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wwitbeyondmeasure · 4 years

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Summer at The Burrow - r.w. fan fiction

Previous Chapters

Introduction / Author’s Note / Chapter 1: The Journey to the Burrow / Chapter 2: Hidden Letters / Chapter 3: Ron’s Return / Chapter 4: Nighttime Conversations

Chapter 5: A Morning Surprise

That morning, you awoke to a surprised gasp.

You jolted upwards to look towards the sound, promptly smacking your head against Ron's.

"Ow," you both mumbled, fully awake now. With the nose injury from last night, and this today, Ron was going to be covered in bruises by the time the summer was over.

Your eyes settled upon a stunned looking Harry Potter standing in the doorway. His mouth was open, his eyes wide. Perhaps he wasn't expecting to walk into his best friend's room and see him cuddled up with a girl.

Words couldn't form in your mouth to explain the inappropriate situation. How could you explain how you looked right now- hair disheveled, under the covers, with Ron's arm still wrapped tightly around you.

As Ron was about to speak, Harry's face broke out into a wide grin. Smirking he said, "well done, mate."

"Well done? Well done for what?" You heard a familiar voice say from the hallway. Within seconds, Hermione's head was peeking into the doorway.

"Oh my!" She exclaimed, throwing her hands up to her mouth in shock.

Harry chuckled as you heard even more footsteps approaching.

"What is it, Hermione?" you heard Ginny call before she, too, entered the small room, freezing when she saw you and Ron.

"Fred! George! Get in here!" she yelled, her lips forming into the same satisfied smile Harry wore.

"Oh please let's just invite the whole family," Ron said sarcastically. The room was already crowded with the 5 bodies in it, every eye strained upon you and Ron. But oddly enough, his arm was still wrapped protectively around your waist.

Soon, Fred and George apperated into the room, standing at the bottom of the bed.

"Would you look at that Georgie," Fred said, nudging his brother in the side. "I believe you owe me 5 galleons." George rolled his eyes and handed over the coins.

"You bet on us?" Ron asked. His face was growing red, but more from annoyance than embarrassment.

The twins nodded at the same time.

You made eye contact with Ginny and Hermione, who were both grinning, their eyes sparkling. They knew you'd had a crush on Ron for years, and they mistakenly thought you had confessed to him, leading to the sleeping together situation. Terrified that they would say how you felt about him, when in reality you hadn't confessed anything at all, you spoke up.

"It's not what it looks like," you mumbled, really wishing it was what it looked like.

Ron glanced at you and then let his arm slip from your waist. You felt your body get colder as he moved away from you.

"Nothing happened, like it ever would," Ron said, his voice dripping with dry sarcasm. You felt your heart drop as you processed his words.

"Like it ever would." Does that mean he didn't want anything to happen between you?

"So you can give him your money back," Ron grumbled at Fred, getting out of bed and walking straight out the door. You heard his loud footsteps march downstairs to the kitchen. His angry attitude left an uncomfortable silence in the room.

You groaned, covering your face with your hands.

"I take it you didn't tell him then?" Hermione asked, sitting on the side of the bed and soothingly brushing your hair with her fingers.

"No, I didn't," you replied.

"Tell him what?" Harry asked cluelessly.

Hermione and Ginny shared a look. "Boys," they muttered together, shaking their heads at Harry's oblivion.

The twins took it upon themselves to thoroughly explain the situation to Harry.

"You see, our friend y/n here is in love with Ron. Has been for quite a while, we reckon. So when we see the two of them canoodling together in bed in the morning, one gets to thinking that maybe some confessions were made," Fred told him with a smug smirk.

Keeping your head in your hands, you didn't look at Harry.

"Well that's perfect!" Harry blurted out, "Ron feels the same way!"

Your head shot up and you stared at him.

"He does?" you asked him. Of course you knew that Ron treated you different from his other friends, but you never wanted to jump to conclusions.

"Well I mean, yeah. He's never outright said anything about it, but I can tell," Harry explained.

You groaned again, the swell of hope in your chest quickly dying down. No offense to Harry, but sometimes his intuition wasn't the best. You thought back to the countless times he was convinced Draco Malfoy had poisoned his morning pumpkin juice.

"I hate to break it to you lot, because you seemed quite excited barging in here this morning, but I'm positive he doesn't feel the same way. Did you hear him? 'Like it ever would.' That means he doesn't want anything to happen with us," you huffed.

Ginny shook her head.

"No, it means he's a stupid git who doesn't know how to say what he's feeling," she said confidently.

You wanted to believe her. You really did. But if he felt the same way, he would've said something by now. Last night was the perfect opportunity, and he didn't tell you anything. That was all the confirmation you needed that your feelings were one-sided.

Throwing your legs over the side of the bed, you stood up. Although you felt your heart break slightly, you couldn't let this ruin your summer.

"Let's just forget this happened, okay?" You said, looking each of them in the eye. "Please don't mention it again, he's already pissed off enough."

Your friends nodded, but not without reluctance.

"Mum's making eggs this morning, then we could play a game of Quidditch in the backyard," Ginny offered. You thanked her silently for following your request.

"Sounds great, I brought my Firebolt," Harry said.

And with that, the crowd change the topic of conversation to Quidditch. Their chat continued as everyone made their way to the kitchen.

Left alone upstairs, you changed out of your pajamas. You reached into your trunk to put on your favorite t-shirt. It was a vintage muggle band t-shirt that you used to listen to with your dad all the time, before travel got in the way and you barely saw him anymore. Ron, with the help of Mr. Weasley who knew the muggle world better than he did, searched high and low for this one specific shirt for your birthday last year. You loved the shirt and wore it all the time, Ron always was a great gift giver for you.

At the thought, you turned your attention to your new owl, who had just woken up. She was as adorable as when you first saw her. Friends get each other amazing gifts all the time, this doesn't mean he's in love with you, you tried to remind yourself.

"Good morning, Dite," you said, rubbing her tiny head. She pecked your fingers affectionately, before flying over to the bed, where she sat down on Ron's pillow.

"You saw all that, huh?" You asked. Even the owls saw your embarrassment from this morning.

She nodded her head and then fluttered over to the box of letters under his nightstand. She nudged the side of it with her beak.

"They don't mean anything," you told her. She didn't understand. No one did. Ron, despite your best wishes, wasn't in love with you. It was just a fact you needed to accept.

You cocked your head towards the door. "C'mon," you said to Dite. She flew onto your shoulder and nuzzled into your neck.

"We have a Quidditch match to win."

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ivyuns · 4 years

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hours without you ❆✰

lee minho

genre: angst / fluff

word count: 2.9k

warnings: mentions of mafia but there’s no fighting involved + bad language

A/N: another story from my dream, except this was about my parents and it was horror actually so 🤡

masterlist

1 am.

“maybe we should’ve have gotten married in the first place!” y/n shouted at minho. “i’m so sick of you leaving the family during the day and come back with bruises. what would happen if you continued doing it? what would happen to me and miyeon? how would we live?”

all minho could do was look down at his shoes. he didn’t want to disappoint you or miyeon. he wanted to kill all the bad people so miyeon wouldn’t have to witness it, just like what you did in your teen ages. miyeon was just four years old and neither did you or minho want her to see these type of things as minho’s job. making you have to do work from home and miyeon being home-schooled in the future.

without one night of arguing at 1 in the morning would be a routine. it’s like you and minho were arguing, non-stop with miyeon quietly listening in her bedroom upstairs. she wanted to sleep, not hearing her parents who she loves so much from her heart argue. it was now 2 am now and she still heard talking. the next thing she heard was the door slamming and her fathers sobs.

7 am.

miyeon came out of her room to the whole house being quiet. with her tiny steps, she carefully made her way to open her parents door, only to find nobody in the room. so goes down stairs and see her father; sleeping on the couch with dried tear streaks on his face. miyeon whimpered and touched her dad’s face with her baby hands as her fingers when over the bruises and cuts on it.

minho’s pov

my eyes slowly opens to the warmth of little hand. ‘ah, miyeon’. i suddenly got worried after i saw tears coming down her face. “where’s mommy?” with that question, i started bawling my eyes. being in a gang wasn’t easy. especially when you have to protect the two girls you love.

all i wanted to do was save up some money to take the girls to lotte world and i finally did it. except, only one would be left out.

2 am.

y/n’s pov

as i slammed the door shut, i could hear minho’s sobs. it broke my heart but i couldn’t bare of what he’s done to the family. working in a gang, not coming home for family purposes, etc. walking around seoul, with nothing but my phone. i looked down while walking, thinking of the past.

‘i love you y/n. i was going to wait but since you told me about the news and the baby, i decided to do it now.’ minho says softly to you, as he gets on one knee and proposes to you.

‘yes! yes of course i will minho!’

‘you’re doing great, honey. just a bit more’ as minho caresses your hand while giving birth. you kept pushing until you heard baby cries. and with that, the tears that were in your eyes were turning into joyful eyes. the nurses hand over yours and minho’s baby and happily says “congratulations. it’s a baby girl” you and minho could stop smiling and crying. “let’s name her miyeon. lee miyeon.” you suggested. “i love it. baby miyeon” minho says and kisses both yours and miyeon head.

the time you and miyeon were resting in the hospital room, minho couldn’t help but shed more tears, joyful tears. miyeon sleeping in the crib next to you and you in the bed. he went to miyeon as he took a peaceful moment to see his beautiful babygirl. “i love you miyeon. me and mommy loves you so much. don’t forget that little one. daddy will take care of you both” minho says gently, as miyeon woke up and instantly wrapped her little fingers around minho’s finger.

you woke up just as you saw minho going to miyeon, but stared at him and miyeon silently. you smiled to yourself, knowing that even if minho is in a gang, he would still be with you and miyeon. every second as she grows and everyday that’s alive.

you stopped walking as you stopped in front of your best friend, julia’s apartment. knocking instantly, knowing she’s still awake since this girl has her sleeping schedule ruined. julia opened the door to see you, wearing a sleeveless crop top, minho’s baggy sweatpants, your messy hair that’s down, and tear-stained face.

julia instantly pulled you inside her apartment since she understands the whole part of minho and the mafia and locks the door. “y/n, what happened?” this was the first time you had to go to julia. you and minho would rarely have any serious fights until this week. you were done for the week and all you wanted was minho to spend time with you and miyeon, except that never happened.

you explained to julia of the events that happened with you and minho. you couldn’t help but cry more as you explained everything. you eventually passed out while julia offered you a hug. she knew that you couldn’t handle of being alone so she slept with you; you on her bed and her on the air mattress (that the air pump didn’t even make you flinch at all)

7 am.

y/n pov.

you woke up to a headache and julia softly snoring on the floor. you smiled to yourself and whispered “thank you so much julia. i owe you a big one’. you grabbed you phone from the nightstand that julia had kindly charged for you instead of her own and as soon as you saw the time, you instantly got up. the fact that all of these loud noises you created made julia wake up.

