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#my husband was helping but i knocked the last two guys myself :')
queers-gambit · 1 year
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Not So Heavenly Surprise
prompt: you share exciting news with your husband but don't receive the reaction you thought you'd get. and then, the Outbreak.
pairing: Joel Miller x female!wife!reader only height mentioned: you're shorter than Joel
fandom masterlist: HBO's The Last of Us
word count: 7.2k+
warnings: angst, angst, angst, slutty angst club, cursing, character death, major major major spoilers, death of a child, descriptive language - we talk about death and dead bodies!!! canon-level violence! NOT edited!!! (will get around to it) this work is super NOT FOR MINORS ❗️season one, episode one spoilers
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September 02nd, 2002 one year before Outbreak Day
"You're going to have to tell him," you sighed to your reflection, trying to amp up the bravery. "He's gonna notice, you don't want him questioning anything, now do you? No, nope, no way, you don't. Okay, so, that's it - you're gonna tell him when he gets home. No big deal."
There was a knock at the door, Sarah calling, "Are you okay in there?"
"Girl!" You laughed, reaching for the knob and opening it to see her. "Ever heard of this thing called 'privacy'?"
"Not in this house," She smirked. "Can I get in? Wash my face?"
"Oh, yeah, totally," you moved out of her way, continuing with your nightly routine.
"So, who were you talking to?"
"Myself," you mused. "It helps me work out big decisions."
"Oh, so, you're finally gonna tell Dad you're pregnant?"
"What!?" You yelped, dropping the jar of night cream and groaning when it dolloped out from the fall - landing on your foot. "What the hell, Sarah?"
"What? You're surprised I figured it out?" She teased. "I found the pregnancy test."
"What? You were digging in the trash?"
"Well, if you must know, I dropped the toothpaste in there and found it when I was fishing it out..."
"Sarah," you sighed.
"You know he's going to be really happy, right?" She smiled at you, massaging her cheeks to curate foam from her face wash.
"Maybe," you sighed, stooping to clean your mess. "But I've been trying to figure out what to say."
"What's to say? Just tell him," she giggled. "C'mon, you guys have been married 8 years now! Isn't this, like, what was supposed to happen?"
"Well, yeah, but - "
"But nothing," Sarah laughed. "You're getting all nervous for nothing. It's just Dad, he loves you. He's going to be happy, I promise."
You sighed, nodding slowly, "All right, well, I'll try to tell him tonight."
"There is no try, only do."
"You did not just quote Star Wars to me!"
"Well, is Yoda wrong?"
You whined a little, "No..."
"So, get it done," she smiled. "This is really exciting."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," she smiled, "I've always wanted to be a big sister."
"You'd kick ass as one," you agreed.
"Think how upset and flustered Dad will be when I teach Baby to curse!"
"Sarah, you teach the kid any curse words and I'll wash your own mouth with soap," you teasingly warned with a pointed finger. "I'm a little nervous, I think," you admitted.
"Why? Daddy loves you, he'll be really happy," Sarah defended. "Maybe a little shocked, but he'll be over the moon with joy."
"You think?"
"I know," she nodded. "Tell him tonight!"
"Tell who, what?" Tommy asked, appearing in the doorway to make you both shriek.
"What happened!?" You heard Joel, but then, everything was drowned out as you and Sarah started yelling at Tommy for scaring the shit outta you both. Joel appeared in time to see his little brother throw his hands up in defense, laughing at the two of you.
"Not cool, man!" You barked, shaking your head. "Didn't hear y'all come in, the hell's wrong wit'chu?"
"Y'all didn't lock the front door, again," Tommy smirked. "I came up real quick and quiet."
"Jackass," you muttered, wiping your hands on a towel before exiting the room. "Hi, baby," you muttered to Joel, pausing to rock onto your toes and plant a kiss to your husband's lips.
"Hi, honey," he mused, arm anchoring your waist. "What's with the screamin'?"
"Your brother's an ass," you pouted, giving your best exaggerated bottom lip.
"You had it comin', darlin'," Tommy teased. "Told you to lock up, huh?"
"Why're you even here? Why are you always! Here!?" You whined lightly. "Go home!"
"I'm staying the night," he mocked gently.
"You better not clean my fridge out," you warned him with slitted eyes. "I just went to the shop."
"You get them cookies you like?" Tommy perked a brother, watching your eyes widen a small fraction. "YOU DID!" Tommy laughed, turning, and bolting down the stairs - making you yelp and start yelling after him, following closely.
Joel and Sarah could be heard laughing from upstairs.
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It was close to midnight by the time you and Joel finally settled for bed. Sarah's homework was done, whole family fed, Tommy was nursing a bonked head with a small ice pack, and you and Joel were turning your bed down.
"Hey, uh," you cleared your throat as you both got in the sheets, "so, I was wonderin' somethin'."
"What's that, sugar?"
"What do you think of when you consider the future?"
Joel paused, then shrugged, "We go to Nashville with Sarah this summer."
"No, baby, I mean the future - like, years from now."
Joel chuckled, "Uh, I don't know, baby, I just think of you and Sarah and Tommy... There's not many others left 'round."
"That's all?"
"I don't know, I think sometimes when Sarah goes off to college, that girl's goin' on a scholarship, you know? So, you and I could maybe take some time for a vacation. Finally take you on that honeymoon I promised."
You hummed, settling against his chest, "Where we goin'?"
"You know I'd take you wherever you wanted," he sighed, "but maybe we could afford... I don't know, trip to... Vegas?"
"So we can renew our vows with Elvis?"
"Why not?" He chuckled, squeezing your hip. "Might be fun, right?"
"You just wanna see the strippers."
"Can you blame me?"
You laughed and smacked his chest, "Easy, mister, you're on thin ice."
Joel laughed lightly, "You know I'm teasin', darlin'. C'mon, anywhere we could, where would you go?"
"Oh, the Maldives, without a doubt.," You smirked. "But how about we keep it simple? Go to, say, Paris?"
Joel snickered, "That's simple?"
"City of Love for our honeymoon? Baby, I'd say that's more cliché than anything. Besides, don't you wanna kiss me at the top of the Eiffel Tower?"
"'Course, sugar, but the food there?"
"Oh, like you've ever been!" You laughed, looking up at him. "Don't talk shit when you don't know."
"Hmm," he considered, "solid advice, sweetheart."
He reached out to caress the side of your cheek, making you sigh, "One thing's missin' though..."
"What's that?" Joel smirked.
"We'd have to find a babysitter."
"Sarah will be older than - "
"No, no, baby, not talkin' 'bout Sarah."
"Who, then?" He chuckled. "Tommy? Though he likes proving us wrong, he can take care of himself."
"No, I'm talking about a babysitter for us."
"Lost me again, sweetheart."
You stared at him for a moment, then admitted, "I'm pregnant. So, we'd need to find a sitter 'cause we'd have a little one by then." However, Joel just stared down at you, brows slowly furrowing as he processed your words. "Joel?" You wondered when he didn't answer, but instead, looked off past you. "Honey, you still with me?"
"I heard you," he grit, making you instantly sit up and off of him.
"Joel?"
He sighed deeply, "Why'd you have to do that?"
"I'm sorry?"
Joel sat up and swung his legs from bed, making you feel instantly smaller than you actually were. "Why'd you have to go and do that? Huh? Get pregnant?"
"Joel - "
"No, what the hell's this!?" He demanded, looking far too upset than you ever considered. "You're pregnant? You're really pregnant?"
"Yes - "
"God fuckin' damn it!" Joel swatted at a lamp, knocking it over, and waking the entire house - not that either Tommy or Sarah were asleep yet. "You can't seriously be pregnant!" Joel barked at you, and if he could, you knew he'd be gnashing his teeth.
"Why is this such a shock?" You asked. "This is what happens when you're married - "
"You were supposed to be on birth control!"
"It's only so much effective when you're cumming in me like some sex doll!" You snapped back, aware of your loudness.
"Don't turn this on me!"
"I'm not! Fuck's sake, I'm happy about this!" You stood from the bed, too. "I'm happy we're havin' a baby! Why're you reacting this way?"
"We can't afford a baby right now!" Joel looked enraged now. "We don't got the space - fuckin' Tommy crashes the couch! Where we puttin' a whole baby, huh? Where we puttin' a kid? How're we gonna afford more groceries? More schoolin'? You didn't think this through, now, did you!?"
"Fuck's sake, Joel, do I need to give you a sex-ed course? Explain how you're just as much in this as I am? I didn't do this to myself, we both took risks - but I didn't think this was gonna be an issue! I thought you'd want this!"
"When have I ever said I wanted another kid? Huh? Don't put words in my mouth, woman! I got Sarah, ain't no kid better than that! Why would I even want to bother? Knowing our situation!? You think you're ready to be a mom? All you do is work, and it makes you a pretty shaky stepmother! Neither of us are in a place to just stop and take care of a kid, we're in too deep with our current bills!"
You felt too stunned to speak, every defense you had lowering in pure sadness as tears collected in your eyes. "You serious, right now?"
"Completely," he sighed, hands to his hips.
"So, you... You don't want this baby?"
Joel's jaw flexed. "Not right now, no."
"Okay," you sighed.
"I can't take care of another kid," he shook his head. "Look, why can't Sarah be enough? You've known her her whole life."
"Why is it so wrong to wonder what it's like to be pregnant? To have my own child? Since you have Sarah."
"We have Sarah," he snapped.
"No... We don't, since I'm only a shaky stepmother."
"I didn't mean it like that."
"No? How'd you mean it?" You wondered sarcastically. "Maybe that I won't be a good mother? That you don't want a kid with me, is it? Whatever, Joel, look, there's no compromise here. You don't want this baby, but I do... So, this it is."
"What is? To what?"
"Us," you sighed, gesturing between you. "If you really don't want this baby, then I don't see how we can still participate in a marriage."
"The fuck - "
"I won't stay where I'm not wanted."
"I want you, just not the baby!"
"So, understand this. Because I'm growing that baby currently, you simply don't want me. So, it's all right, now. I'll get my shit and get out, figure out what to do movin' forward, and I'll have the divorce papers sent - "
"Like hell, you are!" Joel raged.
"How're we gonna fix this then!?"
"Fuckin' Christ, woman, you really know how to piss me off! This ain't my issue - this is your problem. But we ain't gettin' a divorce, so, you better figure it out."
You scoffed, "Who the hell even are you?"
"Come again?"
You gestured at him, "This is not who I married."
"Neither are you. When we got married, you said Sarah was more than enough - "
"You know what? Feelin's change!"
Joel scoffed, "Yeah, fuckin' tell me 'bout it."
"Wow," you sighed, turning for the closet, muttering, "wow, wow, wow, wow, WOW!"
"Fuck!" Joel snapped. "C'mon, doll, don't do this."
He watched you pack a suitcase frantically, the fight continuing to wage farther into the night. Back and forth, you two went round after round after round, trying to make the other understand and see reason. To Joel, it was a matter of financials and space. To you? It was everything else.
By 3 am, you had finally packed your necessary belongings into two bags - a suitcase and purse - before you were charging down the stairs with Joel still hollering after you. Tommy was in the living room, pacing, and Sarah was laid on the couch, eyes red and swollen as she clutched a pillow to her chest. You came to a halt when you saw them both, Joel still sneering but silencing himself when he saw what you stared at.
Just like that, he understood his brother and daughter had heard every word he shouted at you, and never had he felt such shame. You swallowed harshly, nodding at Tommy before looking to Sarah. With a wobbling smile, you managed to garble, "I'm sorry."
"Mama, wait!" Sarah gasped, shooting off the couch as you fled for the front door; Tommy catching her around her waist. "No! No! Daddy, go get her! Don't go! Mama! Please! What's happening? Why won't you go after her!?"
But to Tommy's shock and horror, Joel silently descended the stairs to push the front door closed and locked it - bolting them inside and his wife outside. "Joel," Tommy shook his head, confusing marring his features. "The hell happened?"
But Joel only sighed, turned, and headed up the stairs again. Not a moment later, his bedroom door closed - making Tommy release Sarah. She rushed to the door but stopped, only staring out, and Tommy understood she could no longer see your car.
"Hey, Sarah?" Tommy called softly. "You can stay home from school tomorrow. All right?"
She only nodded silently, taking a seat at the front door and just watching. He frowned, wanting to shoo her off to bed, but understood that her child-like mind could only understand so much. She wanted to wait for you to come home, she wanted to see you coming... However, the following morning, Joel found his daughter slumped against the front door and his brother on the stairs from watching her.
His heart had plummeted to his feet when he saw them, more so when he understood you weren't home. The house already felt colder.
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September 26th, 2003 Outbreak Day
Your daughter was barely a few months old by the time "it" happened. After leaving Joel, you went home to your parents and they were gracious enough to welcome you and the babe growing in your womb.
They made up your childhood bedroom into a nursery and let you transform their home office into a spare bedroom as your little brother was living in the guest room and older sister in the basement. It was an incredibly tiny room, but it worked for now; and your little girl was a ray of sunshine that you barely noticed how miserable you truly felt.
You hadn't seen Joel since the birth... And before that? Not since your fight. He really didn't want shit to do with your daughter, and while you always told him when your appointments were, he never showed. When you went into labor, your father was the one who called him because you only sobbed through the pain that you wanted your husband. So, Joel showed that day, but didn't go into the delivery room. He just waited outside it, listening, feeling his heart shatter again and again as you begged someone to find your husband, but no matter how your mother and father begged him to go in, he wouldn't. He couldn't.
It was only after the baby was born did he venture in.
You looked beat to hell and the sheets seemed bloodier than usual, but he didn't want to linger. He only nodded at you, hands in his pockets, "Good job... She's real beautiful."
You blinked, glancing over to where a nurse was swaddling the just-cleaned baby. "Thank you," you whispered. Then, he turned to leave, "W-Wait!" You begged, making him pause. "Don't you... I-I don't know, want to help name her?"
Joel sighed, glancing at you over his shoulder, "No, 's all right. Whatever you want, she's your daughter."
Your heart broke all over again, watching him leave. So much so, when the nurse brought your daughter over for you to hold, you broke down in horrendous sobs that the nurse actually shied away. You couldn't breathe from the pain, and it actually set off a few alarms on your hospital monitors.
Your mother watched in despair as a team of professionals had to sedate you in order to calm you down enough; holding her grandbaby and rocking her arms. She waited for days, hoping you'd ask to hold your daughter, but never did. Only when the lactation expert came in to help you nurse your daughter did you actually "willingly" hold her.
It just broke your heart to even look at her because she looked so much like Joel that it should've been illegal. Eventually, you came around and felt as if you couldn't set the baby down, but for the first few days were exhaustingly tough. Your parents were a huge help, but that didn't make it easier on you to try and process life without Joel. You loved your husband, wanted him back, but after his behavior, you couldn't fathom being within 6 feet of him again.
However, life had much different plans.
You didn't feed your baby formula, opting for breast feeding. Ironically, during your pregnancy, you had developed an intolerance to gluten and never wanted flour-products even after giving brith to your daughter. However, your father loved your mother's cookies...
It was nearly 2 am when it happened.
Your father had been the first "Infected" of the family, and only your mother was in their room with him. You heard the thumping and screams, peering out of your room only to see blood pooling from under your parent's closed bedroom door. "Get back," you hissed at your little brother, darting down the hall to your daughter's nursery.
"DADDY! NO!" You heard your brother scream a minute later, panic enveloping you as your daughter started to cry.
"No, no, no, it's okay, hey, hey, it's okay, sweetheart," you whispered, trying to shush her. There wasn't time to spare, and just as you secured your daughter to your chest with tight arms and made it from her room, your father came barreling out of your little brother's room - scaring the shit outta you. "D-Daddy?"
He snarled, neck snapping when he looked at you - but that wasn't your father. No, this creature was something else and while it was in your father's body, it wasn't your Daddy, and you weren't safe here.
"Down here! NOW!" Katie, your older sister called, making you shoot off down the stairs in a blind panic. Your father came crashing down behind you, knocking into your legs as you reached the bottom - forcing you to turn over and land on your back to protect your kid.
"OH MY GOD!" You screamed when your father bolted upright.
"STAY DOWN!"
Your sister swung her softball bat, knocking your father's head back with a sickly snap. He went down, and for a moment, it was all quiet. "What the fuck?" You panted, baby still crying.
"I don't know," Katie panted, reaching for your arms and helping you up. "I-I didn't - I didn't think," she stuttered, looking at your father, who's head was split open and spewing blood. "I-I killed him."
"Between us?" You nodded, "Think he was already dead."
"Where's Mommy? And Billy!?"
"Upstairs..."
"You don't think...?"
"Should we check?"
"What if they're alive and we just left them?" She worried, blinking back tears. "I-I don't know what to do."
"I think we need to get the fuck outta here," you admitted, looking around you two. "We aren't safe here, Katie, we should move."
Just then, there was a thud from upstairs. Your sister uttered your name in fear, and you had to steel yourself. "What do we do?" She whispered.
"Kitchen, there's only one door and the basement," you nodded, the two of you turning and hustling into the room. You looked around and found a long cerated knife, standing at the ready with one arm around your baby.
"What's gonna come for us?"
"Whatever the hell happened to Daddy," you gulped. "I still think we should run for it."
"But Mama - "
"She's probably dead!" You snapped. "But we aren't. We don't have to die if we play smart. I say, we get what we need and get the fuck out of here."
However, before she could answer, there was a snarling from outside the door. Your baby still cried, and soon, the door was bursting open with your mother's Infected body being hurled through the door. Your sister begged your name in a yell and you repeated at her that it's not really your mother - keeping the kitchen island between you three - and that she needed to swing the bat.
However, your little brother came barreling inside right after and knocked into you. It was a struggle as you had to let go of your baby to keep the 10-year-old demon off your body; hip teeth gnashing as pale tendrils came curling out of his mouth.
"NO!"
You couldn't look back at your sister, struggling to keep the suspiciously-strong boy at bay. You used your feet to kick him off you, snatch up the knife, and as he came back - snarling and screaming - you only stabbed the knife up into the underside of his jaw. Yanking free, blood and more came gushing out, and your brother when down.
When you turned, your sister was panting and leaning against a counter. Mother laid dead at her feet. "You good?" You asked.
"Yeah... You?"
"Yeah," you sniffled, moving to collect your baby from the bloody linoleum floor. "Can we get the fuck outta here now?"
"There's no more threat."
"Seriously?" You snapped. "Honey, if it happened here, it's happenin' elsewhere and we need to fucking move before we get left behind. Understand me?"
But then... There was a sickening sound from the only other door in the kitchen... The one leading to the basement...
"Katie?" You called your sister's name, "it's time to run."
"GO!" She screamed when a new body, that of your next door neighbor, came bursting through the door. You both ran, your daughter tight to your chest, and just made it outside your family home when a truck was screeching to a halt.
Joel leapt from the passenger seat, hollering your name in panic, and making you shoot off like a Roman Candle towards him. He caught you easily, holding you and your infant close to his chest as Katie came sprinting from behind you - taking cover behind Joel.
"What - "
"JOEL!" Katie screamed, pointing towards the body rushing from your home.
"Tommy!"
There came a gunshot, making you flinch into his chest as he turned you from the sight. "Get in the truck," Tommy called, Sarah opening the door from the inside to invite Katie in.
"We gotta go, darlin', it's time to go, let's go," Joel muttered to you.
"What the fuck is happenin'?"
"We don't know, but it's bad," he nodded, looking around frantically. "We need off the streets, baby, please, get in the truck."
But you paused, asking him, "You came back for me?"
"For the both of you," he sighed, caressing the top of your daughter's head - who still wailed in fear. "Please, baby, it's time to go - get in the truck." When you did, he rambled, "Thank you, thank you, thank you, all right, Tommy! Let's go!"
When everyone was in and doors shut, a new game began: Get the Hell Outta Dodge.
During the ride, Tommy and Joel filled you and Katie in with what they knew from the broadcasters that were once on the airwaves. Sarah held onto you tightly, infant child still wriggling in your lap and arms. You were trying to flee the suburbs, making for the highway, but it seemed, everyone else who hadn't been killed off had the same idea and created intense traffic.
"We're okay," you whispered to Sarah on repeat, almost in a chant. Katie frowned and slowly reached over Sarah's lap, taking hold of your daughter. You slowly let go only to latch full onto Sarah and try to comfort her with slow rocking and cooed words of encouragement. Joel knew that in your time apart, you and Sarah saw each other often - nearly on a daily basis - and could understand that you were her mother, through-and-through.
You both needed the comfort right now.
Someone to lean on.
Someone to be scared with you instead of saying "buck up."
"Take the field, Tommy!" Katie barked from the back, holding your screaming baby to her shoulder and trying to offer her warmth and comfort. However, it was impossible with the tangible panic and loud blaring of horns and cursing voices. "We can cut across and pick the road up on the west side."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. West, West, all right. All right, hang on," he turned the wheel, everyone bracing for the sharp movement before the bumping of the terrain became wildly uneven.
Around them, other cars followed suit, and the field was soon flooded with civilian cars trying to flee. "The fuck could be happening?" Katie asked you, gulping, "You're the doctor!"
"I-I don't fucking know, Katie, please," you whispered back, gulping in nerves as Tommy drove you all over the grass.
However, when they came over the hill to catch sight of their destination, there was a flooding of lights and choppers in the air. Tommy cursed, "Shit! Fuckin' Army!"
"Isn't that good?" Sarah asked from your embrace.
"It's good for them, but that's the highway we're tryna get to," Tommy explained, coming to a halt as cars flooded past them.
"All right, keep movin'. Head north," Joel advised quietly, his mind trying to settle.
"Could be a lotta people," Tommy argued lightly.
"Well, we can't go south, we can't go east, we can't go west," Joel pointed out. "Hell else we supposed to go?"
"Tommy, fuckin' drive!" You grit, Katie joining you in on the last word.
"Tommy, c'mon!" Joel followed right after. The tires squealed as Tommy pressed on the gas while turning his wheel, making the truck turn and speed off for a distant suburban town; lights in the distance guiding you. "Yeah," Joel muttered. "Yeah, I know that place. This can work."
"Yeah, all right, fine, cool, but then what?" Katie asked. "Where are we supposed to go then?"
"I don't know. Mexico. Just far, far as we can," Joel answered uneasily. "How much gas?"
"Three-quarter tank," Tommy answered.
"Go through town," Joel advised. "Golf course by the river, straight across, we pick up the highway on the other side of the blockade, then we're out."
"I'm gonna throw up," Katie whispered, head tilted back with her eyes closed.
"If you're feelin' sick, hand me my baby," you snapped, looking at her with fear.
"No, girl, it's anxiety," she snapped back. "I'm not sick."
"How can you be sure?" Sarah wondered.
"Cause it would've hit us the same as it did our family..."
"Who'd it hit?" Tommy wondered, looking back.
"We're all that's left," you sighed, saving your sister from answering. "Daddy turned first, then Mama... Billy after... We got out."
"They bite 'chall?" Tommy asked, glancing back.
"No," you answered, looking at Katie. "You bit?"
"Nope, I beat 'em to the punch," she sighed. "Ah, fuck, my stomach."
"Throw up in my truck, darlin'," Tommy muttered, sucking his teeth.
"Throw up on my baby, Kate, and I'll beat 'cho ass," you snipped, perking a warning brow at her.
"Girl," she sighed, glancing at Sarah - who had sat off you in contemplation. "Sarah?" She whispered in wondered.
"Maybe it's everywhere," she voiced, glancing at the two of you sat on either side of her. "Maybe there's nowhere to go..."
"Well, hey, we'll just have to find somewhere safe," you nodded back at her, but furrowed your brow. "Anyone hear that?"
"Oh, shit - "
"What the fuck!?" Tommy called over Katie, glancing up towards the roof as there came a deafening sound of a plane flying far too low to the ground.
"Cover her ears!" You begged Katie, reaching for Sarah to press your hands over her ears. Your sister held your daughter's ears closed - her still screaming bloody murder - as the plane flew over the truck.
"Fuckin' hell!" She looked back, noting the sky. Sarah whipped around, too, only to spy two more planes in the sky - all flying low and at odd angles.
However, ahead of them, cop cars were speeding around the streets and cutting off any route. "Son of a bitch," Tommy cursed. "Gotta go around. Grab somethin'!"
