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Entertainment Spotlight: Ian McQuown

Ian is an LA based actor and producer known for the YouTube comedy group, Extremely Decent, as well as a voice actor in the popular audio dramas: The Bright Sessions, The AM Archives, StarTripper!! & Deck The Halls! His credits inclue American Housewife, Trial & Error, Better Things, and For All Mankind. Ian took the time to answer some questions for us. Check it out:

You’ve worked on multiple podcasts -- what drew you to the medium?

Well, to be honest, Lauren drew me to it because TBS was my first narrative podcast. We met at a Rocky Horror Picture Show show. Anna Lore is our mutual friend and I think Anna is just talented as all get out, so anything she’s involved I want to be in. And, I don’t know, it was just one of those lucky breaks you get where a door opens and takes you to all these cool places you never anticipated.

On podcasting though, I really appreciate how much more possible it is to tell engaging stories without the boundaries of having to afford a set and a camera and insurance and etc etc etc. Like, I grew up with Star Wars, The Matrix, Cowboy Bebop— so when I imagine the stories I like, I’m usually picturing other worlds, space ships, people with super powers and those types of stories used to have a lot higher barrier to entry to make than they do now, which is just awesome.

If you could give a character from The Bright Sessions a spinoff series, who would you choose and what would the series be called?

I mean, no surprises here, but I’d love to see Damien’s early years. And I’d be super clever and call it something like... Damien: The Early Years. I'm dying for that content a little bit actually: Damien, before he became such a bad guy. Maybe a love story that doesn’t work out and leaves him really scarred? Villains so bad they created a villain instead of a victim— that moment where we see the two roads Damien has to choose between and it totally shreds us when he makes the choice we all know he’s going to make, I mean, come ON you can see that, right? It’d be like the Star Wars prequels but without all the youngling killing and “NOOOOOOOO”’s and I want it.

Can you share a fun story or anecdote from the making of The Bright Sessions?

Haha, ok well it’s not really anything of note BUT: I remember Lauren had this area rug in her room, which as you probably know is where we would record, and it was this really nice, I think, red sort of floral rug that took up pretty much all the floor space because it was covering up the older apartment rug-floor underneath it. And it was, as I said, really cool, except it wasn’t a rug on a wood floor, right? It was a rug on a rug so it was a bit taller than the people who designed the room had planned for— the result of which was that you’d walk in and the room had this really awesome little vibe with this cute rug, and it was all very cozy, unless you looked directly behind you at the corner where the door had just spent ages scraping the surface of it, catching the corner, tearing little pieces out. And I may be getting apocryphal at this point, but I feel like by the time I had started coming around Lauren had straight up duct taped it to the floor, which really didn’t help the problem. And, I don’t know—again it’s not really anything momentous—but I just remember giving Lauren a particular amount of shit about it one day and us all having a really good laugh. And I really love that— there are jobs where you show up, keep your head down, do your work and leave, but then there are jobs like The Bright Sessions where you all get to become friends, and even if you don’t see each other for a while you sort of just get to pick up where you left off. And then those jobs turn into other jobs and you get to keep hanging out with your friends and peers and just making stuff you like— I’m a big fan of that.

If your life was a choose your own adventure, what decisions would viewers have to make on an average day?

OKAY, you wake up...

Water your garden before it gets to be 110 today, you cannot skip this step. You may however:

A) Stay out in the garden for longer if you get inspired and check if the tomatoes and peppers are ripe for picking.

Great! Now let’s make breakfast:

A) Make eggs, toast, fried tomatoes, and hash browns?

B) Make (A) But also with Bacon?

C) Make a smoothie?

D) There’s no time today, run to Whole Foods and get their incredibly priced $6 Egg, Bacon Cheese Breakfast burrito.

Awesome! You’ve eaten and now you can think. What work do you have to do?

A) Prep your audition, dummy! It’s due this afternoon, go fix your hair.

B) You have a zoom meeting with actor friends at 11 to play around with some new material, put on a hat.

C) There is nothing you have to work on so stare at your computer and wonder if there’s new project you could be working on. Try to find that project, leave your hair as it.

Wow! You really had a great (insert previous choice here), let’s get you a coffee and take a TV break. What should we watch?!

A) That new show you haven’t seen yet because you need to watch everything so you know how to work on it should you get an audition for it.

B) Harley Quinn (your favorite new cartoon).

C) Teenage Bounty Hunters.

D) Farscape.

E) Nope, you just got an audition for tomorrow, everything is off the table, start working on it (Level Complete).

Lunch Time!!!

A) Turkey sandwich with pickles from the garden?

B) Trader Joe’s Margherita Pizza with basil and peppers from the garden?

C) Are we going to start another loaf of sourdough you basic mf?

D) Yes we probably are, but also (A) and (B).

Cool! I’ve eaten lunch. Now what?

A) You haven’t finished that work from this morning. Riiiight.

B)…More Harley Quinn…?

C) Let’s make pasta from scratch!

D) Let’s make ribs! From…ribs!

F) You just got an audition for tomorrow, everything is off the table, start working on it. (Level Complete).

Bangarang! You probably chose to start cooking dinner immediately after eating lunch. You ate it (and it rocked), what now?

A) You just got an audition for tomorrow, everything is off the table, start working on it. (Level Complete)

B) DnD with squad.

C) Go on a run, dude— you’re getting a Jaba chin….

D) Bring on the chin! Let’s watch TV until 2am! Here are your options:

A) Harley Quinn (your new favorite cartoon)

B) Teenage Bounty Hunters

C) Farscape

D) Put The Office on in the background and clean your house.

Level Complete.

As you can see I’m a very food-focused person. Also, I’m going to be real, that is truly what most of my days look like and I’m low-key a little mortified that ’taking a shower’ wasn’t a game option...

Can you share your favorite piece of Bright Sessions / AM Archives fan art?

I love all the fan art that people make for my characters but this one from Franartz has always been really special to me. It’s so GQ, I just love it — and some of my favorite early AG moments are with Damien, who looks a little like he stepped out of a Gorrilaz album here— big fan. I’m a little obsessed with fan art actually, I save everything I come across— there’s a freckled red-headed series of Owen by TheFigureInTheCorner that makes me really happy. Seeing that my work has inspired someone else to make something of their own is really what’s up, you know? It makes me think about all the art and entertainment that has touched me over the years and I get a lot of joy from being a part of that cycle.

Thanks for taking the time, Ian! Give I Can Die When I'm Done a relisten right here.

#entertainment spotlight #the bright sessions #the am archives #Ian mcquown

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missymurphy1985 · 3 years

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Nobody's Perfect (part10)

Warnings - mentions of baby loss / smut

Taglist @queenshelby @margoo0 @being-worthy @peakyscillian @ntmynouis @janelongxox @elenavampire21 @noctvrnalmoth @ysmmsy @cloudofdisney @lauren-raines-x @namelesslosers

The following days of filming were tense to say the least. Helen had tried talking to Cillian but refused. He also refused to come back to your room, having booked himself his own in a different hotel. You'd tried talking to him onset but he kept his distance from you as much as possible, having arranged with Steve to push back his scenes with you until a later date. Steve hadn't asked questions, fortunately.

You had the weekend off, and had planned for the two of you to spend it with your sister and her husband in Liverpool. As you were packing your bag on the Friday afternoon, you heard your hotel door open. Turning round, you saw Cillian, bag over his shoulder.

"Hey..." You almost whispered, choking up at the sight of him. He looked like he hadn't slept for days.

"Hey. Listen - " you stopped him.

"No, you listen. I never should have said those things Cillian.. I never should have shouted at you. I never should have shut you out.. I just didn't know what to say! All the hurt, and pain.. just bottled up inside me and I couldn't keep it in any longer.. being Clara again, knowing she was having a baby, it broke my heart... I'm sorry.. I'm so fucking sorry..." He put his bag on the floor and took you in his arms, holding you as you cried for the first time in front of him. You could feel his body shake as he cried too. Months of pain and anguish came crashing out of you both as you sunk to the floor together. He hadn't realised he'd left the door open, and Helen rushed in to you in a panic, finding you kneeling on the floor together in pieces and wrapped her arms round you both, shutting the door so as not to alert anyone else. You both fell into her, as she calmed you both and stood you up.

"Now listen to me, both of you. No one deserves what you're going through, no one.. but I can't watch you both destroy yourselves over it any longer. What are your plans this weekend?" You wiped your eyes and told her you were going to your sisters for the weekend.

"Well you better let me call her, because you're not going." You both looked at her, confused. "Here's my keys. This is my and Damien's holiday home in the Lake District. Completely private, no neighbours for miles. It's yours for the weekend. Fully kitted out, groceries already bought. The girls and I have it all taken care of."

"But my sister - "

"Will understand when I call her and explain what's happening. We have every weekend off now, you can go to your sisters next weekend?" You looked at Cillian and he smiled.

"Maybe it's not such a bad idea y/n?"

"Your sister's the one I met at the premiere, right? Tall, blond, drinks like a fish?" You laughed, remembering how well Helen and your sister had got on that night doing tequila slammers and dancing like maniacs to the Macarena. "It's only about an hour away from here. If you leave now, you'll be there in time to watch the sun set over the hills. Turn your phone's off, and reconnect. Talk. And change the sheets before you leave." She smirked, before Cillian pulled her close for a hug.

"Love you Helen. You always know what to do..."

"Aunt Pol knows everything. Give me your sisters number y/n and get out of here!"

Hand in hand, you walked into the cottage and instantly blown away. It was simply beautiful. Rustic yet elegant, olde worlde yet stylish.. it screamed Helen McCrory and you both loved it. Setting your bags in the living room, Cillian made his way over to the record player in the corner and chose a record he knew you loved. Putting it on, he held out his hand. You giggled, taking it, as he pulled you close, swaying with you to the music. No words exchanged, they weren't needed.

As the song drew to a close, he lifted your chin up and leaned in, his lips meeting yours for the first time in nearly a week. Your arms pulled him closer, as your tongues met, and he slowly pushed you over to the sofa. You pulled his jacket off his shoulders before he lifted your t-shirt over your head, puling back to admire you. Reaching behind you, unclasping your bra with one hand, his eyes and hands roamed slowly over your chest and shoulders like it was the first time he'd ever seen or felt them.

He slowly unbuttoned your jeans, letting them fall to the floor along with your underwear. As you stood completely bare in front of him, you felt slightly self-conscious, and covered yourself a little.

"Don't. Let me look at you. You're beautiful, don't you know that?"

"I haven't felt it for a while."

"And that's my fault. Let me make you feel beautiful?" You nodded as he guided you to the bedroom down the hall. Walking in, you both saw rose petals over the fresh bedsheets, as well as a bottle of champagne on ice with two glasses.

"They went all out didn't they?" You smiled as he lay you down onto the bed. His lips carefully caressed over your neck, down your collarbone and over your breasts as you arched your back at his touch, sending tingles down your spine.

He kissed over your belly, down to your hips, and parted your legs slowly. He blew softly against your core, making you shudder, as his tongue lapped from the bottom up to your clit, circling it gently. You were panting now, desperate for release. His fingers brushed over your thighs and into your groin, before easing two fingers inside you, sliding in effortlessly as if they were made for this purpose alone. His mouth was torture on you, you could feel your orgasm building.

"Please... Cillian..." You begged, raising your hips to meet his tongue. He responded perfectly - upping the pressure and speed of his tongue as he drove you over the edge, you came crying his name. With one more gentle kiss to your clit, he stood up, once again admiring you silently. You sat up and pulled at the zipper on his jeans. Pulling them down with his boxer shorts and taking his hard cock in your hand. Giving it a few gentle pumps, watching his mouth fall open slightly, you smirked as your mouth took him in, he gasped when he felt the back of your throat. Licking up the shaft and over the head, you swallowed him down again, his hand on the back of your head, pulling the pony tail out so he could grip your hair. You groaned into his cock, feeling it twitch in your mouth as he pulled your hair, you could hear him groaning above you, spurring you on.

"Y/n.. I'm gonna come..." You bobbed your mouth faster, and felt him cum deep down your throat, swallowing every drop down.

"Fuck woman... Your mouth is incredible..." He pushed you back onto the bed and lined himself up against you.

For a man over 40, he had the libido of a 25 year old around you, it wasn't long until he was ready to go again.

Pushing you back, he lined himself up against your entrance and pushed in slowly, savouring each second feeling you clench your muscles around him.

"Missed this.." you gasped as he bottomed out, and he kissed you again, moving his hips back and forth easily. A steady rhythm, his forehead against yours as you breathed heavily against each other, looking into each others eyes. Your legs wrapped around his body as high as you could get them, he hooked one of your knees up with his elbow and thrust a little harder, sending you spiralling again. A few more strokes and you came together, you held him tight against you until he'd softened completely, not wanting to let him go.

You'd talked most of the night about everything, in-between more love-making and drawing pleasurable moans from each other, before falling asleep finally around 2am. The following morning, you were making him breakfast in the large kitchen area when he came through wearing his boxer shorts and stood watching you from the doorway.

"You know, I was gonna head to Ireland last night before Helen came in," he confessed.

"I know. I saw the plane ticket on our online banking app. I thought you were leaving me..."

"No, I just needed space. But now I know it isn't space I need, it's you. Only you. I'm sorry I've put you through this y/n..." You turned the hob down and made your way over to him, linking your body against his.

"You know I've never once blamed you, for any of this? I thought we were a team?"

"We are, but you're not the one who's infertile y/n."

"WE are going through this - not ME. We. We have one more round of IVF to go, and if that doesn't work then we'll work it out - okay?"

"I'm worried you'll end up leaving me.."

"Shut up Murphy for the love of God!" You laughed slapping his chest. "Nothing would make me leave you, okay? I could have 100 babies with anyone, but I want one with YOU, and only you. No more talk of leaving, deal?" You booped your nose against his and grinned.

"Deal."

#cillian smut #cillian murphy #cillian x fem!reader #cillian murphy x reader

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cherrehx · 3 years

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okay so its 2am right now and I just thought of something really cute hhhh, so basically, how would kaminari, kirishima, todoroki and bakugou react to finding ship art or something of them and their crush?? I love your writing btw, it's so awesome 💕💕

super long wait, i know. half of this was written when bnha was still my hyperfixation, hence why it's one shots. the headcanons were written now, because i felt bad leaving out denki and eijirou. -cherry

katsuki bakugō:

it was just after nine in the afternoon. katsuki had already gone to sleep as per usual, though tonight he was rudely interrupted by loud knocking on his room's door.

"the hell do you want, loser?!", he shouted, still unsure of who was even at his door. everyone knew by now not to disturb him, so who dared to do so anyways?

getting out of bed and proceeding to open the door, the ash blond was slightly less angered when he saw eijirou standing there. said red head looked frantic because of something. bakugou honestly didn't even want to know what had got him so distraught, but he knew he wouldn't get his well deserved sleep otherwise,

"spit it out, shitty hair."

"we were looking at pictures from the sports festival online and we found something that you should maybe see for yourself!", eijirou started, realizing that he wasn't getting his friend's attention, so he added, "it's about you and (y/n)!"

kirishima was the only one that knew about bakugou's secret crush on you. that's why he wasn't laughing like everyone else in the common room; because what they found may cause complications.

after kirishima had mentioned your name, bakugou was swiftly jogging towards where almost all of his class was sitting gathered around a laptop, which seemed to be mina's, judging by all the leopardy and pink stickers on it.

"out of the way extras!", katsuki stomped over to see what all the fuss was about. from the corner of his eye he saw how you were cowering next to one of the couches, face covered by your hands. at first he couldn't understand why, but when he saw a particular piece of artwork displayed on the laptop screen, he figured you were just majorly embarrassed.

the art that his class found on google was from somebody's blog that was all about the 'heroes of the future!'. needless to say, the blog didn't only deal with the heroes, but also the relationships of them. ever since an encounter at the sports festival that a lot of people saw and shared around, you and bakugou had become a popular so called ship. (the girls explained that 'ship' didn't mean anything related to boats when they teased you about mentioned moment in front of him.)

katsuki couldn't help but feel embarrassed himself, but he also had to keep his cool to not seem suspicious. looking at the drawing of you and him one more time, the ash blond walked over to you, ignoring anything his class was saying.

