tried them. She immediately dismissed that idea; Ako needed her sleep for high school.

“Aya-chan’s so funny in the morning.” Hina grinned, like she was on the inside of a joke nobody else understood. “She’s so cute and sleepy.”

Lisa wondered how funny that could possibly be, but she wasn’t going to question it. “Roselia practiced yesterday, but it’s been hard finding time when everyone’s free.” She couldn’t help but grimace.

“Onee-chan told me about that.” Hina nodded firmly. “She seems hmm, not very boppin’ lately.” She lifted a finger to her cheek as she spoke, as if she was searching for the right words.

Sayo had seemed fine at rehearsal, happy even, though that made sense if the problem was rehearsals being cancelled. Lisa thought she should check in on her. “How has Pasupare been dealing with it?” Like Roselia, most of Pasupare’s members had graduated. They must’ve had equivalent or greater scheduling issues.

Hina thought about it for a moment, taking another big bite of her food. “It’s always been like this.” She tilted her head. “Chisato-chan, Aya-chan, Eve-chan, and Maya-chan are always suuuuper busy. Now they’re just busier in the evening, so we mixed it around.” She swirled one finger in the air to represent the change.

That was kind of vague, but Lisa understood what she was saying. They were working around the new scheduling problems by practicing early in the morning.

“Chisato-chan couldn’t even practice today.” Hina took the last bite of her lunch. “The drama she’s recording had the same idea and snatched her away.”

That was interesting. “So, you practiced without her?” Roselia didn’t really do that, rehearse without one of their band members. Yukina preferred to cancel and reschedule practice, if she had enough notice.

Now Hina was guzzling down her drink. “Yup! That happens a lot.” She held the half full cup in her hand. “Our manager says it’s better to practice with four than not at all.”

That could be something Lisa could use. She remembered the day before, how a different member had issues with different time slots. If they’d been willing to rehearse with four instead of five, then they could’ve scheduled multiple rehearsals. As it was, the time slot needed was already full and they had nothing planned.

“That helps Hina, thanks.”

Hina finished her drink and practically slammed the cup down onto the table. “No problem!” Now that she was done eating, she leaned down to unzip her bag. “While I’m here, did you do the lab report yet for science?”

As Hina pulled out a binder full of paper, Lisa realized the true reason she’d wanted to eat with her. Even though they didn’t have any classes together, they were still taking the same courses. That meant very similar assignments.

Lisa humored her and looked at her lab, offering a couple tips and corrections. It was the least she could do, since Hina helped with her band problems.

Lisa needed to take those ideas, her own and the ones from Hina, and form them into some kind of a plan.

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This was the last question on the lab report. This familiar report was the one Lisa had helped Hina with during lunch. She had most of it finished already, but needed to add the final touches. It was due in a couple days, which meant it needed to be done soon.

When Lisa got home from campus, she sat down to finish it. This took a while, but by dinner time she was almost done.

After dinner, she finished the last question. Science in university was only a bit harder than science in high school had been, at least so far that was the case. Once the assignment was complete, she could move on to the task that had been haunting her all day.

Roselia’s practice schedule loomed over her.

Lisa started by picking a tool for creating a combined schedule. She decided to call it the master schedule, since it would hold everyone’s information.

That was something she needed for sure, to be able to see when everyone was busy. The calendar app she used on her phone would work, as long as she made a separate account to house the master schedule.

She started the new account by adding her own classes and work shifts to it.

Once Lisa had finished adding her schedule on the account, she copied the link to the schedule and texted it out in the Roselia group text.

“Hey everyone, please fill in your schedule at this link. Mark any time you can’t practice.”

Sayo responded quickly. “This is an excellent idea.” She added a thumbs up emoji after it.

“I’ll add to it now (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧” Rinko soon followed.

Next was Ako. “Can the background be made darker?” Lisa didn’t know how to do that, so she said no.

Yukina’s message came last. “Good work, Lisa.” The simple message brought a smile to Lisa’s face.

She clicked back to the calendar to see what had been added. Now, instead of just her own classes, it was full of classes, rehearsals, and study sessions from her bandmates.

As she expected, there was very little free time to spare. Almost any time that they used to rehearse was filled with a college course or rehearsal time. Evenings rarely had all members available. Friday night was free, but Lisa already knew that the studio was booked that night.

Saturday, which Lisa had hoped would be a good day, was littered with events.

There were plenty of slots where only one member was busy, which was always a different member. Sayo and Yukina had some late practices, Rinko had classes that ran later than the others, Ako was busy during the entire high school day, and Lisa couldn’t forget her very own work schedule and heavy load of coursework.

The next step could be to schedule them for four person rehearsals, just to keep the band practicing often. The longer Lisa pondered it, the surer she was that that was the best way forward. They needed to practice regularly, whether that be with four or five members.

She couldn’t make the decision alone though.

Lisa left the calendar app, going to dial a number instead. The number she dialed was one she knew by heart, one that held a strong grip on her.

The line rang a couple times, before being answered.

“Lisa?” Through the phone, Yukina’s voice sounded fuzzy.

“Hey Yukina.” Lisa wondered how her own voice sounded, as it bounced away to a radio tower and back to a spot less than fifty feet away. “Do you have a minute?”

“Yes, of course.” Yukina sounded tense.

“Everyone added their classes to the calendar.” Lisa started there, with what had been done. “And I’ve been looking at it.”

“I am too.” Yukina replied, with a slight shuffling sound on her end of the line. “Saturday doesn’t look like it’s going to work.” Disappointment was easy to hear in her tone.

“Right, about that…” Lisa wasn’t sure how to say this, wasn’t sure how Yukina was going to react. “I’ve been thinking, if there’s a week when we can’t get everyone together then, maybe we should schedule four person rehearsals.”

For a long, stifling, unbearable moment, there was silence from the other end of the line.

“Do you think that’s best for Roselia?” The words, which in the wrong tone could’ve been an accusation, were instead spoken softly. It felt like an honest question, like Yukina really wanted to know what she thought.

Lisa had already decided on her answer. “I do, yes.” She said the words firmly.

“Go ahead then, I trust your decision.” There was no pause before those words. Though fuzzy, Yukina spoke with certainty.

Lisa’s heart, which had been behaving normally today, reacted strongly to those words. “I’ll try to schedule the next one tonight.” She managed to respond in a normal fashion.

“Alright. Talk to you later.”

“Bye.”

Lisa hit the button to hang up the call, setting the phone on the table. She took a deep breath, playing Yukina’s words again in her mind.

Yukina trusted her to do this right, to do what was best for the band.

Lisa wasn’t going to let her down. She picked her phone back up, with a silent apology to Rinko, and dialed the number for Circle.

She hoped the Friday afternoon slot was still available.

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End Note: Had to whip out the old suffix chart for this. Here’s the link if you’re interested in seeing it: https://imgur.com/4ezEq7f

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#bang dream fanfiction #lisayuki #yukilisa #bandori fanfiction #imai lisa #minato yukina #flip writes #this wasn't supposed to be as yukilisa as it is #my bad #but also #i'm not sorry

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artificialqueens · 4 years

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Time is an illusion, but one that means a lot (Gigi/Jackie) - Thorpe

A/N: Another fic I wrote at 4 a.m. and, actually, it might be my new favourite one. Thank you to my lovely beta, Freyja, for having the patience for my whining and teaching me about time. But a girl has to have a moral spine, so it’s 9.30 and not 9:30, and the English language can suck it.

Summary: Gigi couldn’t care less about the passage of time, but Jackie cares a lot, and they’re in love, so Gigi is trying. Very domestic. Very fluffy.

Gigi barely has any concept of time. If it wasn’t for Jackie, they’d be running late on every other occasion, and that would probably be the only consistency the world could count on when it came to them. Thankfully, there’s Jackie, and it’s the consistency they’re very pleased to lean on. There’s Jackie, with his primness and properness and professionalism, and enough patience to share all of that. He’s making Gigi more mindful of the passage of time - well, he’s trying to. And Gigi knows that actions are more efficient than words when they want to make sure Jackie feels appreciated, so they’re trying, too.

They learn that between 2 and 3 a.m. Jackie is kind and patient, but above all - he’s steady on his legs when Gigi’s own get wobbly. “Careful, baby Geeg,” he says, alongside a playful jab about needing to go to the gym more if Gigi insists on being the lightweight between the two of them. Half-past Jackie is always more than o’clock Jackie, so in the early morning hours racing with dawn he’s caring and doting and adorably standing in the doorway, trying to gauge if there are more pillows needed or less pillows needed. In Gigi’s opinion, the only thing needed is him by their side, but that gets fixed pretty fast usually.

If a 4 a.m. Jackie is missing, that’s okay. His side of bed is still warm, the coaster on his bedside table is empty, and the duvet is crumpled in an inviting way that speaks of temporarity. Not even a deviation from the norm - just a lapse that neither of them will remember in the morning. Sometimes they put an effort into staying awake until Jackie is back, a glass half filled with water in hand and lips still slightly wet when he finds his favourite place on Gigi’s head. Most of the time Gigi fails, but they still wake up in each other’s arms, so no one’s complaining, really. But if a 5 a.m. Jackie is missing, that means trouble. It makes Gigi jerk awake and fumble with the covers. There’s cold air against their shins, which makes them grimace, and smell of smoke, which makes them frown, and there’s a single source of light coming from the tip of Jackie’s cigarette, which makes them sigh and go to embrace Jackie from behind, and stay like that until he’s ready to talk. But they still prefer that to the nights when there’s no cold air and no smoke, and what they follow are the faint sounds of crying coming from the couch.

Neither of them is a morning bird. Well, that’s a stretch, and the price of trading “I” for “we” - Jackie used to be a morning bird, but he’s been enjoying it vastly less since he started associating sleeping in with waking up to Gigi’s lazy smiles. (Gigi has never been a morning bird, never aspired to be one, even, so they’re yet to find out what a 6 a.m. Jackie is like.) A 7 a.m. version of Jackie gets shushed and coaxed into laying back down with clumsy kisses and caresses. To be honest, Gigi isn’t that sure of what the most effective strategy is, because who can be sure of anything at 7 a.m., but they’re clearly doing something right, because it works.

An 8 a.m. Jackie is a bit more assertive. He gets too hot under the sheets and another body, and he’s already checked his calendar, which serves as a good motivation. Gigi tries to draw it out. After all, a half-past Jackie is more than an o’clock Jackie, and his favourite tactics usually contain Gigi’s blood rushing south, Jackie’s lips following with just a kiss and a half of a delay. On a good day, 9 a.m. Jackie will be communicating in moans and “yes, right the- ah, oh my god, so fucking good, Gig”. And don’t get them started on a 9.30 Jackie in the shower - on the good days, of course. The best of them.

10 a.m. Jackie seems a few hours ahead of Gigi. Or weeks. He gets pragmatic - he has his mailbox checked and his phone in hand, on a call with his agent. He’s also left Gigi their coffee on the table, and they’re slowly sipping it, following the Canadian with their eyes, wondering when did he manage to make it and whether it was before or after he got dressed. Again, no concept of time, but they’re trying. They get breakfast ready, because Jackie may be teaching them to put on a handwatch like perfumes and Instagram filters, but they’re the one teaching him to let seconds pass under the radar and find the time for himself between the minutes passing in quiet, little steps. Make it instead of minding it. Still, those are the good days.