You held onto the designated 'oh shit!' bar over your head as Sarah leaned over to hold Katie and your baby. Tommy took a sharp right into an alley, between buildings. When you all rightened, it was only to see the people on the street running around, screaming, cars zooming past them all. Tommy took a left, then another right, and joined the bustle of the street.
"All right, keep goin', keep goin'," Joel pointed ahead, but tommy blew past a stop sign. "Shit - TOMMY!"
Another car came to a screeching halt, barely missing T-boning the Tommy's truck. They moved on, only to discover people mauling each other in the street - blocking most of their path. "Oh, my God," Sarah whispered, reaching for you as your arm came around her shoulders again as Tommy came to a stall.
"Tommy, you can't stop here," Joel reminded.
"I can't drive through 'em all!"
"Are you serious?" Joel barked. "Just keep goin'!"
However, ahead came the smashing of glass and a stampede of people - all running wildly and making you assume they were Infected, too. "Ohhhhhhh, shit," Katie whimpered.
"Go, go, go, go, back, back, back, back, back, back," Joel encouraged his brother, who hastily switched gears.
"I'm trying!"
However, when you and Sarah looked back to watch the crowd and stay out of Tommy's range of sight, you saw a distant threat and tuned everything else out. "Joel!" You begged, reaching for his arm as the sight of an airborne plane turning in the sky to head back your way was far too pressing right now.
"Dad!" Sarah echoed.
"Holy shit," Katie sobbed, cradling your baby tightly and without you even noticing, put her seatbelt on.
"Move. MOVE!" Joel told Tommy.
The plane took a nosedive into the ground, exploding, and send a flurry of parts around the surrounding area. One of those areas happened to the building you were driving past, and one of the steel parts ricocheted off it and into the truck.
Everything went black.
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"Baby? Baby, can you hear me? Hey, hey, hey, darlin', c'mon, open them pretty eyes for me, c'mon, baby, please."
"Fuck," you wheezed, eyes slowly opening.
"Hey, hey, hey, there you are, hey," Joel whispered, Tommy, Katie, and Sarah already out of the truck. "There you go, c'mon, you all right? You hurt?"
"No," you blinked a few times, wiggling your toes and fingers. "Fuck's sake, what happened?"
"Car accident," he nodded, "c'mon, sugar, gotta get up for me," he looked around. "We ain't safe here, c'mon, baby, that's it."
You nodded and let him pull you from the wreckage, grunting when shattered glass pressed into your skin to create long drips of blood that resembled a child's melted-crayon canvas from elementary art class. When out, Sarah kept weight off her ankle and wobbled in her stance, making you frowned, "All right?"
"Ankle," Sarah sniffled.
"We gotta get off the streets!" Tommy called from the other side of the car.
"KATIE!?"
"I got her!" She called back, and then, you could distinguish her shrill crying. You sighed with relief before Tommy was profanely screaming and Joel turned you and Sarah from the car just as an out-of-control police car came smashing into the truck.
"I got her," you told Joel, taking hold of Sarah in full as he nodded in thanks before turning for the wreckage they couldn't get around.
"Tommy!? Tommy!? Katie!? TOMMY!"
The brothers found a glimpse of each other through the flames, Tommy telling his brother, "Head to the river! We'll find a way! Get them outta here, Joel! Go!"
"Take care of my daughter," he nodded back.
"C'mon," Tommy told Katie, and the two were taking off with Tommy's gun slung over his shoulder.
Joel turned back for you and Sarah, gulping nervously at you, "Darlin', listen, I'm so sorry - "
"Joel, now's not the time," you panted. "We gotta go. Okay? We're good right now, but we gotta stay good. Let's get the fuck outta here, please. We can talk later!"
He nodded back, looking at Sarah, who refused, "We can't leave them! K-Katie has D - "
"They'll be fine," Joel insisted. "Tommy's with 'em, they'll look after each other. Can you run?"
"No," she shook her head, making Joel sigh.
"Can you?"
"I'm good," you nodded, worryingly looking at Sarah. "I can carry her - "
"'S all right, darlin'," he muttered, sweeping Sarah into his arms and making her arms latch around his neck. "You keep your eyes on me," he told his daughter. She nodded. "Okay?"
"Okay," Sarah breathed.
"Okay," Joel nodded. "And you don't look anywhere else." Sarah buried her head in her father's neck, his eyes meeting yours. "And you..." He panted, swallowing nervously. "You stay with me, you stay right with me, all right?"
"All right."
"All right," he agreed, hurrying off down the alley. You were true to your word, keeping up with him easily, but both slowing when the end of the alley only lead to a group of Infected motherfuckers feasting on the flesh of other humans.
You panicked for a moment, looking around you, and nearly missing the sound of the a distant explosion - sounding more like a crack from this distance. However, it was enough of a sound to draw the attention of at least one Infected Fucker - who looked up to stare at you, Joel, and Sarah.
Joel lead you to a building behind you - but the Fucker followed. "Joel, go, go, go," you hissed, easily taking the lead to use your body to burst through doors. Joel followed, understanding that because he was carrying Sarah, you had assumed the role of "guide" and wanted to clear his path - but it also cleared a path to be followed.
It made horrendous sounds as it chased you three, literally hauling it's body around as if it had no real control over it. The feeling inside your chest was chaotic, the tension tangible through the air as you lead Joel through the closed-diner.
The creature still followed.
Finally outside, you didn't have to restrict yourself but couldn't find it in you to leave Joel and Sarah behind. If this was the end, it was only right you fell as a family - and while deeply stupid of you, it was oddly poetic. However, as you heard the beast in pursuit just nipping at your heels, so sounded a reverberating gunshot.
It made you pause, looking back to see a headshot had taken the Infected Fucker out, and yet, no obvious sign of the shooter. Joel comforted Sarah, looking down at you - making you nod, telling him you were okay - before looking around again.
Then, a flashlight blinded you as a Humvee's lights flashed on, a voice demanding, "Don't move!"
"Joel..." You whispered, holding onto his elbow as he readjusted so he was slightly in front of you.
"My daughter's hurt!" Joel called to the military man. "Her ankle!"
"Stop right there!" He barked again.
"Okay," Joel muttered, nerves being shared as you had a bad feeling about this. "Easy now. We're not sick!"
But the solider, instead, radioed in, "I got three civilians by the river, one of 'em injured... Ankle..."
"What about Uncle Tommy and Aunt Katie?" Sarah asked her father.
"We're gonna get you somewhere safe first, with your Mama. Yeah? Then we'll come back for 'em, okay?"
"Okay."
"Okay."
"I'm sorry, repeat?" The solider asked into his comms system - earning your attention again. Joel tried to step forward, but the flashlight was right back up into your face, the man snapping, "Hey! No one told you to move!"
"Joel," you worried. "They have shoot-to-kill orders."
"What?" He whispered.
"In the event of extreme violence, similar to this, they have orders to shoot-to-kill," you told him shakily, watching the man. "I know you wanna trust 'em, but they're not our friend right now. Get ready to run..."
"Darlin' - "
"Joel," you hushed, squeezing his elbow.
The solider answered his commanding officer with three, spaced out, "Yes, sir's," before he was slowly picking up his firearm and the light was again in their eyes.
Joel realized how right his estranged wife was in that moment. "We're not sick," he tried to remind. But the man approached, making Sarah's breathing pick up as she held on tighter to Joel's neck - blindly reaching out for you. "Sir," Joel begged, "we are not sick!"
But just like you had said, the orders were shoot-to-kill, and the rapid gunfire sounded in the knight - only barely masked by Sarah's high-pitched scream. You felt a searing burn in your thigh, all three of you toppling over down the short hill you were heading towards; all three rolling away from one another.
When you came to a halt, you seethed in pain, holding your thigh, but hearing a much worse sound. Sarah hyperventilating. You looked up as the solider leered over Joel, army-crawling towards her just as a gunshot sounded. However, when you weren't struck, you kept going, and reached your stepdaughter.
"Baby?" You whispered.
"Mama," she begged. "Mama, Mama," she repeated, barely able to swallow her saliva - much less her fear. "Hurts," she grunted, soon losing the ability to form words.
Tommy had seen the scene and rushed forward to shoot the solider, leaving Katie at his side with your infant daughter still in arm. "I got'cha, hey, hey, hey, I"m here," you whispered, literally whipping your shirt off to press into her stomach. "JOEL!" You cried, looking over your shoulder to spy him on the ground.
He quickly scrambled to Sarah's other side, taking in the situation, and looking at you with absolute devastation. You cried as you held pressure, but you knew, from the entry wounds, Sarah didn't stand a chance. Her aorta artery had been hit and shredded by a bullet, only giving her moments left in this life.
Watching Joel was possibly harder than watching him walk away from you in the birthing room. He was desperate, trying to save his daughter but only being able to hold her as she grunted and sobbed in pain; bleeding out in her father's arms. Joel begged you to help but you couldn't, unable to form words, so, he turned to his brother and screamed at him - and your sister - to help him.
But in that moment he had looked away, Sarah's life had left them. "Joel," you whimpered, making him look down and realize what happened. He sobbed, drawing her in tightly; rocking helplessly on the ground as he couldn't fathom what had just happened.
However, amongst his mourning, there came a sound you never wanted to hear again. Whipping around, you caught sight of your sister starting to twitch and leapt to your feet; limping in hurried motions to snatch your screaming baby from her tightening grip.
"Katie," you begged in a sob, backing up towards Tommy, "oh, God, no... No, please."
But the bite on her forearm had turned a sickly black-and-blue, alerting she had been bit at some point and never voiced it. Before your very eyes, she turned from your dear, sweet older sister into a blood-thirsty monster. Yellowed and dead eyes, snarling and uncontrollable twitching, limbs that turned up in odd angles as the infection took over completely.
When done, you sister gave a shriek before you pleaded, "Tommy!"
He took aim and fired once, putting Katie out of her misery; sending her corpse crumbling to the ground. You panted, tears in your eyes as you couldn't process this night, but then... The unexpected.
"Oh, God, no," you gasped, wrenching your daughter from your chest as she started wriggling uncontrollably. "No, no, no, no, no, no," you sobbed, dropping to your knees and laying her down. Quickly opening her baby blanket, you noted the adult-sized bite on her whole shin, sobbing harshly. "Delilah! No, not my baby, no, no, oh, fuck, no, c'mon, not you, too. Not you, too, Delilah, please, my angel, oh, fuck, no, God damn it!"
"Darlin'," Tommy stuttered from behind you. He looked up in fear, finding his brother's confused gaze and calling, "J-Joel!"
"Delilah, please, fuck, h-how do I fix this!?" You begged. "No, fuck, God damn it! Why can't I help my daughters!?" You snarled at Tommy, sobbing until your chest hurt. "Why!? Why can't I save them!?"
"Doll," he whispered, his older brother slowly letting go of Sarah to lay her down, shut her eyes, and rest her arms over her stomach before turning for you.
"Not her, too, please," you begged. "That's everyone, please, no, please, th-this can't - please, this can't be happening! How do I help, Delilah, baby, please?" You still begged, looking at her bite. "I-I can - I don't know what to do! Wo-Would amputation work? Oh, fuck, no, no, it's - no, please!"
Joel stumbled to his feet, nearing you, but pausing as he could only stare as his infant daughter, whom he had only just seen, twitched and convulsed as the infection proved too great for her little body. It also wasn't lost to his that you had name her after his own mother, long since departed from this world and who would never meet her granddaughter.
"Oh, my God," Joel whispered, slowly nearing you as you sobbed over your daughter; hands hovering all over as you weren't sure where to touch her.
"Please!" You begged nobody, sobbing uselessly as Delilah came to a slow but jarring halt. "Oh, my God," you squeaked, leaning back in shock. "Oh... Oh, my fuckin' God, no... Not our kids, c'mon, no, God, please, fuck - this has to be some fucked-up nightmare. Right?" You looked desperately at Joel. "This... This isn't real, right? This isn't really happening? Please, Joel, you have to fucking tell me this isn't real - this can't be real."
"I'm sorry," Joel wheezed, slowly reaching for you.
"This didn't happen," you shook your head. "O-Our daughters - what the fuck just happened?"
Tommy slowly took the seat on your other side, Joel easily tugging you into his embrace as your sobs wracked your whole being. There were no words to be shared, only the grief of two parents who had just lost everything. Sarah's blood stained both your skin, Delilah laid perfectly still in her baby blanket right in front of you, and Tommy, who felt his gun weighed more than himself after failing to protect those he loved most in this world.
Joel, who lost his daughters but kept his brother.
And you... Who lost your husband a year ago and both your daughters, your mother, father, little brother, and older sister all in a single night. You, who would carry this night of great loss with you, for life. You, who felt confused on how "moving forward" was ever possible. You, who would eventually lose feeling in your head and heart that would result in years of violent turmoil.
You, who would eventually find a path to redemption, but for tonight, you, who grieved loudly and openly in the bloody arms of your estranged husband.
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takearisk-ao3 · 8 months
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idk guys things are just weird
this is going to be a very chaotic and disorganized Personal Post (sorry in advance)
i know this is silly and i don't owe anyone anything, but i genuinely feel so sad that i don't have anything to contribute or post today on harry's birthday.
something is up with my writing and i can't quite put my finger on it.. harry and ginny are being...very soft and not in a way that is in-character or plot driven. things are just off. all my plans i have in my head are literally flying out the window everytime i sit down to write and i don't trust if it is the right decision for the story or just some weird mood i'm in that's manifesting in a really out of character tone on the page.
i suppose it could be a couple different things. i haven't met with my therapist in two weeks so my brain could just be overloaded with other crap that i need to process and or decompress before my writing thoughts feel organized again.
my husband has been massively stressed out because of many different things going on in his life separate from our family and so i've been going a little over the top trying to be there for him.
our daughter hasn't been sleeping all that well and she's been fighting a virus/cold for going on about two weeks that i think we are finally on the tail end of.
work for me is bleh. i don't enjoy what i'm doing right now. we are in one of those cycles that is all reporting and data entry and retention analysis and its so boring and just not at all what fulfills me from this position. however in the same vein, the semester is right around the corner so it's also the last push to make sure everything is ready to go for when students return to campus.
i killed a spider today which is like a very big deal for me. i am deathly afraid of spiders and my good friends can attest that when confronted with one i dissolve into a lot of screaming and sweating and general panic. so i def think i am experiencing the aftermath of an adrenaline rush even though that was like five hours ago.
all of this is to say, i think i need a break from wips. specifically already gone and the entire the path from you universe. i feel like this past month has just been me forcing something that doesn't need to be forced. i think if i take a step back from both stories, and quit putting so much pressure on myself, my head will clear and things will start falling into place.
this week is @corneliaavenue-ao3's ficfest! and i hope this will be a really good way to bring to life some of these soft moments that keep trying to knock down the door and also keep me in the habit of writing. i don't want to put a timeline on it and somehow set an expectation for myself or anyone else but i'm guessing you can expect a two/three week longer hiatus for those two stories, and you can probably expect a fair amount of random one shots and/or drabbles from me in the meantime.
i'm sorry if this is disappointing, i can promise it is just as disappointing for me. i miss having a clear head and the words flowing effortlessly. i hope someday i get that back, but for now, i'm going to hope a little time away from those plots helps settle the static that lives inside my head.
as always, thanks for reading and understanding <3
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holdmytesseract · 2 years
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Baby Fever - Part Three
Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader
Summary: You and Loki are finally becoming parents! And suddenly the world just seems to turn around the tiny baby girl - especially Loki's. He only has eyes for her...
Warnings: So much fluff! Pregnancy, child birth, more fluff!
Word Count: 3,3k
a/n: Therefore, that we all love protective dad!Loki, I couldn't help myself but to write a third part. Huge thanks to @immersed-in-mischief for giving me the ideas! :D I hope it's what you imagined! ^^ Have fun, reading, guys! I hope you like it! :)
Tagging: @lokisgoodgirlbackup @lovingchoices14 @evelyn-kingsley @acefeather2002 @jennyggggrrr (If you want to be added to one of my Taglists, let me know! :D)
Links to the other parts: Part One / Part Two
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Time was passing by utterly quickly. One day, I told Loki he was going to be a dad and the next, I was almost halfway through the pregnancy... That was how the passing of time felt for me - at least in the last few months. Now, it was... Well... The opposite. Time was passing too slow. I had reached my due date now almost a week ago - and I was so tired of being pregnant. I felt like a stranded sperm whale. Every time I said that out loud and Loki heard it, he would protest, shaking his head violently and saying things like: "My love... Stop saying that. You are the most beautiful woman in all the nine realms." Or: "You couldn't look more ravishing, carrying my child." Those words made me feel slightly better. Nevertheless, being this pregnant wasn't fun...
A knock at the door woke me up, my eyes fluttering open. I tiredly looked around, realising that the sun was already high in the sky above Asgard. Yep... Loki and I were on Asgard since I reached the second trimester. He insisted that I don’t have our baby in a regular hospital, but here. He thought it was better because of his heritage. Here on Asgard were some healers who had high knowledge of the Jotun biology - and well, who was I to complain? It was probably for the best. Who knew if the baby I was going to squeeze out of body would be an adorable small ice cube or not?
Another knock at the door made me release a groan. "Princess Y/N? Are you awake?" I recognised the voice. It was our personal maid, Kára - a very kind, young woman. "Yes!" I called out, clearing my throat. "Yes, I am, just give me a moment!" "Of course, Milady." My gaze travelled over to the side, hand searching for my husband - but his bedside was cold and empty. It was a thing he often did lately. Standing up and letting me sleep as long as I needed it. I rolled over onto my side, feeling a sharp pain shoot through my lower back and abdomen, causing me to hiss. Great, I thought. Barely awake and already blessed with agonising back pain and Braxton Hicks. I slowly tried to stand up - what had gotten a really difficult task by now. I didn't always make it on my own... What felt like eternity, I finally placed both my feet on the soft fur, laying in front of the bed with a huff. "Princess Y/N?" Kára's cautious, but worried voice echoed through the door again. "Is everything alright?" Another groan left my lips, when I stood up. "Yes! I just needed a moment to get up!" I waddled over to the chair, on which my dressing gown laid and slipped into it. "You may come in now!" Seconds later, the door to our chambers got gently opened and closed again, after Kára had stepped inside. "Good morning, Princess Y/N." Kára curtsied and gave me a soft smile. This was still so odd to me... People bowing down in front of me and calling me a Princess? Hence, I wasn't even a real Princess, neither Asgardian... I just was a normal mortal woman, who had married a God. "Good morning, Kára." I gave her a smile as well. "Please... I told you already... Call me Y/N." "Like you wish, Mila- Y/N." I gave her a friendly nod, but knew exactly how this was going to be. She would call me Y/N for a day and then return to 'Princess' and 'Milady', until I would tell her to call me by my first name again. "How are you feeling today?" The young woman asked me, while helping me to get dressed. I sighed. "The same like a few days... My back hurts, my feet hurt - everything just hurts. I am so tired of being pregnant. I just want to have my baby..." "I am sorry to hear that you are in pain. I hope the baby decides to come soon." I inhaled deeply. "I hope so, too."
When Kára had helped me getting dressed, she started to clean up our chambers. "Have you seen my husband, Kára?" "Yes. I saw Prince Loki earlier this morning. As far as I know was he on his way to the training ground with Lady Sif." Ahhh... He spent a lot of time on the training ground lately - what worried me slightly, to be honest. Loki was a fighter, yes, but he actually always preferred a good book over a sweaty fight training. So, I had asked him last week, after he had sauntered completely soaked in sweat back into our chamber. His answer was heart-touching; had me cry right then and there. "Why I spent so much time on the training ground? I want to improve my skills and techniques to make sure that I can protect you and our baby properly. Against every possible enemy." Honestly, I cried like a baby...
"Thank you." I would definitely pay him a visit later, but first, I needed something to eat. "I'll go, have breakfast now. The baby is hungry, I'm afraid." The young maid lifted her head, looked up at me. "Shall I go and bring you some breakfast?" I shook my head, smiling thankfully at her. "No, thank you. I need to move a bit." With those words I left the chambers and made my way to the dining hall - which took me several minutes, because I needed a break every few meters. The Braxton Hicks contractions didn't help either...
After breakfast, I decided to go and see Loki. It was not like I had anything important to do... "Lokes!" I called out, when I approached the training ground, waving at him when he saw me. He was currently kneeling over Sif, holding her down with his leg and aiming his dagger at her. But as soon as he noticed me, he stopped the fight and stood up, literally running over to me. "Darling! What are you doing here?!" His voice was laced with worry. "Shouldn't you be laying down?!" Loki had become utterly protective since I was pregnant. I loved it. It was super sweet - but sometimes it was a tad too much. "Calm down, babe, it's okay. I can't always lay down, so I thought I am visiting you." His worried blue eyes scanned my body, hands lifting to touch my baby bump. "Are you sure about that?" "Yes." Loki sighed, but leaned in for a kiss, giving me a smile. "How are you feeling?" He asked, while tracing his thumbs softly over the clothed skin of my bump. "Same as yesterday... Back pain, feet pain, constantly Braxton Hi-" I wasn't able to finish my sentence, as another wave of pain crashed over my lower abdomen, causing me to brace myself against Loki and releasing deep breaths. "Love?!" "I'm fine, I'm fine... Just Braxton Hicks..." "Sure?" "Yes."
Thirty minutes later, I wasn't so sure anymore. The contractions got closer, came in shorter intervals - and by the Norns, they became worse... I was still at the training grounds, seated in the shadows, when I felt a contraction, stronger than every other before. I winced in pain, almost toppling over. That was the point I had to admit to myself: This was the real thing. Not just Braxton Hicks. The baby was coming… Now. "Loki!" I immediately called for my husband, both hands clasping my belly. He was at my side in no time, of course. "What is it, darling?" Loki asked, squatted down in front of me, hands on my knees. I bit my lip. "I-I, uh, I think I am in l-labour." The God's eyes widened to the size of plates. "R-Really?" I nodded - and as if on cue, I felt a gushing sensation between my legs, followed by something wet trickling down my legs. Uh.Oh. "W-What... What is that?" Loki asked, swallowing hard as he saw the wet patch on my – pardon me, Loki's grey sweatpants. (Yes, I was a Princess, on Asgard, wearing sweatpants. Crazy, right?) "Babe, I think my water just broke." Loki stared back at my face and I literally saw the panic coming up in his eyes. "Y-Your water just broke?" The God squeaked out, "Oh Norns... Oh shit…" before he stood up and started to pace up and down in front of me, hands buried in his black curls. "Lokes… Deep breaths. I need you to stay calm. Take me to the healers, okay?" Loki stopped abruptly, looking at me once again. "O-Of course, okay, yes, sure." He helped me stand and immediately swept me off my feet, carrying me bridal style. Without even saying a single word to Sif, he marched away. "Am I not too heavy? Couldn't you just… teleport us?" He quickly shook his head. "Why in Valhalla should you be too heavy? And no. Teleportation is too dangerous." "Because, oof-" Again a contraction interrupted me. I clawed my hands in the fabric of Loki's tunic and gritted my teeth. "Breathe, my love, breathe. We're almost there." Now I did what he said, took deep breaths. Minutes later, Loki had carried me through the hallways of the palace, into a big room with a large bed inside and various things you needed for a birth. It almost looked like a real maternity ward in a hospital on earth. My eyes widened at the sight. I certainly didn't expect this. "Lokes, what-" My husband cut me off immediately, as he laid me down on the bed. "I've prepared this room weeks ago, love. I hope the bed is comfortable enough?" I stared at him, jaw dropping. "You... prepared this room weeks ago?" He nodded. "Yes. I was on Midgard, looked how they do things there and decided to prepare this room like that. I hoped that this would make you feel more homely and relaxed. I wanted it to be as normal for you as possible." My heart jumped at his words. "Oh babe... Thank you so much." Loki smiled proudly and leaned down to place a kiss on my forehead. "I'll go, get the healers."