"(y/n), you ok?", he crouched down to your level, poking your head once. his only response was a quiet hum, followed by a hiccup. worried, katsuki grabbed your hand tightly and pulled you outside the dorm.

the air was nice, not too hot, nor too cold. a light wind was blowing as the moon shone brightly.

bakugou gave you a little space and some time to calm down. when you did, he was quick to ask,

"what's the matter? did you get THAT embarrassed by it?"

you shook your head no. it was something more, but was this the right time to tell him?

"i was really embarrassed at first.", you started, "but then i thought about something and cried."

"about what?", the usually loud boy asked softly. silence was all he got for a good minute until you finally responded,

"you know how they say 'life imitates art'? i really wish it w-was like that..."

now you were the one getting silence as a response. did you really just say that?

"idiot, being all cryptic and shit.", katsuki tried to stay calm, even if he was freaking out on the inside, "if you want a kiss you can have it."

shōto todoroki:

mr. aizawa's classes had a pretty strict schedule most of the time: first the class would get an assignment, that they'd do until said teacher falls asleep. after that, everyone would quietly - in order to not wake up aizawa - do anything they want, really.

for shouto this was more or less just plainly boring, as he was one of the few students that actually did what they had to. he'd finish his work and then wait, because he had nothing else to do. he was most likely to bother midoriya, but today he was very into whatever he was writing down in his little book. so shouto settled for observing the classmates behaviour. well, rather your behaviour.

the half and half boy knew it was weird, but he liked watching you. he liked seeing you, especially when you were happy and smiling. todoroki knew what these 'symptoms' were, but he wanted everything to stay as it was for now.

why he had caught those feelings, he didn't know. he figured it was the way you stood out. you didn't get lost in between the others and he liked that.

while todoroki was deep in thought, ashido had walked over to your desk, where you were doing the assignment in peace and quiet,

"(y/n), look! the other's and i thought about how todoroki always stares at you so intensely, so we created these shipnames! which one do you like better?"

you looked at the paper or rather the newly created words and little pictures drawn by some of your classmates and immediately turned red. flailing your hands around a little, you lied,

"none of these, i don't...like todoroki in that way."

mina looked a tad upset at that, but she understood, nodded and walked back to her table. you sort of felt bad, having killed her excitement, but you didn't need anyone knowing about your secret crush on the stoic one.

speaking of the stoic one, he couldn't hear anything you and mina had talked about. he only saw her walking over, showing you something and you freaking out and sending her away. needless to say, he was curious what had caught you off guard so much. when shouto saw mina throwing away that suspicious piece of paper, he decided to look at it when class ended. even if he thought sticking his hand in the trash was a little gross.

the end of class came sooner than expected. shouto was packing his bag slower than usual, waiting until everyone had left. after they did, he skipped over to the trash can, pulling out the latest addition: a piece of paper that embarrassed (y/n)!

he stuffed it in his bag and carried on walking to his dorm room, where he finally felt safe looking at it, " 'ship names'? why would they want to name a boat after (y/n) and i?", he asked himself, before a certain doodle on the page explained your reaction and the girls' name-mixing. even shouto couldn't help but react in some way, thinking about said doodle happening in real life. that's when he got startled by a knock on his door.

"hey, todoroki. i know you always do your work in class, so i thought i'd come and ask you about...", you drifted off, seeing the light blush on his cheeks and his fire side burning, "...umm, am i interrupting something?"

he was hiding a piece of paper behind his back. you could see just the corner of it, but that was enough for you to identify what paper it was.

"didn't take you for the nosey type.", you akwardly laughed in order to drown out your embarrassment.

"sorry, i got curious.", he looked unusually upset, averting his heterochromatic eyes and letting his arms drop on his sides. you confirmed the paper was indeed the one that mina showed you earlier.

"did you dislike it a lot?", shouto asked without thinking.

now it was your turn to blush.

denki kaminari:

-ok hear me out

-his love language has to be physical touch

-so naturally, when you guys and the rest of the bakusquad had a sleepover, you cuddled

-platonically of course (even though both of you had feelings for one another, but shh)

-oh, but mina couldn't let this one slip

-she HAD to take a picture

-in the morning, when you were still only half awake, mina ecstatically showed her phone into your face

-"LOOK, (Y/N), YOU GUYS ARE THE CUTEST!"

-queue embarrassed (y/n) and denki

eijirō kirishima:

-i feel like with him, you had been like childhood friends

-and back in the day, you guys were all like

-"i'm gonna marry you when i'm older!"

-so you engraved a little "eijirō & (y/n)" into a tree

-years and years later you guys go back to that spot

-just because you wanted to reminisce the good old days

-you guys find the carvings

-"you know, (y/n), i still haven't changed my mind."

-"what do you mean, eijirou?"

-"i'd still marry you."

#headcanons #eijirou kirishima x reader #one shots #katsuki bakugou x reader #denki kaminari x reader #shouto todoroki x reader #x reader #shōto todoroki #eijirō kirishima #katsuki bakugō #bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #bnha x reader #fanfiction

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dex-xe · 3 years

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“Can I at least tell my side of the story?” Young mischievous Thomas and Francis crashing his parents’ party?

Thomas & Francis General #40: “Can I at least tell my side of the story?”

(Just fyi,, I haven’t proofread this and it was written at 2am so if it makes no sense I apologise!! XD But yeh,, I enjoyed this one!! Also tiny bit of underage drinking, literally just kids sipping their parents drinks.)

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“Cousin, this is a rather poor idea!” Little 10 year old Thomas said. He shivered in the cold night as he leant back against a tree, trying hard not to dirty the jacket of his best suit.

“Hush, Thomas!’ Francis clambered up over a fallen tree and reached down to take the young Thomas by the wrist and pull him up. “Won’t it be wonderful: To see, once and for all, what these events are like!”

The boys continued their trek through the woods towards Francis’ home, determined in their efforts to explore the adult world.

Francis was meant to be staying the night at the Thorne’s large country home as his parent’s hosted the party of the season at theirs. He’d been taken to Thomas’ in the late afternoon and ordered to stay; to spend the night playing games with his cousin and get an early night.

And yet, once the servants had shut the boys in Thomas’ bedroom having provided them with warm milk and extra blankets, Francis had pulled Thomas back up, thrown him his Sunday best clothes, and dragged him towards the bedroom window.

“I’ll go first, then you jump after, yes?” Francis had said. He’d lifted the window open with ease and dropped carefully onto the floor below before holding his arms up to Thomas. “Come, cousin! Jump and I’ll catch you!”

“Where are we going?” Thomas had shouted down to him, climbing out anyway.

So they headed through the woods for the half an hour walk to Francis’ house only down the road, twigs and leaves crunching beneath their perfectly polished shoes.

Thomas was well known for following precisely what his slightly older, and much more popular cousin told him to do. As terrible an idea as trudging through the forest in the middle of the night to crash a ball that children were most definitely not allowed to was, Thomas couldn’t help but feel the anticipation mixed with nerves rise in his chest as the glow from the large open windows of the Button’s house came into view through the dappled trees.

The boys jumped the beautifully manicured hedge into the garden of the Button Family’s huge manor house. They tiptoed through the bushes, ducking and diving to avoid the gaze of high-society members talking in the gardens.

Upon finally reaching the ballroom, both boys were struck by the deafening noise of the ton talking and laughing and the delightful undertones of the string quartet playing on stage.

Thomas gazed up in awe at the variety of flowing sophisticated dresses and sharp suits that graced the forms of his society higher-ups, safe in the knowledge that he’d soon be donning his best clothes to join the merriments.

“Here, cousin!” Francis tapped him on the shoulder, breaking him from the transfixed stare he had on the others. “Eat this!” Francis thrust a small jam and cream cake into his hand. Thomas took a bite. He could’ve fainted: if parties were always like this, he never wanted to leave. Forget being a boisterous ten year old, what was that compared to the heaven of flowing music, perfectly delicious food, and the swell of pleasantries exchanged between society friends.

“Cousin!” Thomas was once again awoken from daydream by Francis pressing something into his hand but this time something that thoroughly shocked naive Thomas: a small flute of champagne.

“Cousin, we mustn’t!” Thomas exclaimed.

“Why not? How fun is this?” Francis took a swig of champagne as if it were orange juice around the family breakfast table. Attempting to copy his more mature cousin, Thomas took a mouthful, immediately descending into splutters as the champagne fizzled up his nose.

“Master Francis!” A voice called out. Both boys scrambled to drop their glasses onto the table and smooth down their clothes to look as presentable as two ten year olds in oversized suits at a party well out of their depth could look.

“You shouldn’t be down here, Master Francis!” A man in an elegant tuxedo approached the boys: Lord Seabrooke - one of the most powerful men in the high-society world Thomas and Francis were about to grow into. A firm but fair man, one that two ten year old boys certainly wouldn’t want to cross. “Shouldn’t you be in bed, boys?”

Thomas was about to speak up, apologise to his Lordship before sheepishly hiding behind the drinks table, but Francis got there first.

“Actually, your Lordship, my mother has given us permission to have a little look around,” Francis said confidently.

“She did say that,” Thomas agreed, modding slightly less self-assured than his wilful cousin.

“Did she now?” Lord Seabrooke scoffed. “Pray tell, why would your rather honourable mother possibly allow two boys to wander around her delightful ball?”

“Indeed, your Lordship,” Francis claimed. “Mother has been trying to prepare us for our entry into society. She says we are to observe the ball and study for our entry into society.”

“The pair of you shan’t enter the ton for at least another decade,” Lord Seabrooke commented.

“Yes, well,” Francis said as confidently as ever. “The more preparation the better, and some of us need it more than others.” He turned and glanced Thomas up and down, his eyes burning judgement into his cousin’s form. Lord Seabrooke followed his gaze, his eyes settling on the scuffed hole in the knee of Thomas’ best suit - he must have done it climbing through the woods.

“Hmm. Well, I suppose if your mother has allowed this, I shan’t impose.”

“Thomas Henry Thorne!” A voice screeched from across the hall, her voice rising high above the clamour of the ballroom. The boys whipped around to watch Thomas’ mother, Violet, marching her way across the dance floor fury in her eyes.

“What, in all that’s holy, are you doing here?” She caught a handful of Thomas’ jacket material, swiping at Francis as well as she barrelled the boys out of the room and into a nearby study slamming the door behind them. “What do you think you’re doing, boys! I left the two of you at home under strict instruction! How did you even get here?”

“Well, it was quite the adventure, mother!” Thomas was overcome with the trepidation of his trip through the woods and the excitement and wonder at seeing his first ever ball.

“I care not for what adventures you’ve been on!” Violet hissed. “How did you think this would be a good idea? You know you’re not allowed here!”

“If I may, can I at least tell my side of the story?” Thomas queried. Violet shot him a glare before he started. “You see, we were talking about what parties are like and wanted to see.”

He turned towards Francis, who was also glaring, debating how best to approach his mother’s interrogations. He took a deep breath, bracing himself.

“It was Francis.”

“You fiend!” Francis swiped at Thomas hitting him squarely in the chest. “This was your idea as much as mine!”

“Poppycock! Cousin took me through the woodland and said no one would question us here, which of course Lord Seabrooke, the nosy old git, proved wrong.”

“Thomas Thorne!” Violet snapped. “How dare you, young man! He is a respected member of society, working to ensure that our family are behaving respectfully. He was well within his right to accost you for galavanting around the Button’s party like wild animals.”

“But mother, we are simply preparing for our presentation to the ton!” Thomas cried.

“That is merely the lie you told the Honorable Seabrooke, do not think you shall fool me too!” Violet said. “Francis, I expect this from you.” Francis scoffed and went to object, before Violet waved him away. “But Thomas, this is simply unacceptable from you!”

“Mother, please just let us stay,” Thomas begged, moments from dropping to his knees and praying to her. “It’s just so perfect and romantic and gorgeous. I just cannot wait until we’re presented!”

“I have already requested a carriage, and Alistair has been told you’re on your way back.”

Thomas cringed, well aware that head servant Alistair would not be best pleased with his young master sneaking out the window. In fact, Thomas was quite sure Alistair’s face would turn the most pleasing shade of purple he often did when Thomas misbehaved, working incredibly hard to keep his fury in check.

The short carriage ride back to Thomas’ was spent mostly in silence as the two boys contemplated their adventure out and the reality of being able to one day enter society along with his parents.

Francis finally broke the silence: “it was worth it, though!”

“Oh, utterly!” The boys broke into fits of grins and giggles.

#bbc ghosts #ficbymax

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poguesofthebau · 4 years

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Idea to write for OBX!!!! The pogues just having a good evening together, like playing truth or dare like 16 year olds before the events of the show take place!!

heyo all, writing is hard for me recently so i decided that i would do something based off what real life is like right now with a lil inspo from this request tossed in :) hope you like it!! (naturally, reader is dating jj in this bc i can’t help myself hehe oops)

summary: jj, y/n, and the rest of the pogues (including sarah) live in the world we’re all currently living in: quarantine. so what happens when the craziest friend group in the obx are trapped inside the Chateau for weeks at a time without any authority figures or outsiders? to put it simply, anarchy happens. (alternate summary: what i wish i was doing during this stupid quarantine instead of sitting in my room to avoid my parents’ hovering.) (alternate, simple summary: a hot ass day in quarantine with the pogues.) word count: 2101

sticky. why the hell were you sticky?

you opened your eyes with a deep groan, peeling yourself from jj with a disgusted look on your face. “jj, get off of me.” you’d both been laying on your stomachs as you slept, but the boy had somehow wound up directly on top of you. it would’ve been kind of endearing, cute almost, to wake up so close to jj, if it wasn’t so fucking hot.

someone across the room laughed lightly, and you slipped out from under jj and flipped onto your back, sitting up and squinting to see who it was. when you saw sarah, kie, and pope staring at you from the table a few feet away from the pull-out couch, you let out an annoyed puff of air, raking a hand through your bedhead to slightly calm it. leaning back on your hands, you glanced back down at your boyfriend. his nose was scrunched up, and his hand started rustling around the sheets until it made contact with your right calf. satisfied, his face relaxed again. before you could look back to your friends, pope was speaking. “i don’t know how the two of you managed to sleep like that all night. with those body temperatures combined, i’m pretty sure you should’ve burst into flames by like, 2am.”

“c’mon, pope,” sarah smirked. “they’re in love. their feelings for each other, they’re hotter than anything. like, hotter than--”

“hotter than the flames in hell!” kie interrupted proudly. “and the obx may feel like it’s hotter than that already, but--”

“nothing compares to their sacred, burning love.” sarah and kie both smiled smugly at their own ability to finish each other’s sentences, fist bumping as pope shook his head. “that was good. i love us.” the girls giggled again, and you couldn’t help but laugh a bit too.

“can you corny fucks shut the hell up? a guy can never get a wink of sleep around here, shit.” with that, jj was rolling over, too, a very unimpressed look plastered on his face as he scolded his friends. not as eager to be awake as you had been, jj groaned as he stretched, flopping into your lap on his back when he was finally done waking himself up. your hands naturally found their way to his hair, scratching at his scalp subconsciously as you looked around at the mess of the Chateau. “where’s jb at? and why is it so fucking hot in here?”

“you can’t really complain about body temps when you’re curled up in your girlfriend’s lap like a cat, bro,” pope pointed out. jj rolled his eyes as pope continued. “but since you asked so nicely, it’s the first heat wave of the year-- you’d know that if you ever listened to anything i say throughout the day. john b’s out trying to get food and water and stuff before it’s all gone.”

jj muttered something under his breath about wishing pope had gone out with their other friend as his eyes closed again at the feeling of your fingertips on his hairline. “you know what we should do today?”