Usually, good days are exactly the ones they’re having, but building a life together is more complicated than maths prepares you for, and one plus one equals something weirdly shaped when it’s four arms and four legs and two hearts and an unspecified integer number of quirks and habits, and it’s never odd, but making it even is not always the easiest task. So sometimes those other days happen as well. Perhaps they would happen less if Gigi could say how much the good ones mean, but there are only so many things they can be doing simultaneously, so they pick up on the restlessness that comes with quarters to, and balancing on that delicate perimeter takes up enough attention to push holding an actual conversation out of the focus.

The restlessness is always there, buzzing under his skin, making Jackie almost vibrate as he’s responding in hums while checking if he took everything he’s going to need before leaving. It’s quieter in the mornings, unless it’s almost 11 and Jan is late to their brunch. But mostly it’s quieter, and Gigi knows that it’ll come out as purring when he makes Jackie’s tea just like he likes it quarter to breakfast, and also that a seismograph would go crazy if it was next to Jackie when his call time is in fifteen, and the staff of the venue still don’t know how to play his music. They’re figuring out how to push the right buttons, taking notice of the way Jackie’s fingers start tapping to the rhythm of the song he’s performing that night and handing him the razor, because, apparently, it’s time to shave, feeling all smug at the surprised, but impressed look they get. But it comes with time, like everything else, and that is the tricky part, obviously.

A 12 o’clock Jackie is a delight. Corny and witty, making smart word plays and stupid puns, and always winning their playful arguments. Gigi adores him for that, even when they pretend they don’t. He’s charming and gleeful on Cameo, and it’s clear as day why everyone loves him, even though he himself has no idea. Gigi tells him sometimes, tries to explain, and he gets flustered. It’s adorable. They’re absolutely gone for Jackie, and at 12 it feels like too much, but in a good way. If they could, they would hold him tight in their arms and cover his face in kisses and play with his hair and just keep him close and never let go. They can’t, clearly, but Jackie is usually in a good mood at noon, and so they get away with a lot.

Afternoon Jackie is still a blur. Gigi does their best at dissecting that, but it’s a work in progress. They entertain the idea that they could take a year, two, five, or ten from now, and they’d still have plenty of time to put the pieces in order. Gigi may not have much of a concept of time, but they’ve always had a clear idea when it came to what they wanted, and it’s that they get it. There are no serious promises yet and betting on stars offers only so much certainly, but they know they want Jackie, and that’s something he is very willing to give. So they take it slow, unraveling Jackie. So far they’ve discovered that when they get jealous of Jackie’s attention at 4 p.m., he’s merciless. He teases Gigi and makes them worked up, only to leave them flushed and with lips bitten, because it would kill Jackie to be late, even though it kills Gigi in the process. But then again, they guess it’s less 4 p.m., and more Jackie in general, in his devastatingly hot ways. Alright, maybe Gigi being inhumanly gone for Jackie is less of an hour thing as well.

But his favourite Jackie is an evening Jackie. It’s 6 p.m. or 7 p.m. or 8 p.m. and he’s on the stage, loving every second of it. The crowd eats it up - it always does - and throws banknotes at him almost as effectively as Gigi. Sometimes he’s with Chelsea, sometimes with Brita, sometimes by himself, but he’s always beaming, and it makes Gigi’s heart soar. They love performing, they do, but the more time they spend with Jackie, the more they realise nothing can match the way their head spins when Jackie gets off the stage and kisses them, hard and fast, like adrenaline and sweat. They know they’re being petty, but on the nights their gigs overlap they always pout and groan that the tips better make it up to them. Gigi makes good money in clubs, but they’re yet to find out what amount of tips makes missing out on Jackie’s show worth it. They are being petty, but Jackie laughs and understands, and sometimes he can’t make it at 9 p.m., but he gets there at half past, so he’s even more encouraging, and his eyes don’t ever leave Gigi’s body for a second. A 10 p.m. Jackie is fun, chatting with his friends, his arm firmly planted around Gigi’s waist, and if it disappears, it’s never for long. An 11 p.m. Jackie starts making aunt jokes, but he really would prefer to be on his way to their bed by now. Gigi squeezes his hand and goes around saying his goodbyes, even though Jackie assures them they don’t have to. Gigi just nods and kisses him sweetly - mind already made up - sometimes adding an exaggerated, breathy plea for Jackie to take them home. And a wink, just for a good measure.

They get home at midnight, and a 12 a.m. Jackie is as much of a cuddlebug as Gigi is in the mornings. They love it. They rush through their skincare routine, maybe skipping a step on their way, but it’s easy to excuse when as soon as they get into the bed, they’re pulled into Jackie’s arms, their legs tangling together and goodnight kisses tasting of toothpaste. Then he’s out like a light, leaving Gigi to drift away to the sound of his deep breathing. They drag the tips of their nails over Jackie’s skin, thinking of the nights Jackie doesn’t come to see him, but insist to wait for them either way, and Gigi stumbles home at 1 in the morning to find him snoring on the couch. They chuckle and make sure to take their heels off before attempting to carry Jackie to bed, because if anything - they learn from their mistakes. They’re getting better at that, but Jackie’s never woken up either way. He’s dead to the world, so he doesn’t know that after he’s snuggled up under their duvet, Gigi lays next to him and waits until their eyes get used to the darkness, so that they can trace the strands of his hair falling onto his forehead, the delicate movements of his eyelids, his cheekbones, nose, and strong jaw. His slightly opened lips. Adorable.

A 1 a.m. Gigi is in love, but that’s definitely not an hour thing.

#rpdr fanfiction #gigi goode #jackie cox #gigi x jackie #fluff #domestic fluff #thorpe #concrit welcome #submission #s12

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thatcanadianfangirl · 5 years

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October Fall|Cody Christian

StoryLine: Cody and you have been dating for awhile, and you know he’s keeping a hefty secret from you. The whole weekend turns into a fall date at the end all is revealed after Cody knows there’s a threat after you.

Warnings: If you aren’t above the age of 14 then you probably shouldn't be reading my content. Werewolves and vampires.

word count: 4.9k

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Randall pulled on his leash as the wind started to pick up, blowing the colourful leaves in every which direction. I tightened my jacket around me as I felt a little uneasy, as if someone was watching me. The pitter patter of my Siberian Husky’s paws had calmed me a little bit, but the feeling still lingered.

My phone dinged, echoing through the street. Fishing it out of my pocket, I instantly smiled seeing Cody’s name.

“Can’t wait to see you later X”

I smiled knowing he was busy with ‘work’, well that’s what he liked to call it anyways. He’d go hours even days without stopping by, Honestly I didn't mind it too much. He needed space to do his own thing, I respected that. It also gave me time to focus on myself and Randall.

Cody has done it since we’ve met back in high school. Now I’m in my second year of college. Sure I’ve wondered if he was out with someone else, but he’s never gave me a reason to doubt his loyalty.

“Me Either, Sabrina?”

‘The Chilling Adventures Of Sabrina’ Was the perfect TV show to watch as Halloween was coming up soon. Puts you right in the mood for October.

‘Couldn't of picked anything better myself.’

He replied fast, one of the reasons why I loved that man.

All the way home I had that same eerie feeling that someone was watching me. Like they never stopped watching, I might just be freaking myself out ‘cause of the weird and creepy Halloween vibe I keep getting.

As soon as I walked into my apartment I took Randall’s collar off and hung it up with his matching leash. I took off my jacket and flicked most of the lights on, I could feel a draft of wind coming from somewhere in the house.

I scurried around the apartment looking for the open window. Confused because I know for a fact that I locked every window before I left this morning for school. Randall followed me like a shadow as if it were his life’s mission, nothing knew.

The cold air was becoming stronger as I continued to approach the bathroom. Flicking on the light I was surprised to see the window above the shower to be unlocked and open. Goosebumps rose as my temperature levelled down.

Maybe I forgot to lock it last night after my shower, although I clearly remember that I did. I mean I usually do especially since it’s getting closer to the colder months now. Maybe Cody left it open when he saw me last night, That what I told myself as I closed the window to keep my mind at ease.

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The smell of the Pillsbury Pumpkin cookies Baking in the oven spread through out the apartment. Randall laid in front of it, resting his head on his crossed paws. Sitting at my round marble table I was writing up an essay for one of my college classes, couldn't remember which one it was for exactly.

Glancing at Randall again, bathing in the light of the oven. He most likely felt the warmth of those cookies, dreaming of eating them all. “You just think those Cookies are for you, don’t you?” I ask him teasingly.

He picked up his head, tilting his head to the side. One ear high and mighty like a wolf and the other flopping like the sweet little puppy dog he is. “Too bad you only get one and the rest are for me and Cody.”

At the mention of Cody he propped his head on the floor again. Randall never seemed to like Cody. Always a little stand offish towards him and not to mention he loves human attention, just not from him. It’s a little strange.

Finishing up my essay I saved it, I’ll proof read it on Sunday since it’s only Friday and it’s due Monday morning. Closing my lap top shut, the oven beeped just in time Before Cody got here, he had said he was on his way 5 minutes ago. A text and never a call, which I didn’t mind but it was weird, we’ve been dating for awhile now.

I pulled the cookies out after I turned the oven off. Randall was already on his feet as I put the cookie sheet atop the stove to let them cool. “Someone’s a little too excited for cookies since you get peanut butter ones every Saturday.” He wags his tail at my comment as his drool his the floor.

I roll my eyes at him before making my way to my room, he trailed behind me as if he was my personal body guard. Randall instantly jumped onto my bed, laying into a safe and protected ball.

Setting my phone up to my blue tooth speaker I started to dress into something comfy. Tempo by Lizzo started playing and I couldn’t resist it.

‘I've been waiting for this one’

‘turn it up’

I sang along with the song, it was one of those songs that put you in a good mood. It gave you the power of confidence, to feel good about yourself enough to make you happy.

It didn’t take me long before I began dancing and screaming the lyrics to Randall. He didn’t mind it this time because he didn't get up and leave me like he has done before.This was the time to be myself and get wild, I don’t get to do it often but damn I should. It’s so much fun.

‘Slow songs, they for skinny hoes’

‘Can’t move all of this here with one of those’

‘I’m a thick bitch, I need tempo’

‘fuck it up to the tempo’

I wonder if my neighbours got bored of my dance sessions, I know I didn’t because I got lost in the way the beat moves me. They never complained about it, although they might call animal control. I defiantly sounded like a dying cat.

The song was ending and Randall kept his eyes on me. Probably snickering inside his head at how ridiculous I looked dancing the way I was. He was my number one supported I didn't care.

“Mmm, that’s my future wife..” I heard my boyfriend’s sly voice say behind me. I jumped a little shocked by his arrival, I turned around and there he was leaning against the door frame. His arms crossed as he visibly checked me out. His green eyes sparkled as a pink smirk appeared on his lips. The ones that I missed kissing every chance I got.