“y/n? what’s wrong?” julia said, tiredly.

“i’m late for work! can i borrow some clothes please?” you exclaimed while you were washing your face. “y/n it’s okay, i called your boss at 6 am saying you have a fever and that you’ll be putting pto until you’re feeling better with the situation”, julia said, walking to you as you were shocked. “it’s okay, go rest. i know how you feeling. and plus with all the stress, the baby could be suffering so yeah!” julia said smiling. you hugged julia and mumbled a bunch of ‘thank yous’ to her. both of you walked into the bedroom and slept.

third pov

minho turned his frown into a smile after he thought about the previous actions from him and y/n. when miyeon saw his smile, she knew it was a fake one, knowing how much he loved y/n and her leaving. but she put on a happy smile, knowing that her dad is almost half happy.

“miyeon-ah, guess what i got for us” minho careful took miyeon off of his lap then placed her on the couch cushion. he went to the kitchen island and saw three tickets; minho, miyeon, and y/n. he grabbed two of the tickets with the names ‘lee minho’ and ‘lee miyeon’. “miyeon. we’re going to lotte world at 10 ok? be ready and we’ll go okay baby?”

miyeon looked at her dad as if she was more excited. she nodded her head and happily went to her room to play with her dolls. leaving minho in the room with his fake smile, slowly turning into a sad smile once again. looking over at the third ticket placed on the island as it read “choi y/n.” he kept staring at it til he noticed something wet touch it. he wiped the tears falling from his eyes.

minho silently passes miyeon’s room and into his and y/n room. he saw the pictures of him and her all around the whole room. he entered the bathroom connected to the room and saw her toothbrush and belongings. he knew you weren’t gone forever. he knew that you would never abandon miyeon as her dad is in a gang. he knew that you were his one and only, forever.

9:30 am.

“miyeon! are you ready? we have to leave soon”, minho knocked on miyeon’s door before entering. he rushed to miyeon after he saw her sitting on the floor, crying while holding a picture of the three of you, as a family. “is mommy and daddy bad f-for each other?” miyeon sobbed, asking her dad a question.

“no, no no honey. me and mommy are okay. she had to go somewhere for awhile okay honey? it’s okay. everything is okay.” minho said, trying not to spilll a tear out as he wiped miyeon’s tears with his thumb. “let’s go okay? we’re going to be late and there won’t be any parking.” with that, miyeon put on her big puffy jacket so she can be warm and held her dad’s hand to the the car.

the car ride was quite peaceful. miyeon was on minho’s phone, watching cartoons and minho had listen to music on the radio. there would be music that would remind minho of y/n, but miyeon knew better and helped cheer up her dad by singing to it. minho’s smile got bigger and knew everything would be okay.

y/n’s pov.

it was 9:00 when you woke up, again. this time, julia was sitting on the air mattress bed, eating cereal and watching netflix on her laptop. she turned around as she heard me shuffling in the blankets. “y/n, lets go to lotte world! you can finally let go your stress during the rides and we haven’t done anything fun with each other since you had miyeon.” julia suggested. with that, you nodded your head and headed to her closet and asked for an extra toothbrush since she has a bunch of unused toothbrushes laying around.

30 minutes later.

me and julia we’re finally on the way to lotte world. we were singing along to any song came up while she was vlogging the entire trip. we arrived at lottle world and began taking pictures. i saw this tall figure and a little girl, holding hands and i couldn’t stop imagining that it was minho and miyeon. i shook the feeling off and continued taking pictures and going on rides.

minho’s pov.

y/n? no it can’t be.

i squinted my eyes to see better if it really was her. i turned around as they caught me and walked with miyeon. i shaked off the thought that’s it was y/n and looked at everything with miyeon.

“daddy! can we go ride the carousel? i wanna ride the horsie!” miyeon exclaimed. “of course, let’s go!” i smiled and walked to the line of the carousel.

it was finally our turn and i helped miyeon get on the horse she wanted to go on. buckling her in and held her waist so she wouldn’t fall over when the ride started. miyeon’s smile made me even more happier, but reminded me of y/n’s smile. y/n, can you please forgive me? you didn’t hear my side of the story.

i looked around the park and saw a group of suspicious men in all black clothing. i tighten my grip of miyeon so nothing could happy. there’s no way that i’ll show my mafia side to miyeon. after the ride was over, we headed to take a break from all the rides we went on. miyeon wanted rice cakes so i held her hand tightly and made it to the rice cakes stand. “hello, can i have a cup of rice cakes please?”. the lady handed me the cup as i gave her the money and thanked her. we were on the way to a empty sitting area until miyeon’s hand was out of my hands.

i turned around and saw her being dragged by and he mouth covered. ‘those damn psychopaths’. the men were close to the exit building and i started running. i called changbin and the group for help. they knew how much miyeon meant to me, and it was time for revenge for taking my precious one.

y/n’s pov.

“oh my god, y/n is that yeji, ryujin, chaeryeong, and yuna i see? oh my god i need to go see them” julia screamed, and unlinked her arm with mine and ran off to them. i smiled bitterly and went to the restroom and texted her, “hey i’ll be leaving alright? i’ll meet you at your apartment heheu, bye have a good time!” and pressed sent. i got out of the stall and looked at the mirror while i wash my hands. is this why minho didn’t come chasing me? is it because how ugly i looked? i looked at my face; acne spots, dark eye circles, eye bags.

i got done with the bathroom and heard someone screaming ‘miyeon’. i looked around and saw minho running. i quickly ran next to him and asked him “minho! honey what happened!?” i stopped him and he looked at me. tears coming out of his eyes and wanted to apologize at the moment. but he knew he couldn’t til his miyeon was safe in his and yours arm. “they took miyeon. we need to find her”.

we ran and ran, making the whole park go on lockdown. tears fell down from both of our eyes. we can’t loose our precious gem. thank goodness for stray kids coming in before the whole lockdown happened. all four of them split into two groups, minho with chan, jisung, and hyunjin. the other ones as in seungmin with jeongin, felix, and changbin. minho came up to me and put his hands on my cheeks.

“baby, i know how badly you want to help, but you need to protect our little baby okay? go hide in the bathroom in case they find you. i love you and i’m sorry.” he said, voice shaky since he didn’t want to loose two, now three precious ones. he was about to let go until i said his name. “minho, i forgive you, and please be safe my love.” and have him a kiss on his lips. he smiled in the kiss but broke it. “i’ll be back” and left.

you were uncontrollably shaking in the bathroom, trying to hide your sobs as you text julia the situation. you needed to calm down but minho wasn’t in your warmth. you needed him.

minho’s pov.

we kept running until i heard a whimper. we tried to get a grip of the door until it was locked. the many attempts and it finally opened. my heart broke of the sight in front of me. “miyeon! oh my gosh, daddy is sorry. i’m so sorry. please forgive me” i quickly hug miyeon tightly, as if i wouldn’t see her tomorrow. “i’m sorry. i won’t do it again. you won’t get hurt by them okay? you’re safe in my arms”. miyeon threw her arms and her sobs was breaking my heart.

after she calmed down, i picked her up and realized she fell asleep, i silently laughed as her chubby cheeks reminded me of how y/n used to be when she slept in our boyfriend/girlfriend days. we tell the staff that miyeon was safe and the park could continue without being on lockdown. the other group were told to find y/n in the restrooms til jeongin yelled out “hyung! noona passed out! help”. chan had to tell the staff members to close the park and the agreed since it was an emergency reason.

i ran to where y/n was and another part of my heart broke into pieces. i let miyeon down but made the guys protect her from further danger. i put y/n’s head on my lap and gave her my warmth. “y/n please wake up. i need you. we need you.” with that, her eyes fluttered open. “minho” she called. “no honey, don’t speak yet. youre still weak.”

she looked around the bathroom and saw miyeon, safe in the boys arms. she stick out her hands and miyeon came to y/n and hugged each other. i eventually hugged them both.

we got up and left the park immediately. it was already sunset and the moonlight was glistening on our faces. i looked to my left and see y/n with miyeon in her arms, sleeping. i took my hand and intertwined it with hers. and gladly accepted it as we walked to the car, having a strange feeling that someone was following him but ignored it since he could be with his family, happy again.

the night we got home, y/n fell asleep in the comforting bed that was waiting for her. miyeon climbed in next to her, snuggling with her and fell into dreamland. after my shower, i went to my bedroom and smiled widely. my two happiness. i laid next to miyeon, making her being in the middle of me and y/n, planting kisses on their heads, then falling into deep slumber.

8 months later.

“congratulations, it’s a girl!” the doctor handed our baby. “babe, you’re stuck with girls” y/n laughed dryly after giving birth. “i’m okay with it, as long as i’m with you guys, i’m fine with it” i smiled.

y/n fell asleep on the bed and our unnamed baby in the crib. the nurse knocked on our door and y/n happened to wake up. the nurse asked if we had a name for our baby and i looked at y/n. “can you give us a minute please?” y/n asked the nurse. the nurse nodded and left the room. “how about miseo?” y/n suggested. “although i could eat some miso soup, that’s cute. just like you and miyeon”. y/n scrunched up her nose and smiled. “i love you, lee minho”

“and i love you too, choi y/n.”

i looked over and see miyeon wave at baby miseo, knowing that the boys came by. the nurse came in after the discussion of the baby name. finally, our family of four, who i will cherish and protect at all cost.

after hours without you, i finally have you again.