“make out? at least let me brush my teeth first, you animal,” jj interjected. you flicked his nose, ignoring the comment otherwise. “oh, so you don’t wanna make out? alright, y/n, but just remember, it’s your rule!”

“jj, why does everything always have to be about you?”

“i have needs, kie!”

“okay, okay, okay, i think y/n had an idea. let the woman speak!” sarah quickly redirected.

“thank you,” you smiled pointedly at sarah. “i think-- and tell me if there are any objections-- i think, maybe, we should day-drink.”

as soon as the words left your mouth, the door beside you was swinging open with a creak, john b bursting into the room. “did someone say-- DAY-DRINK?” he held up a six pack of beer in each hand, that bright and proud john b grin plastered on his face. the entire group cheered, jumping up to help him bring in the groceries he’d gotten his hands on. “thanks to mr. c’s non-existent credit card limit, we are now loaded. thanks kie!” he tossed her dad’s card back on the table, the curly haired girl laughing at his words. kiara had somehow convinced her parents that spending her quarantine with the pogues at john b’s house was an acceptable idea, and they had even given her an emergency credit line for necessities and necessities only.

beer was an absolute need for the pogues, to be fair.

----

a few hours later, everyone was pretty day-drunk, so to speak.

sarah was currently engaged in a deep conversation with pope about why, exactly, he wanted to be a coroner so badly. you were in the middle of an arm-wrestling tournament against john b, with jj and kie passing the group’s second blunt of the afternoon back and forth. “y/n, your hand is fucking slippery!”

“fuck you, john b! it’s sweaty! haven’t you noticed that it’s a million damn degrees in this place?”

the arm wrestling tourney came to a close soon after, and the group went back to sweating, smoking, and throwing back beers. your feet wound up in jj’s lap as you tried to fan yourself with an empty, folded up cardboard box that one of the six-packs had come in. “hey kie, do you think your dad would mind if we used his credit card to buy a decent air conditioning system for this shithole? no offense, john b.”

“actually, y/n, i kind of take offense to that. just a little, you know?” you stuck your tongue out at your friend, throwing your piece of cardboard at him.

“you know, guys,” sarah spoke up. “me and my sister used to play this game--”

“oh, sarah, please tell me it’s not truth or dare with no dare.” john b’s face twisted into disapproval, and it was sarah’s turn to stick her tongue out at him.

“it is truth or dare with no dare, and i don’t hear any better ideas from anyone else, so we’re playing.”

jj’s hand came down on your ankle as he sat up and looked at the other blonde of the group. “actually, i’m thinking me and y/n will just roll another blunt and go hide in the guest room. that would be a better idea, i think.”

“no way, dumbass! if we have to do it, you two are sticking around for it too. pogues never abandon pogues, remember?” kie and her rules. “so, who starts?”

“well usually when i’ve played before it’s only been two people, so maybe i’ll ask the first question and we can all go around and answer?” jj groaned at this new development, causing you to smile. you flopped around on the futon a bit until your side was pressed against his, and he threw his arm around your shoulders once you’d settled. “okay, first question. um, let’s see... i don’t know. what’s the weirdest dream you’ve ever had?”

----

“weirdest place you’ve ever had sex. three, two, one, go!” jj pointed to john b, and the entire group erupted into laughter. john b was clearly struggling to think of an answer, and jj, who had become strangely invested in hour-long game, was running out of patience. “c’mon, man!”

“jesus christ, jj, i don’t know!” john b choked out through his laughs. “a bell tower, i guess?”

“great! sarah? where’ve ya done it, kook princess?” that one earned a smack on the arm from you, and jj quickly rephrased. “sorry! i meant, uh, where’ve ya-- i don’t know. just-- what’s your answer?”

sarah glanced between john b and jj, hesitating before she answered. “conveniently enough, my answer is also... a bell tower.”

with the ruckus that answer caused, you weren’t expecting the game to end any time soon.

----

“oh, my god. i finally don’t feel like i’m burning alive anymore.” pope threw his arms victoriously above his head as he made the statement, kie smiling at him and wrapping an arm around his waist.

“that’s how fucked the weather’s gonna be forever if humans don’t start taking care of the planet, pope. isn’t that crazy?” pope looked at her and nodded with a slightly terrified look in his eye, not finding the person kie became when drunk completely trustworthy to not flip out on him for his history of littering and excessive plastic use.

“you know, guys,” john b called out, quickly changing the subject. “this is kind of insane.”

“what do you mean, johnny boy? what’s so insane about a heat wave?” your head was pretty much buried in jj’s chest as you spoke, with his hands slowly tracing big circles in your back. the last blunt of the night had just been smoked, and it was hitting you both a little harder than the others had. for the past few minutes, you’d been thinking about you and jj finally making your way to the guest room for the more intimate one-on-one time that the weed had made you crave. as soon as he’d put the roach down, you’d crawled into his lap. the temperature had dropped reasonably, and the sticky feeling you’d experienced that morning was now completely out of the picture. your left hand was wrapped around jj’s neck, your right just hidden under his shirt as your thumb stroked back and forth just above his hip. jj had watched you nuzzle into that position through hooded red eyes with a little amused smile playing his lips, before returning the physical affection by sliding one hand reassuringly onto the back of your neck and letting the other draw shapes into your back.

by the time john b had finished gazing around lovingly at the group before answering, you had almost forgotten about having asked a question to begin with. “not the heat wave, y/n.” his correction reminded you of what the conversation had been, and your tilted your head up to make eye contact with jj. when you locked eyes, you knew jj was thinking the same thing as you: john b’s about to get corny and emotional. and you were both right. “seriously, look at us. isn’t this crazy?” you and jj smiled at each other, and you placed a loving kiss on his jawline before refocusing your sight on john b. “how did we all end up together? i mean, three losers who met in elementary school,” john b listed, looking to you and jj with a bright smile as you felt jj squeeze your neck lightly. “a weird kid who, for some reason, is totally obsessed with dead bodies and shit,” pope looked a john b awkwardly as kie giggled, slipping her hand into pope’s. “and a couple of fucking kooks.” sarah hummed from her spot next to john b, kie sarcastically saluting with her free hand. “you guys, somehow, we all got together, all found each other. what are the odds of that? what are the odds that we found this totally perfect, totally dysfunctional but perfect little family?”

before you could stop yourself, you felt the first tear slip down your face. “fuck you, john b,” you muttered quietly, taking your hand out from under jj’s shirt to swipe at the wetness on your face. scrubbing away the rest of the tears in your eyes before they could escape, you put your hand back down on jj’s arm this time.

“yeah, fuck you, john b. why you makin’ my girl cry, bro?” everyone chuckled softly, admiring each other in the moment. “alright, though, really. since she’s already crying, i guess i should say it now.” your head lifted back up to look at jj, and he looked back down at you as he continued. “i love you.” as you both broke into smiles, he looked back to your friends. “i love all of you guys. you’re all annoying as fuck, and i know i live for giving you all a hard time and stuff. but seriously. this is my family. pogues forever.”

“shit,” kie muttered this time, her thumb swiping under her own eyes as pope looked down at her adoringly. “pogues forever, guys. thank you for taking in us stupid kooks and letting us be who we are. pogues for-fucking-ever.”

“as corny as it sounds, i feel like we’re kind of required to group hug now,” pope added. “everybody up! i love you sickos and psychos, criminal records and all!”

and then, you all hugged the shit out of each other. pogue style.

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oki-writes · 3 years

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Word count: 1.3k

Summary: You and Kageyama have a child together. Living life as third years and teen parents.

Warning: teen pregnancy and cursing (looking at you Tsukki and Kags)

Your POV.

“Tobio how do I look” you spin in place showing off your new uniform for your third year.

Kageyama reply’s with a simply fine, while wrapping his arms around you.

Nobody’s POV.

Walking into your son’s room you start to get his day bag ready. Diapers, bottles, extra clothes, toys, wipes, and snacks. Lastly you put some extra cash for Miwa just in case.

Once finished you set out to dress Hiroto. Settling with a simply white button up and black shorts. Aiming to not make him stick out when he gets drop out at school later in the day.

The only reason for this though was because you were an A+ student. Also your afternoon class wasn't really academic based since you told most of them during your break. All you had to worry about was after school with the volleyball club since you were the manager along with Yachi. But, that was to worry about later. Your little family was ready for their first day of their last year of school.

Your POV.

“Miwa you sure you got Hiroto. I can always stay hom-“

“No you get to school. I’ll drop him off at lunch for you. Now get, don't be late. This is your last year, enjoy it because last year you really couldn’t. Now not but go on” Miwa said while pushing you out the door.

“Kags I don’t want to leave him, let’s go back home”

Kageyama just glanced at you with the look that said “keep walking or I’ll drag you”. I wonder how everyone on the team is going to react seeing Hiroto for the first time in a while. Ohhh. I forgot we have first years, it’s going to be so awkward to explain to them. Calm down (y/n) you got this. This is your years so own it.

“Um (n/n) what are you thinking about, you look stupid right now with that face”

“Oh shit up Tobio, I’m just thinking about having to explain to the new first years in the club about our child that’s all” you gripped his hand.

“Okay boke”

Wow I hadn’t seen the school for a while hopefully I don’t get lost. I’m sure they remodeled it looks different. Now where’s my class...ummm oh class 3-5.

“Bye babe see you later” I gave Kageyama a kiss and walked into class. Surprisingly I was pretty early and the only other people inside the room were Yachi, Yams, and Tsukki. I noticed they haven’t seen me come in, so being the great friend I was I creep behind Tsukki and...jumped on his back like a maniac.

“Oi who the fu- (Y/N)!!!!”

“Hey pals”

After the funny reunion people started to pile inside the classroom. Some of my classmates walked up to me and congratulated me for giving birth. Even the teacher that I recognized was my first year teacher, they must’ve been moved up to third years. Class started after everyone reintroduced themselves. At the end my teacher wanted to see the pictures of Hiroto that I have, so of course I showed them. As everyone said before “He looks just like Kageyama just with your eyes”. After that I got a text from Miwa saying she was at the front office to drop off Hiroto. I excused myself and left to pick up my son. Surprisingly Tobio was there waiting for me with Hiroto in his arms.

Your POV.

“Hey babe, I would have gotten him. I thought you wanted to practice some before school ended.”

“I did, but some of our friends wanted to see him and I was about to text you to meet me at the gym to have lunch with them.”

After the clarification, we guys walked to the gym. Hiroto was taking a nap when he got dropped off. I was planning to wake him up when we got there. After a few minutes we reach our friends inside.

“Hey guys we’re here sorry for being late”

“It’s fine” Hinata yelled then looking at the sleeping baby in Tobio’s arms

“I’m so sorry for yelling. I didn’t know he was asleep, Kageyama don’t hurt me” Hinata ran behind Yachi to avoid getting hit.

“Shoyo it’s fine I was about to wake him up anyways to eat or should I say drink” I walked up to Tobio and started to wake up Hiroto. He opened his big eyes and started to look around the room. He recognized Yachi since she came over a lot to help me with my studies after I gave birth.

After giving him his bottle I put him down onto the blanket we set out and let him crawl around. The conversation we had all together was basically about how Tobio was feeling about being a father. Also some funny moments that I told our friend group. For instance, me waking up at 2am because Tobio couldn’t remember how to make a bottle and failing miserably to the point he woke up the whole house screaming “(Y/N) HOW THE FUCK DO YOU MAKE A BOTTLE” or the time Hiroto throw up on him right after he got out the shower.

Tobio of course didn’t want me to say any of that and called me boke the whole time. But, I thought it was cute.

After that funny conversation, I looked and didn't see my son with us anymore. “WHERE IS HIROTO” after I shouted that Tsukki walked back to us with Hiroto in his arms, stating that he was by the volleyballs trying to play with them. I thanked Tsukki for finding him and looked at Kags because he was just asleep. But, I can’t be that mad since he was up all last night with Hiroto.

Soon the bell rang signaling we had to go back to class. Yams and Tsukki went back to our classroom, while Yachi and I walked to the music room since we both got the afternoon free of academic class till next semester. The music room was pretty much quite beside the small orchestra that was playing. We decided to work on some homework while Hiroto played with some of the first years inside the room. I looked over checking on him and saw that he needed a diaper change. Apparently a first year had a baby sister and he offered to change him while I continued my homework.

An hour later the small orchestra left and Yachi suggested we go to the little garden at the back of the school since we finish our homework and plan what we’re going to do for the volleyball club today.

Nobody’s POV.

Yachi and (y/n) with Hiroto in Yachi’s arms reached the garden. Going over some activities they could do with the first years to make them feel included with the teams. Pulling out the list of people who were in the teams you guys started to try to remember all the names.

1st years:

Misuki Kenji

Otauka Jiro

Kudo Eito

Ando Ren

2nd years:

Ono Yokuto

Mori Koji

Sato Hisato

3rd years:

Kageyama Tobio

Hinata Shoyo

Tsukishima Kei

Yamaguchi Tadashi (Captain)

Managers:

HitokaYachi

Kuroo (Y/N)

From what the papers say a lot of these players came from power house schools so that’s a plus. So today instead of a team valuation, they planned a team bonding activity. You guys went over a list of different activities they could do and decided on two. One is just a pass and toss and the other is just a 6 v 6 match. After going over the finishing touches you guys started to make your way to the court to set up.

The bell rang and the first one there was Yams and then the other third years arrived. They already changed into their gym clothes and Kags came up to you and grabbed Hiroto from you. Later the second years arrived, they congratulated you again for having Hiroto. Now the first years were all that’s left.

“Hello is this the gym for the volleyball club”

Next.

Hey guys this the first chapter in my first every series. I’m still working on a update schedule but I plane to at least have one ch. per week even more if possible.

Also I usually do I have Spanish word of the day and today’s work is crow: el cuervo

@humanitysbiggestsimp @french-girl-online @yeehawslap

#Boke #Kageyama #kageyama x reader #tobio x y/n #haikyuu tobio #yachi x you #tsukkishima kei #yachi hitoka #hinata shōyō #hq yamaguchi #Kageyama Tobio

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sambergscott · 4 years

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your son is going to love you

Summary: Peralta dads are cursed, destined to have terrible relationships with their sons. When Jake finds out *he's* going to have a son, he spirals. Amy helps.

goes without saying that if you haven’t watched 7x10 yet maybe don’t read this

She wakes up at 2am needing to pee.

She’s been waking up needing to pee a lot lately.

It’s like their baby has no respect for her sleeping pattern, perfectly honed over the years to maximise productivity, while still fitting in the full 8 hours of sleep needed a day. Their baby doesn’t care about the 8 hour recommendation, he laughs in the face of scientists. With the bad back and heart burn and constant kick, kick, kicking of her bladder, she’s averaging 4.7. She thought babies didn’t start keeping you up all night until they were born but, oh, how wrong she was.

She pats her husband to wake him up and come keep her company. If she’s awake because of their baby, then damn it, he’s going to be awake, too. But he’s not there, leaving her hand awkwardly patting a bare mattress.

“Jake?” She murmurs groggily, sitting up and switching on her bedside lamp. She’s half-expecting him to be sitting in the armchair playing Mario Party on his Switch (he has become a little bit addicted in the last few months and it wouldn’t be the first time she’s found him trying to beat Wario in the early hours of the morning) or have left a note beside her bed that he had a lead on a case and needed to go in with a scribbled ‘love you’ underneath and a lopsided heart. The armchair is empty, but there’s a light on down the hall and since there’s no way she forgot to turn it off before bed (she triple checks), she figures that it must be Jake.

Forgetting the whole reason why she woke up in the first place, she grabs Jake’s hoodie from the floor for warmth and pads into their living-kitchen-dining area. It’s the open plan-ness that made her fall in love with the apartment upon first visit and submit all her paperwork as soon as she was out the door. It’s the open plan-ness that would make the Property Brothers proud and the dumb people who go on that show foam at the mouth with jealousy. It’s the open plan-ness that allows her to see her husband straight away, snacking on the unfinished party food.