“Shut up.” I said teasingly making my way towards Cody as my phone continued to play songs. He chuckle, “..Of course it is, she’s such a dork.” He finishes letting his hands rest on my hips, squeezing them firmly before he leans down and kisses me. I gave him a smirk, “Actually I think me and Randall need a night to ourselves, to watch Sabrina and devour those cookies in the kitchen.” I tease.

Randall barks at the mention of his name. Cody’s expression changed from Cocky to Playful shock as I stepped away from him and sat on the bed with the Husky. He stared at the man in front of us as if he was challenging him to come closer.

They shared a look, it was concerning. It was almost as if they were actually challenging each other. It could of been a trick of the eye but I swear Cody’s eyes flashed red. Randall lowered his head to the bed like he had lost.

I shook my head lightly blinking, I didn't mention it trying to distract myself with scattered thoughts.

“Alright fine, I guess that pumpkin spice latte on the coffee table is fine.” Cody says retrieving down the hall-way as if nothing happened.

Could of been the reflection of a car driving down the street. That weird stare must of been Cody admiring Randall or thinking of a come back to say. I pushed the eerie thoughts down, ignoring them for now.

“From Starbucks?” I asked innocently still sitting on my bed as Randall trailed Cody and leaving me alone. Rude.

“You know it Baby-girl...”

Boy does this man ever have a hold of my heart.

“...But you’d rather watch Netflix with your dog...Oh cookies.”

And he lost it.

I began to scurry down the hallway, past the living room and stopping to see that it was already set up for our Netflix date. My heart melted, Sabrina was paused on the TV, Blankets thrown on the couch, fall candles lit making the room smell amazing. The LED lights around the room were a bright orange, set for the Halloween vibe my boyfriend created.

“Cody I...It’s perfect.” I spoke breathlessly.

“Come squeeze in with us.” He says gently, using his arm to motion me over. I smiled at him knowing he was talking about both of my favourite boys.Taking a seat in between them, Cody wrapped his arm around my waist pulling me into him. Randall being on the other side of me rested his head on my thigh and let out a breathy huff.

On the coffee table sat the Halloween cookies, a bowl of popcorn, as well as two Starbucks lattes. I playfully roll my eyes, Cody is such a tease.

“Cody?”

“Yes, babe”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

---

A few episodes into the second seasons we Finished The Lupercalia one. Popcorn bowl as well as the cookie tray were empty with the help of Randall. Who fell asleep an episode or so ago, I don’t think he was one for the demonic.

“We should get to bed soon.” Cody yawns,

“One more episode?” I asked softly, preparing for the rejection. Cody shook his head playfully at me before pushing me off him. “You’re crazy, these episodes are an hour long.” He chuckles before getting off the couch and stretching.

“Your point is?” I asked, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes. He comes closer squeezing between my legs, He’s quiet as he lowers his face to mine, giving me a soft and sweet kiss. “My point is my girlfriend is a psychopath.” He smirks at me, I roll my eyes at him, what a tease.

“Please?” I whine as I look up at him.

“Okay I’ll make you a deal.” He has that glint in his eyes like he always does when he’s up to something.

“Shoot.” I say lazily. I knew what he’s going to say, it happens every weekend.

“We go have a little session in the bedroom and then we watching one more episode. I mean you have to energy to watch another so I think you have the energy for something more.” Cody Winks at me with high hopes in his eyes.

“Actually sleeping sounds good.” I Grab the Xbox controller and turn the console off.

“Are you serious?” Cody asks a little anger slipping through his words, “Yes, plus you’ll just wake me up in the middle of the night for it anyways..” I shrug my shoulders as I blow out the candles and turned the tv off. “..So you ending up winning in the end.”

“Alright, works for me.” He says, I laugh at his little mood swing, “Dork” I mumble with a smile.

“What was that, Dork?” he teases holding my hand in his.

“I love you?”

“That’s what I thought”

----

I sat in the passenger seat of Cody's truck, it was a fairly new one with an issue here and there. She still ran good and the AC worked like a charm. He absolutely loves this truck maybe more then me, I mean she was a blue Chevrolet Silverado 1500.

Nothing fancy, but I defiantly loved the look of her. Although she doesn't compare to my green Jeep Wrangler at home. He’s a stick shift and Cody’s happens to be an automatic, always says he likes to play is safe, I call bullshit.

“what are you in the mood for?” Cody asks giving me a quick glance. I stay quiet for a moment thinking deeply about it, damn what i’m I in the mood for?

“Tea or Latte?” He says nudging me playfully.

“Mmm.” I say still deciding.

“Oh there passes Starbucks, looks like it’s tea.” Cody says.

“I wanted tea anyways.” I say passively,

“You're just mad because I didn't give you time to pick.” I look at him and he has this big smirk on his face, I couldn’t be mad a him even if I tried. Cody was too cute.

‘Shut up.’ I manage to say.

-----

It’s not too long before I’m a happy girl with my Pumpkin Spice tea. My whole mood switched as we were on our way to the yearly pumpkin patch. And there sat Cody in the driver’s seat occasionally sipping his basic white boy order, a double double.

“I love how excited you get over tea, it’s so cute.”

“I know.” I say sipping my pumpkin heaven with a smirk.

“You’re something else.” Cody laughed and shakes his head playfully at me before turning the music up, ‘Somebody’ by Keith Urban came on and Me and Cody both started Belting out the lyrics to it.

“And I’m letting go of all my lonely yesterdays”

“I’ve forgiven myself for the mistakes I’ve made”

“Now there’s just one thing”

“The only thing I wanna do”

“I wanna love somebody”

“Love somebody like you”

----

It was a half an hour drive, but it felt like 5 minutes with him. The continuous giggling and mini concerts kept me occupied, plus Cody didn't sound half bad. “Here we are, baby girl.” Cody says catching my hand in his as he guides me to the farm hosting the event.

Surprisingly it was a rather big pumpkin patch. I grew up in a small city where there was only one pumpkin patch in a 100km radius, a good bunch of animals to feed, but the pumpkins were some what good to take home.

This one had plenty of animals to feed, a corn maze, Horse back riding, and Halloween approved pumpkins. There were at least 5 patches like this in a 100km radius, It was perfect.

The one down side was the is was $25.00 per person, but we were willing to make that sacrifice. It was October of course.

Even though I really wanted to take a horse down one of the trails I held myself back. Cody was scared of horses, terrified if you will. He had said and I quote “Horses are powerful animals and they could kill you if they wanted to”

Sure that might be true, but horses were these beautiful gentle animals. But I respected his opinion because I loved him, I didn't think it was silly because it was ‘his’ perspective of them.

“Babe just hold the cup out enough for them to reach the feed.” I say pulling his hand towards the grey baby goat.

“He’s gunna bite me.” Cody says urgently dropping the cup in the pen and pulling his hand out of my grip. I laugh at his reaction, “You’re being ridiculous right now, it’s a baby goat.” I say shaking my head at him teasingly.

“Then you do it!” He steps away from the wooden fence and crosses his arms. Forearms flexing through his black sweater, Jesus Christ my boyfriend was hot. Just give me a few minutes to admire him, his eyes, his hair, his lips, not to mention his body structure...

Reaching for the cup the baby goat got on his legs and started towards me. I dumped the contents onto my palm and shoved the paper cup in my back pocket. Holding my hand out the goat ate the feed, it tickled a little with it’s mouth rubbing against my hand.

Finishing, the baby goat looked at me as if it was asking for more. Soon it let out a ‘Mehhe’ and walked on back to the spot it was previously in. Wiping my hands on the back of my pants I looked back at Cody, “See nothing to be scared of.” I smirk at him teasing a little bit.

“Says the animal lover, I’m going to the bathroom.” He says passively, I playfully roll my eyes at him. Cody was being dramatic, he got like that sometimes. I usually let him blow of the little steam he had and he’d be perfectly fine when I see him again.

I continued down the fence line seeing the rest of the farm animals. I ran out of my own feeding mix awhile ago or I’d be giving some here and there. Cody’s was left over because he was too scared to use his. He kept saying he was leaving it for the baby goats, but he was hesitant, a white lie to keep me content.

Reaching the rabbits I instantly fell in-love with the ocean of fluffy cuteness. Crouching down sticking my arm through the fence gap as I called for one. A black one with beautiful floppy ears began to hop towards.

Smiling as it’s nose twitched against my hand. Soon the energy changed around me as I felt a dark presence beside me on the left. It made me freeze with aching nerves as my heart started to pound in my ears.

“Cute aren’t they?” Their voice was sly and masculine sending goosebumps along my whole body. The eerie feeling I pushed down erupted to the surface, but I needed to stay calm. Show him I wasn’t frightened, I was beyond that.

Slowly I turned to him and got on my feet, stay calm I kept telling myself. I smiled up at him, “They are, I wouldn't mind having one myself.” I say with fake confidence as I stuffed my hands in the back pockets of my jeans.

He props himself against the fence a few inches closer, I couldn’t step back or he’d notice. “Why don’t you get one?” He furrows his eyebrows in question as my brain spots out how sickly pale his skin appears on this cloudy day. His hair is a raven black and seems to be slicked back with gel. His eyes are a dark brown almost a black, maybe they were black. His body structure was tall and lean, still he intimated me.

“Ah...My boyfriend doesn’t really like small animals, or animals in general.” I shrugged trying to brush off the way I slipped up.

“Understandable, wolves are territorial.” He spoke-

“Babe?” The sound of Cody’s voice immediately soothed me. taking my eyes off the tall man I see my boyfriend approach us, I smiled as he engulfing me into a hug from behind, nuzzling his nose into my neck. How did he know I needed him?

“Who were you talking to?” He asks curious, looking back at the tall guy. My eyes widened in shock, he was no longer there. He was just right here, where did he go? “Just some kids.” I lie with a smile.

Cody looks into my eyes, his holding an intense expression as he asked “Are you sure?” He asked pressing, he knew I was lying, how? I nodded as his eyes noticeably darkened, “Okay.” He says anyways kissing the crown of my head, slipping his fingers in between mine.

“Stay close.” He whispers to me not wanting to bother anybody else with our troubles. I nodded as the energy around us became tense and thick at the information we were both lying to each other. I knew he was hiding something from me, I just didn't know what.

The stiff feeling began to fade as we found comfort in each other’s presences. We both agreed on picking out our pumpkins first before the corn maze. Which happened to be the thing I was most excited for.

Cody kept close not letting me wonder off too far, his structure was slightly stiff and more broader if that was possible. His green eyes stayed a darker shade then his original, I’ve never seen him like this before and I knew something serious was going one.

eventually we picked out pumpkins, I may or may not have taken extra time scoping them out. What can I say, I wanted the perfect pumpkin. We teased each other about whose was better the whole way to his truck. Let’s be real, it was defiantly mine. I told Cody to put them in the backseat, because if I saw a pumpkin unattended I’d take it with no guilt. More pumpkins equalled to even more pumpkin seeds. It was fair game out here.

“Do you really want to go through the maze?” Cody asks, I turn to him raising my eyebrows, “Really?” I asked him as if it wasn't obvious. “Okay.” He chuckles, “You don’t have to get dramatic.” He nudges me.