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bangtan-gal · 5 years

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Not a Home

Johnny Seo x Fem!Reader

Soulmate!au housesitter!reader

Warnings: fluff, swearing, angst, implied smut

Word Count: 2.1k

Johnny Seo was not your soulmate—there was no way, no way in hell, that the universe would do you that dirty. Sure, the boy was gorgeous and happened to be unnecessarily nice, but he wasn’t what you’d imagined. He broke hearts left and right without realizing it and had broken your own years ago when he suddenly decided that he loved your best friend. The two had dated for three years before getting engaged.

And now he stood before, his hand tightly wound around your wrist and eyes zeroed in on the small tattoo.

“Quite a feisty one, aren’t ya?”

The first words he ever said to you were burned into you skin. They’d been there since you were born, repeatedly reminding you of the man you’d be tied to. But yet, of all people, it was Johnny fucking Seo. His mouth kept opening and closing, trying to find some reasonable explanation as to why that was printed onto your skin. But there was none—the universe wasn’t reasonable. It was stupid.

“I… why didn’t you say anything?” He whispered, finally managing to say something. His eyes met yours and for a moment, you could’ve melted into his game. You steeled yourself, your gaze hardened as his broken one searched your face.

“You didn’t say anything either,” you muttered, letting your head drop. It wasn’t entirely your fault that your life was a mess.

Johnny snorted and rolled up both his sleeves. Nothing was on either wrist and then, proving what a psychopath he could be at times, he threw off his shirt all together and did a twirl for you. No tattoos. Anywhere.

“I don’t have a soulmate connection. How was I supposed to know you were mine? Or… I was yours?” He snapped.

It was entirely your fault. You closed your eyes and sank against the wall. Fuck fuck fuck—you should’ve said something—whether it was the first day you met or that horrible day in the rain. Chasing him down the street, begging him not to leave you. You still remembered the feel of frigid water drops sliding down your hair and soaking through your clothes. The moment you stopped running and just watched his taillights disappear.

“This won’t work out,” you told him softly, letting yourself completely slide to the floor. You rested your forearms on your knees and your head dropped to stare at the carpet. “If you don’t have a soulmate connection… then I’m technically not yours. You’re free to choose your own partner, you already have Luna, I… I can just find someone else too.”

Johnny knelt down in front of you, delicately reaching for your hand. You tried to pull away, but he got a solid grip on your fingers. His other hand pushed your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. You hated the soft stare that ran along you, because it reminded you of the summer you two spent together. It reminded you that deep down inside, you really wanted Johnny to be your soulmate and you just wanted to be happy with him.

“You know that’s not how it works. Luna has a soulmate out there somewhere and when she meets him, she’ll leave me. It doesn’t matter how much she claims she loves me, soulmates are called soulmates for a reason. I won’t make you wait for that day to come, she can, but you can’t,” he murmured.

You nodded, biting your lip.

Dammit.

Johnny sat down beside you, your fingers still clutched in his hand. He glanced around his house—once his parents—and then turned to you with a smirk. You looked away, frowning as you struggled to fight away a blush. You shouldn’t just fall back into him so easily.

“Plus, I can’t live in this house with her when all it does is remind me of you.”

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It was the summer of your senior year. You’d been looking for a way to make money, hoping to buy a car before you went off to college. The Seo’s, your neighbors, were going away for the summer and had asked you to look after the plants and their dog.

The first week went by silently, the plants happily staying alive and the dog taking an immediate liking to you. Despite being neighbors, you were surprised by how big the house was. Your house was way smaller. You didn’t have an upstairs or a guest, but yet these guys had three guest rooms and a huge-ass attic above the upper floor.

The start of the second week, you were busy fighting with some weeds outside of the house. It was hot that day, the humidity not helping the cause at all. You groaned, trying desperately to yank the weed from the flower garden, but it was being a bitch.

“Fucking weed,” you grumbled, sitting back.

“Quite the feisty one, aren’t ya?”

You jumped and looked up. It was hard to see the man, considering he blotted out the fucking sun. When he tilted his head just slightly, you got the sight of his pale skin, a small nose, and lush lips. His eyes were a dark contrast to his skin, along with his black hair that fell over the side of his forehead.

A ghost of a smile flickered over his lips.

“Who are you?”

“Um… the Seo’s house sitter,” you said awkwardly and then stood up.

He raised an eyebrow.

“So, that’s your name?”

“Oh err… Y/N.” You held out a hand. He eyed the dirt stains on your hand before a small smile cracked out and he quickly shook your hand.

“Sorry if I scared you. My parents didn’t tell me they hired someone so I was just a little confused,” he explained, his hand still wrapped around yours. Then he carefully pulled back and looked back down at the weeds. “Well, I’m off to shower, but maybe we can talk a little more if you’re still around.”

Before you could reply, he walked away. You watched, a hand over your heart as you tried to still your racing heart. You glanced down at your wrist, reading over the words and they did indeed match exactly what he said to you.

“I can’t believe you,” you giggled, raising an eyebrow at the man. He stood there, covered in flour and other ingredients, a bowl of attempted cupcakes in front of him. “You didn’t have to do this.”

“What? Make thank you cupcakes since you’ve been such an amazing house-sitter?” Johnny huffed, glancing down at the bowl in dismay. You walked towards him, handing him a damp towel with a shake of your head.

“No, making a complete mess that I’ll have to clean up,” you sighed, wiping some flour off his cheek. He blushed under your touch, unconsciously reaching up to touch your hand. You smirked at him, pulling your hand back. He grabbed your hand and pulled you to him, your lips crashing together. You pulled away with a mix of a laugh and a grimace. “Ugh, you taste like flour.”

He mumbled another apology as he pulled you into him again. His hand cradled the back of your head and his other hand wrapped around your waist. Johnny pulled back, only to press a stream of kisses along your jaw and down your neck. You hummed against him, tangling your hands in his hair.

“You have that banquet to go to, correct?” You whispered. He pulled away with a sigh.

“Unfortunately.”

You smiled at him. “Well, you better go clean up.”

You woke up with a groan and stretched out in the bed. Johnny’s arm was slung over your chest, his face buried into your hair. The cool sheets pulled against your naked form as you slid away from the man. Your feet pressed against the carpet as you sat down, yawning and running a hand through your hair. A grumble came from Johnny as he stumbled out of his sleep. You glanced over your shoulder, chuckling as he rubbed at his eyes.

He met your stare and then smirked.

“Round two?” He teased.

“You wish.”

“I really do,” he hummed.

“You have work,” you said, “and remember, the interview!”

Johnny sighed and sat up. He kissed your forehead before he moved off to the shower. You watched his ass until it disappeared, a blush spreading over your cheeks. You sat there for a moment, just soaking it up, before you finally got up.

It was odd how easily things could collapse. It was even weirder that you sometimes didn’t realize just how much you loved someone until they had to go. What you and Johnny had was just a fling—you always knew that, but that didn’t make it any easier to accept. The summer was almost over and Seos would be home in just a couple of days. And your fling was flying out the window.

Because the truth came out—it always did. Johnny had been in a relationship and the two had been taking a break for the summer. Although they were allowed to see other people, you still felt dirty. You still felt like you tore up somebody’s relationship. It only got worse when you realized just who Johnny had been dating.

Luna. Luna, your fucking best friend since seventh grade. You’d never met her boyfriend before and when you found out, you suddenly understood why Johnny Seo sounded so familiar. It wasn’t just because he was your neighbor’s son, it was because he was the boy Luna would never shut up about.

You thought he loved you back, but clearly not. You were alone in that area as the boy spilled it out to you. That he was going back to her because he owed it to her. And as cliche as it was, the two of you were out in the front garden, the rain pouring down around you.

“So, what, you’re just gonna leave me?” You snapped, “you took a lot from me Johnny!”

He glanced down at his feet and then back up to you. His tongue swiped over his lips and he swiped his hair of his face. The rain was freezing as it ran through yo- no, his cashmere sweater. You were both shivering, both of you trying to convey something to the other.

“I’m sorry Y/N,” he murmured and then walked away. You stood still, watching as he slid into his car. You were frozen, but then once you saw his taillights, the car driving the opposite direction of you, you moved into action. You raced after the car, sobbing.

But he was long gone and you only stopped running once the lights completely disappeared.

“Dammit Johnny!” You shouted into the storm, “you’re my fucking soulmate, you can’t just run away like this.”

You didn’t understand how he could do that to you. You were soulmates. Sure, you never really acknowledged it, but why would the two of you get so close if you weren’t?

⥷⥷⥷⥷⥷

“So you didn’t even know?” You whispered, staring at him. “You didn’t even see it once?”

“I caught glimpses of the tattoo, but I never read it. I figured it was your soulmate connection and it wasn’t my business… how little did I know though,” he said, a bitter laugh falling from him. “But ever since that day, I’ve always thought about our first encounter. How it was so random placed, but just seemed perfect. I guess maybe it was. You know, fate.”

You sat silently and turned over your wrist, staring at the tattoo on it. Then you glanced at his wrists, both empty. It felt so stupid, because you weren’t really his even if he was yours. You exhaled.

“But Luna…”

“Is my best friend and yours. She should understand… and if she doesn’t, damn, I’ll get a fucking tattoo of the first thing you said to me,” he said. You stared at him and then smiled.

“Of course you fucking would.”

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malfoysqueen54 · 4 years

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White Flag

Dean and her grew up together, trained together. Also, absolutely can’t be in the same room without a fight ensuing. When she has to come back and help out the boys and their friends. If she stays too long will all her secrets come out. She swore he would never know, circumstances and their friends and family, they might have other ideas.

Pairing- Dean x OFC

Warnings: Angst!, oh and ANGST! Triggers for Alcohol and drug abuse. Anger issues. Dean angry and yelling. (That needs a warning). Eventually smut. Sexual situations, cussing, blood, gore, the usual Supernatural warning.

A/N: Okay thank you @my-proof-is-you and @winchest09, especially her! Girl, you mean so much helping with this. Giving me confidence to write again and for reworking so much of this for me. I luv ya! You are amazing. I know it’s not a Reader fic. I am old school and haven’t delved into that yet. Sorry give it a shot if you want.