(Apparently people don’t feel like eating after a man cuts his thumb off and spurts blood everywhere. Who’d have thought?)

There’s a weird, pensive look on his face that draws her towards him.

“You OK, babe?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” he responds. He pops a tomato from the salad bowl in his mouth, then another, then another.

She narrows her eyes. He never eats tomatoes unless they’re in ketchup or on top of a famous Sal’s pizza. Something is wrong.

She thinks back on their day, mentally rewinding the events from waking up to the morning briefing to their private sex reveal in the break room and finding out they’re having a boy (the empty cake box and blue frosting around Scully’s mouth was very surprising indeed). They were both floating on Cloud 9 all afternoon, came home and Zoomed the entire family, falling asleep on the couch around 9.30pm because pregnancy is exhausting.

Nothing particularly awful stands out.

Unless...

“Are you thinking about your Grandpa?”

He’d been so excited to see him again, so excited to reunite Walter Peralta with Roger, The Admiral with the Captain. To be honest, Amy was less than impressed. He’d been nice enough to her, asked her about her job, about the baby, small talked about the weather. But he never asked her about Jake, probed about the 20 odd years of his grandson’s life that he’d missed out on. Which is frustrating because she has a lot of embarrassing stories ready to tell and a whole photo album of Jake on her phone. He couldn’t care less about Roger or Jake, storming out of the sex reveal party after calling his son a screw up and turning off his phone so they couldn’t get in contact with him. He’s a selfish dick and her husband deserves better. Still, he won’t be thinking about what a monster Walter turned out to be, he’ll be finding ways to blame himself that yet another father walked out of his life again.

He nods silently and she leads him to the couch.

“Talk to me, Jake.”

He releases a shaky breath. “The Peralta’s are cursed.”

“With devastatingly handsome good looks?” She half-jokes, trying to lighten the mood. Because, hello, her husband is hot; she constantly overhears other women in the precinct talking about his glow up and it would be impossible to ignore the female attention he gets in bars and even just walking down the street before he scratches his face to show off his wedding band and wraps one arm proudly around his wife’s shoulders. She’s seen the pictures of a young Roger Peralta, too, and with that charm smile... she gets it.

“Thank you,” he smiles briefly, “but no. Peralta dads are cursed with terrible relationships with their sons.”

“That’s not going to be you,” she says without hesitation, without a shred of doubt.

“How do you know?” He launches into a scathing personal indictment that leaves his cheeks stinging with tears. “I’m immature, obsessed with my work, messy, always late. My dad was never around when I was a kid. I don’t even know what dads do with their sons! And what if it’s in my genes? To be a crappy dad, abandon my kid like a dozen Peralta fathers before me. Your parents still don’t think I’m good enough. You didn’t even like me at first. It only makes sense that our baby would hate me, too.”

“Woah, babe. Slow down. Let’s unpack that one at a time.” She wipes away his tears with his hoodie sleeve and squeezes his hand. “First of all, you are way more mature now than you used to be. We bought a family friendly Sedan. You read parenting books. You were eating fruit, like, two minutes ago.”

“Tomatoes are fruits?”

“What? Yes, how do you not - not the point.” She shakes her head. “And so what, you enjoy your job. That’s a good thing, Jake! Do you understand how rare that is? You’re doing the thing you love while providing a decent income for our family. And besides, I’m way more obsessed than you. I have FOMOW, but that doesn’t mean I won’t love our kid more than anything. And as for the messy, late thing, if I can look past it because of how much I love you, so will our son.”

“Love you, too,” he mumbles.

“Now onto your point about not knowing what dads do, that is a straight up lie and we both know it, Peralta. You’re always hanging out with Charles and Nikolaj and Lord Knows Terry doesn’t shut up about all the activities he does with his girls.”

“I know what they do when I’m around, but what do you do when it’s 5am and they won’t go back to sleep?” He frets. “At what age do you introduce them to Die Hard? In Cry Hard With A Vengeance,” he quotes the parenting book she originally bought him as a joke but has kind of become his Torah, “Bruce Willis says right away, but what if he’s not ready to understand the complex plots? What if he prefers Timothy Olyphant to William Atherton? Oh my God, what if our son doesn’t think Die Hard is a Christmas movie?”

He’s spiralling and it’s a good job he’s with the only person who can truly calm him down.

“I think Bruce Willis is just trying to promote his franchise and that we’ll be watching more Paw Patrol than Die Hard for the next few years, babe, but I’m sure when he is old enough, he will love the movies as much as you.”

“Right,” he agrees, “you’re totally right. Action thrillers aren’t very baby friendly. I’ll just watch it on mute with subtitles.”

She laughs, her eyes crinkling in the corners. She loves him so much. Which segways them nicely onto his final two points.

“My parents do love you. Sure, they’re critical, but that’s just the way they are. They’re the same way to all of us. My mom complains to everyone she meets about how I can’t cook, how Tony hasn’t settled down and made her any beautiful grandbabies yet, even Perfect David faces her wrath when he goes a week without phoning her. If the worst thing my mom has to say about you is that you’re below average in height, you’re doing OK. And as for me apparently not liking you at first, I did like you.”

He furrows his brow. “But you said you found me annoying and difficult to be around.”

“Yet I didn’t ask to switch desks, continued working cases with you and went to Shaw’s whenever I was invited.” She stares at him pointedly. “If I really found you difficult to be around, I wouldn’t have stayed. I thought you were cute and funny and good at your job and yeah, you were annoying too, but,” she shrugs, “it never put me off.”

“So what you’re saying is that you had a crush on me first,” he grins.

“No. You obviously had a crush on me back then, too. What I’m saying is that I love you, our son loves you and you’re going to be a great dad.”

He blushes, ducking his head. “My dad said the same thing. About our son loving me.”

“He’s right,” she replies. “I feel him kick every time you get home from work, every time you sing to Taylor Swift in the car, every time I mention your name. Why didn’t you believe him?”

“I don’t know, still nervous about the curse, I guess.” He twists his wedding band on his finger.

Amy bites her lip. “Are you not excited about us having a boy?”

She has to ask. His excitement looked genuine in the break room, but it’s no secret that he was hoping for a girl. A mini-Amy, he said. While she’s always been more accustomed to boys considering the Santiago’s have, like, a million of them, Jake couldn’t get over the image of a little girl in dresses and doing ballet and with long, dark hair that he eventually learns to braid.

“Of course I am,” he’s quick to assure her. “Stupid excited. Never been more excited for anything. Not even the Ninja Turtles reboot. But still... nervous.” He rubs his hand over his face, muffling his voice. “Everyone is assuming what kind of dad I’m going to be. Whether I’m going to be good at it or not. To be fair, the only person who doubted me is that murderer I arrested last week, obviously not my biggest fan. Everyone else is convinced I can do it. What if I can’t? What if I’m genetically wired to be a bad dad? What if I disappoint you and our baby and Charles who has been dreaming about this forever?”

“Jake,” she softens her voice, pulling his hand away from his face, “the fact you are so worried about being a bad dad proves that you will not be one. Nor could you ever disappoint us.”

“But you’re my wife. You have to say that.”

“I would never have married you and become your wife if I thought you were the kind of person who could abandon your kid,” she promises him. “You have been perfect so far, dealing with all the vitamins and over-scheduled sex and washing my clothes when I sweat through them and holding my hair back when I’m being sick. You’ve been to every doctor’s appointment, read every binder, bought me every weird food craving. You hang out with the bump every night, talking and singing to it. I know you’re going to be a great dad, Jake, because you already are one.”

She kisses him and it’s soft and tender and filled with love, only interrupted by the kick, kick, kicking of their son.

“Hey,” Jake says in his best authoritative dad voice/John McClane dealing with German terrorists voice (he’s been practising in front of the mirror following Bruce’s advice), pointing a warning finger at the bump. “I’m going to kiss your mom as much as I want, Peralta. I loved her first.”

Amy giggles, stroking her fingers through Jake’s unruly curls. His bedhead is always wild and it’s maybe her favourite thing in the entire world. She silently sends a message of her own to their son to inherit his dad’s hair. And eyes. And handsome smile.

He kicks again as if to say ‘OK, mom’.

And then she really needs to pee.

#b99 fic #jake x amy #my writing #let me know what you think!!!!#love love LOVED writing it

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captcas · 4 years

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Worth Fighting For (6/?)

WORTH FIGHTING FOR by capthamm

Killian “Hook” Jones is a dominate up and comer in the UFC while Emma “The Savior” Swan’s career was cut short. When Hook’s manager moves up and the office brings in UFC’s youngest legend to keep him in check, will either of them be able to handle it?

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[CHAPTER 6/?]

“Humbert, huh? Didn’t peg him as your type, Swan.” When Emma called to move today’s check-in meeting with Regina to tomorrow afternoon, he pried as to why. He was foolish to assume it had something to do with him.

Why would it? It’s not like she kissed the living daylights out of him on Friday.

One day he’ll stop chasing this woman.

“Yeah, well he asked if I wanted dinner and I figured why not.” She’s deflecting, and he can sense she didn’t plan on telling him this. “That’s none of your business anyway. Can you move the meeting or not?”

“As you wish, Swan.” He hangs up after agreeing to her new meeting. Not wanting to hear anymore about her date.

He had hoped the kiss meant something, that he meant something.

Seems like foolish is the word of the day.

He calls up Will and Robin and they agree to meet him at the pub for a drink. He doesn’t care if it’s a Monday, the radio silence after their kiss followed by this phone call warrants at least one glass of rum. Killian spent the entirety of the weekend trying to run into her again. He worked out more than he has in months, feigning the need to train but really just hoping to catch a glimpse of her at the gym. She never showed. He sits at the bar waiting for his friends and replays Friday night in his head for what must be the hundredth time.

He knew nothing good would come from challenging her, or kissing her, but he couldn’t help himself. It’s like he loses all sense of balance around her, his entire world tilting on its already unstable axis. He pinches the bridge of his nose, trying to numb the migraine that’s been pounding in his head since she kissed him.

He thought his life may actually be looking up for a change. Foolish.

Robin and Will walk through the door as he polishes off his second glass. The looks on their faces mirror one another and he knows they’re going to make him talk. “Not tonight, mates. Just drink.”

He waves for the bartender to bring over their drinks as Robin speaks up, “We are not playing that game, Killian. You don’t call us on a Monday for ‘just drinks’ if there’s nothing to talk about.”

Sometimes Killian forgets Robin isn’t really his father.

“Aye, out wit’ it, mate. Who’s the lass?” Will wiggles his eyebrows clearly amused by whatever Robin told him. “I haven’t seen ya like this since–” Robin elbows him in the side. “Oi, mate what was that for?”

Robin shoots Will an icy glare before turning back to Killian, “Come on, what happened?”

Killian sighs, knowing there's no way around this, “Emma and I shared a kiss.”

Robin chokes on his whiskey (again) and Will whoops and slaps his back. “Aye, mate! Thatta boy! What ya looking so down in th’ dumps fer then?”

Robin rolls his eyes before turning to Killian warily, “What happened after?”

Killian shakes Will’s hand off his shoulder, and finishes his glass of rum. He responds through the burn of the liquid coating his throat, “She moved our meeting with Regina because she has a date,” he holds a finger up to Will who looks ready to order a round of celebratory shots, “with Humbert.”

Robin hisses and Will lets out a low whistle, “Aye, that’s rough, mate. Next round on Rob.” Robin goes to argue but it falls short to Will shouting their order. In an unspoken agreement, they spend the rest of the night talking about anything but Emma Swan.

This is why he called them, enough humor and good sense to help him ignore everything that’s weighed him down for the past three days. It works until he finds himself alone in his room wide awake at 2am. Finding the events of Friday night flooding his thoughts once again.

Where’d he go wrong?

He couldn’t have “gone wrong”; she kissed him.

He grabs his phone, accepting his fate of yet another sleepless night. He mindlessly scrolls through Twitter begging for anything to take his mind off the woman who won’t leave his thoughts. Before he knows it, the glow of the clock threatens 3am and he feels his body gives in where his mind would not. The last thing he hears is the slight ding of what is probably a Facebook notification before drifting off to sleep.

. . .

This date is probably the worst idea Emma’s ever had— besides maybe kissing Killian Jones— jury’s still out on that one.

It’s not that the date is bad, it’s actually damn good . The food is fantastic, Graham is a complete gentleman, and the conversation is easy. It feels like she’s known him her whole life.

So why does it all feel so wrong?

She has no idea until they’re standing on the sidewalk and Graham is chatting about some ancient bottle of whiskey he has back at his place and she tries to smile at him in that specific way she wants to reserve for Killian.

Killian.

She suddenly understands why this entire night has felt off. That kiss with Killian meant more to her than she ever wanted it to– she had really hoped it would get him out of her system, not engrain him deeper into it. She knows it’ll more than likely take some time, and they should really know more about each other than their fight records, but she finds herself oddly willing to put in some work.

Dammit, Killian Jones.

She smiles politely before thanking Graham for the food and feigning exhaustion despite the fact that she’ll be lucky to catch even a wink of sleep tonight. She’s positive he expected their night to continue, but she’s not in the business of leading men on. Graham isn’t stupid and can probably tell this is their last date, but he’s nice all the same and ends the night with a chaste kiss to her cheek and helping her into the cab.

She gets home and thanks Ruby for watching Henry, before checking to make sure he’s actually sleeping. Ruby tries to ask about the date but gives her a knowing look when Emma practically shoves her out the door. “That’s ‘cause it was with the wrong hottie.”

Emma rolls her eyes when she hears her friend through the door and decides pretending like she never heard that is probably for the best. She jumps in the shower, her mind racing with all the realizations she had after one night with a man who was not Killian Jones. She isn’t sure if it's the buzz of the wine from dinner or the electricity that is still lingering in every single nerve from their kiss on Friday night, but as she lays in bed she finds herself grabbing her phone before she even realizes what for. She scrolls to his name and types out a ridiculous amount of text messages before landing on something decidedly simple:

Emma: Tomorrow? Same time. Same place. I’ll buy.

She fully expects to regret it in the morning, so she’s surprised at the anticipation which she feels stirring in her gut. Emma’s not usually one to kick things off– she doesn’t usually kiss men like that either– but with Killian Jones she finds that fear dissipating leaving behind only excitement and maybe the smallest trace of hope.

Emma wakes to find an abundance of texts– mostly from Graham who apparently didn’t get the hint– but is disappointed to see her text to Killian left unanswered. She tells herself he’s probably not up at the ass crack of dawn like she is– kids will do that to you and she’s pretty sure he doesn’t have kids. She makes a mental note to ask– subtly of course– he doesn’t even know about Henry.

Shit.

She somehow makes Henry breakfast and wonders the best way to tell her client/guy-you-kissed that she has a son. She’s truly shocked when she gets said son to the bus on time, and walks into the office around 8:15 giving her enough time to prepare before her meeting with Killian. As she’s settling in at her desk, she sees Regina call her over. Emma sighs, nerves fluttering in her gut for more reason than one, and walks into Regina’s office.

“It comes to my attention you’ve never attended a Fight Night?” Regina asks while stirring creamer into her coffee. She’s not sure how Regina knows that; she mentioned it to Sidney in onboarding, but— well, that’s how she knows. There’s no judgment in Regina’s voice, but Emma can’t help suddenly feeling inadequate for the position she’s been given.

Emma sighs before rambling a bit, a habit she’s consciously trying to kick, “Well... obviously I’ve fought in them... but that was when UFC was still on Fox... and since they’ve moved to ESPN I haven’t–”

Regina cuts her off, “Alright then, we will set up a time for you and Jones to attend one. I will book the hotel rooms and secure tickets. It will be good PR for him and a good way for you to get a lay of the land before his first official fight.” Regina is scrolling through her calendar now, Emma assumes looking for the next time there’s a fight relatively close. “Ah, yes, Miss Swan, they are in Maine this weekend. Can you make yourself available Friday and Saturday night?”