“I’m not dramatic.” I pout like a child,

“Yes you are, now hold my hand.” he says holding his hand out for me to take.

“Why?”

He rolls his eyes, quickly grabbing my hand and pulling me towards his chest hard. I smirked loving how he got dominant in public. Cody grabs my face firmly and kisses me for a few seconds. “Now will you hold my hand?” He asked.

“Yes.” I say with a giddy smile and laced our fingers together, “There now everyone here knows you're mine.” He says gently.

“God you're cheesy.” I laugh as he finally guides us to the legendary corn maze.

Going through it was suspiciously calm and relaxing. Well except for the kids who were running and laughing through out the maze. Giving it that eerie feeling of the traditional Halloween.

Cody and I were joking around, chasing each other, as well as holding hands. He was relaxed forgetting about our mishap earlier. His eyes were bright and he was smiling ear to ear before he wasn't anymore. Like the flick of switch his protective persona was back.

He stared passed my head, his eyes a dark green again before they became a bright red. Gasping I felt light headed and froze to think, my heart pounding in my chest. Was I dreaming? Because there was no way this was fucking real.

Cody held me tightly against him as if shielding my vision away from what or who was behind me. Adrenaline raced making me confused on what feeling I was currently experiencing.

“An eye for an eye Cody.” The voice was silky, strong, familiar. It hit me like a bus, it belonged to the sickly pale guy from earlier when Cody disappeared to the bathroom. My mind scattered trying to think, what the fuck was happening right now?

Cody’s grip began to tighten on my waist, I knew two things in this very moment. One, this wasn't a fucking dream and it was reality. Two, there was no doubt gunna be a bruise because his grip fucking hurt.

Building up the strength I needed I forced myself out of his grip turning towards the enemy. I trembled at the sight of him, his eyes a pitch black. Several veins under his eyes surfaced, Fangs pinching his bottom lip. He was a fucking Vampire? My mind went on overdrive and my body became weak.

“A strong human you got there.” The words made shivers run down my spine, Cody’s growl was authorised, or at least I think it was a growl. anything could be possible at this point. Wasn't too long before my body got too weak for me to physical hold myself up. Falling to the ground I watched as Cody stepped in front of me. Protecting me from him.

“Alice slaughtered my parents she was fair game.”

“I don’t care what she did, she was the love of my life. Soulmate if I may.” The voices started to muffle and I couldn’t tell which belonged to who.

“You’re a vamp, ruthless of creatures. You wouldn’t know a soulmate even if she hit you in the face.” More muffled words came about, but I couldn’t register them as I began to slip under.

The last thing I remember seeing was Cody turning into a wolf, massive wolf. Fur white as snow when it freshly falls on a winter’s night. He was beautiful as he plunges for the vampire who had threatened my life.

----

I woke up screaming, my heart pounding in my chest. Looking around me I noticed I was in a room, a bedroom of some soft. Breathing heavily I climbed to the edge of the bed tearing the silk duvet away from my body.

I focused on my breathing as I thought about what happened before I ended up here. My date with Cody at the pumpkin patch, the corn maze, the wolf and lastly that strange guy. I remember not seeing any visible veins or even seeing him breathe. There was only one answer he was a Vampire.

Cody was a werewolf, it was crazy, maybe insane to think, but there was no other reasonable explanation for any of it. I was surprisingly calm from all the information flowing in my mind. Could’ve been because I was in shock, what did that even feel like? I’m tired is all I can think.

Pushing myself off the bed I feel a nightie pool around me. I look down and see a black shirt engulfing my body, Grabbing the neckline I pull it towards my face. It’s Cody’s I can recognise his cologne anywhere.

This must be his room, it’s massive with a huge bed, windows from the ceiling to the floor, and two couches. Not too mention The wolf portrait on the wall just above the one couch. I sit on the one across from it.

It’s a hand painted portrait you can tell by the texture of the brush stokes. There stood a white wolf with mighty pride, chest puffed out and head held high. It’s eyes were a blood red just like the flash in Cody’s eyes a few days previous.

A single golden crown rounded it’s giant ear, Emerald stones were embedded all the way around the crown. It was too small for it to go around both of it’s ears. At the bottom of the portrait were gold cursive letter that read ‘Alpha Cody’

It was him, it was insane, it was real.

Looking out the window and into the sea of green trees that stretched for miles. It started to add up, The overprotective boyfriend, his body temperature always being high, his red eyes, the neediness, his crazy appetite, and not to mention he was gone all the time.

The door clicked open and I still stared out the window. I could hear his foot steps come closer and sit on the couch where the painting was placed. “Can we talk?” He sounded weak, I looked at him concerned about his health.

He looked rough, his brown hair a mess, bags under his eyes, his skin was pale, and his eyes were blood shot. “What happened to you?” I asked, feeling the vibe between us has shifted.

He sighs resting his hands on his legs, “You, I didn't know if you were ever gunna wake up, it scared the hell out of me. Every day was torture when you didn't way up.” His voice was so heartbroken.

“How long?”

“Huh?”

“How long was I asleep?” I asked him, he began to bounce his knee and looked out the window. He didn't want to answer me I understood that but I wanted to know. No I needed to know.

“Cody” I said under my breathe desperate.

“3 weeks.” He chocked up,

“I’m sorry.” I whispered,

“For what?” He looked at me and all I could see was a broken Cody and it clenched my heart.

“Not waking up, for you.” I spoke trying to imaging the pain I put him through, I couldn’t.

He reached for my hand and I couldn't believe how much I missed his touch. We stayed quite holding each others hands together, soon enough he pulled me into his lap, more bridal style then anything else. He held me tight as he stared into my eyes, I don’t ever recall being this intimate with him.

We we’re both in a vulnerable state, I didn't want anything else then him at this moment. My heart ached to be closer to him. Hot tears made there way down my cheeks as I aggressively kissed him, he kissed back with the same amount of passion and love as I did.

It lasted a min or 2 before he pulled away and hugged me tight. I never wanted this to end, there was so much emotion I didn't think I was capable of. I held him as much as I could, but he was stronger then I was. I ran my hands through his hair loving the feeling of it.

“Please don’t leave me!” He begged sobbing into my shoulder, his body shook as I held him tighter.

“Cody, I would never.” I said softly still running my fingers through his hair.

“I know I’m not what you expected.” He sobbed louder, it broke my heart to see him like this.

“You aren’t , you’re better, Because I love you with every piece of me.” I say swallowing the lump in my throat as I began to rock him. His breathing regulated and his body began to relax into mine.

“I love you too.” It was barely above a whisper but I knew he did. Cody lowly started to fall asleep in my arms, his full weight shifted to me and it made me tired. It only took me a few minutes to fall asleep with him.

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Working On It

Genre: Teacher!AU

Pairing: Brian (Day6) x You

By Admin B

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, Oh, yeah, and I love you, Nothing’s Wrong

Why did it feel like you were the one in trouble?

Your heart was racing, your stomach in knots as you pulled on the front door to the school, heaving it open and slipping nervously inside. The receptionist smiled at you as you approached the desk, and you grabbed the pen attached to the clipboard so you could sign your name and your reason for visiting.

Parent-teacher conference.

Except -- it’s complicated. We’ll get to that later.

“Thank you,” you murmured as the receptionist handed you a visitor’s badge. After unpeeling the sticker and pressing it onto your shirt, you asked her where room 1219 is. You thanked her again before following the directions she’d just given you, letting out a soft sigh. The sound of your shoes echoed through the nearly empty hallways, and you wondered how many times you would have to come here. Was this a one-time thing? Or just the first of many?

The last time you’d been here was just last month when you’d come for registration; the school seemed a lot bigger now that there were hardly any people here. You passed a couple of teachers and a custodian, but there were no students or other parents to be found. By now, they were either home or at after-school sports practice.

Well, not all of them.

“Mr. Kang,” you whispered to yourself as you approached room 1219, reading the sign hanging above the door. “English.”

Oh, great. You’d always been terrible at English.

Not that this had anything to do with why you were here now, but still. Going to English had always made you nervous back when you were a student, and it was making you nervous all over again as you stepped in through the slightly open door.

“Hi,” you greeted nervously.

A young man stood up - the teacher, apparently - shooting you a small smile and gesturing for you to sit down next to a sullen, slouched over twelve-year-old boy.

“Hi, thank you for coming,” the man said as he reached out to shake your hand. “I’m Brian Kang, Samuel’s English teacher.”

“Y/N,” you replied, and you could hear your own nerves in your voice.

You slid into the chair next to Samuel, feeling him actively avoiding your gaze.

“I wanted to talk to you about...” Mr. Kang cleared his throat a bit awkwardly. “Samuel’s behavior in class has been very disruptive lately, and he hasn’t been turning in his work on time. The work he does turn in, it’s clear there’s been very little effort.”

Your heart sank.

You glanced over at the sulking pre-teen sitting next to you before shifting your gaze back to Mr. Kang.

“I’m so sorry,” you breathed. “He -- by ‘disruptive’ you mean...?”

“Mostly just not paying attention. Sometimes calling out, making unnecessary comments, shooting his trash like a basketball instead of getting up and throwing it away,” Mr. Kang shrugged. “Very typical teenage boy stuff. Just not appropriate while I’m trying to teach about poetry.”

“Poetry sucks,” Samuel muttered under his breath.

Your brow furrowed immediately, and you shot him a very disapproving look.

“Please tell me he’s not that disrespectful in class,” you pleaded, already feeling guilty.

Mr. Kang simply smiled. And it was a smile meant to soften the blow.

So... the answer was ‘yes.’

“I’m just very concerned,” he told you. “I can tell he’s a bright boy, he just --”

“We’re working on it,” you assured him.

At least, you were trying.

Or I guess I should say: at least, you were trying.

After a few more minutes of listening to everything Samuel was doing wrong, nodding quickly, apologizing, and trying not to sound as guilty as you felt, you shook Mr. Kang’s hand again.

“Thank you,” you told him with a wrinkled forehead. “Thank you for all that you do. I know teaching can be a pretty thankless job, so I just want you to know how much I appreciate everything. The kids do, too, of course, they’re just --”

“They’re twelve and thirteen years old,” he finished for you, his lips pulled into a slight smirk. “Don’t worry. I knew exactly what I was getting into when I started this job.”

A soft chuckle escaped your lips, and you thanked Mr. Kang one last time before putting a hand on Samuel’s shoulder. You squeezed it gently and murmured a ‘Come on, let’s go home.’

You couldn’t wait to have a talk with him about all of this...

The walk to your car was absolutely silent.

Obviously, you were trying to think of exactly what to say and how to properly punish him for acting out like that in class.

Samuel, on the other hand, was most definitely not thinking about any of this.

If you had to guess, he was probably thinking about his video game. Either that or the best way he could escape, run away, and never come back.

Once you’d unlocked the car, Samuel opened the passenger side door and flung his backpack into the backseat. He let out a groan as he plopped onto the seat, and you robotically took your spot behind the wheel, sticking the keys into the ignition.