Almost four hours of excruciating pain and tons of shed tears and sweat later, one of the female healers announced with a joyful voice: "She's here, your majesties." No second later echoed a loud cry through the room, making me tear up on an instant. "She?" I sobbed up, looking over at Loki, who held my hand still in a death grip, looking like he had just seen a ghost. "Yes, my Princess. It's a little girl." The healer announced, stepping over to me. "And she looks just like her father." She said with a smile, placing the small, wrapped up bundle on my chest, before they all tended to cleaning me and everything else up and leaving the room to give us some privacy. I welcomed my child, of course immediately in my arm, looking down at her. It was true... She looked exactly like her daddy. Deep blue skin with beautiful marks and ridges all across her body, ruby eyes and a small tuft of black hair on her head. She was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen - beside Loki. "Lokes..." I whispered, voice trembling. "Look… You're a daddy now of a beautiful little girl." Those words, coming from my mouth seemed to let him realise what just had happened. He was a father now. His eyes welled up with tears, a sob leaving his throat and shaking his whole body, as he reached out a trembling hand to touch his daughter's head. He traced a gentle line down her small back and arms, towards her even tinier hands. She grabbed a hold of his finger immediately, when Loki placed it in her palm, holding on tightly. "I-I am a dad now..." Loki sounded utterly overwhelmed, as he looked down at his very own daughter. "You are, babe." I said, smiling at him through tears. The baby girl had stopped her crying by now, after getting used to the whole new environment she was suddenly in and the feeling of her parents being close. Soft coos were leaving those pouty lips now, eyes squeezed back shut. It took Loki a while to let the information sink fully in, but once he had really grasped it, the tears started to fall freely down his cheeks. "I am a dad now!" Loki literally screamed out, halfway laughing, halfway crying, before he stood up and paced the room like a madman - again, hands running over his face. "I can't believe it... I have a daughter..." I could tell that he was on the verge of losing it. I've never seen him that emotional before, but I absolutely adored it. A soft giggle left my lips at his reaction. Norns, I was so in love with that man. He needed another few moments to take a deep breath and calm his nerves. "May I hold her, darling? Please?" "Of course, but take off your tunic. She needs skin-to-skin contact." Loki nodded quickly and with one snap of his fingers was his green tunic gone, leaving him in his leather trousers and boots. I handed her carefully over, into Loki's arms, what caused her to whimper softly at the loss of warmth; but he was quick to give her the warmth back. Thanks to his wonderful niece, Eisa, he knew how to hold a baby. He practiced a lot. Loki placed our little girl on his broad chest, constantly supporting her head. As soon as her skin touched his, the skin of his upper body and face turned blue as well. Ridges and marks appeared all over his chest, face and arms. My heart skipped a beat at the sight of them and the deep bond they already seemed to share. It was breathtakingly beautiful. "Hello, my little Princess." He whispered, kissing her small head repeatedly, as tears still streamed down his cheeks. They remained like that for a long while, before Loki shapeshifted back into his Æesir form. Not even ten seconds later, our daughter suddenly shapeshifted as well, the blue on her skin turning into the colour of Loki's porcelain skin. He gasped at the sight. "Darling! Did you see that?! She just... shapeshifted!" I smiled broadly, already suspected that our daughter would be able to do such things. "Well, she's half her daddy, after all." "Oh my smart girl." Loki cooed, cradling her closer against his chest.
A few hours later, Y/N was back in our chambers, had fed the tiny girl for the first time and was now fast asleep. She needed to rest; I knew that of course. Therefore, I was looking after our baby. She was once again in my arms, sleeping peacefully. I wanted her close to me, wasn't able to tear my eyes off of her. A soft knock on the door caught my attention, causing me to lift my head. Carefully, I laid her back down in the crib, before I silently walked over to the door and opened it. "Mother." I gasped out, happily, still overwhelmed by my emotions. Without saying a single word, she pulled me in a tight hug. "Congratulations, my son. I am so proud of you. Look into what a wonderful man you've grown... A husband and now a father." Those words tugged at my heartstrings, bringing the tears back into my eyes. "Thank you so much, mother." She placed a soft kiss on my cheek, making me smile even brighter, "I hope I am not disturbing?" before she let go of me again. "No, of course not. Y/N's asleep, but please... Come and meet your granddaughter." I stepped aside, granting her access. My mother didn't hesitate, of course, stepped inside. I led her over to the crib. "Mother... Meet Ella." Frigga looked down at Ella with heart eyes, a gasp leaving her lips. "She is beautiful, Loki. What a sweet little angel. Again, I am so proud of you." I gave her a smile and couldn't help but to hug her again.
A week later, we were back in our apartment at the Avengers compound. It was great on Asgard, without a doubt, but… I missed my home. Loki understood that, of course and took us back as soon as the healers gave us the permission to leave. Once back home, everybody was on an instant enchanted by the tiny girl. Everyone spent at least fifteen minutes with gushing over Ella. How sweet she was, how tiny her fingers were and how much she looked like her dad. I had no problem with our friends, gushing over Ella or carrying her around. Quite the opposite… It warmed my heart, gave me the feeling that she was accepted and protected and loved. Unlike Loki. Loki was totally not amused and highly protective of Ella, his eyes never leaving her out of sight – or the person who held her… She was currently in Natasha's arms, cooing adorably, while Wanda and Pepper hunched over them, making heart eyes at the tiny girl - who visibly enjoyed all the attention she received. I saw him standing in the corner of our living room, pouting. I frowned and stepped over to him, poked his side playfully, but affectionately. "What's wrong, Lokes?" He inhaled sharply, "Too many people who have their hands all over my daughter. I don't like that." and crossed his arms over his chest. I wanted to speak up, but before a single word could leave my lips, he stomped over to the group of girls. "Excuse me, but I think Ella needs to sleep for a while now." Loki took the baby girl from Natasha's arms into his own and vanished just like that into the bedroom, leaving the three woman sitting there quite a bit flabbergasted. "Sorry, girls." I apologised immediately, walked over to them and sat down on the sofa as well, giving all three an apologetic smile. "Loki's a bit... protective." And he was that constantly. Not just around the other Avengers, no. Even around his own brother and sister-in-law... "No." Thor looked at his brother, blinking, while Jane and I stood aside, watching the scenes unfold in front of our eyes, stunned. "No?" Loki nodded, while gently rocking Ella. "Yes. I won't let you hold her. Certainly not. You're an oaf, Thor. I don't want Ella to get hurt." Thor blinked again. "Brother... I have a daughter myself, who is only a few months older than Ella, don't you remember?" "Yes, I do remember very clearly, but this is different." "How is that different?" Loki held his daughter, who was definitely a daddy's girl - I could tell that already - closer against his upper body. "Ella is my baby." That was my cue to intervene. I couldn't watch that any longer. "Our baby, Lokes! And now let your brother hold Ella!" Before the God could even start to protest, I snatched Ella from his grasp and gave her over to her uncle. "Here you go." I said, giving him a smile, which he returned. "I swear, brother…" Loki stepped dangerously close to Thor, raising a finger. "If you are going to drop her, I am going to-" "Stab me, I know, brother. Got it." Loki narrowed his eyes and gave Thor a last threatening look, before he plopped down beside me on the sofa. Yeah... That's what I was dealing with every day. Within a year, Loki had turned from a man who was not very fond of children, to an (over)protective, but loving mother hen - and I was so here for it. I loved it, because I knew that I couldn't imagine a better dad for Ella.
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Arranged marriage with Sherlock
Always by my side!
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Warning:- arranged marriage, anxiety!
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It all started when my family became determined to marry me off to someone, literally anyone, as I failed to find myself a suitable groom they took it in their own hands. I was furious and rejected every men they presented. But it was my mistake, because the last guy whom they confirmed on my behalf looked a little suspicious. I didn't know how to get his information out so I thought to seek help from the best person in London. Yes, Sherlock Holmes and his assistant and friend John Watson. As I knocked, and finding the door open, I entered to find the two men arguing,
"Sherlock Holmes?" I called out loudly. Both of them looked at me and I told them everything. The detective listened and said, "I would've declined this case immediately but guess you're really in trouble." I was unsure of his remark.
"What ?"
"The way you described him, it says, he doesn't value anyone, he isn't going to value your opinion, I'm sorry but he is not someone who is... Suitable for you ".
"What do you mean by that?" I wanted a clear explanation.
"Look at you, you're young, posh, I believe educated and have own opinion, a little self centric perhaps but he, he's gonna treat you like you don't matter, so if it wasn't for you I would've turned it down but ...." He paused, "I'm not going to sit quietly and see your life getting ruined."
"What will you do?" John asked him.
"I'll find about this guy and see if he's fine for her."
Two days passed and I got his call,
"Yes?" I answered.
"I atleast expected a greeting" said the man from the other side. "Anyway come to Baker Street at once."
So I did and obviously that guy turned out to be a jerk, who disrespects everyone.
"So you better tell your family." He said.
"But that ain't gonna work." I replied.
"Why so?"
"You see, I don't wanna get married right now, and I have rejected 15 men they've chose".
"Fifteen?"
"Yes, and he's the sixteenth but my reason for rejecting them was, I... I wanna study Mr Holmes, more, I know I'm already a graduate but I want more, a good job too, I don't want to be my husband's house wife and as you've seen him, they won't let me work."
"Have you told your parents?"
"No use, they'll be marrying me off anyway, they're determined."
"That's illegal, you can simply..."
"They're my family Mr Holmes, I'd rather marry a jerk than letting them go through this legal trouble."
"But that'll ruin your life" he said with such power in his voice and that was the truth.
"I guess your work is done then, just the payment part is left".
"Are you going to marry him ?"
"Yes unfortunately."
"Then I'm unsuccessful in your case, I can't accept a penny."
"You did your job".
"I won't take a coin".
It was absolutely ridiculous to argue with him, so I greeted and went away although before leaving I just heard John's voice saying, "Sherlock, I have a plan."
I shrugged it off as I was genuinely in trouble. Later that evening, I found out that my marriage with that Jerk was called off because someone else, said to be better turned up to ask my hand in marriage, Sherlock Holmes. Can you believe it? What a ridiculous thing he has done honestly. I was furious. I couldn't help but enter my room and call him,
"Hello?"
"What are you ? A lunatic?" I was absolutely angry.
"See , you can't greet properly, what's wrong?"
"You asked my family to marry me ?"
"John and Mycroft did, it is arranged between our families."
"I asked help and you idiot, you took this opportunity to marry me? Does my parents know how older you are than me ?"
"Yes they do, yet they accepted and I'm still helping you".
"Exactly how?"
"If you marry me, you won't have to be with that Jerk, I won't stop you from studying and you can work as long as you want you can stay with us, and in the mean time, if you find someone whom you and I both find suitable for you, you are free to follow your heart."
"I need your approval now?"
"Oh yes you do"
"Fine but you can't force yourself on me, that's the fear I have in arranged marriage "
"I assure you I won't, now get ready for the wedding young lady."
That was the conversation we had before the wedding and we met on our wedding day again. Everyone were so happy but I was still trying to process everything. I myself did the rituals hesitated but look at the cold detective, he did everything so smoothly. I couldn't believe I had to live in that rusty dusty flat with him. But yet after all he was saving my life, it was true.
I became Mrs Sherlock Holmes. After the wedding we both went to the very famous 221b Baker Street. When I entered his flat, it was absolutely disaster, papers filled the floor, and his dining table was more like a chemistry lab.
"Uh, I know this isn't something you expected" he said, he seemed a little embarrassed, "but um give me some time I'll, I'll fix it". And offered me a smile. I stared with furrowed eye brow, I still can't believe I'm married. But I kept on reminding me, it's just a help, he helped me. Because of him that Jerk won't be forcing himself on you.
I smiled back to him too then wondered where should I keep my things, "my things?" I asked.
"Oh yes um that's my room you can put it there... I mean" he paused a little, "our room". He said, I didn't know what was happening, but it sounded good, 'our room'. I did as he said and saw him picking the papers from the ground. People said he's a junkie, he might be, but not he was extremely sweet, at least at this moment. No wait? What am I thinking, perhaps I was just hungry.
"May I open the fridge?" I asked impatiently, he was about to warn me to be careful but I already opened it and yes, there were human thumbs. I gave a light scream and closed the door.
"At least wait till I tell you" he said.
"I'm sorry, I didn't expect that."
"You okay?" He seemed a little concerned not gonna lie.
"No I was shocked, I'm fine don't worry. So you don't have food in there."
"Nope"
"You don't cook?"
"Nope"
"Who does?"
"Mrs Hudson, John"
"John? He lives here?"
"Yes with rosie his daughter."
"Oh"
"Is that a prob..."
"It's okay I can cook".
He forgot to blink perhaps.
"You want to cook? In my kitchen... I mean our.. I.. you can cook?"
"Do I look stupid? Ofcourse I can cook, just tell me what you have, I'll make something out of it,"
He walked towards the kitchen, still not blinking and took out every little thing he had but I already had in mind what I'm gonna cook.
"Cool, you have chicken and everything, looks like chicken tikka masala would be perfect. now you can clean while I see what I can make."
He stared as if his eyes said, 'bosy' . But he nodded and went back to his work.
After half an hour John came with Rosie. The first thing Rosie did was hug Sherlock. And he seemed really fond of her. It was so sweet I could stare at them if I weren't cooking. He's not that cold as he seems, perhaps these walls and John and Rosie could only see this side of him, and now me. Then Sherlock stood up and walked towards me while John and Rosie went to their room.
"Um I was thinking, perhaps we can order something, because we always eat together so.."
"I made for them too". This reply too seemed surprising to him.
"You did?"
"Yes I made for five people, you me John rosie and Mrs Hudson, what? You thought I'll only cook for myself?"
He stared and I almost wanted to hit him with my frying pan for being such an idiot.
"I... Thanks" he uttered.
"Okay um.. welcome maybe" that was the most awkward thanks and welcome I've ever been a part of.
Obviously my heart was in my hand when we sat to dine, what if they didn't like it?
"Why aren't you eating?" John asked.
"Oh no I want you three to eat first and tell me if you like it?"
I waited nervously as they took their first bite and then I saw their expression, enough to tell me it was good.
"It's soooo good" said little rosie, "really good" said John. And then I stared at the stupid man, also the most intelligent man as well actually, the man I was married to, "it's um.." he started,
"You can do better, be honest like you're always, harsh honest". Urged John.
"It's, better than anything I've ever had, I believe you know the secret of making good food, which is putting every spice in right amount and..."
"She doesn't need this, your intellectual explanation." John scolded him.
"Yeah right sorry."
I couldn't help but a soft giggle escaped from my mouth, "that's okay, glad you all liked it, now let us have our dinner."
After we four ate and Mrs Hudson also came to say it was so good. And surprisingly I saw Mr detective helping John with the dishes. I took this opportunity to roamed around the little flat. Rosie was already asleep and I stood by the window. After their work was done John went to sleep. And I could hear light footsteps of Sherlock approaching,
"That was very thoughtful of you". He said from behind. I turned to face him.
"Please, it was normal, atleast for me."
"If I'm being honest then I must say I deduced you wrong, I thought you were self centric."
No he wasn't wrong, I am self centric but how could I say, how could I confess? as standing by the window I realised I... I started to like his little family and him as well.
"I actually am, but I like when people praises my cooking so Maybe that's why. Anyway I am sleepy."
"Oh yes ofcourse, then we must ..." He looked at me and I gulped because things started to get pretty awkward at this point.
"Don't worry " he assured, "I'll keep my promise, I won't take advantage of you."
"Oh no I know, I trust you with it."
And sleeping beside him, didn't feel awkward at all. Even though when I woke up I saw my hand was on his chest and he was wide awake.
"Oh I'm sorry" I apologised taking away my hand.
"No it's fine, I believe you are used to sleep hugging a pillow isn't it?"
Again Mr detective deduces everything, "mm yes".
"So it's fine, don't worry about it." He got up saying so. Yet ofcourse it was awkward. But I tried to think nothing of it and replied,
"Yes I guess, are you going somewhere?"
"Yes cases, I'll take John with me too, will you be okay here?"
"Rosie will be here right?"
"Nope she'll be at school."
"When will you come?"
"Maybe before lunch."
That was okay, I could just go out and explore the place till then. And that's that, the two men went on their adventure and I went out to roam around Baker Street. I sat inside a cafe for an hour two, perhaps two until my phone rang and it was Sherlock, "yes?" I recieved it and said.
"Hey um.. when are you coming?" He asked from the other side.
"Are you two home already? I thought... Never mind, I thought it'd take you time, it's okay I'm coming."
And apparently I went to 221b, to find the two men already sat.
"There you are" said John.
"Yes, I am."
"He's never been this excited to get home before honestly."
"JOHN" snapped Sherlock at his comment.
"Uhhhh, okay" I said awkwardly and we three had lunch together. Later that evening both John and Sherlock were home, discussing about the case and Rosie went down to Mrs Hudson.
"So that's it, now I'm gonna go out get some air" said John and Sherlock and I nodded. We both sat in silence for a few minutes.
"Do you wanna walk outside too?" Sherlock asked me nervously.
"I mean, I wouldn't mind." I said smiling cause I really wanted to go out for walk.
We both walked aimlessly through the streets and some small talks were the entertainer for us. Many stores, cafe, restaurant passed and we walked together. It felt good surprisingly. He too felt good perhaps, his brows are always furrowed but now I see there's a twinkle in his eyes, brows relaxed and is that a little smile?
"You're staring" he snapped me out of my deduction.
"Oh yes , I was , trying to deduce you". I answered smartly or tried to do so.
"Oh really? So what did you get?"
Is he challenging me?
"Well, your case might've been well, you seem happy."
"Hmmm" he just hummed, but it was an acknowledging hum.
"Was I right?"
"Fifty percent".
"Now what does that mean?"
"Coffee or tea?" He literally shrugged it off and didn't explain, that's something new.
"Tea" I replied
"Same, let's get in here" he took me into a cafeteria. He ordered two English tea and some biscuits. It came in no time almost.
"It's actually good." I remarked as I took a bite of the biscuit.
"Ginger nuts" he said.
"I know your favourite. But mine is Bourbon."
"I know, I ordered those too, and if you'd like cakes , pastry you can get them too." He offered.
We had a good time there, just us, we got to know eachother more. It felt like he's very own. He talked of his past, his work, his friends. Perhaps he felt the same way about me. We made this evening date an everyday thing, even if he had work he'd take break for an hour and we'd try tea from different places. And I discovered he's and excellent violinist. He and I would even talk till we sleep. It's been many times we'd just talk stay awake at night and unknowingly drifted off between them.
But the other day as I layed down talking to him with my phone and giggling with him. He asked me, "you're quite likable to all aren't you, people must've been very fond of you since your childhood?"
I paused for a moment, as I remembered my horrible days, those horrible angry faces, those elders shouting at me saying things that hit me like dart, that pierced my heart, thess memories may have been burried under but, comes out time to time. I'm sure he saw my smile fading,
"Hey, what happened? Are you okay?" He said this a little louder as he held my hand. I remembered my horrible days and I felt tears falling down my cheeks. My phone fell from my hand as I looked at him and held his hand which hand my other palm in it and started crying. I bet he couldn't believe it, he told me his dark side smiling but I wasn't him, I wasn't strong. So I held him and cried, that was the first time he held me that close, he wrapped me in his arms tightly. "I'm sorry, I didn't know it'd cause you pain, forgive me".
I tried to control as I felt a little better after letting it all out, "no it wasn't your fault, you see Sherlock, I wasn't likable or something like that so I didn't have much people liking me. I was never upto the mark according to them, You've seen how vulnerable I am, Sherlock please don't leave me for this, I will do anything but don't abandon me for being weak."
"Shhh, no I can never leave you, how could I?who says you're weak, you survived every brick they threw at you from that young age, You're stronger than you think, and I? I won't ever leave you, and I think your parents have been harsh because they wanted good for you, even though creating trauma isn't the way but, it's okay, that was past, you're here now, you're looking for work and doing things you like, you'll see your family will understand you one day, for now, I'm not leaving."
He stroked my hair trying to calm me down. And I did perhaps, for that night, I hoped he knew what comes with me, hope he knows how to deal with this side of me. Bet he does, Sherlock Holmes knows everything. Since then I'd say we became good friends. And perhaps a little more as we're supposed to be, after all I shouldn't forget I married him.
A few months later as we were walking together from our evening tea date, and reached home we saw inspector lestrade at our doorstep.
"Sherlock".
"Lestrade? You look nervous, desparate... Well like as usual".
Should I laugh at him being this silly? Perhaps not now. We entered and he explained his case, it needed Sherlock and John to be investigating it right away but,
"You guys need to come to yorkshire with me, until the case solves." Said lestrade, and it was for a long time. I never felt like this. I felt as if without him, I forgot how deal with things. He felt the same I was sure, I looked at his face amd his expression was as similar to mine.
"But lestrade..." There wasn't any excuse but, Sherlock tried to form some kind of reason but there wasn't any.
"What?" The detective inspector snapped.
"Nothing" no he couldn't say it, "could you wait outside?"
"But I need to fetch you right now."
"I said outside, I need to talk to my wife." Sherlock yelled at these words. He yelled at lestrade for me. I felt safe, safe to be his wife. At that very moment I embraced my title and my marriage.
He went out and Sherlock looked at me, "listen I..."
"I know, I don't like being without you either, but I don't wanna be someone who drives you away from the thing you love, your work." I replied.
"What I meant to say is not this, look, it is true, these days since you've come, I was happy to be at home, I liked being here. As you deduced me smiling, it was half for case and half for being with you, I enjoy being here, with you. You are the best friend to whom I never feared of being judged and you are the one whom I stared at, when you cooked, when you try to play my violin, when you play with Rosie and even when you sleep. Yes and I know I promised you something but guess right now all I want for us is to do that one thing that is still left for us do as a married couple."
My heart leaped as I realised what he meant. But he needed to be at Yorkshire that moment than in our bedroom. I couldn't think more and placed my lips on his. He kissed me more passionately, hungrily, lovingly. After the kiss. As we breathed heavily I whispered, "perhaps after you come back from Yorkshire, we'll can be completely married then."
"so you won't go to anyone else?" He asked, our forheads touching one another's.
"no, where can I go, this is my home, you're my home Sherlock."
"And you're mine".
That was that and both the men went on their adventure. Molly would come sometimes to check on Rosie and we became good friends. Sherlock would call everyday and then after 2 and a half weeks. He came. We stood staring at eachother for a minute after his arrival. That distance between us was needed to know the value of eachother. And we valued us.
1 years later...
As we sat on the couch, he looking for cases and I was doing my work, he called out, "I must say it".
"What?" I was surprised, what now?
"I can't keep it, I haven't said this to you in a year". He was nervous again.
"What is it?"
"I love you" it took him a year to utter these words again to me.
"I know, thank goodness you said this again, after more than a year of our marriage, I believe you said this to me first time when you came from Yorkshire and kissed me isn't it Sherlock?". I said and got back to work.
"You didn't say it back?" He asked with his puppy eyes. Aww look at him. I put my laptop down and kissed his left cheek and said,
"I love you too Sherlock Holmes ".
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olsenmyolsen · 8 months
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Looking Forward
Part 38 of On The Inside With Elizabeth Olsen
Word Count: 11.2K
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TW: Walmart Jesus talk
A/N: This is officially the longest chapter I've made. It's got pictures, drama, and turns that I don't think you're ready for. So go to the bathroom, grab a snack and stay hydrated. Happy reading 🩵!
"Mom, you're favorite daughter is here!!" Liz takes my hand and begins dragging me through the house with a child-like smile full of glee.
Y/N POV
Oh, this is going to be a gas, I think to myself as my eyes look back from the twins to Liz to the beautiful house around me. Pictures of childhood memories line the walls of a home I can't wait to see later.
"And who might that be?" We hear an older voice call out as Liz drags me closer and closer to what I can only assume is the kitchen based on the wonderful smell radiating in the air. "Me!!" Liz yells back to her mom Jarnie as we round a corner and spot a busy kitchen with some people I've never met.
Liz drops my hand and runs past two familiar-looking men. One of them is Ash's husband, Louis, who gives me a courtesy wave, and the other is who I can only assume is her biological brother. The man looks up and shoots me a smile before leaning over to say something to the other woman in the kitchen. She quickly turns to me and wipes her hands on her blue apron as Liz finishes up her hug with her mom.
"Hi. I'm Alexis." The woman with the apron moves before me with a warm smile. "Oh, hi, I'm Y/N!" I reach my hand out and let my nerves do the shaking as the man next to her reaches his hand out. "Hi. I'm this one's boyfriend, and those two older brother. I'm Trent." I look behind me to see the twins roll their eyes at their brother. "Nice to meet you!" I say with a smile before holding back some laughter due to Mary-Kate's words, "Oh please, the only thing nice about him is his hot girlfriend." Trent scoffs at this and directs his attention to the duo behind me. "MK, you wouldn't know shit if it hit you in the face."