“Of course, Mrs. Mills. Thank you, Mrs. Mills.” Emma stands up to leave her office as Regina speaks again.

“Oh and Miss Swan, I trust you can tell Mr. Jones of his new obligations for this Friday and Saturday.”

Emma’s excitement at the prospect of attending a Fight Night without actually having to work seems to have overshadowed the realization that Killian would be attending as well. She sighs, “Of course Mrs. Mills, I have a meeting with him now. Thank you again.”

Emma leaves Regina’s office and immediately pulls out her phone to see if Killian got her message. There’s still no reply but she supposes she deserves that– she did ghost him after kissing the holy hell out of him. She shoots off a message to Mary Margaret asking if they’re available to take Henry this weekend, and grabs her laptop. Taking a leap of faith, Emma grabs walks to the coffee shop with only a sliver of hope that he’ll be waiting for her at all.

She can’t help but let out a sigh of relief when she sees Killian sitting at their usual table– with two drinks. He’s scrolling through his phone and doesn’t notice her walk in. She takes a deep breath— and a selfish moment to really drink in every piece of him— before approaching him. As she enters his space, he looks up politely, meeting her eyes. She can’t help but notice they are almost navy, a stark difference from the normal sea blue she usually finds there. She realizes that she’s staring when he clears his throat and chuckles, “Good morning, Swan.”

. . .

He didn’t expect the notification he heard just before shutting his eyes for the night to be from her– definitely not after the way he acted during their last phone call– but Killian would be a bloody liar if he said his heart didn’t do something absolutely stupid when he saw her name on his phone. He didn’t answer– a slight jab, sure– but he’s allowed to be petty.

It killed him.

Killian had hoped she’d still come –had thought it daft but had hoped all the same– so when he caught the flash of blonde out of the corner of his eye, it took every ounce of his willpower to not look up. As she approached the table he scrolled through his email inbox (as though he didn’t clean it out every morning), not reading a single word.

She steps awfully close to him and he can no longer play ignorant to her presence. He looks up and meets her emerald eyes. They’re almost hesitant in their gaze, but she’s staring. He smirks at that thought and decides to put her out of her misery with a slight grunt and a greeting. He uses her nickname despite himself, more out of habit than endearment today.

The smile she responds with is radiant.

He’s never going to be able to stay away from this woman, how could he when her dimples– whoa, Jones .

She sits down next to him. “I said I would buy.” She seems happy and he can’t help the flare of envy which runs up his spine.

He turns back to his phone, hoping to filter her ability to read him by averting eye contact and the words slip out before he can stop them, “How’s Humbert?”

He regrets it immediately, but she doesn’t even flinch. “Well, based on the 23 text messages I received today, I’d imagine much more interested than I am.”

Killian’s head snaps up and he has to physically put his hand under his chin in order to stop his jaw from dropping. She smirks - almost knowingly- as he answers, “That bad, huh?”

She shrugs, but it’s everything but nonchalant, “Not bad, just not interested.” She pauses, presumably for him to say something, but he’s already made up his mind. This is her race, he’ll follow her to the end of the earth or time or wherever the fuck she wants to go, but she’s driving. He just nods with a smile and she seems to take that as a hint to keep talking. “Anyway, I have some news.” His breath hitches entirely involuntarily— don’t be ridiculous, Jones, Humbert wouldn’t have proposed after one date — she rolls her eyes. “Not bad news. At least I don’t think it–”

“Come on, Swan, out with it.”

She relaxes as he cuts off her nervous babble, “Mills is sending us to the Fight Night this weekend... in Maine. I’ve never gone as anything but a fighter -and not since the network switch- so she said it’d be a good idea for me to go and learn the ropes. She wants you to come for a PR stunt promoting your match, which is in four weeks by the way...”

Her voice trails off in his head as he wraps his mind around spending a weekend with her. He’s not sure it’s a good idea– he’s hovering awfully close to the line of professionalism Emma seems determined not to cross– but he doesn’t care. This is his chance to really get to know her and he’d be a damn idiot not to take it.

“...Killian are you even listening to me?”

She’s giving him one of her token annoyed looks that he knows means she’s not really annoyed and he can’t help the smirk that forms as he answers, “Aye, love. This weekend is Maine with you, and four weeks until my next fight. Do we know who I’m fighting yet?” He takes a sip of coffee to hide his obvious nerves at the last question.

She rolls her eyes, but he can tell it’s all in jest, “I literally just said that, Jones. They emailed me today. It’s some newcomer, Phillip “Sleeper” Rose. They’ll officially announce it after the fights this weekend. He was on the Contender Series last season and has only fought twice– seems reckless to put him up against you and his lack of fights will probably make training tough...”

Killian nods his head in agreement. It is a stupid stunt and will definitely throw off his usual training which includes researching his opponent’s past fights– usually theres more than two. “Aye, it will.”

Bloody hell.

He sighs, scrubbing his left hand across his face. He’s not usually nervous for fights but somehow he feels like he owes Emma a win, like her career depends on him– it sort of does. She must notice his worry and she reaches across the table. Killian flinches at the unexpected contact but she holds a bit tighter. He should love this, but honestly confusion washes over him first. He can’t read what she wants and it’s driving him insane.

He needs a break.

Killian pulls his hand from hers and he internally winces at the wave of disappointment that crosses her face, but he can't do this. He doesn’t want to sway her opinion of him and he’s worried he won’t be able to take it slow. “Anyway, love,” he winces again– habit betraying him once more, “is there anything else for today?”

She looks confused and he feels his own heart breaking, but it's for the best. He wants this decision to be her own. “Uh, no I don’t think so. Just remember we have the check in meeting with Regina this afternoon.”

“Of course, Swan. I’ll see you there, aye?” He gives her a soft smile and basks in the one she gives back for as long as possible before standing up and heading towards the door.

. . .

Emma isn’t really sure what just happened. The Killian she’s been working with for almost two weeks now was not the one sitting across from her right now. She could read the conflict all over his face.

She did this.

Fuck.

“Killian. Killian! Wait!” What is she doing?

He turns around at her voice, seemingly stunned by the fact she followed him– she doesn’t blame him. “Did I forget something, Swan?” He smiles warily and scratches nervously behind his ear– she’s not saying it’s adorable, but it’s adorable.

“Uh,” wow, she does not do this, “Can we talk… not about UFC?”

His smile reaches his eyes. “Of course, love.” He leads them back to their table– they have a table– calm down, Emma.

“So, this is weird now, right?”

Killian chuckles at her bluntness and she can’t help but relax a little bit. “A bit, love. I’m just not entirely sure where we stand.”

She sighs, “Me either. I sorta fucked this all up. I want to be a team– friends even? Can we... start over?” She gives him a hesitant smile.

“I’d like that.” She doesn’t think she’s ever heard a more genuine string of words… or seen more genuine eyes… and that smile. God damn, Emma. “Killian Jones.” He reaches out his hand and looks at her expectantly.

She chuckles to herself and grabs his hand, desperately pretending she doesn’t remember the way it felt tangled in her hair, “Emma Swan.”

He smiles that smile, “Pleasure, love.” She can’t help but smile back. “I’ll see you later, hm?”

She nods, “Friends?” He winks and suddenly life feels back on track.

“Friends.” He’s still smiling and she’s pretty sure it could power the entire city of Boston. “Later, Swan.”

She smiles back and it’s real and she realizes she’s happy. “Friends.”

Really happy. They’re going to Maine this weekend free from awkwardness and the kiss she’s pretending she regrets and they’re friends— they can definitely do friends.

#Captain Swan #cs ff #cs modern au #killian jones #emma swan #worth fighting for #capthamm

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amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines · 5 years

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Sweet Pea//The Brightest Star

Sweet Pea walked into the darkened trailer and sighed at the emptiness. Flipping the switch for the living room on, an annoyed sigh left his lips when the room stayed dark. He dragged his feet to the lamp beside the sofa and flicked that on, before flopping down on the old sofa. He took his tie and suit jacket off, throwing it over the chair on the other side of the room, and then looked around. He stopped when he saw an envelope on the small dining table. He stood up, making his way over to it and looked at it curiously. It hadn’t been there this morning when he left the house, but it was addressed to him, he recognized your handwriting and traced his fingers delicately over his name, smiling to himself. Sitting back down he opened the envelope carefully and took the piece of paper out.

Dear Sweet Pea,

If you’re reading this, I’ve gone away for a while. But I suppose you already knew that. Hopefully Fangs has left the letter out. If he hasn’t, I’m going to kill him when I see him again. And if some random stranger is reading this, Hi, how are you?

Sweet Pea laughed as he read and wondered how you could be so you, even through a letter, however his smile dropped when he read the next part.

How was today? Wait, that was a stupid question, I’m sorry I couldn’t be there today, but ya know. Life’s a bitch. But I promise you I was there in spirit, holding your hand like I always do when you’re anxious. We’ll see each other again. I promise! And at least Fangs and Toni were there to support you. Anyway, I’m getting away from the point of this letter. Because I’m gonna be gone for a while I thought I would leave you some tasks to do to keep you entertained and out of trouble (at least for a little bit). And don’t worry it isn’t ‘do the washing up’ or anything mundane like that. But please do, do the washing up. Look after yourself.

Sweet Pea rolled his eyes. “Even through a letter she’s still telling me what to do.” He mumbled but continued to read.

“So. Do you accept these tasks? Good. The first one is a little mundane but I know you’re gonna need to do it if I haven’t been there for a while. Clean the trailer up, do the dishes, vacuum, wash your clothes. You can get rid of my clothes, just a few.

Sweet Pea shook his head, he knew better than to get rid of any of your clothes. He knew you would be annoyed at him no matter what he had thrown out. But he stood up, and made his way to the bedroom, whilst he continued to read.

Okay, so do that, and then when you’ve finished come back, and carry on reading. And I’ll know if you haven’t done everything. Don’t ask me how, I just will.

Sweet Pea placed the letter on the bed and looked around the mess of his room. He had no idea where to start so he sat on the bed and picked the letter up again, scanning the page to find where he was.

I know you haven’t done anything.

He laughed and continued to read.

And I know why. You don’t know where to start, so I’ll help. Start with opening your curtains. Let some sunshine in. And once you’ve opened them, open the rest of the curtains in here, you don’t need the lights on in the middle of the day (by the way, the light in the living room doesn’t work, you know where the spare light bulbs are, I told you before I went. But because I know you’ve forgotten, they’re in the cupboard under the sink).

“Curtains.” He mumbled, folding the paper up and placing it beside him. “Start with the curtains.” He stood up and walked the short distance to the bedroom window, pulling the curtains open. He smiled at the memory of you choosing them together, and then squints at the sight of the late afternoon sun. The past two weeks, he hasn’t really noticed the sun. He’s had other things to think about. He looked out the window and smiled slightly, knowing just how much you would be enjoying the sky right now, all of the colours swirling together. He knows you would be taking Instagram pictures about now, and he would complain about how you have other things to do, but really he doesn’t mind, because he gets to spend time with you. He can’t wait until he gets to do that again. His thoughts are quickly interrupted by the realization that his eyes are burning due to looking at the sun for two long and he swears, before realizing that if you were here you would have called him an idiot.

He stands in front of the wardrobe you shared, there’s more clothes on the floor than hung up and he sighs, before bending down and picking up a few shirts. He puts them on the hangers and back in the wardrobe, before turning around to tackle another pile of clothes. On top is one of your shirts and he has to sit down at the sight of it. You’ve only been away for two weeks, but he can’t bear being without you. He picks the shirt up and realizes its the one you wore when you first met. He remembers how he insulted it before he even looked at who was wearing it instantly regretting ever being taught how to talk. You had told him that it was your favourite and eventually over time, it had become his too.

He finished putting the clothes away, sorting the dirty ones out and putting them in the washing machine. He didn’t throw any of yours away, he valued his life. He decided to tackle the kitchen next, doing the dishes. The radio played quietly in the background, he couldn’t handle the silence, not when he had gotten used to you living with him. Your favourite song came on and he couldn’t help but hum quietly to himself, laughing at the image of you screaming the lyrics and dancing around the kitchen in his head. Putting your favourite mug back in the cupboard he remembered the day he bought it for you, he’d never seen you happier.

Finally he finished cleaning, and went back into the bedroom. Lying on the unmade bed, he knew you wouldn’t have minded, he would be sleeping in it soon, well trying to sleep. Picking the letter up again he started to read where he left off.

Yayyyy. You cleaned!! I’m so proud! I hope it didn’t take too long! I would have done it, if I was there. Anyway. You can proceed to the next task. Get a tattoo! I know you’ve been thinking about getting another one, so do it!

He shook his head. You had always talked about getting tattoos together but as always life got in the way.

Do it! And I’ve taken the liberty to draw you something that I think would look quite cute. Get it wherever you want (personally I think your wrist) but its up to you. When you’re finished, continue reading!

He stood up and put his serpent jacket on. Picking the letter up, he folded it neatly before placing in it his pocket and walking out of the trailer.

Two hours had passed and Sweet Pea had just left the tattoo parlor. He looked at his phone to check the time. 12:03am. You always told him that everything great happens after 12am. You had only said that because Fangs had told you that nothing good happened after 2am.

His fingers gently traced the tattoo on his wrist but he pulled them away, remembering the feeling of your fingers on his skin. Looking up at the night sky, he sighed, the cool breeze making him shiver slightly. Pulling the letter out of his jacket he started to read again.

Does it look cool!? I hope it does! Do you love it?! I hope you do! I can’t wait to see it! Now, I know you haven’t had a lot of fun in the past two+ weeks so I thought now is the best time. So have fun! Call Toni and Fangs and hang out with them. Smile, laugh, embarrass Fangs. Please, just have fun!

Taking his phone from his pocket he unlocked it and rang Toni. She answered instantly, but he knew she would. No matter the time.

“Sweet Pea?” She asked groggily. “Why are you calling so late? Is everything okay?”

“I’m fine.” He mumbled. “Y/n told me to hang out with you.” He explained.

“Oh.” She replied confused. “Sweet Pea, Y/n isn’t there.”

“I know. She left a letter. I think Fangs dropped it off today.”

“Ohhh. The letter. So that’s what’s in it.”

“So. Can we hang out. I don’t really want to sleep.”

“Yeah. Sure. I’ll meet you at the quarry in twenty minutes?”

“Yeah.” He agreed and hung up. Toni text Fangs and they were at the quarry within fifteen minutes.

“What do you think that one is?” Fangs asked Toni as he pointed at the stars in the sky.

“How the hell would I know?” Toni asked and Sweet Pea laughed as he approached them. Maybe you were right about this.

“Hey Sweet Pea.” Fangs smiled sadly at him.

“Hey.” He replied.

“So. What are we doing?” Toni asked.

“I dunno.” He shrugged. “We can just chat. I’d like to chat.”

“Are you sure?” Fangs asked and Toni nudged him. “What, never talks about his feelings?”

“Shut up.” She scolded him. “What was in the letter?” She asked.

“Just Y/n being Y/n.” He replied with a smile. “She told me to clean.” He said and they laughed.

“Ha! She’s still bossing you about!” Fangs smiled. “What else?”

“She told me to get a tattoo.”

“Did you?” They asked and he nodded.

“Can we see?” Toni asked, and he shook his head, pulling his sleeves down.

“I want to show Y/n first.” He mumbled and they nodded.

“Sure. I’m sure she’ll love it.” Toni replied and silence fell between the three of them.

“Do you wanna go for walk?” Fangs broke the silence.

“Sure.” Sweet Pea nodded and started to walk away from the quarry. The other two followed quickly, falling into step with him as they left the quarry. Sweet Pea turned around just before it was out of sight, he could have sworn he heard you laugh, just like when he had pushed you in, you pulled him with you and he laughed loudly with you. He turned back, he didn’t like the darkness, maybe thats why he didn’t want to go home. He knew he could do all of these over the coming days/weeks. But his trailer just didn’t feel right without you there.