Okay so I reworked this, it is now y/n, a reader insert. So enjoy everyone. Each part will be reposted.

P.S. Listen to White Flag by Bishop Briggs. It really fits this story and why I used it for the title.

She still remembered the first time she realized she loved him; the fear that engulfed her. She drove 17 hours straight to get to the hospital, just to see him. Y/n had been frantic, begging the medical staff that entered his room for help. When they said there was nothing they could do, she started making phone calls to private specialist doctors, screaming for help down the line at anyone who would answer. She needed someone, something to show up and fix him. The arrogant, cocky, dickhead Dean Winchester.

It was well known that her and the green eyed hunter did not get along, that they had loathed each other from day one; fighting constantly. Dean was a lothario. A man with no respect or genuine feelings for women. It was all one night stands and quick hook ups, something Y/n couldn’t abide by. They were just a few of the reasons why she decided to not hunt with the Winchesters anymore. Vowing to herself that she’d only return to them if they really needed her. However as she looked over and saw him lying on the hospital bed, comatose, she knew that she would do anything for him.

But he could never know; the hostility between them needed to stay as it was.

Y/n had known the Winchesters ever since her parents had died. She was 11; just a young girl who had a tendency to bottle things up. When she came into their lives, Dean was 14 and Sam was 10, meaning they ended up growing up together. John and Bobby made the decision to raise her in the life and train her; something she took to like a fish to water. When Dean got older, he stepped in to help with the training but Y/n’s alpha like domenaur only clashed with that of Dean’s. Needless to say, the fighting between them started from a young age.

When Sam left for college, Y/n decided to also leave, hunting on her own. It was going fine until Sam called asking for help with a case, pulling her back into the life like he’d been pulled by his brother. But Y/n refused, not wanting to deal with the headache that was Dean Winchester.

But that all changed when her phone rang and Sam told her Dean was at death’s door. She spared no expense to return to the Winchesters, using what money had been left to her in her inheritance from her wealthy parents to race back to be by his side.

Y/n left the Winchester brothers behind after John’s funeral, going back to her old life; only keeping in touch with Bobby to make sure they were ok. But once again Dean wasn’t ok. He’d sacrificed his life for Sam’s, making a deal with a demon to bring his little brother back from the dead. That familiar fear of losing him once again gripped at her chest. So she scoured 15 countries in search of a way out for him but it was of no use; he died, horribly.

Just as she was beginning to feel less numb from grief, Dean rose from his grave. She dropped everything she was doing to race to see him once again. She arrived at Bobby’s home in record time only to find out that angels existed and that Sam was working with a demon. Her head was reeling, she had no idea what was going on so she demanded answers from Bobby. He filled her in on everything she’d missed; Ruby, the angels and the seals. There was not an ounce of good news apart from Dean being alive.

Even though the situation seemed dire, Y/n told herself to stick with them as they needed her help. Dean’s jibes and arrogance she found it oddly comforting to be back in the same old routine; nothing had changed. It was only when she went in search of him that she had a cold hard reminder that Dean Winchester would never change.

The handprint on the fogged up impala’s window, the slight movement of the impala’s chassis; the bottle of Jameson gripped firmly in her grasp as she stared. Anna wasn’t the first woman to succumb to Dean’s ways in the backseat of the impala and she probably wouldn’t be the last. Y/n took a long shot from her bottle, her throat burning as she swallowed. The sound of footsteps behind her made her turn, her eyes rolling when she saw Ruby approach her.

“You’re a good actress, truly, But you let that mask of yours slip when he’s in trouble,” Ruby remarked, looking over to the Impala with a rueful grin.Y/n scoffed, downing another shot from her bottle, her eyes never leaving the shadows behind the fogged windows. It was freezing out but she couldn’t feel it, she felt nothing but the pit in her stomach and the enraged pain in her chest.

“You know, a woman like you will never win his affections. It would never work between you two and that's why you fight it so hard. I know, ” the demon sighed looking to the ground. Was that actual pity from a demon? It was the final straw for her that night, the mixture of anger fueled with alcohol made Y/n whirl around and hold a cursed blade to the brunette’s throat.

“Don’t give me a reason to use this,” Y/n growled, her blonde hair framing her face, “and don’t act like you know a damn thing about how I feel.” She walked off, taking another pull of her bottle before throwing it forcefully away from her, frustration seeping from her every being.

She left again that night. Not willing to face Dean after he’d had sex with the angel he’d known for all of 5 minutes. Her story with the Winchesters didn’t end there, Y/n returned to the boys when another mess had to be cleaned up. Sam had opened the gates of Hell.

She arrived just in time to see the fight between him and Michael, Dean looking beaten and defeated as he supported himself against the impala. It was in that moment that she hurriedly arrived, that she saw her best friend, her brother, take that plunge. It broke her.

Dean was devastated, pulling himself up off the ground when he turned and saw her standing there.Y/n had wanted to say so much but her breath stalled in her chest when she opened her mouth. His jaw clenched and without a word, he turned his back on her and got into the impala, speeding away from her. However, she decided that she would follow him, wanting to make sure he didn’t do anything stupid like last time. A decision she ended up regretting as the sight in front of her damn well destroyed her.

Her car slowed down a few houses away, but she could see him clearly by the porch light. Lisa, he had run to Lisa. Not a single word to her; the girl he grew up with about the loss they both experienced; nothing. She was nothing to him. This should have been the point of no return for her, she told herself it was but no.

When Y/n found out Sam was alive and topside, she decided to watch them from afar, punishing herself as she did so. Reminding herself that she meant nothing to Dean, that she was just a void space that wasn’t needed or missed. Even on his birthday, she made sure to leave him a present. It was inconspicuous, no tag or card yet it was a gift that would hold meaning. She waited until he found it, looking around his surroundings to see if he could spot the person behind the gift and in that moment, she swore he saw her. Heart caught in her throat, she disappeared quickly; just as if she were a figment of his imagination.

Bobby had passed. That one hurt,a lot. She owed a lot to that man and she wanted to send him off properly. No words were exchanged between her and Dean, not even when they were gathered around the pyre. But as she looked through the flames, she caught the eldest Winchesters stare. To this day, the pained look in Dean’s eyes haunted her.

Y/n was distracted from her memories as Benny walked in holding out the phone.

“It’s a message from the boys,” he told her simply. Rolling her eyes, she shook her head. Benny sighed, deleting it. “You can’t avoid them, or him forever. Sam, Cas, Jack, hell even Rowena misses you.”

“If it's really serious Sam would let me know. I miss them too. Dean? Not so much.” Her words were bitter and slightly slurred.

“Liar.” Benny gave her a bland look. Rolling her eyes once more she downed her drink and got up.

“I’m going to bed. Just remember that you are here because I brought you out of Purgatory where dickhead Dean had sent you. I have blood for you, and I need back up. I don’t need a fang therapist.” With her curt statement, she brushed past him and headed upstairs.

Benny just shook his head. All he had to do was get her there, to the bunker. The others would help keep her around a little longer than usual. He turned, following her to her room.

“Come on, it’s Jack’s birthday, and they have a case they need you for. Y/n/n, come on,” he pleaded, his voice gentle.Y/n halted and sighed, her shoulders falling and with that, he knew she had caved.

“Gas the jet. We will be there tomorrow morning. Just-just, leave the Dean thing alone Benny. I mean it.” Nodding with an understanding smile he turned back to the living room to inform Sam of their pending arrival.

Y/n flopped on her bed with a heavy sigh and thought about how many years this had been going on, the Winchester War. All she ever wanted was for him to be happy, truly happy. That’s all anyone ever wants for the one they love, even if it does end up making you miserable and bitter.

This was going to be fun.

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snowbellewells · 6 years

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Run to Me (in the Dead of Night)

I’m so sorry that this is a few days late! A certain savior and pirate were not working with my muse and I had a lot of grading to do besides. I hope you will still enjoy and I’ll endeavor to get the next chapter to you on time.

As always, I’d love to hear what you think!!

And once again, I just can’t thank @wingedlioness enough for this beautiful, gorgeous banner. I love it so much!!

chapter eight ~ come and light my eyes

by: @snowbellewells

Looking at the frilly, cream-colored curtains in the upstairs room Ruby and her Granny have given her at their B&B, Belle finally found herself able to pull in a deep, calming breath, trying to reassure herself that all will work out right in the end. The material over the partially open window fluttered in the brisk, chil air and she found herself wanting to walk over, stick her head out and breath in huge lungfuls of the fresh breeze, so long contained in the close dark of Regina’s prisons, both pre-curse and during it, that now she had a moment to reflect on the change Belle could not get enough of the open sky and simple freedom.

She turned to the women with her, Ruby, whom she somehow already felt a kinship toward, as she and her brother had been the ones to finally set her free, and Snow White herself, princess turned schoolteacher, who still took a bit of getting used to - the Crown Princess of the realm wishing to be her friend was a bit stunning - but who seemed to be anxiously awaiting her opinion and to see if there were anything she could do to make Belle more comfortable.

“It’s lovely,” Belle offered, not sure what else to say. Anything would be an improvement on the sparse, cement abode with a mere cot to sleep on that she had spent 28 years inhabiting, and the safety of being somewhere not under either the Evil Queen or Rumplestiltskin’s control was all that truly concerned her. She was mostly just grateful her friend had helped her to find lodging at all, though she had no money to pay for it or any idea what she was doing in this odd “Land Without Magic” so different from the Enchanted Forest she had known. Her fingers were already itching to find books on the history and makeup of this new realm. Her mind and curiosity, which had for so long been starved, were finally able to dig in and learn at her pleasure once more.

“Thank you, so much,” she added, looking to Ruby, though the tall, leggy brunette was already waving away her gratitude with an easy grin. “You didn’t have to do this for me, on top of giving me my life back. How will I ever repay you?”

“No need for that, honest!” Ruby answered quickly. “We almost never have all our rooms claimed. You can tell,” she gestured to the open window, “that Granny was airing it out because it had been empty for quite a while.”