Without warning, Mary-Kate and Trent begin bickering. Playfully, of course.
Well, I hope it is.
"This happens every year." I turn to my right as Alexis starts leading me away from the bickering siblings, just as Ash joins in. "They love each other dearly. I'm sure you know." I nod my head along and smile as Jarnie yells at the trio to knock it off. When my eyes met Liz's, I couldn't help but laugh as Jarnie covered Liz's ears before yelling at her siblings. She looks like a little kid.
"You guys are cute together." I move my eyes back to Alexis with a raised eyebrow. "Sorry. I- It's just true. Plus, she seems happier than she did last year." Oh? "Last year?" I ask Alexis. "Oh, uh, I shouldn't have said-"
"Babe!" My attention shifts as my smiling girlfriend comes crashing into me, lacing her arm around my body and pulling me closer. "Hi, Alexis! Nice to see you!"
"You as well!" Alexis smiles back. "Is it okay if I steal Y/N? Just real quick?" Liz asks with a smile and squint of the eyes, making me internally laugh. Alexis puts her hands up, mocking defeat. "She's all yours." Oh yes, I am.
"Yes, she is."
Liz utters those three words making my jaw drop, and Alexis' face blush. Neither one of us expected to hear that. But my girlfriend just smiles and starts leading me no less than ten steps to Jarnie, who looks at me with nothing but care in her eyes. "My goodness, Lizard, look at her!"
"Mom-"
"Oh, honey!" Jarnie moves her attention from Liz back to me. "You're beautiful!" Without another moment between us, Jarnie pulls me into a hug before relenting. "Thank you for joining us this year." A smile sneaks onto my face at the sincere words and feeling of love surrounding me. "I was more than happy to come. Honestly." I say truthfully. "I was also going to bring a gift, but Liz fought me on it." I send a confident smile.
Don't get me wrong. I'm terrified to be here. Afraid that something will go wrong. Or I'll open my mouth and insert my foot. But at the same time. Liz was missing home. She tried to hide it the best she could, but I could see it. Between the uptick in calls to her mother and the amount of singing Lizzie would do about songs from her childhood
I would do anything to be here with her now.
Plus, I needed to meet more of her family at some point!
"Oh, nonsense." Jarnie waves her hand. "According to the internet and our Lizard, it appears you're quite busy." I look to Liz, who makes a locking gesture to her lips and shrugs. "Is that what our Lizard is saying?" I peel my eyes back to Liz's mom, who picks up on the looks between her daughter and I. "Yes, contracts for record companies being signed and all that! But frankly, anything to get her to stop talking about her garden all the time" Jarnie then makes a don't tell her look even though Liz very clearly heard her mom. "Mom!"
"Oh, I'm teasing, honey." Jarnie waves her hands at her youngest before grabbing me and positioning me next to her. "Yeah, we're just teasing Lizzie!" A very smug-looking Mary-Kate says as she walks past her sister to the fridge, clearly not knowing what's going on. "Oh, is it teasing Lizzie time?!" Ash chirps, much to Trent's delight and Liz's dismay.
"I say so!" Trent speaks up.
"Baby photos or high school first?!" Mary-Kate excitedly jumps and down, begging me to answer from across the kitchen, while a wide-eyed Liz runs to me and quickly places her hands on my mouth. "Do not answer them. You love me, and it will stay that way!" I can't do anything but laugh through Liz's hands. "Don't do it."
"Lizard, let her speak."
"Mom, she'll betray me! I know that look!" I glance at Jarnie, who shakes her head. "You're right." She says to me. "High school photos first!!" Jarnie says, causing the twins to shriek and run out of the kitchen, spilling water from a freshly made cup. "Mom!!" Liz turns to her mother with a betrayed tone—faking sadness and offense.
"What? Y/N's the one who said it!" I look to Jarnie with Liz's hands still on my mouth. She does nothing but smile and wink. "You'll love them, dear." Without thinking, I try speaking, but nothing but a muffled noise is heard, causing Liz to laugh in defeat before removing her hands. "Thank you, Jarnie," I say with a smile that gets returned. "I bet you look cute!" Liz rolls her eyes and hangs her head as the twins' yells are heard through the house. "Well, thanks, Mom. Let's get this over with.."
"Wait, shouldn't we help?" I look to the remaining food that still needs to be prepped. "Nonsense," Jarnie speaks up. "Alexis and I got it. You're our guest this year. But next year you'll be here next to me. Okay?"
"Yes, ma'am." I nod to Liz's mom, who gives a wink. "Now go see pictures of our Lizard."
I turn back to Liz, who happily grabs my hand and leads me past Trent and Alexis trying to hide their smiles before she turns back to her mother. "I'm still your favorite, though... right?"
This causes me to laugh and wrap my arms around my girlfriend. "Oh, come on. Yes, everyone loves you, Lizzie Olsen! Let's go." I say with a smile as I push through the entryway of the kitchen. 
Liz laughs with me as we walk through the house towards the loud twins. "She loves you." I bring my attention from the house's high ceilings back to Liz. "My mom. She already loves you. Plus Trent. I'm surprised he didn't give his big brother/if you hurt her speech." Liz pauses for a moment. "Maybe that's because of what happened at the show." I'm momentarily confused but then remember what happened after my All Eyes On Me performance. "So I guess he already knows you'll do what you can to love and protect his little sister." I smile and wrap my arm around Liz. "I do love her." We slow our walk, and I let Liz's lips plant themselves on me.
"Are you doing okay?" I tilt my head at her question. "I mean, I'm the more outgoing one most of the time in this relationship, but you really turned on the charm in the kitchen. You okay?" Liz smirks while she laces her hands in my own, and I squeeze them, thanking her for her concerns. "Uh.. Don't get me wrong. I'm scared shitless right now." I chuckle. "But it's Thanksgiving. With your family! Today isn't about me. It's about us. And them." I gesture with both our hands together. "The people you love. I'd rather be scared and nervous today than to never do this at all." Liz beams at me and kisses me once again. "I love you."
"I love you too."
"And thank you." "For?" "Being you."
Liz POV
I've been embarrassed and teased, and tricked before.
Yes. Mainly by my sisters. We all know the gum in the hair story.
And I'm not saying everyone hasn't been teased, tricked, and embarrassed because everyone has. Growing up with sisters or not. It's a part of life. It happens whether we want it to or not.
But boy, oh boy, do I want it to stop now.
Because against my wishes, the photo albums and years books were pulled out. The twins started with the college photos. Most of which I'm not proud of, but my sweet Y/N loved them and secretly counted every time I had a joint or cigarette in my hand.
That was thirty minutes ago, and now we've moved on to high school photos.
"Oh, my God!" Y/N yells, snatching another photo Ashley held up to her. "Look at the smile!"
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"Look at you!" I smile as Y/N flashes the picture to me before dropping it into my hands as Mary-Kate holds up another one like it's a treat. "Oh my God, You're so cute here, Lizzie!" Ash squeals before flipping the photo over.
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Instantly I'm trying to cover it, but Y/N fights me off. "Oh, babe." She says with a laugh. "I can't tell if it's laundry day or you're going through a phase." The twins just about collapse with laughter, practically dying at Y/N's words, clearly hitting it on the head.
Y/N herself bites back her lip before scooting closer to me. "I can tell what phase this is." She whispers, forcing me to snatch the photo from her hands. "It's called being a teenager." Y/N just nods to me and mouths the word sure.
"Oh, look at this one!" My brother shouts from his hovering stance behind the twins. In his hand, I see my high school yearbook. "Trent." I quietly plead, but it's no use because instantly, everyone is gathered around Y/N as Trent shoves the book into her hands.
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"Babe." Y/N starts as her finger brushes over the picture. "You're so fucking cute! Your hair is a little frizzy, but Jesus Christ, have you ever had a like bad one? I'm talking awful to look at bad picture taken? Has she?" Y/N looks to the twins and then to me, almost as if she's offended. I don't even get to answer before her ramblings start. "God, it's gonna be so mortifying when I take you to my mom's, and in every picture, I look like I just woke, but I'm also somehow a walking corpse." She sighs. "Meanwhile, you've looked like this for years and years?!"
The rest of her words hit me, and I laughed and smiled along like everyone else, but I focused on what she said. "when I take you to my mom's."
My heart warms up at that.
It's evident to Y/N and myself that we're in this relationship for the long haul, but explicit and fine details have never been discussed. Family visits and trips for the next year or two had never been discussed until very recently. So the fact that Y/N is already thinking and joking about the future in which I see her baby and high school photos makes me melt.
That might not seem like a big deal from the outside looking in, but to the two of us, bringing someone home means a lot, especially after what we've been through.
You all know.
"I'm sure you'll look cute," I say as I pull myself back from getting lost in her eyes. But Y/N rolls them to me. "Notice how you said cute and not gorgeous."
"Babe, stop!"
"Oooh, fight. Fight. Fight!" I look to the twins, who are eagerly looking back at Y/N and me, waiting for this to turn into something bigger. Y/N just laughs and shakes her head. "No fighting here, blondes." "Boo!" Mary-Kate speaks up before her eyes focus back on the stack of pictures while Y/N closes the yearbook. "Hey." I quickly grab her hand. "You're beautiful." And thankfully, Y/N blushes and kisses my hand.
"So are you. I have pictures to prove it." She holds up another and smiles. I gently take it from her. "You and every sapphic lover out there."
Y/N's mouth drops. "What- how- yo-" She stumbles over her words, making Trent laugh as he's quietly watched before returning to his phone. "You know. I think I have to put parental controls on your phone." Y/N squints, but I shrug and look over to Ash, who has heart eyes at what she just witnessed. I also see Ash look at Y/N, who is now helping MK try and find even younger pictures of me, before her eyes focus back to me.
"She's perfect for you." She mouths.
"I know." I mouth back.
"Oh hey guys, we should clean up. Dads is almost here." Trent bursts the bubble of memories we're locked in as he locks his phone and puts it into his pocket. I move my head to Y/N, who moves hers from Trent to me. Everyone else in the room wouldn't notice it, but I do. The strong confidence she's been exuding falters slightly.
I go to speak, but before I can even scoot myself closer to Y/N, the twins begin piling up every photo and yearbook to make it appear as if they were never here. "We can look later!" Mary-Kate tells us as she runs to put them away. Ash running behind her to head to the nearest bathroom. When I turn around to Trent, he's already gone back to the kitchen. Leaving Y/N and I.
"They wasted no time.." Y/N nervously laughs. "They.." I lean closer to my girlfriend. "Trent and the twins grew up.. a little more.. differently than I did." I watch as a quizzical look morphs onto Y/N's face. "Differently?" I nod. "More prim and proper." I husk out, which causes a smile to form on Y/N's face. "What?" I ask as the smile turns to laughter. "Well, babe. I've gathered that. But from what I just witnessed." She gestures with her hands. "You would think it was more.. militant."
I make ah sound, but don't argue with Y/N's word choice. "He's a man of respect. Give it, earn it, or don't bother." I pause and see Y/N slowly nod. "But trust me. He loves us and wants what's best for us. It just.. can take a while. Okay?" Without saying it, I'm confirming and trying to keep calm with what we both fear—the possibility of my Dad, David Olsen.. disliking.. my girlfriend Y/N Y/L/N.
"Okay." Y/N takes her hand in mine. "I remember the first day you met my mom, so if I go through the day without crying over tea. We can count it as a win." Y/N squeezes my hand as I remember that day and fall into the crook of her neck. "Oh, God."
Y/N POV
"Alright, they're pulling up!" Mary-Kate yells from the front door and acts like she isn't just peeking out the window. Ash standing right behind her, making the same look. "Girls, get over here and quit freaking Y/N out!" Jarnie yells as she exits the kitchen for the first time today. Well, she went to the dining room to drop some food off earlier, but those places are one in the same. "You two do this every year. It's just your father and siblings. No need to get so crazy about it."
"But-" MK starts but quickly stops as she and Ash step away from the door. "Come on, guys," Liz speaks up and wraps her arm around each sister. It makes me laugh because of the height difference between the three of them. "Don't." MK glares at me before Liz covers her eyes, laughing.
"Knock knock!" The front door slowly opens as a younger male opens the door. Clearly not David, so this must be... Jake! That's his name! "Come on in, hun!" Jarnie makes her way past us to greet the remaining Olsens. "Jarnie, good to see you as always!" Jarnie makes a comment back to Jake as he smiles and makes his way down the line that all of us happen to be standing in. The twins, Liz and I being last.
"Jake, I'd like you to meet Y/N. My girlfriend!" Jake extends his hand with a smile. "Nice to meet you! Court has mentioned you before and sent me your TikTok's. Very talented."
Oh? I didn't realize Courtney had seen them, much less shared them.
Jake keeps shaking my hand as he continues talking about music and how TikTok has been helping all kinds of artists find their base. So he's excited to see what I got coming up. I agree with him, but I would like my hand back at some point. It appears Liz finally catches on and speaks up. "Jake. Her hand." She says with a friendly smile causing him to look down, embarrassed. "Sorry. I was shaking your hand too long." I nod with a laugh. "That's okay. And thank you. It's nice to meet you! We can chat later."
As Jake scurries to put away the bottle of wine he brought, I glance towards the front door, and I see a tall, grey-haired man finishing up a conversation with Jarnie. Both leaving it with smiles. "Chat later?" Liz asks with a smirk. "Shh." I roll my eyes.
"Hi, Dad!" Trent greets his father with a bear hug before David moves on to the twins, who quickly chat up their dad as Liz laces her fingers in mine. "Where's Courtney?" Ash asks, catching Liz and mines attention. "Oh, she's outside talking with her.. friend," David answers with a sheepish look that I catch. "Well, we're happy everyone could make it!" MK speaks up, obviously catching the vibe. "Yes. Yes, of course." David speaks as he moves to Liz and I. "Speaking of hiya Lizard!" David goes for a bear hug like he did with Trent but only gets a half hug in return since Liz refuses to let go of my hand. This earning a look at our intertwined hands. "Dad." Liz starts. "This is Y/N. My lovely girlfriend."
For the first time since entering the house, David's eyes meet my own. He nods his head and simply speaks as if I were a business deal.
"David Olsen. Elizabeth's Father." He extends his hand directly to the one holding Liz's. I feel as if everyone's eyes are on us. Without a shared word between us, Liz loosens her hand so I can let her go too firmly. And I mean firmly shake David's hand. "Y/N Y/L/N. Lizard's girlfriend."
From the corner of my eye, I can see Jarnie, Mary-Kate, and Ashley's smiles spread.
"So I've heard." David drops my hand and adverts his attention as Jake comes back into the room with a scotch in hand. "Ah, thank you, Jake." He grasps the glass from his son's hand and steps aside. "Much needed." He says after taking a long sip. "Jarnie, could you go get Court, please," David speaks to his ex-wife, who is already waving her hands at him as she made that decision first. "Nurse, your scotch." She says, earning a laugh from the twins as they separate to freshen up. Liz is momentarily ushered away by Trent. "Okay, bye." Those two words drop with sarcasm while I wave while avoiding the burning holes in my head.
"Here." I turn to my right to see Alexis with a glass of white wine. "For the... nerves." She so kindly says. "Thank you," I reply with my own long and strong sip. "Everyone goes through it," Alexis whispers to me when she raises her glass. I give her a look to make sure we're talking about the same thing.
We are.
"Wine?" Alexis rapidly changes the subject as someone appears behind me. "Please." My Liz begs. "One minute." Alexis departs with a strong sip of her own.
"I can't believe him."
I turn to my left to see Liz with a tight jaw boring holes into the her father's head. If looks could kill. I sigh and open my mouth."Liz-" "Trent had the audacity to give me the give it time talk." Hmm. "Fuck that." Liz practically snarls. "Give me your hand." I don't even get a second before our hands are tied together once again. "These." She squeezes our hands. "Don't get separated for the rest of the day." "Liz-" I start again but get interrupted by Jarnie opening the door with a very wide smile. Courtney and her friend, as David put it.
"Hey, everyone!!" Courtney beams to all of us. "This is Ness!" She kisses her cheek and wraps an arm around a shorter dyed black-haired cardigan-wearing woman. "Not only a friend." She emphasizes. "But my girlfriend!" Ness shyly waves, clearly not expecting all of us to be gathered in one of the living rooms. "Hi." Everyone, including myself, send warm smiles as Courtney pulls Ness further into the house. Jarnie watching Ness with care, just as she did with me.
At least I'm not the only new person this holiday.
"Oh my God, Lizzie, you brought her!!" Courtney screams as she hugs her older sister. "So nice to see you again, Y/N! Ness, this is Y/N!" Ness looks me up and down, confused, before a light bulb goes off. "Oh?! The one from the show you went to?!" Courtney nods. "Wow. Courtney and I love your music so far!"
"So far?" I tease, earning a laugh from Court and Ness. "It's nice to meet you."
"You as well."
"So Ness, how long have you and Court been together?" Liz asks as everyone begins to shuffle around the house. "Couple of months. Although we can't agree on when we started dating exactly." Courtney laughs while nudging Ness. "Only because this one thinks our first night in Mexico was our first date, but it was obviously the Tuesday at Al's before we even left," Ness speaks before Court pecks her lips to get her to stop. "Mexico or some restaurant called Al's. Tell me, which one sounds more romantic?" Court asks Liz and me as we find ourselves in the kitchen. Again.
"Mexico." Liz and I say at the same time. "Unbelievable." Ness' head and shoulders drop. "Anyways." Court wraps her arms around Ness as Alexis drops off more glasses of wine. "What's new between you two."
Where do we start?
"Oh, girls, save that talk for the table. It'll only be a couple more minutes."
"Of course, Mama J," Courtney speaks for the group. "Shall we?" Liz takes my hand and leads me to the elegant dining room. Clearly, a lived in space, but no one eats here regularly. "Mom, what's up with the name plates?"
"I thought it might be fun this year. What with our new guest and all." Jarnie nods towards Ness and me, whose nameplates happen to be right next to each other. On the other side of me is Liz. Of course. "Ah, no fair!" Mary-Kate whines, finding her spot. "I always sit next to Ashley. I sit next to her every day. Can I switch? Who wants to switch?"
"No switching. Now stop it." Jarnie lightly smacks Mary-Kate's head, earning a quiet "ow" from the blonde as the rest of us begin to sit down.
Jarnie and David are at each end of the table. On either side of David is Trent and Alexis.
Next to Trent is Louis, Ashley, Mary-Kate, and Jake
Next to Alexis is Courtney, Ness, myself, and Liz.
"Alright, Y/N, would you like to say, Grace?" Mary-Kate calmly asks me. Grace? Do they do that? "Mary-Kate." Liz sighs as Ash slaps her twin. "Wow, real violence going on today!" MK rubs where she got hit.
"Serves you right." Jarnie scolds her daughter as she turns to me. "We don't do that. Feel free to do it if you want, or start piling up your plate."
"Piling up my plate sounds good." Jarnie nods back and turns to Liz and not so quietly says. "Have I mentioned that I like her?"
Liz POV
I'm glad to be back home.
I love working, and Texas has been fun, but Y/N was right. I was missing my family and home a lot more than I realized. Because of this: Mary-Kate making a mashed potato mountain while Courtney scolds her for not doing it right. Alexis sharing embarrassing stories of Trent we haven't heard before. Or Ness leaning over to Y/N and I to joke about the twins. This. This is what I love. The fun of it all. The care and joy. Family.
A real Vin Diesel moment.
Don't tell Y/N I watched Fast and Furious without her, by the way.
Anyways I wasn't kidding when I said Y/N's and mines hand were going to be tied together all day. However, if it were up to me, we'd still be doing it, but it was making grabbing the bowls of food passed around very difficult. And eating, for that matter.
"Till after we eat." Y/N convinced me.
Trust me. I know it's a little ridiculous to practically hold someone's hand hostage all day, all because of things my Dad technically hasn't even voiced yet. But I wasn't going to let my father be immediately defensive to Y/N, myself, or Court and Ness, for that matter.
"Wait, what?" Y/N's shocked and open jaw makes me hide my laugh.
"Did you not know?" Ash looks puzzled before her, and my girlfriend's eyes are looking at me. I playfully smile and shrug. "Babe... is there something you'd like to say?"
"Alright, I know Spanish, so what."
"You didn't think to bring that up to your girlfriend?"
"Yeah! You didn't think to bring that up to me?! Like ever!" I shrug again. Enjoying the amused and flabbergasted looks. "I don't believe you," Y/N states as she returns to shoving turkey in her mouth. "There's no way this hasn't come up!" Mary-Kate tries to reason but to no avail.
"So you've been watching me do Duolingo for months and have said nothing?" Y/N breaks after a brief moment of silence. "Nothing?!"
"You never asked for help." I tease, earning a groan. "Also, I thought you've been doing very well, mi amor."
"Gracias." Y/N tries her best to look at me upset but fails as soon as I lean into her and leave a peck.
"Mi corazón."
"Huh?"
"Oh, haven't gotten there yet, huh?" Y/N shakes her head. "Tell me." I keep my face from breaking into a wide grin at the new game I'm going to play. "No."
"Oh, come on." I shake my head. "And no one better help or tell her what it means." I direct to the table and see phones quickly being out away. "That means you, MK."
"Oh, come on." She whines exactly like Y/N. Earning a chorus of laughs around the table.
"So Y/N." My father speaks to Y/N for the first time all meal. Mind you. Enough time has elapsed that some of us are on our second plates myself, Court, Mom, and Alexis. While some are on their third. Trent and Jake. "From what some of the group here and what Courtney have told me. You're quite popular. Talented even." All conversations quiet down, and eyes divert between my father and my girlfriend.
"Oh well." I lay my left hand on Y/N's knee to let her know I'm here no matter how much charisma and confidence she's had it in herself today. "I wouldn't say popular-"
"You held a show right here in LA not too long ago, no?"
"Well, yes, but-" "That certainly sounds like someone who's popular. Talented. Not some nobody. Are you a nobody?" I squeeze Y/N's knees as the clanging of my father's silver wear hits his dish.
"No, but-"
"Do you see yourself having a future? Being somebody?" "Sir, with all due respect-" In an instant, I watch my father move on.
"How about you, Ness?" Y/N looks back at me, mouth agape. "David!" My mom speaks out while throwing her serviette to the ground. "Stop this."
"Jarnie, please."
"Dad!" The twins speak up as I squeeze Y/N's knee again. "Stop this game your playing, or listen to what these young ladies have to say."
"J, what's there to say?" A beat. Confused looks all around. "You know, Lizard." My father draws his eyes back to me. Without removing her eyes from him, Y/N lays her hand on my knee. "What happened with Robbie? I know that Robbie upset you last year-"
"Stop." I close my eyes, hoping he'll listen. "But he knew-"
"Dad, please stop." I can feel Y/N tense as she squeezes my knee again.
"Dad, stop!" Ash speaks as I begin to block out what our father is saying.
Y/N POV
I visibly watch Liz tune out what's happening around here. She's an actress, so it appears she's listening, but I see her. I know her. She's hurting, and the mood for today is ruined.
I lean into her hold and grab her chin gently in my hand, turning her to see me ignoring her father's look. "Hey. It'll be okay." Liz smiles at me and holds back the tears in her eyes. Jarnie watches this interact with a clenched jaw, not at us but at her ex-husband.
"Enough!!" Jarnie shouts out over everyone as she pulls her youngest close. Liz wrapping our hands together. "David Olsen, you've upset everyone with your yammering and condescending questions and statements. Kindly stop it and apologize or leave."
"Jarnie-" David scoffs at this, and I feel Liz tense under my hand again. "David!" Liz sighs- "Dad, stop!" She stands up and yells at her father, surprising everyone.
"What are you doing? Why are you doing this? Just stop it. Stop thinking you know everything or that you have a clue about our relationships or lives! You only know about shit that's going on if Mom tells you or Court and Jake decide to fill you in!" Jarnie places her hand on Liz's arm as Liz stops to catch her breath and wipes some tears that have begun trailing her cheeks. "For the love of God, stop saying the name Robbie. He doesn't exist to us. I don't care what you think, you know, because whatever it is. It's wrong. He and I broke up. He fucked up again and again. And before you start bringing up last year this and last year that. Just stop." Liz sways a bit as she stamps her foot. "God, Dad, do you even know why I was so upset last year?" She sniffles. "Do you even care?"