Fangs sensed that he was getting lost in his thoughts so decided to pull his friend out of them before they consumed him entirely.

“Lets go to Pops!” He announced and the other two nodded slowly. The walk to Pops was quiet, Fangs and Toni unsure of what to do, while Sweet Pea seemed to be reminiscing. Remembering how nervous he was on the same walk, the night of your first date. He had managed to recover from insulting you, somehow getting you to agree to go on a date with him and he had been nervous ever since. However, when you smiled at him, the light from Pops making you look even more beautiful than you already were, all of his nerves disappeared, being replaced by butterflies instead. Not that he would admit that to anyone. Sober that is.

After a few hours at Pops, Toni and Fangs decided to go home.

“Do you wanna come with us?” Toni asked through laughter.

“I’m good here thanks.” Sweet Pea replied, a smile still present on his face from something stupid Fangs had said.

“You sure?” She asked.

“We can stay if you want?” Fangs asked.

“No. Go. Go back to Kevin and Cheryl, they’ll be missing you.” He said sadly and they nodded.

“We’re always a phone call away.” Toni hugged him and he nodded.

“Don’t be out too late.” Fangs added and also hugged him. He nodded and they said goodbye before leaving. Sweet Pea stared at the half drunk milkshake in front of him, knowing that you would have had the rest within a second. He wouldn’t have even had a chance to drink it, but he didn’t mind. He knew how happy they made you and he would give you every single milkshake in the world if it made you happy.

“Whats next?” He mumbled and pulled the letter out of his pocket.

Have you had a good night? I hope you have? It sucks that I can’t be there with you. How are Toni and Fangs? I bet you’re in Pops! Can you remember our first date? I was so nervous I spilt my milkshake all over you and I thought you were going to kill me because I got it on your serpent jacket but you just giggled at me and I swear it was the cutest thing I had ever heard. I’m so glad I spilt that milkshake, even thought it was my favourite. But you’re worth it. Anyway. Onto the next quest! Yes, we’re calling them quests now! This one is gonna be difficult, but you need to do it. It’s better for everyone. Let go and forgive the people who have upset you (which may take a while but I know you can do it) Life is short, we both know that so forgive, and I think I know who you should start with...

“Sweet Pea?”

“Hi Josie.” Sweet Pea mumbled awkwardly.

“What are you doing here? Its four in the morning.” She rubbed her eyes.

“Y/n left me a letter of things to do while she was away and she told me to start forgiving people, so I thought I’d start with you.” He explained and she nodded.

“I’m sorry I messed you around Sweet Pea. You didn’t deserve that.” She apologized.

“Its fine. I never would have met Y/n if you agreed to be my girlfriend. I met her the day of the wedding.” He smiled fondly at the memory of you bumping into him at Pops, and then him insulting the shirt you were wearing. “She had such a hideous shirt on.” He laughed to himself and Josie smiled at him.

“Do you wanna come in?” She asked.

“No, its fine. I have other people to forgive. As you can imagine, my list is very long.” He replied.

“Okay. If you ever wanna talk, you know where I am.” She told him and he nodded before walking away.

Have you forgiven everyone? Good? Now forgive yourself. Forgive yourself for every mistake, every fight we ever had. Everything. Because I’ve forgiven you, its time for you too do the same.

Sweet Pea read aloud, the pale glow from the lamp gave the room a cozy feeling. But it didn’t feel cozy enough. Not without you beside him.

Finally, before I say goodbye (for now), I have one more thing for you to do. Be happy. Please Sweet Pea, be happy. Do everything you said you would and know that I’m always gonna love you. I’ll see you soon Pea. And whenever you’re feeling lonely, look up at the brightest star in the sky, the one next to it will be me. The brightest one is waiting for you, like I will be.

Sweet Pea smiled as tears rolled down his face, his fingers traced the small galaxy tattooed on his wrist. A big and small star sat close to each other surrounded by planets and tiny stars.

“I love you Y/n.” He mumbled.

“I love you too.” He heard you whisper. His phone buzzing pulled him from his thoughts and he looked at the text Toni had sent him.

‘we can see her tomorrow if you want, the three of us can meet at the church. we’ll bring her favourite flowers’

“I love you.” He says again and waits for your reply, when it doesn’t come he replies to Toni instead.

Thank you @statticghost for helping me edit this! You’re the best!!!

#sweet pea #sweet pea imagine #sweet pea x reader #sweet pea x you #sweet pea x y/n #riverdale #riverdale imagine #jordan connor #jordan connor imagine #jordan connor x reader #jordan connor x you

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emergenciesstory · 5 years

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Realizations (S.Q. 10/16)

Summary: A new Job, and a realization there is more to some people than meets the eye.

“Hey, y/n!” Bucky chimed as you came into the commons, shoes held in hand. “How was your first week work?”

“Long.” You muttered, collapsing on the couch beside him. Nat and Steve were in the kitchen, laughing loudly then whispering, buzzing about for Movie night. Tony and Pepper told you they were on their way after some business was taken care of, Clint passed out on the other couch (you swore he was never awake when everyone else was). “Don’t get me wrong, Pepper is amazing to work for, and y’alls legal battles are, impressive to say the least. I’m just used to doing my job alone, not with everyone knocking on my door.”

Bucky hummed in understanding, and you leaned on him, closing your eyes for just a moment to breathe.

“I should probably go change for movie night before everyone else gets here.” You sighed. Standing, you stepped over Bucky’s legs, propped up on the table, and moved to the Bar, watching Steve and Nat.

“Smells good.” You smiled, Nat and Steve looking up laughing about something they had said.

“I made your favorite.” Steve smiled, removing the lid to a pot, the smell filling the area.

“He stressed over it, made sure he had everything to celebrate your first week of work.” Nat smiled, tasting some sauce on the back burner.

“And your birthday.” He whispered with a wink.

“Thank you, guys. I’ll be back, Gotta change.” Walking up the stairs, you looked down over Steve and Nat, happy they were happy together.

You got to your door, Friday sliding it open as you approached. You stopped suddenly, looking around. The white walls were now a soft Grey, little shelves now installed between the two windows with knick-knacks and your favorite books on them. Soft pastel curtains hung pulled back from the windows adding some color to the wall. A new desk was in the corner, with an interactive Shield screen in the wall above it. Your chair was over by the bookshelf, new blanket strewn across it in a cozy yet staged way. Your bed had a new comforter on it, grey with pastels to match the curtains. Dropping your shoes by the door, you were at a loss for words.

Over by the chair was a table tucked into the corner, unseen from the door of your room. It had a lamp with little figurines of all the Avengers, a cute gimmick to your new friends. One on the top caught your attention, it was a spitting image of you in a hoodie and jeans like you normally wear. You smiled, picking up the note taped to your character.

We thought you’d like something a little more homey. No fighting about it. We love you, you’re Family. You didn’t recognize the handwriting, but everyone signed the note, some drawing pictures on it.

“Friday? Can you order a frame for this card?” You asked, unable to keep the happy tears at bay.

“It has been ordered.” Friday responded. You went into your closet, changing into leggings and a hoodie, slid on some socks, and went back downstairs.

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Everyone showed up for Movie night, laughs had echoed late into the night, drinks passed around, and fun had. Wanda, Vision, Sam, and Peter left around midnight, You, Steve, Nat, and Bucky being the last to retire around 2am. You laid in bed for a while, watching the lights of the city twinkle before a knock rang out on your door. You slipped out of the warm covers, moving to the door and opening it, a blushing Steve standing outside.

“I’m sorry. I just feel like I haven’t seen you in forever and I leave on that mission tomorrow afternoon. I know it’s late, I’m sorry I-”

“It’s okay, I couldn’t sleep anyways.” You moved aside, letting him into your room. You brought the lights up enough you could see his face. You moved back to the bed, laying your head on Steve’s chest.

“How was work? Do you like the job?” He asked, running his fingers through your hair.

“It’s, different. But I kind of like being needed. Before, I don’t know, all those files, I was just transcribing and reviewing. But now, She actually wants my advice.”

“I’m glad you like it. And that you’re finally getting what you came here for, a fresh start.”

You hummed agreement, taking in the quiet for a moment. “How’re you?”

“Same ol’, Same ol’. Nothing new.” He said softly. “Paperwork, Training Newbies, Beating up Nat and Bucky.”

You laughed softly. “She’s a good one. Feisty, can hold her own.”

“That she can. She’s smart too.”

“She’s good for you.” you yawned, sleep pulling you into its grasp, wrapped in Steve’s arms. Steve looked down on you and smiled, smoothing your hair one more time.

“She’s not my type.” He said softly to himself, Turning down the lights and drifting to sleep with you on his mind.

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swampgallows · 5 years

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blizzcon recap, basically a big stream of consciousness text dump while i still remember things and i will make a refined post later i think

Thursday morning I went to bed around 3am, woke up at 630am, and then again at 730am to board my 840am train bound for anaheim. I had originally intended to drive myself to the con but decided against it, as I didn’t want to pay $60 for parking nor endure the stress of driving on the freeway solo for the first time.

I took a lyft to my hotel and met up with sun (who gave me kandi!!!) and their husband aaron, then we went to claim our badges and make some store purchases.

after feverishly texting reglei we caught sight of each other in line, got tired of waiting, then made our way to disneyland. there we met up with zach and kept missing fitze by mere moments; finally caught fitze & friends at the river belle terrace (a place i have never been in before because despite my many years of being a passholder, there was never a reason or time for a sit-down restaurant experience at disney, so when i opened the door i IMMEDIATELY closed it thinking i was intruding on a private dinner event LMAO). we knocked out everything on the western side of the park (including a fry-filled splash mountain) and got some good pics. the ride on indy was one of the best i’ve had in years: no stalling, great speed, and tons of jerks that nearly threw me out of the jeep hell yeah. perce made it to disneyland in the evening and we got to enjoy space mountain, star tours, a second round of pirates, a VERY invigorated spin on the teacups, then left at closing. zach generously dropped us all off at our individual hotels before heading out himself.

around 2am i woke up convulsing with an anxiety attack and took half a med. i was scared i had woken up sun and aaron but they were coincidentally also awake. after some talking and goofing off with them we made the very informed decision to postmates some del taco to the hotel at 3am. my god was it worth it. i had selected the “fries and secret sauce” option, unaware that these ingredients were not sides, but components to be added to the inside of the burrito. wasn’t bad!

7am wake up for day 1 of the con. met for “breakfast” with perce and reg at the hilton starbucks, which said that they accepted rewards but then didn’t :| i sincerely dont even remember what we did first as everything in the con was so purely awesome and overwhelming. The opening ceremony brought tears to my eyes, of course, as it displayed “WELCOME HOME” on every stage. We mostly just traveled around the con, taking pics, learning the layout, and mentally digesting everything. We attended the VA panel in the early afternoon which was a GREAT decision (no spoilers if you haven’t watched the virtual ticket stream yet!!!) and then made our way to the main stage, where we parked for a good 5-6 hours for the WoW and HotS “What’s next?” panels, then the following WC3 reforged insight panel and, finally, the entire community night. i really want to make sure i grab clips of some of darin de paul’s mcing that night because the man was sawing at my heartstrings like a viola bow. i got very close to crying many times. have no fear put on another amazing performance—this time a wow track called “war mode”—and won the talent contest! we had the privilege of running into them after the performance to congratulate and get some pics w them. i also met up with hinz who i haven’t seen in forever and we got to talk about his brewing and the con! had blaze pizza for dinner then passed out.

breakfast at coco’s for day 2 of the con, this time with sun and aaron in tow. all i needed was hot cocoa and a slice of dark chocolate chip cheese pie. it was...so goddamn good. we started off the con with the warcraft sounds panel featuring the zone of drustvar and concluded with some great performances by david arkenstone and the tavern band. they performed the zandalari zocalo music and bloodsail, an old favorite! we puttered around the darkmoon faire until the build-a-panel featuring zone design in warcraft but couldn’t hear anything due to the acoustics of the stage, so i left to pick up my blink purchases with fitze. there i met a girl wearing kandi and traded with her; she gave me a rubber bracelet from a podcast she’d attended called ‘pwncast’ that reads ‘we bow to no one’ which is VERY garrosh. other than that we had a grand old time of waiting in a line we didnt have to wait in and then made our way back for the warcraft Q&A. the second i saw metzen i immediately screamed with awe and terror and then sobbed into my lap. perce and reg comforted me, and the rest of the panel was fairly uneventful. I think i was the one human being who shouted ‘woo!’ at the scott johnson’s mention of his interviews with metzen, lol. we were waiting for meggo to have a chance to ask her question but she didn’t get the opportunity :(

after the q&a we went over to the unofficial tumblr meetup organized by questifer which was a huge privilege and a lot of fun, and we even made some new friends. i spilled my spaghetti about garrosh to actual blizzard quest developers and im very embarrassed that i did. lmao. i really liked the casual atmosphere of just chilling on the floor though. fitze had to leave halfway through :( but the quest discussion went on for almost 2 full hours. it was really a humbling opportunity.

by that time, the closing ceremonies were underway. reg and i missed out on the hots finals so we just bummed around the overwatch arena for a bit just to see the thing and catch a few minutes of kristian nairn’s set. again, cool stuff, but nothing i can go nuts to lmao. it’s questing music to me. on our way out of the hots stage i ran into a dude wearing KIKWEARS and gave him kandi!! it was awesome lmao. we spent some ducats at the darkmoon faire, but the real prize was won as we were walking out and scored the literal actual absolute last three available boxes of lucio-ohs!!! mine had a hole punched in it so we ate a bit of it before returning to blaze pizza for dinner again. the cereal tastes like lucky charms to me! it’s very sweet, but good!

sunday morning perce, reg, and i secured a breakfast at dennys. when i went up to pay the check i saw the cashier was wearing a piece of kandi and i had the perfect piece for her, the “short stack” piece with the pancake eraser. she traded me the one piece she was wearing (!) which said ‘insomniac’ (obv haha). i made that kandi a while ago and it feels like it was fate for this moment to arrive. reg and perce and i all parted ways back to our individual hotels. i was just chilling in the lobby when i saw a woman wearing kandi, so i went over and introduced myself. she traded me a piece that said mermaid on it, due to my “mermaid hair” :> we started talking about phat pants and she said her daughters now wear the pairs she used to wear! and the kandi she chose was the “a book for ants” with the miniature bible on it, as she found it appropriate for her halloween “christian protest” where she blasted tchami and malla and had a totem that encouraged ‘sinners’ to dance with her, lol.

i excused myself for the restroom and she invited me to “come back and hang out!” so i did!! and when i returned the group was playing a fun card game called chameleon. and have no fear was playing with them!! daniella, one of the performers from the talent contest (they sang the song about vanilla wow), had also joined us. so i got to play the game with a few members of the group and made some new friends, leigh (who gave me kandi) and jaime/ace, who i talked to about old school raving and kandi for a bit. there was a point where everyone but ace went up to the room for their luggage so it was just the two of us sitting there talking, and a pair of guys came up to us holding some merch. “Do you guys want these? we bought too many loot crates.” i was stunned!! they handed me a shadow plush and a clip-on ganymede to ace.

when they all returned, they were trying to plan what to do next, and i told them i had to grab a lyft and start heading to the train station. leigh offered me a ride there!!! i really felt PLUR for the first time in ages, lmao. we all hugged each other and said our goodbyes.

arriving at the train station, i ran into other blizzcon people and we talked about wow the ENTIRE ride home. for the first leg of the journey it was a super full train and we all had to stand but it was okay. we were all enthusiastically talking about wow with zero awkward pauses or any points of contention. it was so amazing just thriving on each other’s hype. at one point another person on the train said “do you guys play this game or MAKE this game?” because we were talking about it in such detail LOL. we all traded battletags before i had to go. it felt really amazing to be able to just literally talk to strangers about something i love and have such an amazing conversation like that. it felt so awesome to just be connecting to people so deeply all the time.

im going to try to preserve the memory of being able to connect to people like that, as i came home and felt isolated and disconnected from everything again. i want to keep riding the coattails of this positivity as long as i can so i’m not going to go into the details of that. a lot of us really felt we could come out of our shells; i kept stressing how “safe” blizzcon was; with all of the focus i’ve been making in therapy on vulnerability, connection, isolation, and the need to feel worthy of being loved, i want to keep these memories at the forefront while i try to forge a better future for myself.

i really hope i can go again next year!