Belle still shook her head, incredibly touched by the kindness and generosity of the woman who stood before her, even - to her own embarrassment - as she tried once more to explain that she’d find some way to pay them back or return the favor, she felt her eyes filling up with tears at Ruby and her Granny’s caring. She couldn’t be sure if it was because she’d had so little human contact at all for so many years, or if it was the gentle concern and friendship she was being offered over the brute force and callous mistreatment she had suffered, but Belle was more than a bit overwhelmed and almost beyond words.

In this case, it was the former princess Snow White who seemed to know better what to do. The pixie-haired women beside her offered an understanding half-smile, reaching over to give her a light one-armed hug. She searched Belle’s eyes, as if genuinely hoping to determine if she had overstepped her bounds, and then offered sweetly, “It’s a lot, believe me. We all understand. Everyone here was lost, scared, and confused when the curse first broke. We’ve all had a bit of time to acclimate though, and we were living every day lives in this world. You don’t have any of that to fall back on. Give yourself some time. You’ll get there. And you can always call on us.”

Ruby nodded along enthusiastically - her agreement clearly total. “That’s right. We’re all in this together now. Besides, I can’t even imagine how strange all this modern world must seem coming at you at once. Like Snow said, Regina’s curse sort of uploaded a modern persona who was at home in this place to most of our heads. You didn’t get that, so the least we can do is help where we can.”

Belle felt her shoulders lower somewhat from where they had hitched up with tension, and she released a calming breath with the two other women’s assurances. There was no sense in continuing to fight them; she needed the help and the basic human companionship, and they seemed eager to give it. “Well, I’m still much indebted to you,” she added, but I’ll gladly accept your offer. You and your Granny - and your brother too…” Here Belle paused as her cheeks flushed prettily and she glanced down at her fidgeting hands before hurrying on. “You’ve all been so good to me - more than I could possibly merit - and I’m grateful.”

Ruby shot a knowing, sidelong look at Snow upon Belle’s clear blushing at the very thought of Graham, to which the princess gave a small nod of acknowledgement and pleased smile in return. She didn’t comment though, and motioned for Ruby to carry on without teasing or drawing attention to their already flustered new friend.

The female werewolf had already determined this for herself, even as her eyes twinkled and she couldn’t completely hold back the toothy grin she gave herself. She was glad to see her adopted brother’s good heart, bravery, and honor recognized and appreciated. More than that though, she also believed that this poor woman, held prisoner for so long by the same malicious queen who had so scarred and tormented Graham, might be good for him; might be able to understand what he was still hunted by in a way neither she nor anyone else could. Perhaps they could help each other move on.

“Don’t even give it another thought!” was all she said, enthusiastically waving away any of Belle’s lingering concerns.

Snow spoke up again, an idea lighting her face as it came to her pleasantly. “You know who needs to come talk to you?” she asked Belle eagerly. “Henry!”

“Henry?” Belle’s curious brow crinkled, having not yet met the eager little boy. “Who is he?’

“My grandson,” Snow explained, warming to her idea with growing enthusiasm. “He’s Emma’s little boy. It was Henry who figured out the Evil Queen’s curse and brought Emma here to break it and set us all free. His storybrook might be just the thing for you to look at - it has all of our stories, and he’d be thrilled to show it to you. I took a few personal days off from school, but I’m still set to pick Henry up from there this afternoon. I could bring him by and you could meet him. Looking through those stories would help you get a sense of who’s who here, and maybe even remind you of some of your own tale.”

Not surprisingly, Belle looked excited by the plan as well. “That would be wonderful!” she enthused. “Are you sure he wouldn’t mind?”

Snow shook her head vigorously. “Of course not. He’ll love it! And I’ll clear it with Emma so she knows where he is and won’t worry.”

With a decisive nod, Belle returned her new friend’s smile. “Then it’s a plan!” she affirmed.

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David and Graham had followed the hidden passage all the the way to Regina’s family vault in the cemetery and found nothing. Though they benefited from knowing the tunnel was there and could at least be somewhat prepared if she tried to attack them by surprise, it wasn’t as though they could completely block the entrance point from someone who wielded magic. Regina could certainly apparate herself wherever she chose. Still, they at least knew a point she might choose and could be on the lookout. It might also serve as an extra exit if they needed to get out of the office in a hurry or try to do some surveillance on the Mills mother and daughter team of terror.

Despite all that, it wasn’t really the helpful break in their search or the advantage on Regina they had hoped they might find. Regardless, not much else was going to come from their standing in the dark, all too close to the Evil Queen’s probable lair, except for her appearing and catching them when they had no magical firepower of their own, nor even a game plan to defend themselves. Turning to head back the way they had come, both men began retracing their steps through the passageway back toward town.

Thankfully, their return walk was as uneventful as their trip out, and by the time they were once more at the sheriff station, it was time to lock up for the night. After doing so, they headed toward Granny’s, knowing that was where they were likely to find their friends and family members at this late dinner hour, and both of them were more than ready to eat besides. However, as they stepped into the enclosed courtyard outside the diner, David reached out to place a hand on Graham’s shoulder, asking him to stop just a second.

“What is it?” the sheriff asked, curiously looking at his realm’s once-Prince with an arched brow, not sure what he might have in mind.

Charming, who was now long since more comfortable as plain David Nolan, seemed to flounder for a moment before he could speak. He held the former Huntsman’s gaze steadily, but his mouth opened, then closed again silently before he could force out the words. When he finally did, the guilt and pained gratitude painted across his face was clearly recognizable. “What my wife told you earlier? About the debt we owe you? How you spared her life and then paid horribly for it? It’s true. I owe you more thanks than I could ever give you as well. If not for your mercy, I would have lost my True Love forever. That’s a fate I cannot comprehend. Not only that, we would never have had Emma. My daughter exists because you spared Snow’s life, and then - even when Regina held your heart - you helped me to escape her dungeons to find Snow and wake her from the sleeping curse.”

Graham shook his head, looking embarrassed by the praise; in fact, he seemed almost unable to meet David’s earnest eyes. “I don’t know about all of that. It seems that you and Snow White would always have found each other, no matter what.”

The shepherd monarch shrugged good naturedly, but he still gave the other man’s shoulder a lingering squeeze before he released his grip. “Be that as it may, I can’t quite believe we would have managed all our close calls and reunions without even more cost, if not for your aid.”

“Please, your Majesty,” Graham pressed, bowing his head slightly and continuing to look more than a bit flustered and overwhelmed with the Prince’s gratitude than he knew how to take in stride. “Think no more of it. What else could I do? She was innocent, and even at the risk of her own life, she still thought only of her people rather than herself. When the chance came to free you, to let you reach her in time and save her once more… well, I couldn’t do otherwise. You were every bit as worthy and true as your princess; neither of you merited the terrible fate Regina had in store. Not only was I merely doing what was right, it also gave me a small moment of defiance, of acting as myself against her rule, after what I feared would be unending darkness in her clutches.”

David seemed to be the one who was embarrassedly uncertain of the honor bestowed on him by those words of his humble but noble former subject. He was visibly battling real emotion to press through and offer his final words on the matter; his voice intense and determined to make the man before him, who had given up so much for David’s family, who had not even been able to remember his sacrifice until recently, understand. “Clearly neither of us wants to dwell on painful moments of the past, nor have someone lavish praises on us for only acting as we felt we must. Just know that I consider myself at your service, Huntsman. I recognize the price you paid, and the life I now enjoy, which would have been lost twice over without your heroism. Snow and I will always be in your corner if you have need of us.”

Shaking his head in reluctant acquiescence, knowing he was not going to convince the other man to forget what he felt he owed Graham left the matter at that. In truth, he was touched that they, his monarchs, would be so appreciative and hold him in enough esteem to wish to return the favor. In some small way, it did his mending psyche at least a modicum of good to know that something worthwhile had come from his imprisonment, from the scars he had borne and still harbored within. He could see that at least it hadn’t been for naught.

By then, both men were sufficiently discomfited and ended the exchange with a clasped, firm handshake before heading into the diner to reunite with the rest of the group. The reciprocal understanding and newly cemented alliance was not forgotten, but it was not something which needed continual restatement with further words.

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Meanwhile in the ramshackle forest cabin where Emma and Killian had taken refuge, the evening chill had begun to retreat from the warmth of the newly started fire in the hearth, flickering light from it patterned the walls of rough-hewn log almost cozily in spite of the tense events they had weathered and the emotions pulsing vividly between them, silent but inescapable, and Emma felt, nearly stealing the breath from her lungs.

Killian’s eyes sought her out, honing in on her with a focus that left her frozen in his intense azure stare, unable to move, or speak, for a second absolutely certain that this must be how he stalked and caught his prey in his wolf form. Whatever quarry he was after must find itself transfixed by that predatory gaze and not even find the will to run for its life. Blinking almost dumbly, Emma tried to shake her wits back into gear, mouth dry and opening and closing uselessly as she attempted both to escape Killian’s ensnaring eyes but not completely flounder at the beauty of the rest of him on display before her in the glow of the firelight.

She lifted the quickly cooling washcloth and bottle of peroxide she clutched in each hand apologetically, not at all sure what to do with herself or the simple items she’d found to hopefully help him. Though Killian did still sport a shoulder almost completely purpled with dark bruising and a clearly gaping wound where the silver bullet had passed clear through, it was already knitting itself back together and had nearly ceased bleeding. Though there was a disturbingly reddened slash down his deliciously distracting - ‘no, Emma, stop right there!’ she chided herself internally - furred chest, where she knew Gold had practically sliced him open to get to his heart, it too was already closed, looking tender but no longer life-threatening as it had appeared when she’d burst in upon the scene in the clearing. His whole torso sported various smaller gashes and cuts, but when she thought of what had almost happened, and that possibility made her swallow down a shuddery breath of a sob, none of them were as horrible as she had frankly expected him to bear.

He did still have a thin trail of blood running down that arm to his maimed left hand, however. Finally settling on a focus where she could do some good, Emma stepped forward hesitantly, but still nearer with each pace, drawn to him despite her fear of somehow injuring him further, of getting herself so entangled that she couldn’t pull away, of caring for this man so much more than she had ever intended. When she stood before him at last, her eyes did flick to his waist, taking in every bit of him as he stood there exposed and seeming more than a little frozen himself. Doggedly, she drug her eyes back to Killian’s mouth curved to give her a more gently subtle version of his knowing smirk, and tried to ignore the tell tale heat of the blush spreading over her cheeks and down her neck and chest.