“Sam,” you started, reaching back for your seat belt.

“I know,” he spat. “You’re disappointed in me. I’m a failure, I’m stupid, and you wish you weren’t stuck with me.”

Your brow furrowed deeply, and you immediately turned to look at him. “Sammy! That’s not true! You know I love you, and I’m not disappointed in you. I’m disappointed that you’re acting like that in class. It’s one thing to be disrespectful to me at home, but it’s a whole other thing to be disrespectful to your teachers. That can’t happen anymore!”

“Or you’ll do what? Ground me?” he grumbled. “I don’t have to listen to you, y’know. You’re not my real mom.”

You let out a frustrated sigh as you put the car in reverse and began to back out of the parking spot. “I’m not your fake mom, either, Sam. I’m your aunt. But I’m also your legal guardian, remember? You do have to listen to me.”

“Yeah, but you don’t have any idea what you’re doing!” he pointed out. “Just like I don’t have any idea what I’m doing in English class.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing softly at his comment, and while you knew you shouldn’t humor him... you did see a very faint smile tug at his lips.

“I was never good at English, either,” you admitted. “But I can still try to help you with your homework if you want me to. Or we could look into getting you a tutor, maybe?”

“No,” Sam answered firmly. “No tutor. I -- I’ll just... try harder.”

“Mr. Kang seemed really nice,” you added with a half-shrug. “I can tell he cares. If he didn’t care, he wouldn’t have called me in.”

“I mean... yeah, he’s pretty cool, I guess. For a nerdy, old guy.”

“He is not old!” you laughed. “I doubt he’s much older than I am!”

Sam quirked an eyebrow over at you before letting out a sputtering chuckle. “Like I said. An old guy.”

“Hey!” you cried, reaching over and giving his arm a gentle pinch. “Do you want pizza for dinner tonight or not?”

“Not old! Not old at all. Very, very young.”

You hummed a somewhat sassy ‘mhm’ as you drove back to your apartment. You’d at least managed to break the ice some, but you honestly had no idea if you’d handled that well. Or even handled it at all. But... right now, you just wanted to take what you could get.

“Yeah,” you said with a smirk. “That’s what I thought.”

Not even two seconds after stepping in through the front door to your apartment, you remembered the reason you’d told Sam you could get pizza for dinner.

You had no food whatsoever.

A trip to the grocery store was extremely urgent, so once Sam got settled on the couch with his homework, you grabbed your keys and some reusable bags.

“I’ll be checking that homework when I get back, okay?” you warned with raised eyebrows.

“Yeah, yeah,” Sam muttered, his eyes not even leaving his math textbook.

You reached for the doorknob but paused for just a few moments. You then turned on your heel, strode over to the couch, took hold of Sam’s head and planted a kiss on his forehead.

“I love you,” you told him.

“Ew! Yuck, ugh! Please don’t ever do that again!”

In pre-teen speak, you knew that meant he loved you, too.

“I’ll be back soon,” you grinned as you headed back to the door. “Call me if you think of anything you want. Or if someone breaks in and tries to kidnap you.”

“Yeah, yeah!” Sam called out after you. Apparently, that was his favorite way to respond to you.

Since you now had the car to yourself - and you were no longer nervous about having to talk to Sam’s teacher - you took the opportunity to blast your favorite songs and sing along.

Music had always been a stress reliever, so you’d found yourself listening to a lot of music these days. Whenever you had a spare moment by yourself, whenever you drove to and from work, whenever Sam went to a friend’s house for the night, you put on some music. Singing, dancing, acting like you’re in a music video - you name it, you did it. And you probably disturbed your neighbors, but oh well.

Even once you arrived at the grocery store, you continued singing to yourself, humming under your breath as you pushed the cart in through the sliding doors.

Just like listening to music helped relieve your stress, so did grocery shopping. Walking up and down the aisles and seeing all of the different choices of cereal should have actually added to your stress, but it didn’t. Because at the moment, so much of your life seemed out of your control. You had very little opportunities to actually make choices, but you did with grocery shopping.

You very much enjoyed standing in the coffee and tea aisle, deciding which flavors to buy. Chamomile? Rooibos? Earl Grey? Vanilla Hazelnut? Dark roast? Blonde roast? Green? Pumpkin spice? Cinnamon?

Sometimes you didn’t even need coffee or tea, but you still enjoyed pretending to pick one out.

...Yeah, it’s kind of weird, but oh well.

You had just left the coffee and tea aisle, in fact, a box of Rooibos and a canister of Vanilla Hazelnut in your cart, when you turned down the breakfast aisle. Somebody was standing right at the end, though, and you almost ran into them with your cart.

“Oh, sorry!” you said immediately.

And then your eyes landed on a young man.

Or maybe an old man, according to Sam.

“Mr. Kang,” you grinned.

“Oh, hey,” he smiled back, lifting up a hand in a little wave. “Mrs. Y/L/N, nice to see you again so soon.”

“Sam’s back home doing his homework, I promise,” you assured him, feeling a slight pang of guilt in your stomach. “And -- it’s, uh -- it’s Miss. Not Mrs. I -- I’m not married.”

God, this would all be a whole lot easier if you were, to be quite honest.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Mr. Kang apologized.

“No, it’s fine. I mean, Sam and I have the same last name, so it’s easy to assume.”

And... I don’t know. There was something about this junior high English teacher that was just... comforting. Was it his eyes? Or his smile? The way he seemed to really be intently listening to you?

Either way, you felt it.

The word vomit.

“I’m not actually Sam’s mom,” you began. “I don’t know if you know anything about the situation... I’m his aunt. His dad was my brother, so there’s the last name thing explained. But, uh, his parents -- there was an accident not even four months ago. And I’m kind of the only family Sam has? I mean, around here. His mom’s side of the family lives halfway across the country, but they wanted him to stay in the same area. He did have to move schools, which I know sucks for him, but -- yeah. So, I think his behavior -- the way he’s acting in your class -- I mean, he never talks to me about them. He never tells me he misses them, but I know he has to. I ask him, but I just can’t get him to talk about anything. He has to be just holding everything in, and it all comes out at school, y’know?”

Mr. Kang’s brow had furrowed as you spoke, and he nodded at your question. Truly, it really did seem like he was interested. Even though you were most definitely bothering him and telling him way too much information that he did not even ask for, he seemed like he was really listening. Like he actually wanted to know all of this.

Of course, tears had pricked your eyes the second you’d said the word ‘accident,’ and you were currently trying to swallow the lump of emotion lodged in your throat. Your voice had gotten choked up, but you carried on.

“I just don’t know how to help him. I try, I really do. I’ve known Sam his whole life, but I’ve always been the Cool Aunt. But now I have to be the Mom, but I know I’ll never be his mom. And now he’s not doing his homework and he’s being disrespectful, and I just --” You let out a shaky breath. “It’s very overwhelming.”

Mr. Kang reached out and put a reassuring hand on your upper arm. “I am so sorry,” he murmured, his words very clearly showing on his face. “I had no idea. I teach so many kids, it’s difficult to know about every one of them.”

And then he looked at you. He studied your face carefully before taking a breath and letting his hand fall from your arm.

“Would you like to get some coffee somewhere? I feel like there’s just... a lot more you need to talk about.”

Boy, was he right. He didn’t even know how right he was.

You reached up to wipe a stray tear threatening to slip from your eye and nodded.

“I would like that,” you answered.

A tiny smile appeared on Mr. Kang’s lips, and he moved to hold onto the handle of his shopping cart. “Do you know that shop The Grind?”

You nodded, humming positively.

He pushed his sleeve down to check his watch, brow furrowing slightly in thought. “How about 7?”

“Perfect.” It would give you plenty of time to get back home, stop for the pizza, put the groceries away, and shove a slice or two down your throat.

“All right, 7 it is.” A full-on smile came to his lips then, and you realized just how good-looking he was. You would bet all the money in your wallet right now that a lot of girls at Sam’s school (and some boys, too) had a crush on him. Sam, himself, had said he was ‘pretty cool,’ so that had to account for something.

“See you then.”

And before you let yourself apologize for being a bother - I mean, the man had simply been trying to grocery shop and then you’d come and started crying, for Pete’s sake - you pushed your cart down the aisle and continued on with your shopping.

There would be plenty of time to apologize later.

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Family of Six (14/14)

After James and Rose bring their newborn twins home, they work to find a balance between all four of their children, and each other. Ten x Rose AU, Soulmates AU.

This chapter: Teen, 7600 words

Ages of the Tyler-McCrimmons at the start of the chapter: James: 39, Rose: 34, Ainsley: 9, Sianin: 6, Twins: 5 months

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The Monday after his blowup with Rodney, James dreaded going into the university. It broke Rose’s heart to see him dawdling through his morning routine, allowing himself to get distracted with the girls to keep him from leaving for work. He asked to bottle-feed the twins, and while he did that, he played a game of Scrabble with Ainsley over the breakfast table.

Rose stood behind James’s chair and draped her arms around his neck to watch him play the word “veneer”.

“What’s that?” Ainsley asked, cocking her head to the side.

“A layer of something to make it more aesthetically pleasing,” James answered. “Usually applied to old wood or stone to make it look a bit nicer.”

Rose could almost see the gears of Ainsley’s mind working as she catalogued the word, then shifted her attention to her own playing tiles.

“You don’t go easy on her, do you?” Rose murmured into his ear.

“She’d fillet me alive if she knew I let her win at this,” James retorted.

Rose watched her daughter set down the word “quiver” with a proud smirk that looked just like her father. The ‘q’ landed on a double letter bonus and the ‘e’ reached the double word bonus, earning her a grand total of fifty-six points.

“Do you feel sorry for her anymore?” James pouted, scribbling down her score. With that word, she had soared into a healthy lead.

“Not one bit,” Rose said, grinning. “Though I’m beginning to feel sorry for you.”

“How is that game any fun?” Sianin asked as she stuffed a spoonful of oatmeal into her mouth. “It’s like school all over again. We’re on summer holiday, Ainsley.”

“It’s fun to try and make words from a random assortment of letters,” Ainsley said, pulling a new set of tiles from the velvet bag.

“We have very different ideas of fun,” Sianin grumbled.

Rose snorted, and contented herself to stand behind her husband and watch the progress of the game. When it was over—with James narrowly winning by three points—and the twins had finished eating, James jumped up to help with the dishes.

“No, you’ve got to get to work,” Rose said gently, placing a hand on his chest to halt him from going to the sink.

His face fell.

“We’ll be by for lunch,” Rose reminded, rubbing her hand up and down his chest. “Just think of that. A little less than four hours to get through before you see my glorious face again.”

The corners of his mouth lifted in a halfhearted attempt at a smile.

“I love you very much,” Rose said, sliding her hands up until she could wrap her arms around his neck.

He hugged her tightly.

“It’ll be okay, love,” she whispered into his ear. “It’ll be okay. You’ve got some students coming to your office this morning, then you’ll have lunch with me and the girls, then you’re covering what’s-his-name’s class this afternoon. After that, you can come home. See? Easy peasy.”

“I know,” he sighed, turning his head to kiss her cheek. “Thanks.”