#blathering #blizzcon

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themiddlelayer · 5 years

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Life at the speed of light

Fucking growing pains! I keep realizing that I’m stronger and more capable of growth than I imagined... but it hurts like hell and I’m struggling with feeling so much pain and so much joy at all once. And I don’t want to do to Java Bear what Nomad did with me. Nomad was amazing. We were amazing together. But his issues with Gypsy were bigger than the joy... bigger than our love.. and ultimately I was left. Not by just one, but by all. I don’t want my grief and pain to overtake all the awesome in Phoenix. I don’t ever want anyone to feel like I’ve felt the last few months.

MM had plans to go to a meet and greet thing with a poly group with on Friday night. It had been on the calendar and he had told me about it. He also told me that the chick from our game night who I shall dub “Pixie” was going to be at that event. She had also RSVP’d for an event tonight and they had plans to have coffee later this week.

It wasn’t that he was going out, but it was how he behaved when he was on the way out that set me off. I was stuck working late and just ready to fall over when he knocked on my office door to say he was leaving. We have been in the hello and goodbye kisses place. Kisses, not kissing... but a familiar gesture that we both feel safe with. Friday night he just cracked the door and poked his head in. I could see what he was wearing and smell his cologne. It felt like he was hiding how good he looked and running out the door before I could react.

It also felt exactly like how ExH acted when he made plans to go out and didn’t want me to come with. He would make plans sometime during the week and be all sketchy with me for days, then on Friday night he would come home from work and go straight to the shower only telling me that he was going out as he was getting dressed. ExH was literally going out and acting single when he did that. Double whammy!

Oh, and when we talked about it tonight, MM said that he was wearing a shirt that was Gypsy’s favorite and he was feeling weird about it. It was his stuff but, yeah.. salt the wound and bring her up again! Asshat!

I had more work that I was supposed to finish before leaving for the night but I shifted into the ‘fuck this and fuck him’ place after a crying jag. I saw the gazelle that I’d asked MM to craigslist around Thanksgiving sitting in my office and got angry. I picked it up and walked it across the house to his room where I threw it across his bed then put a sticky note that just said craigslist ? on it.

Java Bear and Olive (formerly Ginger Bear) had both asked me about coming up Friday after work instead of waiting until Saturday morning but I didn’t think I’d have the energy. My anger gave me the second wind I needed to pack and get on the road.

I got to the house about 5 minutes before Java Bear got home and we surprised Olive walking in together. She just squee’d and said, “I knew it!” because Java Bear had told her that they were going out so she would be dressed when I arrived.

We were up until after 2am just cuddled up on the couch hanging out and talking before we curled up in bed together. Now, I’ve gotten much smaller recently but Java Bear and Olive are not small people. She is a full-bodied woman in the 225 lb ballpark at 5′6″ and while Java Bear is 6′4″ and down over 100 lbs from his max weight of 450lbs-ish, but he’s a big guy.(Which I’ve always had a thing for!) The 3 of us in a queen sized bed was... crowded in the best possible way. But after tossing and turning for a bit, Java Bear got up and went to the couch for a bit.

It was 5am-ish when he came back to bed then the alarm starting going off. They had planned an IKEA trip and wanted to get an early start. Even then, it was almost 9am before we left, partially caffeinated and running on next to no sleep.

Let me tell you, if you want to get to know a couple go to IKEA with them! I got to see how they communicated, negotiated and worked through a part of something that can cause full-blown explosions in established relationships: new home ownership. Even when one or the other got frustrated and running on barely a nap’s worth of sleep they communicated well and kept things loving and patient between the two of them.

Java Bear was supposed to pick up Olive’s kiddo after we unloaded the IKEA haul but it turned out that he was sick. This added to the frustration because of the potential cost of a doctor’s visit and/or missed work if Java Bear or Olive were to get sick. Strep throat and scarlet fever had been going around his classroom and Java Bear has not been at his new job long enough to have any sick time accrued. In the end, Olive’s mom kept her kiddo for the night to avoid potentially getting us sick.

We unloaded all $500+ worth of house stuff then Olive and I did the grocery shopping for dinner. It was a lot of just doing the life stuff together and I had the biggest smile on my face the whole time.

Icing on that cake- when we got home Java Bear had been moving furniture out of the garage and upstairs. I totally have a thing for sweaty men doing manual labor and he knows it. Before he started dinner he took it to the next level. He put on his kilt and chopped wood for the fireplace!

Olive ended up helping him in the kitchen while I just vegged out on the couch. They made shrimp and mushrooms over zoodles, roasted beets, and roasted purple cauliflower and kale. It was an amazing meal that we ate together on the couch while watching all of season 1 of “Adam Ruins Everything.”

At some point during the day/evening together, Java Bear said that he knows things are moving really fast but that he sees a future with the 3 of us doing the life thing together... serious life stuff involving handfasting and child rearing. Olive agreed and he said that if he can have me in his life that he will be closed to other female partners. Now, Java Bear is very much Mr. Poly with some swinging and an early history of being, as he called it, a manwhore. And there he was talking about a polyfidelitous situation. Big stuff!

They know where I’m at with grieving over MM and Nomad and that I’m trying to keep my head on straight and they have been nothing less than awesome about it all. They both kept checking in about physical affection and talking plans to be sure they weren’t pushing or pressuring me. These are among the reasons that I’ve been so interested in Java Bear from the beginning.

Olive is equally awesome but the whole ‘sex with a woman’ thing is something I haven’t really done in a long time and I’ve never actually dated another woman. The MFF threesomes I had earlier in life were not always experiences I wanted so that’s been a touchy topic to a point. It’s an odd place because I don’t want Olive to think that she’s pressuring me or that I’m rejecting her in any way but at the same time, it’s going to be a much slower process there and I really need to clearly communicate that to her.

Olive had to be up for work early in the morning and after she went to bed, Java Bear and I enjoyed some time alone on the couch. We had all the ‘health and safety’ talks even before I came up but I didn’t want our first time together to be with Olive in the house. It didn’t feel right given how smitten she is with me and that I’m not ready to get sexual with her, so we kept most of our clothes on and eventually curled up in bed with Olive. After she left for work we both got some really good sleep.

Now, I had established even before coming up for the weekend that fluid bonding is a ‘next level’ kind of commitment to me and despite knowing our STI statuses and who’s been with whom, I hadn’t planned on going there. We both had condoms but the more worked up we got this morning the less I wanted to be a good adult. It was more about me making clear that I wasn’t ready for that ‘next level’ with him/them than health and safety so my toddler and grown-up brains came to a compromise. I told Java Bear that I was saying ‘yes’ to giving him the full ‘green light’ without a condom but that I couldn’t say ‘yes’ to US until I had a chance to go home and really process it all.

It was an awesome morning/early afternoon.

So, on Saturday morning MM had been messaging me about where we were with having other people in the house while the other wasn’t there. Initially I’d asked that he not have anyone in the house whether or not I was there because I was worried that if I gave him the green light that there might be random hook-ups in my house that I’d have to deal with. Plus, the dogs sleep in his room so he keeps his door open... AND the back door is right next to his door. Just not cool but I told him on Saturday that while I was gone it was “whatever.”

I knew in the pit of my stomach that he wasn’t asking in theory. Tonight when he got home from the BBQ at Cookie’s we talked. He told me that he and Pixie ended up coming back to our house Friday night. I didn’t ask for details but they are really into each other. She has her husband as well as a boyfriend who she’s been with for a year and now she and MM are “seeing each other plus” which is just a half step below boyfriend/girlfriend to them.

This was all during the playoff game that caused him to be late for their date. There was a lot of crying but it still comes down to the fact that we want each other to be happy and we want to maintain our life together the best we can. We talked money and logistics and made agreements regarding how things will be when we bring a partner to the house. For now, the agreement is that we won’t have any sexual activity while the other is home but that Java Bear sleeping over was fine this weekend. He understands that him bringing Pixie here while I’m here will be hard for me and I asked him to relay to her that it’s not personal but that this is a hard transition. I don’t know when/if he will ask about her coming over but I’m totally dreading it.

I’m absolutely exhausted right now and my brownie didn’t fix the pain I enjoyed earning with Java Bear this morning. I just messaged him about the agreement that MM and I came to with regards to having other partners in the house and I’m waiting for him to reply. He may come up after work on Friday night but MM isn’t planning on leaving until later Saturday. I know that sex isn’t the primary reason for him to come down but I also know that behaving ourselves will be a challenge.

Everything is so intense and so complicated in so many ways, but in other ways it’s really falling into place. I need more energy and hope I can start sleeping at night again soon.

This is the intention card that Java Bear pulled after I left this afternoon and it speaks volumes:

#grief #joy #polyamory #polyfidelity

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starsfadingbutilingeron · 5 years

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me venting about this day under the cut because it was terrible and i was/am so stressed

god okay so it all started sunday morning i wake up and my mom and i try to go to our local bakery because i’m going to a philosophy meeting and i thought it’d be nice to bring cookies or something. we both forget the bakery has been recently renovated and since it’s a famous local thing it’s crowded as fuck. there is a line out the door. so i don’t want to wait b/c it’s stupid to wait that long for cookies so we leave. then i go back up to my school campus, get back just in time for the philosophy thing, and that’s fine and great and i had a good time. then i have to go to work at the library until midnight with a woman who prattles on without stopping for breath (and who’s a trump supporter so i never want to talk to her but i can’t just say that b/c she’s my supervisor and blah blah blah) ANYWAYS i get back to my dorm at midnight and stay up watching - get this - the green inferno for whatever reason. go to bed at 2am. which is. my fault. but then i wake up at 5am this morning because i’m so stressed about this form i gotta submit for my internship and idk what i’m really supposed to do so i gotta wait until they place is open to call and ask. but then i fall back asleep and when i wake up i gotta run to class. then i get out of class and decided to do my homework for the afternoon and then do this fucking form b/c i don’t want hw hanging over my head while i’m trying to fiddle with printers and bureaucracy and all that shit. but then i get done w/ my hw and i still gotta call this place so i do that. by the time i get done on the phone it’s time to go to my afternoon class okay. and then i get out of that class and my one friend wants to talk dnd for a while (which didn’t bother me! i miss talking about dnd it was nice.) but then it’s almost 6pm by the time i’m done talking to her so i go to the library bc i gotta use their scanner bc i dont have one. but then i’m fillin out this form and i need info off documents that are back in my room. so i gotta run tf back to my room to fill this form out. run back to the library. and then i try to use the one xerox machine (because the other one is out of order bc fucking education majors keep running off like 300 pages at a time) but the one machine that’s working doesn’t scan to e-mail so i’m like. oh fuck. but then the cda comes over and is like. you can just scan it to a flashdrive. i say great!! so we do that and then i take it to one of the public computers to try and e-mail it to myself that way. and the flash drive won’t pull up on that computer! so i take it to the cda. she pulls it up on her computer. e-mails the pdf to me. (god bless her for doing all this 4real). then i gotta run back to my room to use my laptop because i left it there to charge and i didn’t want to submit this form on a public computer. i finally send this fucking this at 7pm. and now i gotta go to work in an hour and a half and i haven’t worked on my thesis at all today even though i told myself i would but i!!! didn’t!! have! time!!!!!

i’m stressed

#beth says #vent post #oh my god #i didn't realize how hectic my day was until i typed it all out like that

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mylutteoheart · 6 years

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Can You do a fanfic about matteo eats with the valentes and Alfredo and Miguel are joking al the time About matteo and he is very nervous

First of all, I know this has been in my inbox for over a year and I’m really sorry for that. Secondly, it’s not exactly what you requested but hopefully I can make it up by putting a lot of fluff in this. I wanted to add more but my brain didn’t work with me since it apparently only focuses on the pain I’m feeling right now.

I loved the concept of them being a couple while living in the mansion so I just wrote this. I’m happy to have finally finished this, this means I can focus on my make up exam because I really can’t fail this time.

Also the title is from a flemish song called ‘De mooiste liefde ooit’ by spring and it actually sounds a lot better in dutch. Anyway enjoy and sorry for the delay again.

Word count: 2.5k

What we’ve been through. What you have given me. Something you never forget.

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Luna and Matteo stared at each other for a while, they were both smiling. Matteo kept looking back and forth between the ring and her eyes. He didn’t believe what was happening and really hoped he wasn’t dreaming. But there she was, with the ring he gave her in her hands and a very confident smile.

“What do you want to tell me?” he asked again.

“I love you.” it’s the only thing she said.

Matteo’s mouth opened a little in surprise: “What?”

“I love you.” She said again while still being in the same position as before this confession.

“But you’re with Michel.” he said a bit sad while processing what just happened.

“What? No, of course not. Who told you that?” she frowned.

“I saw you two kissing.” he couldn’t hide the pain on his face. This made her laugh a little and this got Matteo confused. “Why are you laughing?”

“I’m sorry but that didn’t happen. Okay, it did happen but I didn’t want to, he kissed me and I didn’t want to.” she explained to him.

“Really?” his face lit up. She just smiled and nodded. “I love you too, Luna."

They looked at each other with a satisfied smile, they were happy to confess their feelings to one another. Luna was tired of waiting so she slowly stepped closer to him. He watched her. Before he knew it, her hands were on his face and her lips were on his. It took him off guard so he didn’t kiss her back until later. He slowly closed his eyes to get lost in this moment. He put his hands on her waist while she caresses his cheek with one of hers. The kiss got deeper and deeper. The kiss felt desperate on both sides like they’ve been waiting for this forever and it was true. They didn’t break apart until they both needed to breathe. Even when they pulled apart, they still stayed close by letting their foreheads touch. They both had smiles from ear to ear on their face. They were truly happy at last.

"Promise me we will never be apart again.” she said in a desperate voice.

“I promise, chica delivery.” he asked while taking her in his arms. Her head rested on his chest while his chin rested on her head. They were holding each other so tight, it seemed almost impossible to breathe. They didn’t want to let go either.

They spent the rest of the afternoon kissing and holding each other until it was time to head home for dinner.

They walked hand in hand to the mansion. They haven’t told anyone about them yet so it sure was going to be an interesting evening. But all Matteo could think about was that he’s finally here with her again and he hasn’t felt this happy in a long time. Everyting was perfect for him. His career was going great, he had friends who support him and he’s with the girl he loves.

Luna stopped in the front door of the house to take a deep breath to gather her courage to tell everyone what happened. Matteo noticed this and he said: “It’s going to be okay, Luna, I’m here with you.” he squeezed her in the hand and they walked in together.

Everyone was already sitting down at the table. Including Alfredo and her parents. Before they walked into the dining room, he looked down at her and saw the panic spreading on her face. He put his arm around her shoulder to show her he’s there to support her and a bit of stress was gone.

She got to the room before she would loose all her courage and he had no choice but to follow her, he surprisingly hid it well that he was nervous as well but he wanted her to feel comfortable so they could both tell her friends and family.

She awaited everyone’s reaction when they walked in and he having his arm around her. Everyone stared at them and had no idea what to say. Simón and Pedro were smiling, realizing that they’re a couple again. Michel had a face of jealousy on, which made Matteo smile brightly while Luna looks at him with a stressed look on her face. Alfredo had a smile too and her parents looked very surprised.

“So does that mean you’re back together?” Simón was the first one to say something.

“Yes, Luna is my girlfriend.” he smiled down at her while bopping her nose. Tension still shown on her face.