When she took his wrist, Killian offered her his arm, holding it out willingly at her unspoken request. Gently, she brought the cloth to his skin, cleaning gingerly at the dried blood. Though he winced a bit, Killian didn’t flinch away and stood still for her ministrations, watching her with something akin to tender though stunned disbelief. Emma found herself wondering what had happened to him in the past, about the loss to match her own and then some that she could read in the depths of his blue eyes, just how long he had been alone, and if he genuinely was as unused to someone caring for him when he was hurt as he appeared to be. Her own lonely heart went out to his in that moment, understanding more clearly than ever just why she might be so drawn to his side.

When the long cut was a last cleansed to her satisfaction, Emma tossed the washcloth to the side and unscrewed the cap on the bottle of hydrogen peroxide. Biting her lip uncertainly, she glanced up in a bit of warning to say, “This might sting a bit,” before pouring a healthy amount over the gash in his forearm to prevent infection.

Killian hissed in a sharp bit of air, looking at her with a surprised expression as he exclaimed, “Ah! Bloody hell, what is that?”

Emma snorted at his reaction. “It’s just peroxide - and quite a waste at that, seeing how much I got on the floor and that you seem to pretty much heal yourself anyway.”

Reaching for the towel she’d also brought in with her, she dabbed away at the excess moisture as Killian’s frame seemed to relax once again. Before he could protest that she needn’t worry herself or that it wasn’t necessary, she studied the treated gash a bit longer before she slowly, deliberately leaned over his forearm still cradled in her grasp, to press her lips along the marred skin. Slowly, while her mouth still lingered tantalizingly, she looked up to meet his breathless gaze through her fluttering lashes.

Her patient’s eyes widened almost comically as she did so, nearly panting as if he were suddenly as breathless as she felt. If he were in his wolf form, she almost felt his tail would have been wagging. The conjured image made her bold, willing to give him the raw truth as much as she would normally hide it away. Straightening, Emma reached to brush the fringe of dark hair that had fallen across his forehead back with delicate fingers before finally whispering hoarsely. “In all honesty though, Jones. I thought I’d lost you there for a minute.” Emma didn’t love how scratchily raw and agonized her voice sounded just then, didn’t easily let loose this much emotion, worry and fear for someone who could so easily break her if she let him. Yet, she didn’t have any choice. She couldn’t withhold it from him. Killian needed to know she cared, and somewhere in the depths of her own being, Emma felt she needed to be able to care that much, to give herself to someone without having to hold back.

Killian brought his right hand up to cup her cheek warmly, looking as if there were so many things he wanted to say in response that he didn’t know where to start. His strong fingers caressed along her jaw and Emma leaned her head into his touch, simply enjoying the contact for several blissful seconds. Her eyes closed and she hummed in pleasure under her breath, wanting to savor the moment, the goodness, after such fear that it had nearly been taken from her.

She had to finish though, or she might never get it said. Blinking back moisture from her eyes, Emma finally managed, “No, Killian, I mean it. I’ve lost enough in my life. I can’t...I can’t lose you too.” Her voice wavered pitifully to her own ears, but Emma bit her lip and held the tears back, turning her face into his hand as if trying to absorb his warmth and hide within the comfort he provided.

Coaxing her back to meet his eyes, Killian offered a crooked smile, indeed touched and more than a bit overcome himself. He couldn’t have even let himself hope this tough, guarded woman he’d first felt himself pulled toward would come to care that much for him, the gift of such affection was something he’d long believed would never be his again. “Oh Swan,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead, “you don’t have to worry about me. I’m a survivor.”

She huffed out a breath at his shaky attempt at humor. Shaking her head, she opened her mouth to argue, not at all ready to joke about the close call or to picture him not surviving.

“Besides,” and now his crooked smile turned a bit wicked, teasing her playfully and relieving the intensity between them, “you clearly have my back.”

She cackled almost breathlessly at his humor, the charged moment breaking as he waggled his brows playfully. Smirking, she arched her own in flirtatious comeback, responding gratefully to the lightened mood. Her hands snaked around his wiry frame, tracing up his muscled back, lovingly caressing old, healed over scars and the tight contours of his heated body before slipping lower to squeeze his rump in her roaming hands. “And what a nice back it is,” she winked in return.

“Is that so?” he chuckled, looking more than a bit flushed and pleased with himself as he swept in, taking his turn to pull her closer and trace her curves.

And then, as though a match had been struck, the fuel between them ignited. The heartfelt confessions gave way to assurance that let them plunge forward. Hands grasping, mouths melding, the physical caught up to the emotional as they tumbled to the floor before the fireplace, tangled together on the blanket Killian had dropped, finding exactly the type of healing they both needed.

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sithlordintraining · 6 years

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When A Man Loves A Woman

A/N: This is a story about a girl and broken relationships. Y/F/N= Your father’s name.

tagged: @rebeccamaximoff @hoe-for-kylo

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Summary: Greaser Kylo Ren fell in love with good girl Rey Kenobi over the summer. When they unexpectedly discover they’re now in the same high school, will they be able to rekindle their romance? OF COURSE, with a little help from their friends and some singing. But that was Junior year, can their love really stand the course of Senior year, college applications, and other teenage problems?

Kylo dragged his feet through the door. The sound of laughter could be heard coming from the kitchen. He saw the smoky air and knew it had to be boy’s night. The different, but deep, laughter from Han, Chewie, and Lando continued without even catching a breath. Kylo thought he was in the clear, halfway up the stairs, until the short middle-aged woman appeared. “Ben, is that you?” Leia called. “Yeah.” He croaked. The doorbell rang and he was asked to get it. He rolled his eyes and swung the door open. It was two people he really didn’t want to see: Uncle Luke and Mr. Kenobi. A blush hit his face immediately as the two men cut their conversation to greet him. “Hi, Mr. Kenobi, Uncle Luke.” He mumbled. The men moved passed him. “Oh Ben, are you going to join us so I can get you back for skipping History?” Luke joked. Mr. Kenobi gave him a judging look. It wasn’t a secret that Rey’s father wasn’t the biggest fan of Kylo nor the relationship, especially since he always saw it as him weighing Rey down. “I-I don’t know, I have homework.” And began to sneak his way upstairs.

It seemed like a good ten minutes before he was being called again. Rolling his eyes, he made his journey downstairs to see his mother with her hands on her hips. “Yes, mom.” He groaned. “Ben, we have guests, that’s rude to not say hello. Go in there right now.” She pointed. His large form slid past her as she went to open the door that was yet again ringing. Entering the smoky kitchen, Han, Chewie, and Lando greeted him with a loud roar. “THERE HE IS!” Han smiled. “Come on and play with your dad.” Han pulled him closer. “Oh no, Han. I taught him, he’s mine.” Lando pulled. “Just choose so I can whip you already!” Luke yelled fixing himself a drink. “Look who’s here!” Leia’s voice rang out. “Y/N!” Kylo got out of the men’s hold and over to his best friend. His large arms wrapped around her tightly. “Thank you for saving me.” He whispered into her hair. You just laughed at his dramatics. “Looks like you’re the superhero now, Moonbeam.” Mr. L/N chuckled. Kylo removed himself to greet him. “Y/F/N, let me introduce you to Obediah Kenobi.” Han beckoned. “Obediah, Y/F/N; Obi here is the lead doctor at Hoth Hospital and Y/F/N is the country’s best defense attorney.” The two men greeted each other and humbly denied what Han said was true. “And this is my daughter Y/N.” Your father put his hands on your shoulders. “You attend Hoth as well?” The man shook your hand with a firm handshake. “Yes,” You smiled. He looked at you and Kylo before retorting “If I would’ve known, I would’ve told Rachel to come so you could have a friend.” But you didn’t catch on because you were trying to figure who Rachel was. “Rachel?” Your arched brows furrowed. “Rey,” Kylo whispered. You didn’t mean to laugh but you did and it came off disrespectful. “I-I I’m so sorry, I just, I just thought it was Rey and that’s it. I’m surprised, but it’s ok, I have a friend.” You turned to Kylo. “Thanks for the concern.” You smiled, eyes widening realizing how disrespectful this whole conversation was becoming. But now you realized where Rey got her snooty attitude from. “Oh, I like her! Princess, you play poker? Because my team needs a mouth like that.” Lando called you over. Everyone laughed except for Mr. Kenobi and the hidden one from your father. “No sorry. She’s grounded hopefully you need some help around here?” Mr. L/N asked Leia. “Good!” Leia pulled at both the teenagers. “You can help Ben clean out the basement, so next time, they play down there.” They couldn’t even reply before they were shoved in the basement.

“Oh, this is the famous whirlpool!” Y/N exclaimed causing Leia to snort. “What?!” “Benji wouldn’t stop raving about it.” You shrugged nonchalantly. The tips of his ears turned red and poked out underneath his raven hair. “Really? Yet he has yet to do any of his own laundries.” “MOM!” She shushed him as you giggled like a child. “Oh, that’s a pretty necklace you have there.” Leia walked towards Y/N who began to beam. “Thanks, Mrs. Solo. My boyfriend gave it to me for Christmas. He couldn’t wait.” Both she and Leia giggled. “Sounds about right, Han couldn’t even wait a day after he picked up the ring.” She smiled at her hand and Y/N gushed about how beautiful it was. From the corner, Kylo watched with warm eyes, his best friend and mother talking about wedding rings. A strange feeling was whirling in his stomach at the sight. “Yeah, we are waiting for this one to ask for it for Rey.” This quickly pulled Kylo out of his gaze as he concentrated on your face, he expected to see some type of disgust or disappointment but instead, you were just happy.