She gave him one final squeeze then released him. After goodbye kisses to the girls, James scooped up his bag and coffee thermos and headed out the door.

“What’s wrong with Dad?” Ainsley asked, settling beside Rose at the sink to help with the dishes.

“He had a small argument with one of the people he works with, and he’s a little nervous to see him,” Rose answered.

“What were they arguing about?” Sianin asked.

“It’s none of our business,” Rose said.

“But Daddy told you,” Sianin pointed out.

“Okay, it’s none of your business,” Rose amended. “It’s grown-up problems.”

Sianin let out a long-suffering sigh, but didn’t push any further.

All morning, Rose worried about James. She wrote encouraging messages on her arms, as well as little doodles and outlandish declarations of love. He drew smiley faces beside each note, or a series of x’s and o’s, but otherwise didn’t respond.

When it was time to meet James for lunch, Rose corralled the girls into the car along with a bag of swimming gear, as she promised to take them to the pool that afternoon.

“Sian, take Ainsley’s hand,” Rose commanded as she worked on getting the twins set up in their pram in the university car park. “And don’t go anywhere.”

“There’s no one around,” Sianin said.

“It’s good practice,” Rose said. “Besides, in a couple years, you and Ainsley will be big helpers to make sure the twins don’t go racing off across the road.”

As she buckled the twins into the buggy, she heard Ainsley and Sianin sniping at each other. It didn’t sound too rude, so she let them handle it themselves.

“Ready?” she asked.

Ainsley and Sianin turned to her and nodded. Ainsley kept hold of Sianin’s hand as they walked towards the science building. Once inside, Rose waved cheerily at the employees in the front office and ducked inside so they could ooh and ahh over the twins and exclaim about how big Ainsley and Sianin were getting.

Five minutes later, Rose loaded the kids into the lift to take them to James’s office on the sixth floor. Knowing the way, Sianin bolted out of the lift the moment the doors opened and nearly jogged down the corridor.

“We use our walking feet when we’re indoors,” Rose called after her.

Sianin made a small effort to slow down her pace, but when James poked his head out of his office, she sped into a full-out sprint.

“Daddy!” she squealed, as though she hadn’t seen him in four days rather than four hours.

“Indoor voice,” Rose chastised, but she couldn’t help but smile as Sianin jumped into her father’s open arms.

“How is my favorite six-year-old doing today?” James asked, pressing a kiss to Sianin’s cheek as he stood with her on his hip.

“Good,” she replied. “How’s my favorite daddy?”

“Favorite daddy?” James squawked. “Last I checked, I was your only daddy.”

He bounced her in his arms and tickled her ribs, making her squirm and laugh, batting at his hands. The sound of an office door—Rodney’s—slamming shut startled him into stopping.

“Oops,” Sianin whispered, cringing. “Sorry.”

“It wasn’t you, darling. Your volume was fine,” James said firmly.

He gave her a squeeze and set her on her feet, then greeted the rest of his family. He kissed the top of Ainsley’s head, then peeked into the baby buggy, but both twins were napping. With a bright smile that never failed to turn her bones to liquid, he turned to Rose.

“Hi,” she said, smiling back at him. “Have a good morning?”

She tilted her cheek towards his offered kiss.

“Yeah, it wasn’t bad,” he said with a nonchalant shrug. Addressing the girls, he asked “Ready for lunch?”

Ainsley and Sianin led the way back to the lifts, leaving their parents behind. James slipped his arm around Rose’s waist and kept pace with her down the long corridor.

oOoOo

James hadn’t been lying to Rose when he said her opinion of him as a father and husband was the only one that mattered to him. However, it wasn’t enjoyable to be surrounded by people who, he now realized, had been silently judging him. Nevertheless, he kept his head high and a smile on his face as he passed his coworkers in the corridors.

With his shortened summer term hours, he didn’t need to spend too much time at the university. Any time he did spend there, he was either teaching, marking papers, or meeting with students to help them with material they didn’t understand. After all of his work was finished for the day, he was free to go back home to his family. He wasn’t sure how he would adapt when the fall term started; he certainly couldn’t hide in his office for eight hours every day.

Lunchtime was the hardest for him. He usually would eat in the faculty lounge with the rest of his coworkers, but ever since that dreadful confrontation between him and Rodney that everyone had witnessed, it had become awkward.

So James took to eating alone in his office. If he felt particularly pathetic, he would ask Rose to join him. If the weather was nice, he would eat outside or trek to the dining hall, where there was a faculty lunchroom on one of the upper floors.

He usually sat alone, but one day, a stranger decided to dine with him.

“You’re new here.”

James was absently twirling his fork through noodles when a woman slid gracefully into the seat across from him at the little two-person table he was eating at. The woman was around his age, give or take a few years, with big bushy curly hair.

“I’m Professor River Song,” the woman said, extending a hand towards him. “Anthropology department, focus in archaeology.”

James set down his fork and took her hand, shaking it once. “Professor James Tyler-McCrimmon. Physics department. And chemistry, I s’pose. They’re in the same building. They sort of overlap, don’t they? Well, depending on the topic. But they complement each other nicely.”

James’s cheeks heated at his rambling, but the woman just smiled at him in amusement.

“How long have you been here?” River asked, spearing her fork through her plate of pasta.

“Oh, I’m not new,” James explained, remembering her opening line. “Nah, I recently decided to take my lunches here. New experiences and all.”

The woman looked like she didn’t believe him, but she didn’t press it. Instead, she asked him about his research interests and what he had studied in graduate school. She, in turn, told him about her graduate school experience, and how she’d gotten to travel across the world to various archives to write her thesis.

They talked for over an hour until River’s phone chimed.

“Oh, hell,” she sighed. “I’m twenty minutes late for a meeting.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to keep you,” James said, hoping none of his own students had stopped by yet for office hours. “I should probably get going too.”

“This was nice,” River said, sliding her phone back into her pocket. “We should meet up again some time.”

“I’d like that,” James said, smiling.

“Laters,” River said with a wink, then she strode out of the dining hall.

James met up with River a couple times a week for lunch, talking about everything and nothing. They had similar interests outside of the university, and often discussed politics or sports or books. Taking lunch with her made the work day much more tolerable; he was glad to have a friend who wasn’t associated with any of the drama happening within the department.

Rodney had well and truly written James off and barely acted as though he existed, causing the rest of their coworkers to walk on eggshells around them both. Mark, it seemed, was the only one who stood up for James; however, James often saw Mark chatting and laughing with Rodney, too. He tried not to be too offended.

He confided in River a little bit about what was going on between him and his colleagues without going into specific details. He merely told her that he and his mates had “very different opinions that made situations slightly uncomfortable”.

“That sounds like a load of shit,” River said cheerfully. “And extremely unprofessional. Grown adults should be able to put aside their differences, eh?”

James rolled his eyes and sniffed. “I won’t set aside my morals to make peace with someone.”

“Not sure taking the high road is working in your favor, mate,” River drawled.

“I made a new friend out of it,” James said, gesturing towards her.

Her eyes twinkled as she grinned at him, and they continued their banter until James’s phone buzzed in a text.

Pipe burst under the sink in our room. Plumber can’t come ‘til tomorrow morning. I’m currently sifting through the mess.

“Oh dear,” he murmured under his breath. “So sorry, River, but I’ve got a wee emergency at home. Burst pipe.”

“Sounds like a delight,” River said, sipping her coffee. “Take care, James.”

He hastily bade his goodbyes than rushed home to help Rose. He didn’t know exactly what he could do to help, but he was sure she would appreciate another set of hands to clean up.

When he arrived at the house, he found the twins in the living room and Rose in their en suite, sitting before a damp vanity and shoulders-deep into the cabinet beneath.

“Where are Ainsley and Sianin?”

She flinched. He winced when he heard a thunk.

“Shit,” she hissed, massaging her elbow as she retreated from the cabinet.

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly, folding his legs under him as he sank to the floor beside her.

“Your dad offered to entertain them for the afternoon,” she said. “Good luck to him, though; Ainsley’s in a mood today.”

“Oh?” he asked, frowning.

“Yeah, it was weird. She had a bit of an attitude and was short-tempered with everyone. Not sure who pissed in her cereal, but I was so tempted to shut her away in her room until she sorted through whatever mood she was in. Then I lost my temper with her when she flat-out refused to move from the sofa to grab a bag of nappies from the nursery. She then claimed I’m a lazy mother for always making her look after her little siblings.” Rose rubbed her palm into her eyes. “I thought she liked helping with Sianin and the twins.”

“She does,” James soothed. “She’s just… having a really bad day, I suppose.” He rested his hand on her thigh and gave it a squeeze. “I’m sorry love. And I’m sure she is too. You can talk it out when you’re both in better moods.” He jutted his chin towards the open cabinet door. “Have you shut off the water line to those pipes?”

“Nah, I figured I’d let it keep dripping all over our stuff.”

James pinched her leg, then scooted closer to the cabinet to reach inside and haul item after item out for inspection.

For the next hour, they worked together to mop up the water and sift through everything to determine what could or could not be salvaged.

“We’ll have to remember to replace those,” James said, inclining his head to the soggy, ruined box of tampons and pads. “And soon. You’re just about due, aren’t you?”

Rose hummed noncommittally, as though she hadn’t particularly heard him, and continued taking inventory of her makeup kit. Entire palettes of eye shadow and rouge and foundation had been lost.

James chucked a couple rolls of toilet paper into the garbage bag between them when Rose asked, “What’s the date?”

Her voice was faint, and he turned to her. Her cheeks had lost all color.

“You all right?”

“What’s the date?” she repeated impatiently.

“Ehm… August seventh? Eighth?”

Rose scrabbled for her mobile and began tapping at the screen, muttering under her breath. She ticked her fingers against her leg, as though keeping count.

“Rose, what’s the matter?”

“It can’t be… I can’t be!” Before he could ask again, she said, “I didn’t get my period. It should’ve come… I don’t know when. Two weeks ago? I can’t bloody remember when it was I last had it.”

James’s ears began to ring dully, sure he’d misheard her. “Excuse me?”

“I missed my period.” She buried her face into her hands, digging her palms into her eyes. “I can’t be pregnant. I can’t be. We’ve been careful!”

“Not necessarily,” James said, his stomach churning uncomfortably. “There have been a few times we’ve chanced it, when you said we were safe.”

“So this is my fault?” Rose snapped.

“Of course not. I didn’t mean it like that.”

Rose’s shoulders slumped. “Shit. Shit shit shit!”

James mechanically rose to his feet, his brain full of cotton and static as he tried and failed to process the influx of information. But he took it one step at a time, and the first step was to actually confirm their suspicion. “I’ll go out and buy a test. I’ll be back.”

“Shit, James. What are we going to do?” The helplessness in her voice broke his heart.

“You are going to stay here and continue cleaning up,” James said, nodding to their soaked cabinet. “I am going to go out and buy a pregnancy test. And then we’ll figure out what to do. Together.”

James walked out of the room without another word. He gathered his keys and wallet and made his way to the chemist’s.