“I’m glad to hear you made up.” Monica finally reacted and Miguel nodded in agreement. Luna was relieved to know that her parents approve of them. Simón went to sit on another chair to let Luna and Matteo sit next to each other.

During the entire dinner, they seemed to forget about the rest that’s sitting at the table. They were laughing and throwing jokes around. He even fed her a little because he thought it would be fun. When Luna finally realize she made some people uncomfortable, she turned around to sit straight at the table. She couldn’t stop herself from blushing and Matteo looked at her with a look full of love. He went to do the same afterwards after she gave him a warning look.

But despite her warning, he still held her hand in his under the table so no one could see it and this made them both smile. They were like this for the rest of the dinner.

After a while, it was time to go to bed and they haven’t seperated from each other all evening and they hated that they had no choice but to be apart now. Matteo didn’t want waste any more time, they’ve been apart for so long and they both suffered so much.

“Have I ever told you how pretty you look in your pjs?” Matteo said as she was ready to go to her room. He still stayed in the mansion to wish her a good night.

His compliment made her blush and Matteo was content with his accomplishment, he always loved how he made her blush, it really was the most adorable thing to him. “You look quite nice in your nightwear too.” They both smiled like idiots at each other.

He approached her and she did the same thing. They hugged each other tight. Then, he put a hand on her cheek and carressed it, he slowly leans in and gives her a quick peck on the lips. But she didn’t want to let go, when he tried to pull apart, she pulled him closer and their kiss was a few seconds longer than he intended it to be. Then they pulled apart once again but their lips lingered as they wanted to feel each other’s touch. They hugged each other one last time and then they went to their own room.

Before she was out of sight, he turned around and said: “Don’t dream too much about me, chica delivery.” he added a wink once she turned around as well. She gave him a smile and shook her head, she went upstairs afterwards.

It was 2am and Matteo couldn’t sleep, it was just too hard knowing his girlfriend was so close to him. Even though they were on the same property, he still missed her whenever he didn’t see her or whenever he couldn’t hold her close in his arms. At least the knowledge of them being a couple again kept him warm at night but it still wasn’t enough so he decided to get a warm cup of milk in the kitchen.

What he didn’t expect was to see Luna doing the exact same thing. She was surprised to see him as well. “Couldn’t sleep either?” she asked and he just nodded. “I’ll put a cup of milk in the microwave."

"So why can’t you sleep?” he asked her.

“I just had a bad dream.” she answered, trying to hide her eyes that are being filled with tears.

“Tell me. But only if you want to, of course.” he added to make her feel comfortable.

“Maybe I’ll tell you later.” tears started to stream down her face and it broke his heart in a thousand peaces.

He wiped her tears away with his fingers. “Hey, it’s okay. You’re going to be okay. I’m here for you.” he took her in his arms as she started to sob. He held her as close as he could.

When her sobs seemed to fade, she pulled away and said: “Thank you.”

“No problem, you know I’m here for you for whatever you need.” an idea came to mind. “You know, I know a way to distract you from all of this.” his lips formed a smirk.

“You do?” she frowned.

“Do you trust me?” he asked and she nodded. “Then close your eyes.” she obeyed him.

Softly, he put his hands on her cheeks and leaned in slowly. His lips touched hers and when she realized what he was doing, she started to kiss him. He kissed her back in less than a second. The kiss always got deeper until the point has come that they were making out. They got lost into each other. Forgetting their surroundings. Eventually, he lifted her up and put her on the kitchen counter to be able to kiss her better. It even got so far as using their tongues.

Before they knew it, someone was clearing their throat behind them and they had no choice but to stop. Matteo was a bit annoyed but acknowledged it wouldn’t be a good idea to continue.

When he turned around, he saw it was Alfredo and he saw Luna blushing behind him. There was an awkward silence now and to break this awkward moment, he said: “I should get back to bed.” he gave her a wink and a smile and then took his cup with him and left the two alone.

He waited until he left to be able to talk to her before she goes back to sleep. “I guess maybe that wasn’t such a good idea.” he admitted.

“You’re unbelievable.” she commented with a smile.

“Unbelievably irrestisible, I know.” he smirked again. After a minute, he got serious again: “Will you be able to sleep?” he was really worried now.

“I don’t know but I’ll try.” she said with a sad tone.

“What if I help you go to sleep?” he asked her. She looked confused at him. He continued: “I might have an idea but I’m not sure if you’ll like it."

"I’m open to anything.” she said, encouraging him.

“Then maybe we should go to your room to not wake up anyone.” he said casually, she panicked a little, “Don’t worry, I’m not going to do anything your parents don’t approve of.” she agreed but she was still worried.

They went to her room together and he asked her to go back to bed. She put the covers over herself. He went to lie down next to her. He put one arm around her and he slowly started to sing Quiero Verte Sonreír to her. He did it with a soft voice and Luna was able to close her eyes. Slowly, she fell asleep. When he was about to leave, she took his hand tightly in hers so he had no way to escape. He smiled as he watched her sleep until he fell asleep himself.

She woke up once again this night but Matteo managed to calm her down again. Finding all the sweet words to say to her and it eased her. She was able to sleep for the rest of the night.

Monica was the one to wake up Luna but her mome didn’t expect to find Matteo next to her.

They were both already awake when Monica entered but they were still in bed. All Monica did was putting on a surprised face and then she left, not knowing what else to do.

Luna and Matteo started laughing after this, it must have looked really weird to Luna’s mom.

“Chico fresa, it’s time to get up.” she said as she was already doing so.

“No, I want to stay in bed with you.” she turned around to look at him and he used his puppy eyes, knowing very well that Luna couldn’t resist this.

“We can’t, I have to get to school.” she tried to avoid his gaze. He sighed, knowing he can’t argue with that.

“At least give me a kiss before you get ready.” He knew he was being a bit clingy but he didn’t care and he knew she loved it when he was like this. She meant to give him a quick peck but he held her so she couldn’t pull away and the peck turned into a deep but brief kiss. She left her room after this, he watched her walk out.

He was dragging to go and eat breakfast because he had no idea what her family was going to stay about what they saw.

Unfortunately for him, her parents and Alfredo were sitting at the table with Luna and they seemed to have been waiting for him to come down.

“I hope you slept well last night.” Miguel began as he clearly knew what just went down in Luna’s room.

“I did, thank you.” he tried to stay polite but he got nervous nevertheless.

“I also heard you couldn’t let go of Luna.” Monica said. His cheeks turned red and Luna’s did too.

“Sir…” he was playing with his fingers due to being really nervous. “I didn’t mean to…”

Alfredo interrupted: “It’s okay, we get it.” the man gave him a smile and he let out a breath in relief.

“I should go to school.” Luna finally said and she stood up.

Matteo did as well: “I’ll accompany you to the door.” she gave him a smile and intertwined her fingers with his. They walked to the front door together.

They paused when they got there and turned to look at each other. “Have a nice day, chica delivery and don’t get too distracted by thinking about me.”

“I’ll try my best, chico fresa.” they smiled and he kissed her on the cheek and then she left to go to Blake.

He stayed at the front door to watch her leave. While he looked at her, he thought about how amazing these past 24 hours were. They were full of happiness and he hasn’t felt this happy in a long time. He still couldn’t believe his own ears whenever he called Luna his girlfriend and whenever she called him her boyfriend, it sounded like music to his ears.

He wouldn’t change anything about his life right now, he’s just filled with happiness and he was sure that this entire situation isn’t going to change anytime soon. Because for the first time in a long time, he saw a beautiful future in front of him filled with laughter, love, her smiles, their kisses, their happiness and that’s all he ever wished for.

#Soy luna #lutteo #fic request #ask #answered #my soy luna fic

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bob-giovanni · 6 years

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A Casual Affair - Part 21

Characters: Simon X OFC

Summary: Violet tries to adjust to her new more public life.

Warnings: Cursing, Angst, A bit of fluff

Notes: I’m sorry it took so long to get this written, and this is a pretty short chapter, too. I’ve had the worst case of writer’s block. It also didn’t help that I was busy bingeing Brooklyn 99 (It’s a fucking fantastic show and you should watch it if you haven’t.)

Song for this Chapter: “Paparazzi” by Lady Gaga (Playlist Here!)

Simon and Violet had been back from their vacation for a little over 2 months and since then things had been a little crazy. Pretty much everyone at the office now knew that Simon and Violet were in a relationship which prompted some complaints about favoritism. Luckily Violet was able to find a new job working as an assistant at one of the big Broadway theaters. It sucked not being able to see Simon as often, especially since he’d moved back into his place. But they still spent every weekend and multiple nights during the week together. One thing that was starting to wear on Violet was the attention. It didn’t happen often, but considering it never happened before, getting recognized a few times a week was taking it’s toll. Violet was planning on taking time this coming weekend to talk to Simon to see how he coped with this sort of thing in the beginning.

As Violet was finishing up her tasks for the day, her new boss, a guy around her age named Andy, walked up to her desk. “Hey, Violet.” She smiled and looked up at him. “Hey, Andy. What’s up?” Andy was clearly about to walk out the door. He had his backpack slung over one shoulder and his bike helmet in his hand. “Before you head out for the weekend, can you just make sure that the new rehearsal schedule is posted online? We really have to kick things into high gear if we’re gonna be ready for the opening in a couple of weeks.” Violet nodded. “Already done. I wanted to make sure everyone had plenty of time to get their affairs in order since the next couple of weeks are going to be capital B busy.” Andy laughed softly and nodded. “Thanks, Violet. You’re the best. Have a great weekend!” “You too, Andy.”

Violet watched as Andy left. When she first took the job with him, she was worried that he’d try and use the fact that her boyfriend used to be her boss to try and get into her pants. Luckily Andy is gay so she had no worries there. And he was really nice. He acknowledged that he knew about her story from the papers but he assured that he wouldn’t judge because he knew the papers didn’t know the whole story and it was none of his business what went on behind closed doors. That was a huge relief for Violet. She’d been on a few other interviews before landing the one with Andy and all the other people wanted to talk about was her relationship. It was nice knowing that there was at least one person who didn’t give a shit. And no one else that worked at the theatre treated her any differently. It was all she could’ve hoped for.

As Violet was nearly done for the day she texted George, the driver Simon insisted he pay for to take her to and from work everyday, to let him know she was almost ready. About 15 minutes later, George replied that he was outside. Violet grabbed her things and made sure to shut out the lights and lock the door as she left and climbed into the back of the car. “Afternoon, Violet.” He greeted her as she buckled up. George was originally from Tennessee and had a thick southern accent that always made Violet smile. “Afternoon, George. How was your day?” “Ah you know, uneventful. How was yours?” “The same.” Violet and George chatted a bit as he drove towards her apartment. Once the car pulled up out front, Violet thanked George and told him to have a good weekend before heading into her building.

As Violet took her keys from her purse as she walked up the stairs to her apartment. She was so tired that she didn’t notice Simon sitting in the arm chair facing the door when she first entered. However when she turned to put her things down, she gasped loudly and put her hand on her chest. “Jesus Christ, Simon!” She exclaimed. Simon let out a loud laugh and slapped his knee. “Oh I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He said between giggles. “What the fuck did you think would happen? I wasn’t expecting you until later tonight!” “I know, I know. I just wanted to surprise you.” Violet set her things down and kicked off her shoes. “Well consider me surprised.” Simon stood and walked over to Violet, smiling at her as he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “How was your day?” Violet smiled and wrapped her arms around Simon’s torso, really needing to feel safe in his arms. “Stressful.”

Simon wrapped his arms around Violet. “I’m sorry, love. I ordered us dinner. It should be here soon. Why don’t you tell me about your day while we wait for it to get here?” Violet nodded followed Simon to the couch, snuggling against his side when he sat down. She sighed deeply before speaking. “How did you deal with all the attention when it first started happening?” She asked. Simon gently ran his fingers through her hair. “What do you mean?” Violet gently ran her fingertips along Simon’s clothed abs. “I mean when you first started getting recognized in public, when you started noticing people taking pictures of you while you were just doing normal everyday things…how did you deal with it?” Simon sighed softly. “Unfortunately there’s no right answer. Some people just adapt. Other’s hide. With me, I just tried to pretend like the cameras weren’t there. If someone approached me, as long as they were nice about it, I’d talk to them or take a picture with them or whatever. If they were rude I’d tell them to fuck off and go on about my day.” Simon leaned down and kissed Violet’s forehead. “You’re strong, baby girl. You’ll get through it.”

Violet nodded. “I know. It’s just frustrating. I went out at lunch and some guy in the deli I went to kept taking pictures of me. He wasn’t even trying to hide it. It was like he thought that just because parts of my life have been made public that he had every right to just snap a million photos of me. Like, if you’re gonna do it at least be more discreet.” Simon sighed. He hated that his actions had led to this. He wanted nothing more than to protect Violet and he felt like a failure. “Do you feel unsafe? I could get you a bodyguard.” Violet laughed softly and shook her head. “I think that’s overkill. But I appreciate the thought.” A moment later the bell rang. Simon stood and pressed the buzzer once he confirmed it was the delivery man with their food. Simon thanked the man and took the bag to the kitchen. He set up everything for them before calling Violet in. As they ate, Violet talked a little more about her new job. Simon wasn’t super familiar with the world of theatre so hearing about some of the behind the scenes stuff was pretty neat.

“How’s your new boss?” Violet smiled and nodded. “Andy is a nice guy. He’s one of the few people I’ve met recently that doesn’t give a shit about my personal life.” Simon smiled. “He, uh, try to make a move on you?” Violet laughed and shook her head. “Calm down, Simon. He’s gay.” Simon laughed softly. “Sorry. I let my jealousy get the best of me for a second.” Violet smiled. “It happens to the best of us.” When they were finished eating, Violet cleaned up and put away their leftovers. Simon poured each of them a glass of wine and headed out to the living room. He placed the glasses on the coffee table before settling down on the couch and turning on the TV. This was how he and Violet would unwind at the end of the week. They’d each have a couple of glasses of wine after dinner, watch some TV or a movie before heading to the bedroom to have sex and then they’d fall asleep in each other’s arms. It was a comfortable routine that they’d both quickly gotten used to. Violet joined Simon on the couch a few moments later and took a sip of her wine before leaning up to peck Simon’s lips a few times. “Love you.” She said softly. Simon smiled and nuzzled her nose. “Love you too.”

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Violet slowly opened her eyes and looked over at the clock on her bedside table. It was 2AM and she had to pee badly. This always happened. She’d wake up in the middle of the night and be so comfortable and not want to move but she had to go to the bathroom and had no choice but to get up. She groaned a bit as she sat up on the edge of the bed and stretched her arms a bit. She stood and trudged to the bathroom, not even bothering to cover up. Simon was the only other person in the apartment so she certainly didn’t care if she was naked around him. Once she was finished she washed her hands before heading back to the bedroom. As she climbed into the bed, her phone dinged. She furrowed her eyebrows and picked it up off the nightstand. The notification indicated that she had a DM on Twitter. She’d never gotten DMs before but as soon as her relationship with Simon became public she started getting some with people calling her a whore and a home wrecker as well as the occasional dick pic.

This was an actual message though from someone she didn’t know. The message simply read, “Trouble in paradise?” with a link. Violet sighed softly as she tapped the link, expecting to be sent to some bullshit tabloid story. However she was surprised when the link led to some photos instead. There were about 20 pictures, all of them were of Simon and Charlotte. In a couple of the photos they were holding hands. In a couple others they were kissing and smiling and laughing. Violet rolled her eyes. Why would she care about some old photos of Simon with his soon to be ex-wife? But Violet could feel her heart drop when she took a closer look at the photos. They were timestamped from 3 days ago. That had to be photoshopped, right? But then Violet realized the shirt Simon was wearing. She’d bought it for him just before they left Bora Bora. So at the very least the photos had been taken within the last 2 months. Violet felt tears stinging at her eyes. Was Simon cheating on her…with his wife?

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#Simon the Savior #Simon TWD #Steven Ogg #TWD Fanfiction #Simon X OFC

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