Some time had passed between then and now, Leia stood on the stops patrolling the two teens like a warden. “I’ll be back, you two. Behave!” Leia said leaving her post. Kylo waited until he could hear his mother’s footsteps before asking you the question that’s been gnawing at the back of his mind.”W-why are you grounded?” You turned to see him staring at you. You chuckled a little before starting: “After the match on Tuesday, we all went out to eat and then the movies and I went past curfew.” You laughed but Kylo didn’t find this funny. “Y/N, I don’t think you should be joking about Juney getting you in trouble.” He stated. Your (y/e/c) eyes shined in front of him. “It wasn’t like that. He rushed me home and I didn’t have my key so he rushed me to Daddy’s firm and apologized for making me late and it was only five minutes past. It was so funny. Even Daddy thought so! He told Juney every day for every minute. But, it’s nothing serious. If it was, do you think I would be here?” You questioned him and he just shook his head. “Look what I found!” You were peering into a box. Kylo came up to you as your revealed two colorful recorders. A wide smile spread across his face; taking the red one, he blew the dust off. “I can’t believe you still have these, especially mine.” Your eyes scanned the plastic instrument. Your heart tugged and you didn’t know if it was from happiness that he kept it or sadness because you gave it to him before you moved away when you were younger. (Y/e/c) eyes looked up solemnly. “I’m sorry Benji. I didn’t want to leave you.” You sighed.

Kylo sat on a sturdy box as his mind drifted to that day you two were practicing for the Christmas show. It was in this basement when Han came down to tell the kids to stop and Y/N’s mother wanted to see her. You gave him your recorder and told him ‘you’d be back’. He watched you, unknowingly, climb those stairs for the last time. He waited for you, recorders in hand until Han called for him and told her she wasn’t going to come back. Apart of him felt that his resentment towards his father came from her. From the first time Han scolded his strong attachment to the girl, that moment seemed like Han finally getting his way and removing Y/N from his life. As time went on, he became insecure, her being his only friend, he thought she did this; that it was her fault. But it was proven wrong every time she came back, yet he still couldn’t shake that feeling. So when those words came out her mouth, he knew that the situation was bigger than both of them. They were just children, even still. Standing from his spot he sauntered towards her. His large hand enveloped hers as they both felt their heart beat against each other’s chest. “It’s not your fault.” His breath fanned against her cheek. “But you can do me the honor of playing ‘Jingle Bells’ with me.” A toothy smile made his eyes shine brightly in this dim room and you swore this was the happiest you’ve seen him. “Okay,” you nodded.

“What is that sound?” Han asked the guys who just ignored it. “No,” He hushed them. “I know that sound.” Han became paranoid the more the high-pitch squeals rejoiced. Everyone else thought maybe it was a busted pipe but soon the sound came together to be an off-putting Christmas song. “No one look!” Slamming his cards down he made his way to the basement where he saw the two teens smiling as they butcher ‘We Wish You A Merry Christmas’. It reminded him of when they were children, that smile was quickly wiped away as an off-note screeched through the air. “ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT! Don’t start this again!” Han startled them. “Come on upstairs, no more concerts.” He told them and waited for them to follow him. As the three of them made upstairs, they saw Luke, Mr. Kenobi, and Mr. L/N getting up. “Oh did you lose money that fast?” Han joked. “My wife just called, they need me at the hospital.” Rey’s father said. “I’m broke.” Luke shrugged. “Sounds like my daughter has caused enough trouble down there so, we should be going.” Your father said. You waved goodbye to the men in the kitchen and the ones in the hallway. “Tell your mom I said bye, Benji.” You wrapped your small arms around his middle as he pulled you into him closer, cherishing this moment. You pulled back and tugged on his hair. “OW!” “You need a haircut.” You teased. “Thank you, kid. I’ve been telling him that.” Han joked. Kylo watched as his dad let everyone out before his attention was on him. “Come hang with us in the kitchen.” Han dropped his arm around his son.

With his hands in his pocket, Kylo went along with his father. “Where is Mom?” He questioned. “She went to get us some cakes from Dex’s, join us before she scolds you for not cleaning.” He patted his son’s shoulder. Kylo dropped both recorders on the table and just stared at them. Lando began to deal the cards. “You alright there kid?” He asked. “Yeah.” Kylo nodded. The silence set in once more as they looked at their cards. His Uncle Chewie was the first time to initiate the conversation. “So Rey is your girlfriend, right?” Ben nodded. “And Y/N is your friend.” “Best friend.” Kylo corrected. Chewie just shook his head. “How long have you two been together?” Chewie asked. “All my life.” Kylo mumbled. The three men looked at each other knowing that, that was not the girl they were asking about. “How’d you two meet?” Lando asked. “We went to preschool together. She was my first friend, my only friend.” He picked up the top card from the deck. “Do you remember how you met her?” Chewie asked. “No…she’s just been there for as long as I could remember.” The corner of his lips tugged up. “She almost drowned,” Han said. Kylo’s eyes looked up at his father. “What?” “They asked how you met, she almost drowned, you met Rey because you saved her from drowning,” Han said as everyone’s eyes were on the boy. It was in that moment he finally realized, they weren’t talking about you.

“Ben,” He turned to his left to look at him. “Do you want to start from the beginning or just all the recent stuff?” Uncle Chewie inquired. Soft brown eyes looked at the man in front of him, his father, for a right answer. Han nodded. So Kylo spilled everything, from every little fight with Rey to all the big ones with you; he talked about homecoming, Juney, the party, Thanksgiving, everything! The game was long forgotten as the men listened to him. “Sounds to me like your mind’s made up,”Chewie said. “Loud and clear.” Lando squeaked. “You’re in love with Y/N.” Kylo looked up with unconvincing eyes as he shook his head no. “Yes!” Chewie and Lando said in unison. He looked down before asking the inevitable. “What do I do?” His lips were bright pink as he bit back the tears that threatened to fall. And of course, his gaze fell on Han. “Well, I think it’s time everyone goes home.” Han stood up collecting the poker supplies. Lando and Chewie groaned because they knew the conversation was only going to get serious once they left. Sending Kylo good luck, they left. Kylo just remained in his seat as his father silently cleaned up.

“If you’re going to yell at me, I’m not in the mood,” Kylo spoke bluntly. Han froze giving his son a look, he wanted to scold him but seeing those now bloodshot eyes and how the situation affected him, he couldn’t. “I can’t tell you what to do.” Han sighed. “Next year, you’ll be in college and a job, you’ll be a man. And the only thing I can do is prepare for you to be a good one.” Kylo watched as his father leaned against the counter. “You know you’re the only guy I know that liked someone for almost the same amount of time they’ve been living?” Han joked to lighten the mood, but it didn’t work. “Look, kid, I know I’m hard on you when it comes to her but I didn’t think of it as something…this serious. Right now, you’re in the worst position because of Rey. It’s been a year and you two have been so steady and since the arrival of Y/N I don’t see or hear about Rey from you at all.” Han told Kylo. “We aren’t the same.” Kylo shook his head. “I thought being with her would make me better, the person everyone wanted me to be because everyone hates who I’ve become. Rey is constantly trying to get me to be someone I’m not! And then there is Y/N who just makes me feel like I don’t have to be anyone but myself. Her and Juney are so real with each other, they take each other and all flaws. And I-I just want that, I want something real and I want it with her!” The tears streamed down Kylo’s reddening face. Han rubbed circles on his son’s back. “Well, there’s no winning in this. You can either keep hurting yourself and stay quiet, or speak up, but others might get hurt too.” Kylo looked up at his dad. Footsteps could be heard approaching before Leia appeared. “Where did everybody go?” She held the layered chocolate cake in her hand and then gave Han the evil eye. “Why’d you make my big boy cry?!”

P.S.: Can you tell I’m growing into someone who isn’t affected by past relationships?

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cosmicmadwoman · 7 years

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Adam and Eve Chapter Eight: Ghost of High School’s Past

Summary: The Jones men find out the truth about Scott, Betty looks in Cheryl’s closet.

Rated: M

Word Count: 4565

Note: This chapter doesn’t move the plot forward much, just a little treat for FP/Alice shippers. Next chapter will start to reveal some stuff!

Alice clenched her hands together and waited patiently for her daughters’ responses. Their wheels were turning, she may be a tough mother but she knows her kids; Betty balled her hands into fists and Polly lifted her head to the ceiling with her mouth agape when they thought intensely.

Before this very moment, she never admitted out loud that the son she gave birth to at age sixteen was not her high school sweethearts, but the tired, sad and lost boy from the Southside. He was that one piece of her that she couldn’t shake when she tried to desperately to leave behind where to grew up and migrate to the middle class of Riverdale. Hal was her ticket out, but FP, the dark haired boy that smelled like cigarettes and campfires, always reminded her of home.

When Betty brought home Jughead Jones, Alice couldn’t help but smile sadistically at the irony. Jones boys always had a way with the Cooper women, Alice thought.

The girls must have noticed her smirk, because Betty pressed, “Why are you smiling? Is this funny to you?”

Alice shook her head and looked at Betty’s green eyes, mirrors of her own, and now; her daughter knew just how alike they really were. She tried to keep eye contact with her, but the watering eyes of her daughter broke her heart. “No, it’s not funny. It’s a mistake I made as a teenager, cheating on you father. It’s something I’ve had to live with.”

“Does dad know?” Polly asked softly.

“No,” Alice answered quickly, “and I would like us to keep it that way. We are just putting the broken pieces of are family back together. It won’t make a difference now anyway. No need to drudge up the past.”

“Drudge up the past? Scott isn’t ‘a past.’ He’s a person. Speaking of which, FP is a person too. He deserves to know he has another son out there,” Betty said.

“You propose I visit him in jail?” Alice’s tone was mocking, but Betty nodded.

“And I have to tell Jughead,” Betty said determined, standing up and grabbing her coat from the hanger in the hallway connected to the sitting room. Alice stood up with her and followed her closely, her chunky heels clacking behind Betty like an axe murderer on a summer camp counselor.

“This is not your secret to tell, Elizabeth. Do not get Jughead involved,” Alice spoke firmly.

“Jughead has a brother. We share a brother. I’m telling him and there’s nothing you can say to stop me,” Betty challenged her mother, the two blond woman stepping closer to one another, the strong rigid jaws of their anger waiting to see who would crack first.

“If you leave this house, you’re not welcome back,” Alice whispered gruffly.

Betty’s eyes flickered with fear and disappointment, how could her mother abandon another one of her children? Like it was so easy? But Betty prided herself on doing the right thing and despite the old wise tale that your parents always knew what was right, Alice was full of hate and rage Betty would never understand.