"Honey-"
Liz places her hand up. "I was upset because that morning, I had gotten my period. After days of bated breath, this was the sign that I wasn't pregnant."
W-What?
I didn't know that.
I feel time halting as my breathing slows as I look around the room. It's clear that no one knew of this except the twins. Their eyes scurrying away from my own.
"But fuck- I- I wasn't upset because I wasn't pregnant. In fact, I was happy. Ecstatic even." My girlfriend chuckles through her sore, sobbed throat. "I was happy. And it felt so wrong to be so happy th-that I twisted myself up into this knot, and I just let myself... go." Liz's lips tremble as she fights for control. "All morning, I just let my body feel. All the emotions. The anger and sadness and the-that fucking happiness that I was putting on myself!" Liz takes a deep breath and lets go of my hand to push her hair out of her face. And I don't know if it was the anger of the weight of it all, but that's when I saw how horrible her hands were shaking and shaking more than the last leaf on a snow-covered tree. I reach up and grab her hand once more. Kissing it. Letting her know I'm here.
The only indication I know that Liz is aware of everyone else in the room is the light squeeze I feel on my fingers.
"But the guilt I felt for feeling how I goddamn felt. Me. The person that would've had to carry it. The person whose body would've been forever changed. My feelings were amped up by the person everyone should live up to, apparently. Robbie Arnett." I turn my head to David for the first time since Liz stood up. Guilt and regret are apparent on his face, but his eyebrows are furrowed, and his eyes remain stoic.
"He wanted kids and that future right then and there. So imagine the hurt I felt. Imagine the look on his face when I laid out everything for him. Okay?" She sniffles again, pushing her pink nose up. "Now imagine when he says nothing. Okay? Now imagine when he starts talking, but those words turn spiteful. Okay? Can you do that? Can you fucking do that, Dad?" Liz picks up her wine glass and rapidly downs it before throwing it into the middle of the table. "I knew that something was happening to our relationship even before that moment. But last year. The same day you want to bring up Dad. That was when I stopped loving Robbie Arnett."
Liz blinks some more tears away before looking around the room. "It was going to happen. And I'm glad it did." The soft tone in which Liz speaks makes me think that it she is talking about isn't her relationship with Robbie. "Excuse me." Liz covers her mouth and bolts from my grip. Running out of the dining room before I can even grasp what transpired in the last couple of minutes. But her footsteps are upstairs and long gone.
The twins hot on her trail, leaving a coat of silence in the large dining room—the quiet air being broken up by my own movement. My body and mind racing and going into autopilot.
Find your Liz.
"Honey.." Jarnie whispers while reaching her hand out to me, forcing me to look at her. Tears fill her eyes.
Mine too.
"Why don't you go check on her. Okay?" I nod, and I don't want to, but I do it anyways. I look into the direction of what caused this eventful meal.
The heads of the side of the table follow my look.
David is leaning back into his chair at the head of the table, looking out the window into the green backyard. I force myself to hold in the scoff.
"Go, Y/N," Court says, sending me a flat-line white people smile. With that, I force my legs to walk away from this. From everything that just happened. "Check upstairs," Jarnie informs me as I walk by her. "Thank you," I reply, only earning a wave of the hand.
"Just hug my Lizard. Please."
"Of course," I answer truthfully, and just as my body leaves the room, I begin to hear the shouting of multiple people.
_
"She locked herself in there," Ash says to me with trembling lips. "We're pretty sure we heard her throw up, but she won't answer us," Mary-Kate adds while she comforts her sister. "She just got her so fast."
Here. A hallway with a bonus room and a bedroom are at the end of it. One-half bath in between. Where Liz is now. "Okay." I squeak out. Still reeling from EVERYTHING I just learned. "We're sorry," Mary-Kate says as she looks down ashamed. Ash nodding in agreement. "Sorry? What are you sorry for?" I shake my head, trying to focus myself. "For what Dad- David said." Ash corrects. "I swear I've never seen him act like that. Well, to that extent." Mary-Kate says and groans before trying the bathroom handle again. "Lizzie, come on. Unlock the door. Y/N's here." She rushes through her words as the guilt eats her up.
But it's not her fault. Or Ashley's. Or anyone at that table's fault whose name doesn't start with a D.
"Babe. I'm here." I clear my throat and stand next to MK. "Open up. We don't have to talk about anything. I need to know you're alright." Nothing. Followed by nothing. I press my ear against the door, and aside from the hum of the house, I can hear what sounds like whispers. Repeating whispers. I pull my head back from the door and gently try the handle again, but it's still locked. The twins look at me curiously as I examine the door.
"Babe, like I said, we don't have to talk, okay? But I'd like to say some things. It's just you and me. Okay?" I raise my arm and shoo the twins away. Obviously, earning a shaking of the head, but I persist. "It'll be okay." I mouth to the duo, who eventually agree with their heads and make themselves home at the end of the hallway. "Okay, now it's just us." I start with a slight chuckle while feeling lost, nervous, and confused about today means for the greater scheme of things.
"I love you. I love you so much, Liz... and I'm- I.." I lean my head against the door while my hands grip the frame. "I'm sorry dinner took a turn, to say the least. But it wasn't your fault." I swallow. "Nothing that happened today or yesterday, or last year was your fault. Because you're perfect, I'm not just saying that to make you feel better or to open this door." I add a small laugh. "I'm saying it because I believe it. I believe in you. I believe you all the time. I believe you when you tell me I look pretty, even when I just woke up. I believe you when you say you like my smile, even though I've always hated it. I believe you when you tell me about your nightmares, no matter how silly and plant-based they are." I press my ear against the door again, hearing a hushed giggle. "I- I also believe you when.." I sigh, still wrapping my head around this.
"I also believe you'd make a great mom someday." A smile creeps onto my face, just imagining it. "And I believe you when you say you were happy about the outcome last year because there's nothing wrong with that. Nothing. You're allowed to feel however you want to feel. No one should tell you differently. You can always choose what you want. You want to cry. You want to laugh. Say Yes. Say No. You name it. Because no matter what, Liz, at the end of the day, it's your life... your choice. I'm just so happy, and I feel so lucky to get to be a part of it. I'm sorry I wasn't sooner.. and Liz, I believe you deserve nothing but support and love all the time. So.." I lean away from the door. "So, Liz, please open the door so I can take care of you right now."
Silence.
And then click.
I'm a little stunned to hear the door being unlocked, that it takes me a second to turn the handle. But the door slowly opens to reveal my shaking girlfriend sitting atop the toilet. Makeup ruined. Her eyes void of the striking green. They've turned red from her hot tears. However, she's still beautiful. She always will be.
"Hey.." I slowly walk in and close the door behind me. Locking it so the twins don't barge in. Liz lifts her face up to me; she goes to smile, but it falters as more tears slip out. "Oh, Liz." I quickly grab the towel off the rack and wet it to wipe her face and chin. Once that's done, I kneel before her and wrap my arms around her. Muffling her cries as her head buries into the crook of my neck. "I'm here," I whisper into her head, earning a nod as she quiets down.
"Come here." I pull her into me as I maneuver my legs under me. I fall back onto my butt while Liz places her weight on top of me. So now we're both just lying on the floor up against the wall. Well, I am, and Liz has her head on my chest. Luckily I know the floor is clean. "I-I'm sorry." Liz sobs into my chest adding new cracks into my breaking heart. "Hey." I kiss her head and pull her closer. If possible. "You have nothing to be sorry for. Nothing." I whisper. "Did you not hear me through the door?"
Liz's sniffles crawl to a stop, and after what feels like a few minutes, she speaks up. "I love your smile." She lifts her head off my chest and looks at me. "You're right. I love your smile even though you hate it." I smile at seeing hers. "There it is." Liz lightly laughs and wipes off the stray tears she has on her face.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
I rise to my feet and help Liz onto the toilet seat again. Grabbing a new rag from Underneath the sink to clean up her trail-stained red cheeks and puffy eyes. "Don't worry. You still look beautiful." I wink at my girlfriend, that looks up at me with nothing but care. "Are you okay?" Liz closes her eyes as I wipe them. "No," I answer honestly. "I'm mad and upset by your fathers' actions. They hurt you. And my feelings. Probably Courts and Ness'." I rant.
"I understand." Liz sighs as I drop the hand towel in her hands. "I hate him." She concludes. "Li-" "No. I do. He disrespected us all. I've never seen him act like that! And what was up with the vague homophobia?? He's known about Court for the last two months? We've been in the news! I don't get it." Liz grips onto the sides of the sink and hangs her head.
"Do you hate me?"
I look at Liz in the mirror as if she's turned blue and grown 7 feet. "What?" I watch her hands let go of the sink and wrap themselves around one another in front of her stomach. She's anxious.
"Why would I hate you?" I question and bring myself closer to her. Liz opens her mouth before giving up on her words and shrugging, making me shake my head.
"Liz, I know you were listening earlier, so listen again. I could never hate you. Could I be annoyed or slightly frustrated? Sure. Has that happened yet? No, never." Nice safe. "So it stands to reason that I could never hate you. I don't want that thought to ever cross your mind. Ever. You're an Angel on earth."
"Do you still want kids someday?"
I look Liz up and down, catching her hand placement this time. I move gently into her space and grab her hands to lace them in mine. "With you? Of course."
Liz lets out a relieved sigh/laugh. "I'll never forget when you blurted that question out in the New York apartment." I laugh back. "I don't know what possessed me to do that."
We stand like that for a few minutes more. But for Liz, I'd stop the world and stand here forever.
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After leaving the bathroom to find the twins on the floor with tears in their eyes, claiming that they weren't listening to our private conversation (liars), we made it back to the site of the crime. To find everyone there but one person.
"He's in the study upstairs," Jarnie says before anyone of us even thinks about asking. "Why is he still here?" Mary-Kate sternly asks her mom. "We don't want him here. He ruined the day." Ash backs up her twin and returns to Louis side. They're cute. "Lizard.." Jarnie walks up to her youngest and wraps her up. "I love you. No matter what. You know this, honey." Jarnie rubs her hands up and down Liz's back. "Do you want to..."
"Y/N." I pull my attention from Liz and her mother to Courtney on my left. "Hi." She shyly looks at me. "Umm, look, we're going to talk to Lizzie as well, but Jake and myself and, uh, Trent are just horribly sorry for how our father acted. Like he's-" "Never acted like that." I finished her sentence for her. "I've heard."
"Right. We're just so so sorry. We all love you and think you're wonderful, and oh god, I had all this to say-" I look back to see the twins now joining Liz in her convo with her mom.
"The study." Court looks at me, puzzled. "The study?" She asks, and I nod. "The upstairs study. Where is it?"
The lightbulb goes off above Court. "Up the stairs. Right hallway. Second door on the left."
"Thanks." I nod at her instructions and start working my way out of the kitchen, passing my lovely girlfriend with a kiss on the head. "Babe?" I turn back to face her when she grabs my hand. "Where are you going?" She knows. "Liz-" "No." "Liz, I want to speak to him." "No." She grips me harder. "Stop, let's just leave." I shake my head to her as Liz's sisters and mother watch us. "No. I'm sorry, Liz, but I'm not letting this go without speaking to him. He doesn't get to push anyone of us like that." "But-" She loosens her grip on me. "No buts, babe. I love you and respect everyone here, but I respect myself too. Maybe not all the time," I squeak out a laugh. "Okay. I love you too. Be careful."
"Always." I kiss her head and give a nod to the twins. "Y/N?" Jarnie calls out to me just as my foot hits the bottom step. "Yes?"
"Thank you for being there for her. In more ways than one." Jarnie covers her mouth, her hand as if debating something. "The first Thanksgiving, our Lizard, brought someone home, it was a blonde hair man whose name I forget, and I didn't like him all that much. No one really did, but we played nice for her sake, and we wanted what made her happy. But he came and went... Then Robbie happened. And he was a nice change of pace for her. Kind and caring, but something was missing that David and I couldn't put a finger on. But once again. We just wanted what made her happy." Jarnie stops as she walks closer to me, taking my hands in her own. "Today." She starts. "Today, I saw her eyes shine, and her smile shine brighter than ever before. You're right for her. Everyone here can see that. Including David." I tilt my head a bit at that last word. "No, I know. That sounds ridiculous, but I think it's true. He doesn't want Lizzie to be hurt again. He's a scared old man." She laughs. "But how he treated you and Ness, for that matter, is unacceptable. So when you get done yelling or talking or knocking him a new one, find me so I can do it as well. Okay?"
I laugh and smile at Jarnie. "Yes, Ma'am."
"Oh, stop with the Ma'am. You're going to be family soon enough. Mama J is fine." She pulls me into a hug that has the warmth of a loving mother. "Family?" I question. Mama J nods. "When you and Lizard are ready, you have my wishes."
Shocked isn't a big enough word to describe how I'm feeling. "Oh wow. Thank you! Thank you. Liz and I haven't even been together that long, and we have our whole careers and everything plus-" "Dear." She stops me. "It doesn't have to be tomorrow. I just don't see you going anywhere anytime soon. You and Lizard have already been through what most people go through in a lifetime. So I have faith. No, go upstairs. He's probably brooding." She pats my shoulders and heads down the hallway towards the bathroom Liz was held up in earlier.
Sensing someone watching me, I move my gaze to them. I see Liz watching me with a smile I've missed over the last half hour. "Did you hear all that?" I asked with a hushed whisper.
"I don't know what you're talking about." She replies in the same manner. "Uh-huh." I playfully roll my eyes and head up the stairs. In less than forty steps, I'm up the stairs and down the hall in front of the study. I stand there staring at the dark oak door breathing in and out. Calming my nerves that are making their appearance once again.
"Let's fucking do it." I knock on the door and twist the handle to open it.
"Mr. Olsen?" I ask I my eyes scan the darken room. Bookshelves and paintings line the wall. Amazement and wonder fill my eyes, and I'd love this room. On some other day. Because right now, I'm here for the man sitting in the brown leather chair. What appears to be a first-edition book of some kind in his hand.
"I'd like to discuss what happened downstairs." I firmly imply as I close the door behind me and stagger my steps to behind the chair oppose of Liz's father. "How so?" He closes the book and lets it rest on the table next to him giving me his full undivided attention for the first time today. "I'd like to know why you did what you did," I state, earning a Hmm.
"What was it that I did?" He's baiting me. "Mr. Olsen, I would just like an explanation as to why what happened. Happened. Was it something I did or didn't do?" He remains silent. "Is the fact that two of your daughters and I can't believe I'm saying this are in a same-sex relationship?"
"Don't be so naive, Y/N." He leans back into his chair. "Excuse me?" I say.
"I don't care if my daughters have, as you put it, a same-sex relationship." I lean forward. "Then what was that?"
"What was what? What did I do?"
I clench my jaw as he goes to pick up his book. Fuck it.
"Okay. Sir. You want to know what you did. What you already know." He closes his book once again and looks up at me. "You just pushed and pushed Liz to embarrass and humiliate herself out there in front of the people she loves most. And whether you like it or not, as you so claim, I'm on that list of people. Now are there days where I feel as if I don't deserve it? Sure. I'm sure you love to hear that." I stand away from the chair and let my feet guide myself around the room. "But that doesn't mean I don't love and care for your daughter every goddamn day as if she created the very ground I walk on. And I know. I know you love every single one of your children. You want what's best for them, like every parent should, whether they're blonde-haired assholes or guys who give her the world only to rip it away again and again. However, how you acted downstairs makes me think otherwise." I point my finger. "I'm better than both of those guys will ever be, by the way. Oh! Also. Liz talked about how you're a man of respect. You earn it, give it, or don't bother, right? So where was my right to earn it in your eyes today? Or Ness, for that matter. She and I had today to make you see how much we love your daughters, and you couldn't bother. Everyone else could. But not you? What is this a test." Mr. Olsen stands for the first time since I walked into the room. It throws me off a little, but I don't stop.
"And just so you know, I have worked my ass off to even be where I'm at today. These last few months haven't been easy, but I'm here. I'm a fucking artist now. And no, your daughter didn't do anything for me except support me. So before you go off thinking I'm only with her for money or notoriety, that's the furthest thing from the truth. I didn't even know who she fucking was till after we slept together!"
Okay, I should've kept that last one in.
I stop myself and look at the man I've been yelling at. "I'm sorry." I freeze, realizing the words that just left my mouth. "No, wait, no, I'm not. I'm not sorry. You treated me like dirt so I could yell at you and tell you that I love your daughter and that I don't plan on going anywhere."
The silence that follows speaks for itself the longer it goes on.
"I just want what's best for Lizzie." Her father breaks the tension in the room as he leans himself against what looks to be a hundred-year-old desk. "I do too." As if that's not obvious, I want to add on but refrain from doing so. "I respect you for coming up and laying into me; however, how you did so was only because of my arrogance, and for that, I'm sorry."
I don't say anything.
"Now.." David takes a pause as he pushes himself off the desk. "I don't know if you're the one for my daughter. You appear to be so." Here we go. "You make her happier than anybody I've ever seen. I would hate for her to lose that." Implying I would do something to hurt Liz. "I understand." I extend my hand to him. He looks down at it and shakes it as I open my mouth. "However, I can't accept your apologies. You hurt your daughters' feelings and my own today. I know you're a smart man. Capable of reading the room and the emotions within it. I thought what you did knowing that was mean. So thank you for your respect and for letting me know how happy I make my own girlfriend, but I don't need your respect for myself. I only need your acceptance for Liz's sake."
"I see."
"So once you apologize to your daughters and to Ness, then I'd love to sit down with you and talk about everything under the sun. Once again, thank you." Without another word, I drop his hand and turn my body to head out the door. Mr. Olsen doesn't stop me.
Liz POV
We all look up as we hear the study room door close. Yes, all. All of us who surround the table now stand at the bottom of the stairs.
Y/N appears from the top of the stairs, not with tears in her eyes or a clenched jaw but with a look of pride? Yeah, pride. "Hey, everyone." She smiles as she descends the stairs. "So!? How'd it go." Jake speaks up. Out of everyone, he was surprisingly really nervous for Y/N and made that known to me when he noticed Y/N was missing moments ago. "Umm.." Y/N plants herself in front of me, and behind the pride on her face, I see exhaustion taking over.
This day ruined us.
"It was informative." She decides.
"We thought we heard yelling," Ashley says as she earns a slap on the arm from Mary-Kate. I ignore them as I wrap my arms around Y/N. "It's true," I add. "Maybe a little." Y/N turns to my mom.
"If you want to go up, you can."
"Oh, honey, I will soon enough. Before we leave."
"Leave?" Y/N questions. "We're going to my- our house." I correct myself. "Our home here. To finish the rest of this day. Dessert. Board games. Movies. Nap somewhere in all of that." I do my best to smile as Y/N doesn't say anything, but I can tell she's thinking. "Is that what you want?" She asks. I honestly want this day to be over. I would have loved to stay here curled up on the couch after stuffing my face more, but the thought of staying in this house longer than an hour after being forced to share things I never wanted to again makes me sick.
"Yeah. Family bonding."
"Okay. Then su-" The upstairs study room door closes again. "Lizard." My father calls out to me as my mother and Y/N move themselves before me. "David, how about some other time? The girls are exhausted."
"It won't take long." He argues. I wrap my hand around Y/N's and pull it as we leave the foyer to go to the kitchen. Ignoring my dad's eyes and pleads. "Did he apologize to you?" I ask Y/N as I begin packing the Tupperware full of food into a tote bag. "Yes and no." She says. "Babe, what are you doing?"
"Is he homophobic now?"
"No. Just old. Babe stop. You shouldn't be doing this. You're exhausted." She takes the bag from my hand and places it down on the counter. "I hate him." I reaffirm as Trent walks into the kitchen. "Lizzie." I hold up my hand to my brother. "Don't."
"He wants to talk to you. Apologize." Trent looks at me so seriously it makes me laugh. No, really, it makes me laugh. I cover my face with my hands to stop myself from crying as I do my best to keep my smile. "No."
"No?" Trent asks as the twins enter the kitchen now. Moving past our brother to help with the loading of the food.
"No, he doesn't get to just apologize."
"Lizzie, I don't think it's like that."
"I don't care what you think it's like, Trent." I fully turn away from the counter to look at my brother. "I don't care what Dad wants to say or do. He should've done right earlier or not shown up today. So it's too little too late." I turn back to Y/N and my sister, who each have a bag around their arms. "Let's go." I muster out as I avoid the concerned look from Y/N.
Trent moves out of our way. "You can tell Dad I don't want to speak to him. I don't want to hear from him. Tell him I said no. No is a full sentence."
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Dec. 31st, 2021
Missed Calls Dad (2)
New Voicemail: Hey, kiddo. I see I missed you again. Umm. I just wanted to call and let you know that I wish you and Y/N a happy new year considering I won't be staying up. Everyone here misses you. Me included. Umm, anyways, so long. Love you, Lizard.
I drop my phone from my ear and onto the bathroom counter. As you can tell, I haven't spoken with my father since Thanksgiving. It hasn't been hard to avoid him, but it can't exactly be easy.
"In a minute!" I respond to the rapid knocking on that guest bathroom door that I'm on the other side of. "But Lizzzard, it's me!" I chuckle and put my phone away before opening the door to reveal my very drunk girlfriend. "Why, hello, beautiful!" The drunker she gets, the more of a flirt she becomes. "Hi, baby," I reply as she pulls me into a kiss. A kiss that keeps going and going from my lips to my neck and my collarbone. "Ba-aby." I fluster out. "We have to stop. Someone could see u-us."
"Let them." Y/N looks up at me with that mischievous look in her eyes. "Oh no. Not here. Not in Ivy's penthouse." Y/N bites down on my skin before removing her lips from me. "Fine. Only because you're so fucking smart." She huffs and fakes annoyance before breaking out her wide smile. "I love you." She laughs. "I love you too. Okay. Now move it." I turn her around and smack her ass, so she starts moving us back to the party.
As we whiz through people we know and don't know, Y/N locks her hand in mine. "I wish we had the party at our place." She whines, and a part of me agrees because I know Y/N is horny and would kick everyone out. Another reason is having Ivy and Max host a party was safer for us, especially after some concerning pieces of mail were dropped off at our LA place.
We alerted all who we needed to, but with the holidays, so haven't heard much back.
The pieces of mail were pictures of us. At first, we thought they were paparazzi pictures, but the closer you looked at them, they clearly were pictures a stalker would take. Photos of Y/N coming and going from her record company. Pictures of the two of us at dinner. Even a picture of us when we donated food and toys to the local animal shelter. Y/N's idea, by the way.
But to say we were freaked would be an understatement. I locked myself away in my cave for three days like a ball of anxiety before Y/N, and I discussed our next course of action. She blamed herself, while I blamed myself. But it's neither of our faults—only that assholes.
So anywho, it's been a crazy past two weeks between that and Christmas. Plus seeing Scarlett, Colin, Cosmo, and of course, little Rosie!
"Y/N! Lizzie!" Both of us turn our heads around to see Ivy. "Hey, you two! I've barely seen you since you guys got here!" "To you. Wait, you too!" Y/N stumbles as I just smile at Ivy. "What she said." I laugh and pull Y/N closer to me, not that she minds.
"Where's Max?" Y/N questions. Ivy takes Y/N's finger and points so it'll be easy for her to follow. "Ah!!!" Y/N squeals and drags the three of us over to see Max with a fashionably late Scarlett and a star-struck Sam..? Yeah! Sam, that's her name. The blonde that used to work with Y/N.
"Nice of you to join us ScarJo!" Y/N stumbles a bit as she taunts Scar. "Oh God, she's not drunk, is she?" Max intercepts only to get my nod. "She wanted to celebrate what the new year has in store for us." "Meaning?" Scarlett questions while laughing. "Multiverse of Madness, my new show, her record, us in general-" "Wait, stop!" Scar sets her drink down. "HER? New record?! She signed?!"
Apparently, this is new news to Scar. "Yeah, she did." I smile. "Oh, my God! That's amazing!" She focuses her attention on Y/N, who looks like she just won the lottery. Oh gosh, I forgot about her crush on Natasha Romanoff. "Come here!" Scarlett pulls Y/N into a hug. "Watch the hands, Y/L/N!" I yell to my girlfriend, who does nothing but gasp and pull Scarlett into her again.