Pregnant. Rose might be pregnant. Again. The universe must be playing a cruel joke on them, for making it so difficult to conceive the last time around, only to bring them an unplanned pregnancy mere months after they’d had their twins.

She might not be, said a little voice in his head. Don’t panic until you know for certain.

James tried to listen to the little voice in his head, but it was hard. He didn’t know if it made him a worse father for wishing Rose wasn’t pregnant, or for dreading the idea that she was.

Time blurred around him. He was vaguely aware of the drive into town then back home again, a small bag of pregnancy tests in the passenger’s seat.

Rose had made no more progress on cleaning their en suite, but he didn’t blame her. She was sitting in the exact same position as when he’d left her, and she jumped when he called her name softly.

He wordlessly handed her the bag of three pregnancy tests, then sat on the floor to wait. She joined him a minute later, and together they stared at the developing tests.

Slowly, a faint little negative sign bloomed across three different test windows.

Not pregnant.

James breathed out a sigh of relief, the tension flowing out of his body.

“Dodged that bullet.” Though Rose’s words were grateful, her tone was clipped.

He turned his head to look at her, but she had her eyes locked on the three tests in front of her.

“Are you okay?” he asked quietly.

“Yeah.” She smiled at him, but the expression was brittle, and her eyes made it seem like she wasn’t seeing him. “Really. I didn’t want to be pregnant.”

He nodded slowly, wanting to believe her.

She stood abruptly. “I need some air. I’m going for a walk.”

“Talk to me,” he said, shooting to his feet.

“Please, James. I need a minute.”

Déjà vu squeezed his lungs until he couldn’t breathe. How many times had she been so disappointed by a negative test result that she’d gone on a run to brood in her thoughts? How many times had she gone off on her own and cried over her heartbreak and feelings of failure? How many times had he overlooked just how upset she was?

“Don’t shut me out,” he begged. “Please. Talk to me. Please.”

“How can I talk to you about what I’m feeling when I don’t even know how I feel?” Rose asked, her tone a little sharp. “Please, James. I need to think. Let me think. Then we’ll talk.”

“Promise?” he rasped, feeling childish for making her swear it.

Her face softened. “Cross my heart.” She drew an X across her chest, then across his, like he always did with their kids. “I need to be alone for a little while, but I’m not shutting you out.” Something in her eyes cleared, and her brows furrowed. “Are you okay? Will you be okay if I leave?”

Part of him selfishly wanted to tell her no, but he wouldn’t make her stay when she wanted space to think alone. So he nodded, and focused hard on breathing. Rose said she was okay, and that they’d talk. He had to trust that, to trust her. They would talk. They would sort out their emotions. They would be okay.

He repeated that mantra again and again as Rose pulled on her shoes.

“I’ll be back within an hour,” she promised.

He nodded, and then she was gone.

His brain screamed at him to go after her, to demand that they talk right now and fix whatever it was that was bothering her. He needed to know if she genuinely was happy that they weren’t pregnant.

What if she realized she was upset by the test result? Unbidden, he was taken back five years, to when Rose had taken a pregnancy test that turned out negative but sparked their desire for another baby. Was history repeating itself? Would Rose realize she wanted another baby, and they would go back down that road of uncertainty and failure and heartbreak and…?

Stop it, he hissed.

Desperately needing a distraction, he wandered into the living room where the twins were napping in their swings. The knot in his chest loosened as he beheld the two beautiful babies that were the end result of his and Rose’s pain. They were worth it. He would do it all again if it meant having Hannah and Maddie in his life.

But he didn’t particularly want to do it all again. He didn’t want to see the devastation on Rose’s face as they tried and failed month after month to make a baby. Besides, wasn’t their little family perfect as it was? Did he even want more children? Surely if he said he was finished fathering children, Rose wouldn’t make them try for another baby? But was he even one-hundred percent sure that he was done fathering children?

He tried to think ahead a few years. The spread of ages of their children was quite varied. By the time the twins were toddlers, Ainsley would be almost a teenager. Would he want to start over again with a baby when Ainsley was going through puberty and Sianin was only a few years away from it, too?

But on the other hand, if they wanted another baby, it would probably be a good idea to have one within a couple of years so that the new baby would be relatively close in age with the twins. However, they had twins. They already came as a paired, package deal. They could entertain each other as they grew up.

James’s head began to throb, and he sank to his bum in front of his babies. “Oh, my darlings, your daddy is having a day.”

He slowed the rocking of the swings and unbuckled each twin, bringing them onto the floor with him. Though they each stirred upon being moved, they eventually fell back to sleep. He lay down beside them and gazed into their faces.

They were the most gorgeous things he’d ever seen. Their soft, pale skin. Their little button noses. Their fair hair. He grudgingly had to admit that Rose might be right: their hair did appear as though it was growing in red. He made a note to ask Rose where the red-haired gene came from—her father had had red hair, hadn’t he? And Donna had gotten her red hair from somewhere. Though they were distantly related, those genes were swirling somewhere inside of him too.

“I love you both so much,” he murmured to the twins, his throat closing. “I love you so, so much.”

Tears burned behind his eyes as he watched his babies sleep. He didn’t know how he could feel simultaneously happy and sad. How he could feel like smiling and crying.

“Do you think you two would like having a baby sibling one day?” he mused, watching the rise and fall of their chests as he breathed. “Or do you think our family is complete as it is. A family of six. Six is a great number, innit? Half a dozen. Way better than the family of four that we used to be before you two came along. Though what about a family of seven? Oh, Lord. What if we had another set of twins? Family of eight? That might be a bit much, eh? Oh, I dunno…”

He heaved out a sigh that was loud enough to make Maddie flinch. “Sorry, darling. Daddy’s having a bit of trouble right now. You see, your mummy thought she might be pregnant again. She’s not. And I think she might be a wee bit upset about it, even though she said she’s not. Am I being paranoid? Am I overthinking things? I probably am. I wish she’d come home so we could talk.

“What if she wants another baby, though? I have no idea if I want another one. I mean, we just got you two. I’d like to enjoy you both for a little longer before considering adding a new baby to the mix. Obviously if your mummy fell pregnant a couple months from now, I would love that baby so much. I love all of my babies. But I think it’d be a bit hard.

“What am I even doing? Why am I obsessing over this when I don’t even know what your mummy is thinking?”

He scrubbed a hand over his face and continued chatting softly to his sleeping babies as he waited for his wife to come home.

True to her word, Rose returned home fifty-three minutes later. He was still on the floor, but pushed himself to a sitting position when she walked in.

“I’m so sorry,” she said by way of greeting. “I’m sorry I just… ran out on you.”

“Are you feeling better?” he asked, patting the floor beside him.

Rose plopped down beside him and scooted the twins closer to them. She began absently playing with Hannah’s feet as she said, “Yeah, I am. I’m sorry. I got stuck in my head, in my memories. Seeing those negative tests brought back all the times I sat on that very floor in our loo, praying for a positive result. Only today, I was praying for a negative one. And even though the test came out the way I wanted it to, I couldn’t seem to escape all of the times I’d had my heart shattered again and again over the course of four years. And not just my heart, but yours too. I kept seeing your disappointment and hurt in my head, and being in that room, sitting there with you… it made it all come rushing back, and it was just as painful as it was the first time ‘round. But at the same time, I was so relieved to not be pregnant again. I was confused and needed to be alone somewhere that didn’t have memories associated with it. I’m sorry.”

James placed his arm around her shoulders and tugged her into his side. “I understand. You don’t need to apologize. I completely understand what it’s like to get stuck in your head. Well, my head. You know what I mean. Are you okay?”

“I am, yeah,” she said. “Are you?”

“I am now,” he replied. “I… I’ll admit I was panicking a little bit while you were gone. But Hannah and Maddie are great little listeners.”

“Your turn. What were you panicking about?” she asked.

“It’s stupid,” he confessed, because it really was now.

“It’s not,” she argued. “Please, James?”

“I thought you would decide you wanted another baby, which would put us back on the track we were in five years ago. I began panicking that we were about to spend the next four years trying and failing to get pregnant.”

Rose let go of Hannah’s feet and turned into him to wrap her arms around his waist. He clutched her fiercely to him, burying his nose in her hair. It smelled like wind and sunshine and summertime.

“I love you,” she whispered into his neck.

“Love you, too,” he mumbled into her hair. He pulled back to look her in the eye. “We’re okay, right?”

“Yeah, we’re okay,” she answered, smiling faintly. “Though I’m upset this brought back bad memories for the both of us. I mean, it’s been years, and we’ve got the twins now. I guess I’d thought we put all of those demons to rest, y’know?”

“We went through something traumatic,” he said gently. “An old wound is still a wound, no matter how healed you think it is.” He paused, but then asked, “So… is this indicative that we’re done having children? If we were so relieved we’re not expecting again, does this mean we’re happy with our family as it is? If so, we can get some sort of permanent birth control performed. It doesn’t even have to be you; I’ll gladly have my bits snipped away, just say the word and…”

“Slow it down, love,” Rose said, amused. “I don’t know how permanent I want our birth control to be. I don’t know if our family is complete as it is. I am perfectly content with my life, and I’m so happy and in love with you and our girls. But I don’t know if I’m done having children. Unless…” She cocked her head to the side. “Are you finished having children? Are you dead set against any more?”

“What if I said I was?” James asked carefully, trying to buy himself some time. Despite brooding over it for the past hour, he still hadn’t come to a conclusion about whether he wanted to have more children or not.

“Then I’d happily drive you to the hospital tomorrow to get your bits snipped off,” she said playfully. More seriously, she added, “I don’t want any more babies unless you do as well.”

“Before anyone snips at my bits, let’s take some time, eh? I think I’m in the same boat as you… I don’t know if I’m ready to permanently close myself off to the idea of having more children. I don’t want any more right now, but within the next couple of years?” He shrugged. “And maybe I’ll never decide that I’m ready for another child. But can you make me a promise?”

“I’ll try,” Rose said, wary.

“If you decide one way or another—either you really want another baby or you really don’t—let me know immediately?”

“I will make that promise as long as you do, too,” Rose said.

“I promise,” he said. “Cross my heart, pinkie swear, deal.”

He drew an X across both of their chests, then hooked his little finger around hers, and finally shook her hand, sealing the vow. He grinned when Rose laughed at him.

“Oh, I love you, you daft nutter,” she said, her eyes bright.

“Your daft nutter loves you too. Very much.”

“I’ll have a chat with Elizabeth about alternate forms of birth control,” Rose said. “I don’t want to go back on the pill again; it threw my hormones and emotions all out of whack the last time I tried to go on it after Ainsley was born. But maybe there’s an injection or an implant or something I can get. I’ll try to remember to give her a call to schedule something.”

“Sounds good.” He leaned his head against hers. “Shall we go back to cleaning up?”

It took another hour or so to clean up the mess. When they were done, they loaded the twins into their car and drove over to Robert’s house to collect their eldest children. Robert and Sianin were in the front garden playing when they arrived.

“Mummy!” Sianin said, racing up to them.

“Hi, baby. Are you having fun with Grandad?”

“Uh huh! Grandad said we had to play outside since Ainsley’s ill. He taught me something called football. But not football. American football! It’s played with a weird-shaped ball and nobody actually touches it with their feet.”