Oh, she's so going to get it.
Once everyone stopped hugging one another, I not so gently and calmly pulled Y/N onto my lap once we all gathered around a table in the corner of the room. "Mine," I whispered into her ear as Max questioned Scarlett about Black Widow and The Outset. "Yours." She whispered back.
"So, will you keep the name Y/N or create a stage name?" Ivy asks as her fingers dance around on Max's neck. I hide my smile behind Y/N, knowing the name she came up with. "Stage name." She says with a wave of her hand before flopping into me. "Do we get to know it?" Sam laughs.
"Oh yeah, sure, it's-"
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April 22, 2022
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Marvel Studios @MarvelStudios
The trip through the Multiverse has begun. The stars of Marvel Studios' #DoctorStrange in the Multiverse of Madness began the global tour in Berlin, Germany! - Experience the movie only in theaters May 6.
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@scrunchnoselizzie      @marvelstudios she was looking at me 🥰🥰
@Hole4TaylorSloane      @marvelstudios THE people's princess!! 👸
@MadMaxMoore @marvelstudios oh wait till Y/N sees these. 💙 Y/N wake up!!!
@yeahitsY/N      @marvelstudios omg she's so pretty she can crush me and I'd thank her. Alexa play Gorgeous by Taylor Swift! Also not joking but if you guys kill Wanda I just want to talk
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@multiversemother      @marvelstudios      @yeahitsY/N not Lizzie's gf commenting with that picture 💀💀
@NSanders28      @marvelstudios 🥱🥱🥱 next
@witcheswhores @multiversemother they haven't publicly confirmed that they're back together. I know there's been paparazzi photos and posts about them but let's not possibly spread misinformation.
@incellonerman @witcheswhores @multiversemother 👎 as if someone like @yikesitsY/N could pull the beauty that is Elizabeth Olsen.
  @happywandaplease      @yikesitsY/N @incellonerman WTF are you talkin about?? They're both beautiful af and id pay for them to step on me in their highest of high stilettos!!
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@yikesitsY/N Quote Tweeted @inclelonerman
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"👎 as if someone like @yikesitsY/N could pull the beauty that is Elizabeth Olsen."
@user8      @yeahitsY/N lmaooooo
@OlsenMyOlsen      @yeahitsY/N omg queen!!!
@y/nsgreenreptile      @yeahitsY/N i love you
@yeahitsY/N     @y/nsgreenreptile i love you too
A/N: We're finally well into 2022!! So I can finally start writing about things that happened more recently!!! Did you guys have a fav part? Twitter handle? Anything??? Please let me know!
Also I truly love every single one of you that takes time to read, comment, like and share this. It means the world to me. And thank you for letting me be me and write this story. 💜 See y'all soon!!
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Love In The Air episode 5 live reaction under the cut (long post)
Awwww Payu is checking if Rain got sick OHMYGOD HOW MANY HICKEYS CAN A GUY- awwwwww little forehead kiss <3
And Payu with his hair down AAAAA
At least Rain is finally getting some sleep
"I was gonna flirt then dump him, but willingly became his instead" AYYYYYYYY
MOM ALERT
"I don't get why architecture students study so hard." Rain, under his breath: "Do something else hard, more like" BOYYY HAHAHAHA
And he's borrowing Payu's sweater 😭❤️
RAIN'S ABSOLUTELY DELIGHTED FACE WHEN HE SEES PAYU WORKING OUT TOPLESS AND SWEATY
Ohhh is Payu gonna be mad? Worried? Mad about being worried?
Meeting the mom so soon huh?
Yeah he's mad cause he's worried
And he's getting a little controlling idk what to think of this
"Are you ready to be punished?" You guys just made up so I'm gonna assume you mean in a sexy way
Was not expecting "fever reducer. Rectal suppository." HELP I'M DYING HAHAHA
Oh no Rain don't call for your mom what if she actually comes in huh
Annnnd there she is with snacks. Rain under the covers thinking "don't be suspicious, don't beeeee suspicious" while Payu plays it cool - I bet he already got Rain's pants off and that's why Rain is hiding like that lol
Payu is such a smooth talker
Yup, pants were off. This was not the scene I expected but it was the scene I needed lmao
Prapai!!!! He's sooooooooo
"I was gonna ask about the cutie's friend. But it's okay. I can wait for Payu. Cause if he's a devil, then I'm a beast." TELL ME NOW HAVE THEY BEEN HOOKING UP I REMEMBER PRAPAI BEING IN A GOOD MOOD RANDOMLY AND THEN DISAPPEARING FOR SEVERAL EPISODES AND SKY HAD THAT GIANT HICKEY ON HIS NECK I SAW THE CLUES THEY'VE BEEN HOOKING UP HAVEN'T THEY
PRAPAI I BARELY KNOW YOU BUT I LOVE YOU
Not Sky sneezing because someone is talking about him I KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON
"Should I address myself as 'Wife' instead?" RAIN STOPPP HAHAHA
"We're just junior and senior. Your time to win me over is up." PAYU DON'T MAKE HIM SUFFER LIKE THAT SAY SIKE RIGHT NOW
"From now on... I'll be the one to pursue you." OH the game is ON. THE GAME IS ON I SAY
Yeah hit him with that pillow knock him the fuck out Rain I support you
"You left scratch marks all over my back last night" WELL YOU LEFT HICKEYS ALL OVER HIS CHEST I THINK YOU GUYS ARE EVEN
Rain being a little tsundere but literally only lasting for two seconds is what I live for
"I want you to choose... between becoming my wife or having me as your husband" PAYU THAT'S LITERALLY NOT HOW IT WORKS also why are they getting engaged already is this the gay version of uhaul leabians??
PAYU BUSTING OUT A WHOLE ASS SPEECH WHY RAIN SHOULD AGREE TO BE HIS BOYFRIEND (WIFE?)
WHAT DID HE WHISPER IN RAIN'S EAR I NEED TO KNOW
That's a lot of tongue ayyyyyy
Payu is so happy and in love aaaaaa why is this episode called calm before the storm I'm scared
Rain is so shy and giggly while texting Payu aaaa I love them
OH so that's what Payu whispered awwwww <3
Sky is 100% done again lmao
Oh Ple...
"I would have been happier if I hadn't just gotten a husband" for the 100th time babe you did not get married
SHE REALLY ASKED RAIN FOR PAYU'S NUMBER I AM CACKLING GIRL YOU DO NOT KNOW WHAT YOU JUST STEPPED INTO
Not Rain almost publicly calling Payu his boyfriend aaaa
"I think... my brother likes P'Payu too." IS THIS GONNA BE A RAIN JEALOUSY ARC???
Rain still has tea on his nose lmao
"Damn these fruity siblings" NO YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND I AM WHEEZING
Whoever wrote these subtitles deserves a raise
Good to know everyone looks a little dumb with a helmet like that, even Rain
Motorcycle ride giving me kpts flashbacks
My pet peeve is that we can always hear the fabric of their clothes etc moving/rustling because they were probably wearing mics while filming, it makes me feel like I'm hiding in Payu's shirt lmao
Oh hi Sky! Rain don't be shy he knows anyway - not just because you talked about it but also because I still suspect he's already hooking up with Payu's best friend (who obviously also knows about everything that's going on in Payu's love life)
AWWWW SKYYYYY aaaaa I love himmmmmmm
Lmao Payu asking about Ple
Not Payu calling Rain's mom asking for permission for Rain to stay over 👀👀👀 boy has plans I suppose
Which is exactly why we have a timeskip to the next morning lmao
Payu is humming while making coffee and I am once again reminded of the fact that this episode is called calm before the storm WHAT IS GONNA HAPPEN
PAYU I'M ALL FOR YOU LIFTING RAIN UP ON THE KITCHEN COUNTER BUT COULD YOU PLEASE PUT THE KNIFE DOWN FIRST
Oh my gaaaaahddddd the singing scene
"If anyone asks, just say that you're P'Payu's wife" xD
Bonus scene: wait that was before Rain even started studying there and Payu wrote him a good luck note IT IS FATE AAAA
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The Warrior Husbands of Street Fighter Season 3 Starting Interviews
INTRO
Luke: I take every challenge head on no matter how impossible it seems
Jamie: I’m the king of my castle and I rule with effortless style
Rashid: People call me the Chaos King, but I’m more of an Internet informant
Ken: My fire and passion for life, family, and friends still burns inside, and it will never die out
Cody: You can take a thug out of the streets, but never the streets out of a thug
Bosch: Anyone can become a warrior, but it takes selfless courage to be a protector
The Warrior Husbands of Street Fighter Season 3
*For the first time, the official guest husbands will have interview segments but only when they when they appear with the main cast*
MAIN CAST INTERVIEWS
Luke: What up everybody!? Season 3’s coming back tonight, got some real heat for ya this time, doesn’t matter if you’re white or black, let’s get crunk cause Luke is baaaaaaack! Whoo! Season 2 was hella crazy am I right? Court trials, crazy exes, beating some guy’s ass in a restaurant after closing time…yeah…good times.
It was damn near winter since we shot the last season right, because it’s spring time. It’s now April and Deepa’s wedding is right around the corner. Sarita looks so beautiful pregnant…I’m more in love with her than ever. This season should be relatively drama free, now that the craziest of the crazy are out of our lives. My fitness empire is continuing to grow, and I can’t wait to see if this season, it will advance to the next level.
Cody: I’m still here, motherfuckers. Mayor Cody Travers here serving the metropolitan area of Metro City and you all with my awesomeness. I’ve just been attending to city matters, and no, I haven’t knocked the fuck out of anyone…yet. I’ve kept it pretty low key throughout last season, except for when I got high and fell asleep…a lot of people thought it was funny.
Melanie had the entire house redecorated since last season, and I can’t cope with how cute it looks. I got her to compromise on some things but I’m a simple guy, frills make my ass itch. I actually was contacted by ex again…she says she just wants to talk…I blocked her damn number. I don’t need that shit again.
 I’ve just been workin, spending time with the wife and kids, and hangin with Rashid’s crazy ass. We had two smoke sessions just him and I at my house…without all the damn crazy for right now. I do hope for more adventures with all the guys this season for sure.
Jamie: I can’t believe we’re in season 3 already! It’s been a fucking crazy ass time! Funny since I’ve been on the show, I’ve gotten many more disciples coming to learn from me…and I’m too young to be a whole master to a bunch of different people right now. Anya is still my only disciple, and my breath of fresh pussy…I mean air…
*He looks around as if he didn’t say that shit on purpose*
I’m glad the crazy bitch is behind bars so I can live my life in peace. I really didn’t want her ass stalking me when I was out on the streets, or with my kids around. I couldn’t stand that shit happening, I might have knocked all her shit loose my damn self if she came near my kids.
This season, I am looking forward to my bros visiting again, hanging with the homies, and getting ready for the twins to turn a year old. I do have another job, and of course, my love is doing it with me. A musician has asked me and my wife to appear in a music video for a pretty risqué song. It’s gonna be hot for damn sure.
Bosch: I’m back!! Another season has come and the Nayshalli Prince is about to serve up another slice of sexy!! That sounded way better in my head…I’m cringing at myself right now. Last season, a weird ass woman who smelled like fish and desperation tried to take me away from my wife, my cookbook became the best-selling cookbook in the country, my channel has reached over 20 million subs, and I’m riiiiiich!!
*Laughs at himself*
Ok, being rich wasn’t my motivation for starting this, especially since Nia was the one who even helped me to get it all off the ground. I’d be nothing without that sexy, smart, passionate, and ambitious woman. That, and her artistry has been getting her noticed even more as well which has led to her actually tattooing huge celebrities, I mean serious stars. We built this together. I can’t wait to see what trouble the guys and I can get into.
*Smiles like a devious kid*
As you saw last season, my family here has grown a lot. At first, it was just me, Nia, my kids, and my sister Yua. Now I have my sister in law, Kareena, who is always fucking with me, like how she busted me out at the reunion, but I’ll get her ass back. My mother in law Deepa who was at odds with her daughters for a while until we found out she was also a victim of abuse herself. She’s now here, living her best life, and about to get married. Now I found out I have a brother in law too, Hari who this season, I’m looking forward to bonding with.
Rashid: It’s your favorite Internet sensation back to thrill audiences again! Last season, I began working on my new sexy sex toy line, and testing it on my wife. Hey, it’s free and we both get maximum pleasure from it.
*That dazzling and devilish smile*
I apparently earned the title of Chaos King via my fans because I tend to film things and post them for all to see. If it’s good footage, I’m going to post it. If I see a good fight, I’m recording it, if something crazy goes down while a good time is going on, I’m recording it, if people want to see footage people are hiding, I’ll find a way to get it. If my oldest son stubs his toe like he did the other day…I’m recording it.
*He laughs his ass off*
What? It was funny!?
I kept it pretty low key last season, but I want to assure my fans that some more extra footage off show events will be occurring very soon. My wife Luna’s past came back recently when someone she ran the streets with had tried to take her out. It was the last member of her old gang. Luckily, she was unharmed since I protected her. Cody took care of him though when I told him about it. I have been helping her deal with this incident and I kept it under wraps for a while, but now I can talk about it with her permission.
Another incident happened to us, but it’s a somewhat good incident. There was a girl about six year old who is from Honduras, who had been on the streets for two years before being taken in by an orphanage that she often escaped. Apparently, she came here on her own and the people who found her in Texas and brought her all the way here. I have no idea what happened to her family.
I saw her one day and decided to cheer her up. She got attached to me. Then when Luna came along with me, she was scared, until she gave the girl some food. My sons played with her and she had the look of an innocent child instead of a hardened warrior. Her name is Daniela. We hope to be able to adopt her soon.
This season, I hope we can leave all the bad stuff behind and go back to our normal lives. Having fun with our friends and raising my sons, and hopefully adding to our family.
Ken: Another season has come, and the drama still continues. Julia still has beef with Kryssy and I wish it would end, so she stops getting her ass kicked. Though at this point, I think she’s a masochist because she can’t stop antagonizing her. It’s become much worse for her to do so since my wife reconnected with Stacie, a famous actress who is married to Vega. Yes, that Vega. She’s a good, loyal friend to my wife, but she’s tough…and crazy as hell. She’s good for her, and even Eliza is friends with them both now.
Stacie has a little girl herself, Ximena, who had been having a few playdates with little bird since filming ended. They’re now best friends and it’s quite cute to watch. Another thing…Vega has been coming around a lot more. He’s definitely not used to bonding with people, but we’ll ease him into it, a little at a time. Baby steps, especially since my friend crew would definitely fry his brain. He isn't even ready to be interviewed yet. He's confident in his looks, just not with socializing, even with a camera and a producer.
Season 3, and still keeping everything and everyone together. That’s my life mission.
GUEST HUSBANDS
Ryu: I’ve never done a real tv interview before…I’m actually kind of nervous. I’m used to having a pretty good fight and have been in some pretty dangerous situations, but something about having a camera recording me is kind of unnerving. I’ll try though. I’m Ryu. Most people know me as the wandering martial artist who trained with Ken Masters and destroyed Bison. I wouldn’t have ever accomplished that without help from my dear friends. No matter how great of a warrior others see me as, I still couldn’t accomplish anything completely on my own. My master taught me how to fight, and his teachings allowed me to be able to hone my ability to tap into the power I needed to bury the darkness with in me forever.
Since I’ve gotten older, and all that is behind me, I decided to enjoy life more. I remember when I first met Anya, I agreed to mutually train with her when she was seeking the meaning of strength. She taught me how to use a smartphone, and it’s been helpful to talk to my friends around the world. I also kept at bay a woman I met a long time ago. I decided to give it a shot, this whole dating thing. You never know unless you try. I felt so flattered that she waited for me.
I had to marry her, and then I made the decision that my days as a wanderer were over, and came to the city here to live a new life with her, especially since she was pregnant with our twin girls. I’ve seen some of the shenanigans Ken and his friends get into…and I’m a little bit hesitant to joining them. They are a bit wild. I just hope after everything that hasn’t taken me out, not even Akuma, that they don’t.
Issac: I’m the ex-husband of Genevieve Kassidy and the hopefully soon to be husband of Kareena Singh Patel. Kareena Kassidy has a nice ring to it. I’ll keep it brief. I was married to a psycho bitch who thought she was the prettiest thing walking and abused her status to exploit handsome young men seeking to be models, abused me and took my money, neglected our daughter, tried to steal the seed of another man, got her ass beat, arrested, and thrown in damn prison.
I met Kareena on a chance visit to a kickback at Jamie’s house where he had everyone altogether. I was smitten from the start and how she lives with her two kids, me, and Madi. I’ve gotten to know Bosch and his wife well, and I’ve bonded with his mother in law, and I’m excited to get to know Hari as well. I’m looking forward to another season of craziness. I’ve been taken into the flock, y’all!
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Magnum PI - 4.17 - ‘Remember Me Tomorrow’ review
This ep. was sure hard to find! So glad we got such a great community helping each other out with getting access (@vix-has-arrived sure saved the day today!). But that’s why the review is a bit late!
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What I loved most about this episode:
Higgins & Ella being adorable.
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Drunk-ish Magnum teasing Higgy on the phone.
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Rick & Suzie and Rick being all “I’ll just be there for her on her terms” which really is the sweetest thing.
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Magnum helping the old guy set up a video call and reassuring him! The rest of their interactions were nice too, but this last one was my fave! 
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But I loved all of it, really such a feel good episode and I’m not even mad we only had like two tiny Magnum/Higgins interactions because the rest was so good and their moments, short as they were, were super them. 
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Nor did I miss the Ferrari or not getting too many outdoors scenes (well, I’d have loved some beach vibes as it snow here yesterday and spring is def. not in the air here in Sweden!) It was a bit of a different episode, and while different sometimes is just don’t do it for me, this worked really well (for me at least).
(I wonder if this was supposed to be Jay’s episode to direct though, because he’s got separate scenes from everyone? but then something changed with the other director and they had to switch? Because he directed next week’s right?)
Anyways, the episode really tugged on my heartstrings. I’m a sucker for throwing a kid in the mix and Ella was just such a a sweetheart (and might be wearing my Miggy-colored glasses but couldn’t she totally low-key be mistaken for Juliet and Magnum’s daughter?)
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So, yeah, they had me just by adding the cute kid with a sad story. Also her dad... 
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 I was worried he’d ask for Juliet’s phone number there at the end (and I’d want him to have it and take her out even though we’ve been there and done with Ethan but I liked him and I liked that Dad felt like more of a real person in one episode than E did for most of his time on the show.)
Also, here I think they were really clever in how they had Higgins be all “I’d have thrown myself into a case to not have to deal with the fact that I was dying and leaving my loved ones behind” during this end bit. It was true, sweet and I think really helpful for the dad to hear. Also a reminder on how she deals with emotions...
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Backing up a little, the case was kind of interesting even if it was more about the interactions between Higgy and Ella and the motive and ending was a bit... odd and sudden. 
Like lady has affair with guy, decides to be with him she’s going to kill his whole family because he won’t leave his wife, does the deed with a totally traceable gun, then he comes home and is horrified and thus she kills him too. Then she has enough presence of mind to grab stuff to make it look like a robbery but is dumb enough to dump stolen stuff + the gun like close enough another neighbor, who sees and takes it? Her husband, whose gun it was, is not suspicious at all of his gun being missing and also dose not realize she’s gone totally cray-cray and killed 3 people? Or he did notice and that’s why they’re divorced? 
Then, after having kept this all secret for five years and not gotten caught, Higgy coming to ask about the affair, rather than lie some more, she knocks Juliet out and then decides to end her own life as well as Higgy’s by turning the stove on and just letting the gas poison them? Like IDK, this lady is not very consistent in how she kills folks. Also, why not lie and send Juliet on her merry way and then run? Or kill herself in a smarter way? Or kill Higgy for reals? Or leave her to be poisoned while she runs off to escape the police? It just felt a tad bit like weird and inconsistent. 
Also poor Higgy’s head!
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(frying pan - and that sound effect of pan vs. head... like brain surgery next if that was real life. And then carbon monoxide poisoning? Higgy had a rough day.) 
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I might have preferred some more clues. Or like maybe Ella having some sort of revelation instead of it just being who the gun belonged to. It was very...we have 4 minutes left, let’s wrap this up of them.
(Also, I’m assuming no one called Magnum about the whole Higgy not picking up while with the killer because I feel like he’d have had feels if that had happened. I would have loved to have seen his reaction to it though...)
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Loved him being all  Fun Higgins and Sweet Higgins (also we got Fun Magnum and Sweet/Sharing Magnum). Side note: Sometimes I remember to be impressed by actors, like we see acting so much on TV and stuff it feels like a ‘normal’ thing, but Jay being low-key drunk-happy-teasing and that actually translating - I’m impressed. Because playing drunk-ish but not plastered is hard (I’ve attempted it with mediocre success.)
I do have one question - Ella’s mom died two years ago - how did the neighbor have pen smudges on his hand still? Or was it just Juliet seeing he was left handed and he just always have pen smudges? Who writes by hand anymore enough to have pen smudges? IDK, I was just a little like ‘wait what?’ at this point.
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(That is a pen smudge on his hand right?? I guess maybe they changed the timeline or something? Perhaps the arrival of the letter originally was meant to be what made Ella investigate again?)
Magnum bringing the old guy a steak - that’s my boy! Old people get terrible food at most places so that really would be a kind and appreciated thing to do.
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I wonder if the old guy is the funeral we’re getting next week? Or someone else is kicking the bucket?
(They’re very...diplomatic about the Vietnam war aren’t they.)
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As previously mentioned, I did like Suzie not being all “let’s play happy family” as soon a she got back. I mean she’s not wrong, their kid should come first, even if you know, maybe she should have gone with like a ‘we need to focus on figuring out how to be parents before we figure our feelings out’ because like the logic of if we never start we can never end/break up...yeah, I guess, sure, but also not? 
We shall see where it goes, but I do feel quite sure about my prediction of a dramatic finale baby birth. I would love like a kidnapped/in trouble Magnum and Suzie and the rest of the gang teaming up to get them back and we get another Rick/Juliet moment (or possibly one where they both kind of go off the deep end thinking their person is dead. We know they both have those tendencies.)
Last thing. Anyone know what happened to Jay’s arm?
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He’s got a pretty serious “band-aid” and no one mentions it in-show but I noticed so, just thought I’d ask since I know some of you keep more track of the actors than I do!
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Panicky rant because good things are happening?
Yes, I am one of those persons who start fucking panicking when something good happens. So. I need to get this out. Maybe you guys can help me not declining the good thing coming my way?
I live in a cozy perfect appartment - under the roof. Temperatures get unbearably hot in the summer, especially lately. Add to that I've started taking Elontril and Ritalin which both have the side effect that your body can't deal with heat as well as usually. Add to that that since I've started taking those meds (last 3 summers) I get funcking panik attacks when it's too hot. I'm just typing this out to convince myself that yes, I need a fancy little airconditioner. You know, one of the tiny moble ones, just for the room I'm currently in. But I'm poor. Like, really poor. I cannot, for the life of me, afford anything like that.