“Ainsley’s ill?” James repeated.

“Sianin, why don’t you start cleaning up?” Robert suggested. While she picked up the toys and games from the grass, he explained, “I think she might have gotten a migraine. She complained that her head hurt, then all of a sudden she said everything hurt. The TV was too loud, the lights too bright, her clothes too scratchy. I set her up in her bedroom. She’s been asleep for nearly three hours now.”

Rose made for the house, and James followed on her heels. They walked to the room Ainsley and Sianin shared when they slept over at Robert’s house, and saw their daughter curled in a tight ball with her pillow over top her head. She was utterly still except for the slight rise and fall of her chest.

Not wanting to disturb her, they backed out of the room.

“That might explain her short temper,” James mused.

“God, why didn’t she tell me she wasn’t feeling well?” Rose asked.

“Maybe she didn’t know what it was?” he suggested. “I’ve gotten migraines before where the first symptom was irritability because everything was too overstimulating. It’s not ‘til later that the headache and sensitivities began.”

“Still feel awful,” Rose mumbled.

“Speaking of feeling awful, we left the twins in the car.”

Rose groaned and jogged outside, but Robert had taken the babies out of the car and was sitting with them and Sianin in the grass. Sianin had both babies’ hands in each of hers and was rocking them backwards and forwards. Each baby was giggling and squirming with delight.

“Mummy, Daddy, watch this!” She then proceeded to push and pull the babies, sending them into another fit of laughter.

They stayed at Robert’s for another half hour. Ainsley eventually found them outside, and though she claimed she felt much better, she was pale and shaky.

James and Rose bade Robert farewell, then loaded up the kids into the car and drove home. Though she’d slept all afternoon, Ainsley immediately went to the couch and laid down.

“Let’s try to be quiet since Ainsley’s not feeling well,” James whispered to Sianin. “Indoor voice only, and the television must stay quiet.”

Sianin nodded and, to their surprise, she went to the sofa and sat by Ainsley’s head. The six-year-old stroked her elder sister’s hair and turned the television volume down so low that it was virtually impossible to hear.

Ainsley fell asleep almost immediately, and after a while, so did Sianin.

James and Rose took this opportunity to play with their babies. They cringed any time a baby squealed with delight, but when it was clear their oldest children were dead asleep, they stopped worrying so much about Hannah and Maddie staying quiet.

Both babies rolled all over the floor—the newest trick they’d learned—and James and Rose amused themselves by placing objects around the living room floor for the twins to roll to.

“James, look!”

James tore his attention from Hannah, who was more interested in sucking on her toes than rolling towards her stuffed rabbit, to look at Maddie. His heart nearly stopped when he saw his five-and-a-half-month-old baby was on her hands and knees. Though wobbly, she maintained the position.

“How’d she do that?” he demanded, racing across the floor to plop beside Rose and Maddie.

His sudden appearance startled Maddie, who flopped face-first onto the floor. Her eyes went wide, then scrunched as she let out a wail.

“Oh, no, darling,” James cooed, picking her up to set her on her bum. “Daddy’s sorry he frightened you. You’re all right. No harm done.”

Maddie blinked big wet eyes at him, her bottom lip pouting out. James smiled reassuringly at her, and she grinned in return.

“There we are,” he said, tickling her ribs lightly. He swiped his thumbs under her eyes to wipe away the unnecessary tears.

Maddie babbled out a string of sounds, then she reclined onto her back and rolled onto her tummy. She lifted her head to look at her parents, as though making sure they were watching her.

“Go on, Maddie,” Rose urged. “Let’s get up on those hands and knees again, eh?”

Maddie beamed, then she looked down at the floor, enthralled by her hands like she’d never seen them before. She then planted her palms on the rug and began doing pseudo-pushups.

“Come on,” Rose said. “You can do it, love.”

Maddie surged her weight backward, finally getting her knees under her.

“How marvelous, darling!” James breathed. He reached behind him for Rose’s mobile, and he opened up the camera app. He snapped a series of photos of Maddie on her hands and knees, then took a short video as she rocked herself.

She soon tired of the position, and she sprawled onto her stomach and rolled onto her back. She let out an annoyed squawk and lifted her hands into the air. Rose placed her index fingers in Maddie’s palms, and helped the baby sit up onto her bum. She grinned at them.

“Who’s my strong little girl?” Rose cooed, bouncing the baby’s hands in front of her. Maddie squealed happily, flailing her hands wildly. “You’re my strong little girl!”

Maddie leaned forward towards Rose, reaching out and babbling. Rose picked Maddie up and brought her to her chest. Rose leaned back against the couch, taking care not to disturb Ainsley and Sianin, and brought her knees up, letting Maddie sit back against her thighs.

“She’ll be crawling before we know it,” James said, tucking himself into Rose’s side.

Hannah noticed that her parents were no longer paying attention, and so she let out a loud shriek. James winced and crawled to his other baby. She beamed as he stared down at her.

“You can roll over to us, darling,” James said dryly, picking up the baby and crawling back to Rose and Maddie.

“But why would she when she has a daddy to carry her around everywhere?” Rose asked sweetly.

He stuck his tongue out at her.

“It’s going to become a madhouse when these two can get around on their own,” Rose said.

“Gotta start being conscious with baby proofing,” James agreed. “And getting Ainsley and Sianin to realize how important it is to be more careful around the house, too. No more leaving small pieces of things laying around. Covering electrical outlets.”

Rose sighed, taking Maddie’s hands in hers and clapping them together gently. The baby cooed and watched her hands in fascination.

“All right?” James asked.

“Yeah. The house just… it seems so much smaller now at the prospect of these two becoming mobile.”

“What do you mean?”

“Like… Ainsley and Sianin have their toys spread throughout the whole house. But we’re going to need to move them. At least the ones with small, loose pieces. We can move some of them to their bedrooms, but there’s already loads of toys in their rooms.”

“Sounds to me like we need to have a toy cleanse,” James teased. Rose didn’t answer, and James knocked his shoulder against hers. “What are you thinking?”

“That we ought to consider moving into a larger house,” she said honestly. “Meaning we ought to consider moving up to your family’s manor in Scotland.”

“Oh?”

Rose nodded resolutely. “Our kids are only going to get bigger and start accumulating more stuff. And yeah, we can try to limit the amount of stuff they have, but I don’t want to force them to get rid of things they’re not ready to part with. And it’s just… all of the rooms in the house are taken. I feel awful that you have to mark papers in our bedroom when you want someplace quiet to go. And I don’t have a space with good lighting to work on my art, unless I want to do it here in the living room. And from our conversation this afternoon, what if we do decide to have another baby in the future? We have nowhere to put them. The manor is probably far too much room than we actually need, but—maybe I’m spoiled for saying this—I’d rather have too much space than not enough.”

“Rose, breathe,” James said, amused. “You don’t need to defend yourself, love.”

“Sorry,” she said sheepishly.

“You’ve clearly been thinking about this for a while,” he noted curiously.

“Maybe a little bit. Though it’s always been in the back of my mind since learning we were having twins. D’you remember?”

Now that she’d mentioned it, he did recall the conversation they’d had upon returning home from the sonogram exam with the knowledge they were having two babies. They’d discussed moving to the Scottish manor one day, and clearly that day had arrived.

“Okay. So let’s say we decide to move up to Scotland,” James mused. “When would this move take place? Now? In a couple months? In a year?”

“I was thinking next summer,” Rose said. “That gives us plenty of time to get the girls mentally prepared to leave the only home they’ve ever known. And we would have time to get the manor ready, if any repairs or updates or renovations are needed.”

“We’d have to find a time to go up to Scotland to check out the house. Get an idea of what work we’d want done to it.”

“Christmastime,” Rose supplied. “We’ll be there anyway. Might as well poke around and make notes and maybe talk to a contractor or two.”

“You’ve considered everything, haven’t you?” he asked, tugging at the end of her ponytail.

“Perhaps,” Rose said. “And if we moved in the summertime, there’s the added bonus that the kids will have the summer to adjust to the move and their new home before starting at a new school.”

James smiled at his wife, incredulous and impressed with how well thought-out and planned her idea was. He reached over and rubbed Maddie’s belly slowly, watching the slow blink of her eyes as she succumbed to sleep, then turned to Hannah. She was chewing on the side of her fist, drool dripping down her chin and cheeks.

“Charming,” he drawled to his baby.

She beamed and gurgled up at him. He couldn’t help but smile back at her. His heart was so full of love for his family. Though a small pang went through his chest at leaving behind the home that he and Rose had raised their children in, he couldn’t deny that he would love to share his childhood home with his family.

“Would being in Scotland be too difficult?” Rose asked quietly. “For you or your dad? Because your mum…” She trailed off with a small, helpless shrug.

“I can only speak for myself, but no. I miss my mum, and will always miss my mum, but thinking of her doesn’t hurt anymore. At least, not usually. All I have left of her is my memories, and those are happy things. So no, I don’t think it would be too difficult to live in that house. Besides, I grew up mostly in the United States. From growing up, the Scottish house holds memories of holidays, and we’ve already had loads of holidays there since Mum died.”

“Will you let me know if you change your mind?” Rose asked, slipping her arm around his waist.

He nodded, and rested his cheek on top of her head. He glanced to the two babies in their arms, listened to the quiet breathing of Ainsley and Sianin behind him, and basked in the warmth of Rose radiating into his side. His entire world existed solely in this room, and his heart swelled with how much he loved his perfect little family.

“I think moving to Scotland is a good idea,” he concluded, kissing the crown of Rose’s head.

“You don’t want to think more about it?” she asked.

It felt like he’d already been thinking about it for eons. When he imagined his family in Scotland, a sense of rightness settled over him like a blanket, as though that was always where they were meant to end up. Part of him knew that it was inevitable; the house was always passed down through the family, and so he knew he would one day inherit it. But that didn’t mean he had to live there. However, he wanted to.

“No,” he said simply. “It logically makes the most sense, but more than that, I’m excited to move back home. Maybe I’ll get my Scottish accent back.”

He reverted back to the brogue that had disappeared as he had gotten older. He’d often been teased as a child for his Scottish accent, and so it had slowly morphed into a more refined English accent.

“You have no idea how sexy that is,” Rose murmured, eyes darkening.

He gave her a theatrical wink and knocked his shoulder into hers, leaning close to rumble, “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind later tonight… If you want…?”

She shoved her shoulder into his. “Behave.”

He laughed and pressed a kiss to her temple. “Right. So a new chapter awaits our little Tyler-McCrimmon brood, eh?”

“Seems like it,” Rose said, nestling her head into the crook of his shoulder. “So. Reconnaissance mission at Christmas, renovations next spring, relocation next summer?”

“Sounds like a plan,” James said with a happy hum. “A very alliterative plan.”

It was a good plan, and they both were smugly satisfied with themselves for such preemptive thinking.

They relaxed into each other, confident in the new direction their family was headed in.

The End

We’ve made it to the last chapter! This turned out to be nearly double the length I originally thought it would be. Thanks to everyone who has read this story.

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