My neighbours who live in the appartment below - a real sweet elderly couple, she's 71, he's 88 - we have a real good relationship, almost friends. Well :D we're German, so we're still Siezing :D
That said, uff, here comes an even longer part, thank you for sticking with me so far! My neighbours have lived for about 30 years in Paraguay and came back to Germany because of age and health issues. 4 years ago, she went back there for 2 weeks because they still have business going on (I didn't ask. We're still Siezing.) and she asked me to walk their dog during those two weeks and maybe look after her husband now and then so he won't be lonely. No problem at all! I love the dog and her husband is supersweet, we get along wonderful! But then...it was a hot summer 4 years ago and he's old and he didn't drink enough water and he fainted and fell and it was real bad and he had to spend the rest of the week in hospital until she came back home and since then we've grown even closer. Her and I go grocery shopping together once a week and sometimes I accompany her when she's walking the dog because her husband won't walk anymore. During the last walkies we were chatting about how it's going to be summer soon and how they battled the heat in Paraguay and I told her I'm fucking terrified of the next heatwave because I can't handle the heat like I once could and...today she knocked on my door and asked if I wanted to come downstairs for afternoon coffee and their son was there who -oh, coincidence! just last year bought a portable little airconditioning unit! my, my! isn't that a coincidence! and how well it works, I'm being told. And - oh, did we tell you? We need to go back to Paraguay this summer I surely wouldn't mind watching the dog (and the husband. I'm so worried about the husband. and I know that's her main concern too, she's just putting the dog in front as an excuse, you know?) and OF FUCKING COURSE I will that's not the question, I love the dog, I love the husband, I will make sure he drinks all the water and eats regularly, I'm kinda feeling nice because they trust me with all this. AND THEN SHE OFFERS ME TO BUY ME MY OWN AIRCONDITIONER and I keep declining because I can't?? Like??? I CANNOT??? ACCEPT???? Because I really really like them both and am not doing it for a very expensive - well, for the money, so to speak? but the aircon would literally save my life next summer AAAAAAHHHHHHH
(and I just remembered idk why I need to add this but she's always doing stuff for me too. Each time I go to the hospital (which is often) she watches my two kitties and waters my plants so it's like, balanced when I watch the dog, you know? it feels like too much what she wants to give me. I know, yes I know, it's mainly about the husband. He can't stay alone for two weeks. But I really really like him and am looking forward to spend time with him, so...it's not a hardship or anything? He's such a joy to be around)
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(K)night in Black Armor (Part 24) – Spock (Mobster!AU)
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Pairing: Spock x reader
Warnings: implied smut, unwanted advances
Words: 3595
All parts: Series Masterlist
A/N: I’m sorry for the long wait but I’m just currently working on a lot other stuff/crushes than Spock. If I’m writing at all that is.
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 When you woke up the next morning, you noticed that a sticky note was attached to your forehead. As it seemed, Aliza had written you a message that the other girls had wanted to wake you up but she stopped them. She also mentioned that you had a lot to tell them once they were awake. As quietly as you could you left the room to get breakfast in your dining room. Theresa, who hadn’t known you were here of course wanted to know what was going on as well. So you summed it up to her and she looked like she’d never let you leave the Stella again. Just as you gave some details about what had happened and what you were gonna do, two of the little ones entered the room and squealed when they saw you. Zora hugged your leg while Chloë ran away and returned shortly after with the other girls. It made you chuckle but then Theresa insisted they left you alone and let you eat breakfast first.
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Throughout the day the little ones kept asking you if Spock would come and play with you too and when you answered in the negative they seemed disappointed, as were you. But as promised you called him in the afternoon and once again he wanted to know if you were alright. After the call you felt a bit sad that you wouldn’t see him but shortly after, your roommates woke up and you could spend time with them. Then the club opened and someone brought you back your belongings that you had left at the Rose the last day. Of course you spent the time until you went to bed with your friends who had off tonight. But suddenly, Regina shushed you and when it was quiet, you could hear how someone came up the stairs.
“Oh dear, please not another customer” Sally moaned and Jessy opened the door looking into the corridor.
“Hey that area’s closed for men! Get the fuck out of here. Your place is downstairs or if you go up the stairs on the other site” she slammed the door and shook her head
“Men. I’m gonna report this to Garret tomorrow. I can’t believe they’re not able to see the sign that literally says…” Regina stopped when there was a knock at the door
“He’s not serious, is he?” Sally muttered, throwing a glance at you. In the meantime, Lexie got the thermos bottle from her nightstand and held it like a bat. Sally on the other hand rushed to the door and was pressing up the door handle so that the guy could not enter. You felt your heart beating and Regina shouted at you to call Garret on your phone or just someone that they could come and help. Lexie also threatened your ‘visitor’ but as it seemed, he now finally spoke. You almost burst out laughing but then your joy overtook as you rushed to the door, almost pushing Sally away to open it. At first you weren’t totally sure if it was your husband because he had once again put on a disguise (this time a better one than just the hoodie but nowhere near as hot). With a shriek you fell round his neck and he too pressed you close
“What are you doing here?” you asked cupping his face to smash your lips onto his.
“I hand to ensure you are well myself”
“And you just come to the Stella although everyone told you not to”
“Technically, only Jim and Bones advised against it. Besides, the club is open and they cannot control each customer”
“Well at least you’re disguised. You just need to be gone before we close so it won’t be suspicious”
“Or I can stay until the club reopens next evening and leave then” you smiled
“Or that”
“Hi Spock” the other girls said and you almost rolled your eyes when you saw their suggestive faces.
“I apologize for scaring you. I have been sent here by Gaila”
“No it’s okay. You’re different. I mean… sometimes also Will or one of the other males working here come up. Just customers are not allowed. You’re not a customer”
“Oh but he’ll get customer service anyways” Sally muttered, making the others squeal.
“You guys are impossible” you shook your head then turned to Spock “Well the thing is, we have to stay here. The only other place we could go for some privacy is one of the customer rooms. But I don’t think you’d want to be there… not even I want to be there and get memories. So maybe my old room is the best option”
“It’s gonna be a premiere… no wait, I guess Mary and Will already had sex in their room before”
“Just try to be quiet. I want my silence here in this place” you rolled your eyes and grabbed Spock’s hand
“Come, let’s go to my room. See you later or next evening in case I’m still asleep when you go to bed”
“Man I wanna be around when the others return to your room and will find Spock there” Regina pouted making you shake your head and just pull your husband away.
“Don’t mind them” you said.
“I do not”
“Good” you chuckled and opened your room, leading Spock to your bed and after he sat down, you settled down in his lap, snuggling against him “I can’t even say how glad I am that you’re here”
“I am happy to see you too”
“Did you come with the car?”
“No, I thought it was better to use public transport. Perhaps we can find a way that you can come with me tomorrow evening”
“If not that’s okay. I mean, then I can just stay here. Sure I’ll miss you but then I can spend more time with my friends, which is cool too. And in case Medusa returns, I’ll already be here and he won’t get suspicious”
“I know this”
“And I know you’d prefer to have me around to be sure that I am safe and well. But right now, we need to pull this through so that we all will be safe” you kissed him passionately and he kissed back “Mh, you know, when I was at Medusa’s place he showed me a picture of you in a coat and sunglasses. And damn, you looked hot” he raised an eyebrow and kissed you again.
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You woke up to a scream, realizing you were lying halfway on your husband.
“Oh shit I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you” Aliza said, quickly moving away from your bed “but you two were just looking so cute all snuggled up together. But then he suddenly opened his eyes and I got scared”
“So that’s the reason for the cry” you muttered, fully knowing that sooner or later some of the other girls would come in to see if you were okay. Now you were even gladder that you hadn’t really removed your clothes for sex last night and just pushed them out of the way a bit. Not that you felt embarrassed that your friend would see you like this, after all you had seen each other naked very often. But you didn’t want them to see Spock like this. He was your husband after all. And of course only seconds later at least ten of the other girls were trying to get inside the room and of course the ones that didn’t know that Spock was here yet got a shock or were at least surprised to see him. After all it was rare that men were in this section of the place, let alone in a bed with one of you. But most of them just left again after they seemed to have noticed what was going on that it was not a reason for concern. Then some of the little girls came running into the room and almost jumped onto your bed, all trying to tell you what you could play with them today. Finally, also Theresa came into the room and shooed everyone away, even the little ones that were very disappointed. To your surprise, Spock left the bed “What are you doing?”
“I do not think that it makes sense to stay in bed for longer” you pouted and stretched yourself, trying to get out of bed too “If you want to do so, however, please feel free to. I can imagine that maybe you want to talk to your friends”
“Yes” Eileen answered for you “Tell us a goodnight story” she giggled, and you did as well.
“Okay” you said and after everyone had left the room, Spock closed the door and left too.
“So did you have sex with your clothes on or not?” Aliza wanted to know
“Shh” you said, almost certain that Spock could still hear you. You waited for some seconds before you admitted to having had sex.
“Is he still all dominating?”
“Usually, yes. But last night he was just gentle and loving”
“Man, sometimes I want someone like him too”
“I’m sure that you’ll find someone one day”
“Couldn’t you introduce us to someone of the Azienda?”
“Maybe” you said, letting out a yawn.
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Somehow you had fallen asleep again and woke up when you needed to use the toilet. Once you had done that, you got something to eat and went looking for your husband. To your surprise you found him in the room of the little girls. But that wasn’t even everything, he was sitting at their little table, on a tiny plastic chair, surrounded by a few of their big plushies.  And they had given him a tiara and he was wearing a turquoise feather boa, which you hoped the girls hadn’t gotten from downstairs, your preparation room. You burst out laughing and only now the girls seemed to notice you. Zora squealed and Luna and Eve came toward you, trying to pull you closer to Spock
“(Y/N), we play”
“Yes I can see that. What are you playing?”
“He’s our king” Luna said, pointing at Spock “And you are the queen” Delphi pressed a second tiara in your hand
“Sit” she then demanded, pointing at the empty chair besides Spock and Chloë arrived with a pink feather boa as well as a bracelet.
“Put it on. You are a beautiful queen” you put the things on and then took a seat next to your husband
“My king” you said, trying to suppress a giggle
“My queen” he replied, pressing a kiss to your knuckles, making the girls squeal.
“And what exactly are you playing right now?”
“Big dinner” Zora explained
“So these are the guests?” you pointed at the big white teddy next to Spock, making Luna nod.
“Yes”
“And what are you? The princesses?”
“No” Delphi, Eve, Zora and Macy said while Luna, Lailah and Chloë agreed.
“So some of you are and the others not?” now all of them agreed “Oh alright” Luna climbed into your lap while Chloë tried to get to Spock, who only reluctantly allowed it. Lailah took a seat in between you and slammed her tiny hand onto the table
“I want food” quickly, Delphi and Macy rushed away and you could only guess they played servants
“Now, you could have said that a bit nicer. You are a princess” she glanced up at you
“I want food please” she said, a bit calmer than before. Then the two other girls came back with the food, something from their toy kitchen.
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You played with the girls until it was time for lunch. After that, Spock said you probably had to discuss what you were supposed to do about Medusa and mentioned that he wanted to be there when you called him. So the call was something else you did this afternoon. A part of you was glad that Spock was here with you because he too was listening to the call and kept making notes as to what you were supposed to say or shook his head at times. For example he signaled you to make sure that you met Camillo at a public place again so that he could do nothing, so you agreed to meet him in a café. Spock also promised he’d send at least two people from the Azienda that would be there too and could keep an eye on you. Of course you also had the impression that he would have preferred to come himself (after all you couldn’t put on a listening device this time in case he searched you) but it was too dangerous.  However, he insisted that you took one of the weapons from the Stella so that you could defend yourself if necessary. Although you doubted he’d try anything in a café.
Somehow you couldn’t really stop thinking about the meeting with Medusa that you had planned in three days and you couldn’t really enjoy your time with Spock anymore. Yet you were glad that he was here and when it was time for him to go, when the club had been open for some hours (so that he could leave and pretend he was a customer), you didn’t want him to leave. He too had considered staying but the chance that he was needed for the Azienda was too high and he had to be available, which he wasn’t if he stayed at the Stella. The girls who had watched you saying goodbye to him had told you how pitiful it looked. Somehow this made you mad and you just left and hid yourself in your room, trying to get some sleep.
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All too soon the day of the next meeting with the Romulano was there. Of course you had gotten into contact with Spock each day and he tried to give you tips on what to do but you still hated that he wouldn’t be there. But you were certain he didn’t like it either. When it was time to go, Theresa made sure you were okay and even offered to come with you but you refused, knowing she needed to take care of the little ones. On your way to the café you started wondering what would happen if you just didn’t show up but remembering the bomb he had put in the side of your neck you kinda knew what would happen. Of course Spock had tried to find a way to remove it or at least render it harmless and you had heard him say a few curses you didn’t know existed when he noticed it didn’t work. A part of you wanted to know what he was doing right now, if he was just waiting and listening to what the undercover agents (as you called them) reported or was he actually working to distract himself? Once you arrived at the café, you started to look out for the Romulano and to your surprise you found him sitting at a table for two. His three bodyguards were nowhere to be seen. With a nod in his direction, you took a seat.
“Do you want to drink something?”
“No” you said. All you wanted was that this was over as quickly as possible. After all, the only thing you had to do was to give more details about what Simon Carter had said and to discuss how exactly you could ‘lure’ Bettsy to him. To be honest this was what freaked you out most, because on that third meeting he probably would find out who you really were. But you had been assured that it wouldn’t even come that far and once it was time for that meeting, the Azienda would strike instead.
“Good” he said and he took another sip from his cup. “Why don’t you take off your jacket?” you gave a shrug and did as he wanted, letting out a small sigh. “I hope you’ve been good”
“More or less” you said “Just the usual. And you?”
“Oh how do you say? Anticipation is half the pleasure” you gave a nod.
“I can understand that. I’m kinda excited too. I just hope no one will get hurt” he chuckled “So, I suppose you have questions?” he gave a nod and put his cup down on the small plate and leant a bit closer
“Look, I think we shouldn’t talk here” he said, making your heart beat faster “Too many people”
“Oh” you said not sure what else to say. This was the reason you wanted to meet him here. But you also didn’t want to anger him. Maybe Spock’s colleagues could do something?
“What do we do?”
“Go to the toilet. Then climb out of the window. One of my men will be waiting for you and bring you to the car. He’ll drive you away and in a couple of minutes you’ll rejoin me and the others” at least that explained why his bodyguards weren’t here.
“But why did you agree to meet me here then?” he gave a shrug.
“It’s a place we can disappear from. And I’m almost certain that Carter is somewhere around here” you gave a shrug
“Actually, I didn’t tell him where we meet. He just knows it’s today” it wasn’t a lie, you had told no one about it, Spock had just listened to the conversation himself.
“He could still find out. But I can understand if you’re reluctant to go…” you felt something cold against your thigh, even through the pantyhose. “I don’t think a bullet here would kill you but it will hurt a lot” you stared at him, knowing you had no choice. You got up but before you could leave in the direction of the toilet he stopped you. “Oh please, you won’t need your bag on the toilet” he pointed at the small handbag which contained, among other, your weapon. With a gulp, you put it down on the chair and slowly walked in the direction of the restroom. The window was rather high up and you had to step onto the toilet bowl to reach it. Although the window was not that big, you fit through it but unfortunately, you lost a shoe in the process of climbing through it. Almost as soon as you were back on the ground and wanted to take off your other shoe that you could at least walk normally, someone grabbed your arm.
“Oi” you complained as the man, surely the bodyguard Medusa had mentioned pulled you away from the window, making you lose the other shoe as well. “Don’t be so harsh” he didn’t reply “Do you even understand English? Tu speako englo?” instead of an answer he glared at you and squeezed your arm harder. “Ouch come on. No reason to be that rough” you muttered, struggling to keep up because walking without shoes wasn’t the most comfortable thing. You arrived at a car and he opened the door for you before getting behind the steering wheel and starting the engine. “How long until we meet the others?” still no reply “You’re not really the most talkative guy, are you?” again he was silent “Well, I could have imagined that I wouldn’t get an answer now” luckily, the drive wasn’t that long and only about five minutes later, he stopped the car, telling you to get out with a head movement. At least he didn’t grab your arm anymore but walked in front of you until you reached another car. There was one guy standing outside the backseat door, which he opened for you. To your dismay, it seemed like you had to sit between the guy that was already sitting inside and the one that opened the door. The one that had brought you here sat down on the driver’s seat and Camillo was in the passenger’s seat.
“Here we go again” he said
“Where are my things?”
“At the café still” he answered “We will pick them up when we get back” you gave a nod because there wasn’t much you could do. Part of you had the impression he wanted you to be without your bag. The engine was started and also the last man took a seat after closing the door and the car started moving. You really didn’t feel well at all and you hoped this would be over soon. In the rear view mirror you saw that the driver was eyeing you critically.
“Is something wrong with him? Is he mute or so?” you asked
“Seth? Nah. Just got other talents than words” the mobster on your right said. Medusa slightly turned around and gave a nod at them whereupon you felt a hand on your shoulder.
“Sorry but we’ve got to make sure you don’t have a listening device on you this time”
“I don’t have one”
“Then you won’t mind we search you, huh?” he let his hand slide to your collar and he was undoing the laces at the front of your dress. You started to hate the fact that you couldn’t have put on normal clothes and had to wear on of the sexy dresses of the Stella to not arouse suspicion.
“Get your paws off me” you spat, trying to kick him
“Now, what a livid little vixen”
“Don’t call me that you perverted asshole you…” he grabbed your chin and turned your head in his direction
“If I were you I’d chose my words more carefully”
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April 19, 2023 at 3:10pm PHT: The first time my Bible fell, I didn't knock it over. It slid from my swivel chair to the floor.
April 19, 2023 at 1:46pm PHT: But I believe God works in mysterious ways. I think He's giving us some hints through movies and other things! Thank You, Holy Spirit!
April 19, 2023 at 1:44pm PHT: Speaking of the "one-knock noise", I can't blame my mom if she became worried after reading that because she hasn't seen these movies. It sounds strange, I know!
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April 19, 2023 at 1:12pm PHT: I've been waiting for 16 days!
April 19, 2023 at 1:03pm PHT: So you're my second imaginary ex-husband now. 😊
April 19, 2023 at 1:01pm PHT: Sorry, I didn't want for us to end this way. I was just waiting on your side, for your confirmation. 😔
April 19, 2023 at 1:00pm PHT: You're like the shortest imaginary relationship I've ever had, and I was hoping for it to last forever. 💔
April 19, 2023 at 12:56pm PHT: I'm disappointed it only took us over two months. 😢
April 19, 2023 at 12:55pm PHT: By the way, I already divorced you from our imaginary marriage...
April 19, 2023 at 12:50pm PHT: Witchcraft is real! (Ephesians 6:11-12 🗡🛡)
April 19, 2023 at 12:49pm PHT: These spiritual attacks are no joke. 👹
April 19, 2023 at 12:48pm PHT: By God's grace, I'll become a certified "demon slayer" and protect others. ❤
April 19, 2023 at 12:44pm PHT: Also, I'm planning to deep dive into my Bible and learn how to cast out demons.
April 19, 2023 at 12:41pm PHT: God help me because I don't want to be a nuisance anymore.
April 19, 2023 at 12:40pm PHT: So if you want to get rid of me, do it right now.
April 19, 2023 at 12:36pm PHT: And to lie low for a bit.
April 19, 2023 at 12:34pm PHT: "Silent treatment" is cruel, I know. But my silence isn't what I would really like to consider as a punishment but rather to set boundaries and clear my head out.
April 19, 2023 at 12:29pm PHT: So when I'm quiet, that means I'm annoyed at whomever in the house. 🤣
April 19, 2023 at 12:23pm PHT: And my dad when he's on the phone with someone. He has such a loud voice unlike my mom. I wouldn't ever know she's talking to my aunt (or her friends) unless I open their bedroom door which always catches me off-guard. 🤷🏻‍♀️
April 19, 2023 at 12:19pm PHT: It really isn't. Why? Because I heard my brother laughing and yelling at his co-gamers many times. Also, I heard my sister, my brother-in-law, and my niece laughing loudly one time. It was audible. Their noises were loud and clear. 🤭
April 19, 2023 at 12:17pm PHT: In other words, our bedrooms aren't soundproof. 😅
April 19, 2023 at 12:16pm PHT: There were instances in my life wherein I woke up several times after hearing myself yelling certain words from my sleep. 😴
April 19, 2023 at 12:09pm PHT: There must be a lot of things on his mind.
April 19, 2023 at 12:06pm PHT: Unless necessary, my dad never stays up late nor does he wake up this early that's why I got worried. I know something was wrong that made him a light sleeper or be awake at four in the morning.
April 19, 2023 at 12:04pm PHT: I was expecting to get a message from my mom at around 1:00am or 2:00am.
April 19, 2023 at 11:59am PHT: And because my dad sent me a message at 4:22am. He told me I can finally use the kitchen because my mom is already inside the bedroom. Beforehand, I told them to message me so I can make polvoron.
April 19, 2023 at 11:59am PHT: I just asked my mom right now to confirm things. She did make snacks a few hours ago. 😂
April 19, 2023 at 11:56am PHT: And a few moments later, I heard the toaster ding.
April 19, 2023 at 11:53am PHT: I was laughing and gushing over this Instagram reel of yours.
April 19, 2023 at 11:49am PHT: I just woke up at 3:08:30am.
April 19, 2023 at 11:46am PHT: And this early morning! This early morning. Oh, my goodness.
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April 19, 2023 at 11:42am PHT: My parents have different ways of closing their bedroom door. So, yes, I know who went inside or outside. 😅
April 19, 2023 at 11:41am PHT: As if to say, "I know you're still awake!"
April 19, 2023 at 11:40am PHT: I think I heard my dad deliberately closed their bedroom door to make me hear or what. 😆
April 19, 2023 at 11:39am PHT: The second one was one or two days ago at around four or five in the morning after I got out of the bathroom.
April 19, 2023 at 11:37am PHT: The first one was two or three days ago at past midnight. It turns out, my mom was still awake.
April 19, 2023 at 11:35am PHT: People at home have reacted several times I made noises. 🙉
April 19, 2023 at 11:34am PHT: Do you wanna know what's even weirder?
April 19, 2023 at 11:33am PHT: In the picture, you can see the sign which says "Please Do Not Disturb," and my mom somehow did the opposite...
April 19, 2023 at 11:32am PHT: Maybe this is the reason why I accidentally knocked off my doorknob sign? 🤣
April 19, 2023 at 11:22am PHT: What are the signs of demonic possession?
April 19, 2023 at 11:21am PHT: Like some sort of distraction?
April 19, 2023 at 11:20am PHT: And let you lose your sense of direction and keep you away from God?
April 19, 2023 at 11:19am PHT: Or just to stall your progress?
April 19, 2023 at 11:17am PHT: Do you think the enemy can use your loved ones to hurt you or test you?
April 19, 2023 at 11:16am PHT: Do you think demonic possession is real?
April 19, 2023 at 11:14am PHT: I have violated the fifth commandment for God knows how many times.
April 19, 2023 at 11:13am PHT: "Parents are always right." Do you get what I'm saying? 🙃
April 19, 2023 at 11:11am PHT: But what can I do? I'm just her daughter and she's my mom.
April 19, 2023 at 11:10am PHT: And making simple things a lot more complicated.
April 19, 2023 at 11:09am PHT: Believe me, it wasn't important. That's why I was rubbed the wrong way. I was trying to do her a huge favor. She's just making a big deal out of things.
April 19, 2023 at 11:07am PHT: She was trying to get me outside of my bedroom at past midnight and even called me. I honestly was irritated because I got distracted from the "climactic momentum" I was having at the moment while finishing the first episode of you-know-what.
April 19, 2023 at 11:04am PHT: I think she got worried when I wrote that I heard a "one-knock noise" from the bed. Either that or she's trying to wake me up because of what I said about lying on the bed and falling asleep vs. sitting upright and staying awake. 🤷🏻‍♀️
April 19, 2023 at 11:03am PHT: I think she (and everybody else! 🤦🏻‍♀️) really is reading my Tumblr.
April 19, 2023 at 11:02am PHT: We're okay now. We made up. 😅
April 19, 2023 at 11:01am PHT: My mom and I had an argument. 🤣 But I still love her. 🙇🏻‍♀️❤
April 19, 2023 at 11:01am PHT: Do you wanna know why I've been quiet?
April 19, 2023 at 10:56am PHT: Nothing will happen to me. There's absolutely no reason to be afraid. Don't you have faith in Jesus?
April 19, 2023 at 10:54am PHT: I didn't like you for your fame or money.
April 19, 2023 at 10:52am PHT: As Maya Angelou said, "When people show you who they are, believe them the first time."
April 19, 2023 at 10:49am PHT: Just be honest with me. Tell me the truth. Don't lie just to "keep me around". Believe me, I'm not worth keeping around. I don't want you to regret inviting a monster in your life. 😂
April 19, 2023 at 10:47am PHT: Trust in a relationship is very important to me, and I trust you. Please don't ruin it.
April 19, 2023 at 10:44am PHT: With or without answer, I'm moving.
April 19, 2023 at 10:43am PHT: Make up your mind. 💛💙
April 19, 2023 at 10:42am PHT: I'm giving you until April 23. After that, let's just forget everything that happened. I'll move on and you go about your life.
April 15, 2023 at 6:14pm PHT: Stop ignoring me!
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Ruthless
Chapter 7
I was in the bathroom putting my hair up in a bun.
"Hey, I'm Gabriella Naveen, but you probably already know that since you read the beginning hopefully you did," I said, finally getting my hair how I wanted.
"Just in case you didn't, let me summarize for you. See, I used to be a pro talent boxer but decided to retire because my husband is tired of seeing me risk my life, so he encouraged me to get a new job where I became a teacher. Little did he know I'm also living a double life as an assassin who's teaching high schoolers how to become assassins. "That's about it," I explain, and then go downstairs.
"Hey, Gabby, where are you? Oh, okay, good, I made breakfast if you want," Nathan says, and I sit on the chair with hearts in my eyes.
"Living with the perfect husband is awesome, especially since perfect in my book is a guy who can cook," I said, starting to eat the french toast he made for me.
"You won't be getting much of that from me, because you're probably not going to see me when you wake up," Nathan says, checking the time.
"Bye, love you," Nathan says, leaving immediately.
I look at the missing figure in fear of hearing those words.
"No more good food?" "Only my cooking... NOOOO!" I said and finished the last of the french toast, savoring its flavor before leaving.
"Having to take buses is tiring. I just want to go back to sleep. I can't wait for Saturday and Sunday," I said to myself, but 
Once I arrived to school, I never realized how early it was.
"Why did I leave in such a hurry, it's 7:40, and I have literally 20 minutes?" I asked myself and became even more tired.
As I put my head down because I'm about to fall asleep, someone knocks on my door.
"Hey, Mrs. Naveen, here is the attendance folder." Someone says, and he looks to be Asian.
"Oh, Mr. Parks, long time no see," I said, waking up but not fully.
"Mrs. Naveen Yes, it has been a long time. "Nice to see one of Danville's high school sweethearts are still together," Mr. Park says.
"So Sam, you're a nurse at this school?" I was intrigued by him.
"Yes, indeed, I also do some after-school medical lessons just like you," Mr. Park says, and some kid enters.
"Wow, Mrs. Naveen, you do tutoring after school. I could use some." The boy says, and Olivia slaps the back of her head.
"Good save," I mouthed towards him, and she accepted the compliment.
"Shut up, you only want her to tutor you so you can be your usual perverted self around her. Your lucky she hasn't seen the pictures," Olivia says, and I fully wake up.
"Pictures?" I said I was surprised and almost lost my high-pitched voice.
"Aye, Ollie, you know you shouldn't hurt boys, especially ones who are learning," Mr. Parks says.
"You see, this is why Mr. Parks is so cool," the boy says.
"I mean, the boy is probably still learning how to grow chest hair and upper lip hair, so let the boy learn," Mr. Parks says, then me. Olivia and most of the class laugh at him.
"For all you know, I could have alopecia, and you could've just done Chris Rock," the boy says.
"Well, guess what, G. "I Joe should have been going out there and helping out Jane," Mr. Parks says, and I chuckled.
The two took their seats while I was hooting with laughter.
"Gotta go," Mr. Parks says.
The rest of the school day was boring until we began assassination classes.
"Okay people, when using a gun, specifically a pistol, I want you all to learn that--" I was interrupted when I saw Sam enter the room in very mature clothes.
"Hey, um, sorry to inform you so late, but there are some people who are not aware of our work coming in, and one of them is your husband," Sam explains, and I was shocked.
"Okay, Gen Z's I need you all to act like this is a small class and put the tables back. "Courtney, you won't mind?" I asked, and she rolled her eyes.
There were a bunch of tables behind them that I moved because we needed that room for training and couldn't find any other free room.
Once Courtney was done placing the tables and chairs, they sat down.
"Hey Sam, can you somewhat stall him if he comes?" I asked him as if I had asked; I was practically begging him.
He nods and stands outside, closing the door behind him.
"Wait a minute, where's Charlie?" Courtney asks 
"Wherever Austin and Dallas are," Daniella says.
"Austin and Dallas haven't arrived at the training sessions, and it's been almost two weeks since we started," I said and sat in a chair.
"Well, they have rich families, so they can do whatever they want." "You know I should really date one of them, or both, because they could boost my YouTube channel," Penelope says, checking her nail and looking at them with a satisfied face.
I started biting my nails waiting for him and hoping they don't meet up.
As I see Charlie walk in his joyful mood like always, I met eyes with my husband right before Charlie closed the door.
"SON OF A BITCH!" Someone tells outside of the door 
I noticed that Charlie closed the door on his tail.
I run to the door and open it.
"Is your tail okay?" I'm so sorry for what my student did. "Are you okay?" I asked, worried about him, and started rubbing his tail.
Nathan takes his tail back.
"You know you're not supposed to rub my tail; it makes me feel weird," Nathan says, and I just hug him.
"Hey, Nate, why aren't you wearing a shirt?" Sam asked, is she still there?
I looked at him and noticed that he only had a lab coat on.
I blushed profusely at the fact that I was leaning against his chest.
"Hey Gabbie, what's the wifi password?" Penelope asked and then looked up.
Penelope pretty much falls in love with Nathan and starts sending out poisonous gas immediately.
"Penelope, stop," I said and started coughing.
"Can you please stop whatever you're doing and stop hurting my wife?" Nathan asked politely.
"Wife? With this thing? Men need to get better taste," Penelope says and walks away, sucking up the poison again.
"Oh god," Sam says, and starts covering up his face with a mask.
"Hey watch it, my wife is the most amazing person in the world. I'm glad to be blessed by God with someone like her," Nathan says, and I get back up due to how cute he is.
"Wow, he really is handsome," Olivia says, and she blushes a bit.
"Yeah, and so what? I don't need my girl gushing over some guy," Daniella says, and Olivia chuckles.
"There's no need to be jealous." Olivia teases, and Daniella crosses her arms.
"Shut up," Daniella says.
Courtney looks at Nathan, then at Kent, then at Nathan, then at Kent again, and hugs Kent.
"I choose you." Courtney says she's hugging him, but Kent didn't even hear what she said, so he continues watching his video while rubbing her arm.
"Listen, I don't understand what y'all find attractive about this man, who probably looked like crap before he got that swimsuit model body," Rubiana says and rolls her eyes.
"No need to be jealous just because you can't get a man," Olivia teases.
"Or woman," Daniella says, adding on to the teasing.
I'm surprised people like my hubby this much—who wouldn't have hard rock abs, a handsome face, a nice personality, and to top it all off, an amazing ass?
It's so surprising that he never looked this way.
"I'm surprised that you're blushing just by looking at my body, especially since we've seen each other naked," Nathan says, and everyone looks at them.
"Keep y'all's dirty fantasies to yourselves," Daniella says.
"We're both virgins," Nathan says loud and proud, and I definitely knew he was making fun of me.
"Still?" Sam asked, surprised.
"Okay Daniella, is there some way we can have a three-way with that man?" Olivia whispers.
"Ollie, you're disgusting, plus I'm lesbian, so that only works in your favor," Daniella says and looks at Olivia with a disgusted face, and she just shrugs.
"Olivia "I can hear you," Sam says, and Olivia looks at him with a terrified face.
Yep, my husband is both a chick magnet and annoying, and he's also adorable.
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12/10/22
I am going to complain wholeheartedly in this one I’ve got conversations rattling around upstairs that suck.
This man. This fucking guy.
It’s been since before Thanksgiving since I’ve spoken with my soon-to-be ex-husband and that is a relief so I don’t know why this is hitting me so hard today. I’ve told people about this in a ‘can you believe this shit’ borderline haha way because if you can’t laugh about it what can you do? I am not laughing today.
I’ve wanted kids at different points in the last ten years, desperately so. It came in waves because my spouse either vehemently didn’t want them or I felt we weren’t in a safe place for it then, but in the last few years that dream had been crushed under the realization that my spouse was indeed the type to be resentful of anything that might get in the way of him running his solo show. There was never a team effort with him, and hell, he often resented me for asking him for help with our joint bills like the fucking utilities because he wouldn’t have his entire paycheck to spend on clothes and weed. He made more than me but could run through an entire paycheck in a day with nothing to show for it. I was desperately clutching at straws too keep us afloat. Not a great environment for kids and fuck I’d be damned before I raised a child in a two parent household where they had to bear the brunt of being unloved or resented or abused by one of them.
But I stayed, because I felt it was still my responsibility to care for this man because even though he’s fucking thirty good damn years old, leaving him to deal with bills and basic needs like food and shelter that he has never once tried to help with or learn despite my literal begging over the years somehow felt on par like leaving a baby in the middle of the street. Not to mention the casual ‘if I didn’t have you I’d kill myself’ statements I’ve had to fucking catch with both hands so many times, so you know, I just gave up those dreams and stayed.
And I knew he had a kid, he’d knocked up a girl in highschool. When I found out about it at 18 I was worried that because he had nothing to do with that child, that might not look good for any children we might have after marriage and between that and two instances of SA that I was dealing with that year, one done by him (though considering the other was far more severe and at the forefront of mind, I somehow didn’t connect it for exactly what it was until years later and had mostly excused it under ‘horny teenage boy behaviour that was still horrendously not okay but somehow forgivable’ ) I tried to leave. Before we ever were married.
My mother wouldn’t have it. Turned it into a strongly implied ‘you will marry him or you aren’t my daughter’ situation. Excused the child by saying ‘eh he’s a kid’ when he was absolutely 17. Old enough to deal with consequences of having a baby.
So we were put back on track and a few years later we married.
We were not happy, he kept dropping jobs and I kept getting older and in let me tell you in a small country town they seem to think your womb dries up at 25 so there was a lot of pressure and absolutely no security. When we found it later for a short time after moving across country the subject of children came up and was shut down very swiftly and vehemently by his lack of desire to have them. He didn’t want them to ruin his life, said he never wanted them despite our many conversations prior to marriage where he was enthusiastic about the concept with me. That fucking sucked.
Later that year, I learned he was having an affair with a woman with a kid, both of which he would take places and spoil rotten, often with the money we desperately needed.
I stuck it out for a few more years once that ended and the children discussion came up a few more times, and either he would shut it down or near the end when he shockingly started to bring it up, I would because our marriage still wasn’t healthy and fuck if that’s not a great start to any new life. In the last year, though emotionally our life together was still a minefield, financially we had actually started to pull in more money than we had ever had, and a future like that began to seem possible with help, lie counselling or couple’s therapy. Truth be told, it never should have been, and I should have known better but want can make you blind and I spent a lot of time in that marriage wanting many things, and chose a willful ignorance of both the abuse I was being dealt and also the fact that at that time anyone else would look at his behaviour and clock it as a man with an obvious affair and I wasn’t an idiot, but he said it wasn’t and I wanted to believe him because the alternative was too frightening for me to handle so I did.
It wasn’t until I was smacked in the face via definitive proof of the affair that had been going on for over a year, that I did anything about it. Another woman with a kid he adored and spoiled beyond all reason, because of course. I found the strength to bail (and he had to leave first, a week before I even knew, though he tried to come back immediately).
After he got violent toward himself and me very suddenly (he didn’t hit me but he kicked in a door) a friend came and picked me up early since we were scheduled to move elsewhere a few days later. My spouse called to tell he had tried to commit suicide among other things, including crying and asking me to come back and hold him because his girlfriend had ghosted him, which he blamed on me because he was certain we were talking even though I’ve never spoken to her and have zero desire to and was in fact probably due to his increasingly erratic behaviour that I also wouldn’t want around a child. I also found out in those few days that the girl he’d gotten pregnant in high school hadn’t actually cut him off the way I thought, and that the real reason he hadn’t spoken to his family in ten years was that she had been trying to contact him about his son the entire time and was an active part of the family even without him around. Fucking. Wild.
But the thing that’s rattling around up there today is something he said and I could not tell you when except that it was after I knew about everything. He told me that he knew I wanted a child, and in the future when I was ready he wanted to be the one to give that to me. He didn’t want me to feel like he’d taken that from me after ten wasted years so he offered to knock me up at a time of my choosing as some kind of fucked up consolation prize.
What. The. Fuck.
Today I am livid. Today I am spitting fire. All of the horrible things that fucking man has done to me for years, all of the emotional trauma and gaslighting and financial stress that I bore alone for ten. years. The fucking audacity.
‘Well, since I clearly don’t think you have options or respect your feelings or general autonomy and I don’t want you to come out of all of this with no potential future here let mE PUT A FUCKING BABY IN THERE FOR YOU’
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I’m not fine but I can’t actually scream I’ll scare my roommates and the cats.
Fuck that guy honestly.
Fuck that fucking asshole. Fuck.
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My BNHA Fanfic / OC's story (part 2)
Okay, so in this part, we're gonna learn more about Chou and why she treated the Purple Yokai with respect.
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The year was 20XX. Akaguro Chizome has become Stendhal. All Might is what everyone's talking about.
"Wow, that Stendhal guy is so mysterious..."
Well, almost everyone... The person that said that was none other than Kubo Chou. A 2nd year and a class rep from her school. Due to the school's strict code, no student is allowed to use their Quirk. Thanks to that, almost nobody knows that Chou is Quirkless. Unfortunately, the only people that know this is her mother and her regular doctor. In this day and age, you'd think that being "secretly Quirkless" would make her anti-social due to the fear of her secret being outed.
Luckily for Chou, she didn't let that stop her from being social. In fact, it's one of the reasons why and how she became the class rep. Everyone in her school loves the way she lights up a room when she walks in. Unfortunately, the only thing that prevents her from being a part of the student council is her status.
Her mother is practically a single mother despite being married. This causes her mother to gain a backbone and say what's on her mind, no matter what the phrase "shoganai" states. This even causes Chou to be a strong and independent woman. This was unheard of since women in this day and age strive for a career and a husband to bear children with.
Another best thing about her? She's open-minded. In fact, she's the first in her class to make friends with the juvenile delinquents from her school. I know what you're thinking: "What kind of class rep. would ever make friends with juvenile delinquents?" I'll tell ya "what kind", the social kind that's open-minded. Behind the school, were the delinquents, including Kurutta Isha. He's been mistreated by society for two reasons; being Quirkless, and "accidentally" getting even with a bully with a mont blanc that can "knock you out". He's been baking small pastries with OTC medicine ever since he got a hold of medical textbooks during his middle school years. According to legend, when he's fully concentrating on his work, only his right eyebrow raises up and he mutters like a mad doctor (hence his nickname).
"Hey, there." "So,ifIheatupthetryptophanandincreasetheglucose,thenthosepeskyProHeroeswon'tbeaproblemanymore..." "Um, hello?" "IfStendhalnoticesmyhardwork,thenmaybehe'llmakemehisapprentice..." "Hello?" "Ifnot,thenmaybethatShigarakigu- Huh? Oh, what do you want? Come to look at the lonely freak?" "What? Why would I think of you as a freak?" "Oh, I don't know. Maybe it has something to do with my mannerisms. Or maybe the fact that I'm Quirkless and I've been kicked out of five schools and this is my last ticket!" "To where?" "T-to anywhere! To a place where... Where I can be myself without being labeled as a villain." "Oh... Does that happen often?" "Yeah..." He sighs, deeply. "In more ways than one. I understand that there are things that can't be helped, but..." "But, it's not fair?" "Let's just say that both my mother and my doctor knows my... disadvantage." "You mean you're..." "Yeah... But, that doesn't mean that I have to stop myself from being myself."
And just like that, Isha remembers his first encounter with Papa... It was about three years ago. His recent scars show that he'd just got into a fight that wasn't his fault; he looked too similar to a fallen UA student due to his hair. Now, he stands on the rooftop of a familiar-looking building, thinking about how he got here and more...
"Tch. How ironic, I'm on top of the building owned by the No. 1 Hero who claims to be here. Yet, he's not here... I know that behind that fancy Quirk of his, he's human like the rest of us, but he should've picked a better slogan than 'I am here!'!"
Unbeknownst to him, a tall bouncer-like guy in a cashmere tyrian suit and a silk gold tie stands behind him at a reasonable distance. That guy was the one, the only... Papa. Papa gently clears his throat, not wanting to spook the poor kid.
"Whatever you have to say, save it. If you're here, then I'm sure that you've heard what happened and want me to be locked up, and face the consequences of my actions or some BS." "I could, but then I would be a hypocrite. Son, you may not believe me, but I know what you're going through. I know it's difficult, but what you're thinking isn't the answer. It's going to make them respect you. What you're thinking right now will only make things worse by erasing your side of the story." "So, y-you believe me? Even after hearing what happened?" "Of course. Like that TV doctor from the States once said, 'no matter how flat you make a pancake, it still has both sides'. Trust me, one side of this pancake is more burned than the other side." "Unless if it's for crepes, our pancakes aren't thin. But, I get what you're saying." "Speaking of pancakes, I hear there's a place that serves pancakes with a side salad. How about you follow me, we'll safely get off of this building, I'll pay for All Might's drinks, we'll get some pancakes with salad, and then we'll get some new threads for you. How does that sound?" "...can I have a new place to stay? My old man kicked me out for being too invested in science and mom... became a doormat, but it's not Quirk-related." "Of course, son. My parents kicked me out after my pediatrician told them that I was Quirkless via phone. Now, I don't know where they are and they don't care where I am."
Papa saved his life by being there for him. Now, it's time for Isha to be with Chou; seeing each other in secrecy (it was Isha's plan, so her reputation wouldn't be tarnished. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Okay, so the next part may hit close to home for some readers, but some things must and has to be said. No more will the truth forever hide amongst the shadows. The best way to describe it is two simple words: "Buckle up".
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mrs-kelly · 3 years
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I GOT A NUMBER 1 VICTORY ROYALE
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bemylord · 3 years
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ꜱ/ᴏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄʟɪɴɢʏ
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characters: satoru, itadori, megumi, toji, nanamin, sukuna.
warnings: it's not an angst, but it has triggers because they screamed at you :( [toji and sukuna parts bc yall know those man] + grammar issues. [aged up?]
butler's remark: it was hard to write yuuji, megumi and gojou parts bc they are good and sweet boys and i practically cry. i also had decided to do as a hdc not in the fake text. i did a reader with a strong character.
apologies part.
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ɪᴛᴀᴅᴏʀɪ ʏᴜᴜᴊɪ:
pls no. i can't even imagine that yuuji would scream to you or say you're bothering him.
but, okay, that's why you're reading this.
you just wanted a piece, a little bit, some, of yuuji's attention while he was training.
you came to him from behind, wrapping hands around his neck.
you were happy to finally see and hug your boyfriend, planning to spend an evening watching some tv-shows.
suddenly, yuuji turned to you, and instead of the usual: 'sweetie, i'm so happy to see you let's watch the tv or eat ramen!'
he answered: 'i'm busy, y/n, let's talk later.'
being busy by doing something is totally normal.
but he could at least said you not cold as that. he turned around his body, continuing to do the same thing.
'but i missed you, yuuujiii~' you stretched out [?] his name in a smile, clinging to his shoulders again.
'can you not being clingy y/n, i'm trying to train. give me some space, you're starting to annoy me!'
you were standing there with doe eyes - he had never screamed at you.
'yeah? whatever, itadori. i'm gonna cuddle with megumi-kun, good training.'
you left the room with tears in the corner of your eyes. you'll give the space that yuuji had mentioned - you won't be talking with him for some days or weeks, therefore he'll know he should watch his mouth. [to follow what he says]
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ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ ᴍᴇɢᴜᴍɪ:
he came back to the dorm late after training with satoru.
you, being the lovely girlfriend ever, wanted to help megumi: you filled the bathtub with water, made delicious dinner, and find a good movie to watch after bath. maybe, it isn't a romantic thing, but it'll help him to release the tension in the muscle.
'megumi, you finally here!' you had green your boyfriend with a warm hug, as you always do, cupped his face to kiss him.
you were about to give a kiss, when 'gumi intercepted your hands, looking at you tiredly.
'how was the train? you must be tired, that's why i made for you bath and dinner.'
you walked into the living room as you heard him muttering.
'you always being so annoying and so mommy [i mean, hyper custody], i am not a child, y/n, i can help myself.'
'gomen-gomen, megumi, i just wanted to help you relax.'
'stop being like that! that's annoying, i'll take a bath alone, without you.'
you saw bruises and abrasions on his face - he must be angry about that. you have known how megumi hates to be beaten gojou or todou.
you decided not to answer, only waiting till his fury will calm down and he will apologize.
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ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ ᴛᴏᴊɪ:
i want to confess right away - i'm already afraid of him.
toji should be about to return home from a mission any minute now.
you had baked apple pie and made dinner, anticipating for your husband to arrive.
you only overheard heavy footsteps in the living room, immediately run to see him.
'my love, you back home.' you were about to kiss him, when he turned his head, pronouncing:
'don't touch me.'
his obnoxious nature. over the years of living with him you have taught him to be more gentle with you.
'use better words, toji.'
'i will talk to you as i want, woman. the fact you are my wife doesn't mean i'll be docile.'
'don't talk to me like that, i'm yo-'
'shut up, you're just a wife who comes when i need her. don't exalt yourself. don't be clingy.'
notwithstanding your strong character, tears start to roll down on cheeks.
'i have no intention of being your servant, toji. find another 'wife', i'm leaving.'
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ɢᴏᴊᴏ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ:
as you know, gojou satoru is a playful guy, who wants to tease you like 24/7.
you never thought that gojou would scream at you due to you being clingy. it happened, tho.
you are basically just like him, naughty and agile, waiting for him after work so you could take gojou in your arms and kiss him.
when you heard as the door opened, you ran to hug him. however, when you were anticipating to him to do the same, he uttered: 'let go of me.'
you thought he wanted to hug you first, so you've wrapped your arms around your neck tighter.
'did i not make myself clear? get off me. you being so clingy and intrusive.'
'i missed you, 'toru.'
'we see each other every single day, let me spend a few days alone, don't act like a child, stop being sticky'
when you heard the last word, you get off your boyfriend, watching as he slowly walking into the living room, not look at you.
'a few days alone? fine, gojo, whatever. all you want, i'm leaving.'
you grabbed your phone, leaving the house.
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ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ᴋᴇɴᴛᴏ:
you had mentioned that you might be clingy or sticky, demanding a lot of attention, when you on the period.
he agreed, laughed at your words. 'i always be with you anywhen, angel.'
as silly as it may sound, you wrapped your arms on a pillow, which was smelling like him, imagining it was kento.
you heard as a door opened, cheerfully coming down to greet your boyfriend.
'welcome home, darling, i was waiting for you to have some.. cuddles!' you straighten arms on him, expecting kento hugs you.
'it seems as you need me only for that, y/n.'
'no, darling, of course not. how was your day? tell me while we're gonna have a bath.'
'that's what i'm talking about. can it be only one day when you stop being sticky like that? i'm tired from work i want to be alone.'
you were speechless. you mumbled something illegible, step backward.
'y-yeah, s-sure..'
you walk in the bathroom, hiding your tears from him. as soon as you found yourself in the room, you sob.
'he just tired. i-i won't cry.'
you let your boyfriend spend an evening on his own, trying not to cry.
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ꜱᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ ʀʏᴏᴍᴇɴ:
disclaimer: the king was really mad today, exactly today when you wanted to cuddle him.
you came to his domain, happy and shine like the sun - you've moved up in the ranks, isn't that a success?
you baked muffins, the kind that the king likes - with chocolate, and garnished with nuts on top. [it's only my opinion]
so, when you stood in front of a pile of skulls, sukuna unexpectedly said: 'you should leave. now.'
'huh?' you turned your head on the left, in a curious gesture, waiting for him to explain.
you did a step forward, thought you misunderstood him.
he didn't even look at you, sitting on the throne like you ain't here like you're sort of a slave, not a girlfriend.
'i've got so good news, sukuna. the first i had baked muff-'
before you could've finished the sentence, he used cursed energy to stop you, knocking the treats out of your hands.
'i fucking said you to leave my domain, woman. are you that stupid? and stop being clingy, it's irritating me.'
you knew his nature, you knew he might indicate something offensive, but, that one - above hurtful.
'what's wrong, the king?' you said his position mockingly, going down the skulls, looking at his back. 'go to hell, i'll tell it itadori. be here alone, sukuna.'
well, shall i do a part two with apologies? also sorry for kinda sad post.
[?] - pls corrent me if i used the wrong word.
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