“I’ll send you a forwarding address,” Betty pursed her lips in a tight line to suppress her quivering lip. “I’ll pack a bag and be out of your hair.”

Betty bounded upstairs and Polly, hearing everything, ran after her, calling her name with a throaty whine.

She gathered only the essentials, clothes for a few days, toothbrush, deodorant and makeup, all flinging them into her paisley patterned overnight bag. Polly crashed into the room and wrapped around her from behind, almost like she was tying Betty in a straightjacket in attempts to stop her.

“Don’t leave me,” Polly begged and Betty felt a warm tear soak through the shoulder of her pale colored sweater.

Betty turned to her sister and her shoulders, “I don’t want to, Polly. But Jughead deserves to know. FP deserves to know. Jellybean too. Mom will come to her senses, just like when you were living at the Blossom house. Don’t worry, Pol. I’ll be back for Christmas,” Betty gave her a shaky smile, only half believing her words.

Polly nodded, “You are right. I remember how I felt when Mom told me… tell him. I support you.”

The two hugged, it was a deep, soul penetrating hug of understanding and being a little too grown up for their age. Polly left and Betty went with her bag slung around her arm to sneak into Cheryl’s room. She didn’t know for how long she would be gone and she had one more thing to do. On her knees, Betty waded through hundreds of shoeboxes in what used to be Polly’s closet, until she reached a shiny red box labeled prétentieux. She didn’t know what she was expecting when she flipped open the lid, blood overflowing from the top maybe, but instead, there was nothing. Mysteries were always full of dead ends.

Betty flicked off the light and passed her mother in the hall, going through the door with her phone in her hand, already texting Jughead: are you at the trailer?

Yeah, how did things go with your brother? His response came quickly like he was waiting for updates.

I need to come see you. I’ll be over in 10. Betty put her phone back on her pocket, not wanting to have him ask and having to explain just what the hell was going on over text. He deserved better than that. He deserved better than all of this.

Polly walked to her mother who still stood at the door, frozen watching Betty walk down the sidewalk and out of view.

“I hoped you would have learned better than to kick your children to the curb when you can’t handle them anymore,” Polly said in her ear, the words ringing painful and Alice’s brain.

Alice didn’t turn, so Polly went up the stairs and slammed the door loudly enough, making sure it’s wooden bang rang throughout the house and into her mother’s pounding head. She didn’t flinch. Alice Cooper had spent her entire life running from the Southside and what it contained, the crushed dreams, the dreariness and depression; but all of those things consumed her no matter wherever she filed her taxes, Southside blood ran in her veins.

The Cooper matriarch didn’t tell anyone she was leaving the house, not that anyone would care. She alienated everything she worked for, two beautiful daughters and a husband with enough money to give her security. And yet, just like that night her and Hal asked her to go steady, she found herself running back to FP.

Sheriff Keller was surprised to see Alice inquiring about FP Jones and wanting to see him. Everything to write for the paper had already be written surrounding FP and his involvement in Jason Blossom’s murder. But Alice Cooper being Alice Cooper, she just have a charming, stepford smile and Keller is compelled to trust her.

FP was lying on his flat mattress and it looked like he was reading something. The paperback was curled in his hands and Alice tickled her knuckles against the bars to get his attention. His dark eyebrows quirked and he sat up in a manner that made Alice feel like he was trying to impress her with straight posture.

“Welcome to my home, Mrs. Cooper,” FP sweeped his hands in a grand gesture around the concrete cell and stood up to lean on the bars in front of her. She stepped back slightly a smooth her floral blazer. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

Alice pulled the folding chair from the corner to sit in front of the bars and sat before him. “I want to play a memory game,” Alice began, “I’m going to say a date and you tell me what happened that day.”

“Is this an interrogation?” FP smirked from above her and grasped the bars. Alice noticed the muscles in his forearms straining and his calloused hands.

“I love games, FP. You of all people should remember that,” Alice said. FP stayed silent and shifted his weight to his left foot.“May 31st, 1994.”

The dark haired man snorted and shrugged, “I don’t know. 1994 is the year we graduated.”

“Correct. It’s the day we graduated,” Alice confirmed. “May 14th, 1992.”

“This is crazy, woman.”

“Hal’s senior prom, where you caught us two fighting and decided that was alright to mention to my child,” Alice answered for him.

“You’re here about that?”

There was a long pause and Alice swallowed a lump in her throat before she said, “February 29th, 1992.”

FP suddenly crouched down and looked her in the eye, level with her darkened gaze, “Why are you bringing that night up now?”

He remembered. She could tell my the boyish look in his eye bringing her back to that night.

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Alice was just asked to be Hal Cooper’s girlfriend she should’ve been over the moon and around the stars, but instead she felt a hollowness. And maybe it was the fear of unfamiliarity, and maybe it was a grasp for a past she wanted to rid herself from, but she found herself at the Jones trailer at the other side of the park. And there she found FP Jones, opening the door to greet her in ripped jeans and no shirt.

“Wanna hit the playground?” Alice asked, leaning on the door frame. She could hear the faint arguing of his parents in their corner room in the background. He closed the door gently behind him.

“Aren’t you supposed to be with that dink Cooper tonight? The whole park is talking about how one of us is going with a rich boy,” FP’s face showed disgust and Alice smirked at his display of possible jealousy.

“He dropped me off already,” Alice replied, her eyes trailing down his naked chest. Northside boys were hot too, but they’ll never have the rugged darkness and sexiness Southside boys had. “I’m his girlfriend now.”

FP shrugged, “Okay.”

“I think we should go drink at the playground like we used to,” Alice offered.

The kids in the trailer park hung out together a lot of the time, especially growing up as they were all so close in proximity and age. FP and Alice were never best friends or anything, but they spent enough time together where the request was only odd because it would just be the two of them.

“One last time before you move to the darkside?” FP chuckled at his joke, all of Riverdale believed the Southside was the dark side, not the North.

“Something like that.”

“Give me a sec.” FP slipped back into the trailer and she heard soft clanking; probably stealing from his parent’s liquor stash. They always had enough. He reemerged with a bottle of tequila, a shirt and a grin. He was still wearing his slippers when they started walking to the playground at the edge of the park.

It was nothing grand, there was a swing set, metal monkey bars and wooden tunnels that sat on top of a crumbling structure. The town never vowed to clean it up like the Northside playground when it was unsafe.

The teens climbed wordlessly up to the top of the monkey bars and sat with their feet dangling below them. It was cloudy that night with no stars hanging in the sky. FP untwisted the tequila cap and took a swig, noticeably trying to hide a wince. He passed it to Alice who did the same.

“Let’s play a game,” Alice offered, taking one more slug before passing it back between FP. She couldn’t help but think her lips touched where his just were.

FP scoffed, “What are we? Five?”

“Truth or dare.”

A deviant smirk crept up onto FP’s young, fresh face. “Oh. That kind of game. You have a boyfriend now, Ms. Alice, you shouldn’t be playing naughty games with boys from the trailer park.” FP liked the age-old sin of coveting your neighbor’s wife, especially when your neighbor was a middle class white yuppie and his girlfriend was hot and her hair was golden like a wheat field. He may have the money, but he was sure Alice and Hal never talked like this to one another.

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” Alice shrugged. “So, truth or dare FP Jones.”

FP looked thoughtful for a moment and replied, “Truth.”

Alice rolled her eyes. “Boring. Okay, tell me, how many girls have you had sex with?”

“Two,” FP answered slowly, gaging Alice’s reaction, and it was unimpressed and disbelieving. “Okay, fine, one. This girl Gladys. Her parents just moved to the park and she’s pretty and we got to kissing and talking and it happened. I’ve seen her around, but she doesn’t look at me.”

“So you’ve only had sex once,” Alice giggled. “Hal and I must have done it a million times by now.”

“Shut up. It’s your turn. Truth or dare?”

Alice leaned in closer to FP, smelling his summer scented soap mixed with cigarettes.

“Dare,” her voice was low and heavy with expectation.

What was this girl going for? She finally had her ticket out of this hellhole and she was slinking back into it with. Was she going to kiss him? What did she want him to say?

“Kiss me,” FP grumbled hotly.

Alice felt his breath on her he was so close. She held onto the bars behind her when she pushed her body forward to kiss him. It wasn’t a peck, but a lip crushing, eyes-squeezing-shut kind of kiss. FP still had the bottle in his hands but moved it to his lap so he could grab her face and keep her there just a little longer. Hal must have taken her to Pop’s for their date because she tasted like ketchup. They eventually broke apart and Alice wiped her mouth. Her eyes were dark and wild.

“Let’s get off of here. You’re going to have sex with me,” Alice said and climbed down.

“I’m going to what?” FP clutched the alcohol tighter; he needed more liquid courage to be as brave as her. But she gave him a look, hands on her hips, and he decided this was a once in a lifetime opportunity to be with someone as beautiful as her, and he wasn’t going to sit idle as life passed him by like his parents. He dropped the bottle down for her to catch and hopped off, “Yeah, I’m going to have sex with you.”

It was late February, technically March if it wasn’t a leap year, so the ground was cold but there was no snow. Fp peeled off his jacket, he was fucking cold already, but he laid it down on the patch of gravel under the monkey bars and Alice laid down on it immediately. FP pressed his body on top of her and she groaned, loving the feel the unfamiliar weight of a different man on her. He kissed her tenderly at first, slowly, wanting to feel every crevice of her mouth and lips and drink her in like fine wine, not cheap tequila; but Alice wanted none of that. She bucked her hips upward, earning a moan from FP, and wrapped her legs around him tightly.

She kissed him back aggressively, taking control of the rhythm. She brought her hands under his shirt and on his bare back, feeling the rigid muscles tense and relax as his body went through sensory overload. She pulled his shirt over his head and his body tightened with the cold air.

“Don’t worry, I’ll warm you up,” Alice snickered and flipped them over.

She undid the button of his jeans and slid them down, his boxers following. He hissed when his cock hit the cool air, but Alice bent and took him in her mouth swiftly. He automatically let out a throaty growl and she bobbed up and down, her warm mouth cradling him. He pushed back the hair falling in front of her face and made a ponytail with his fist so he could watch her. She took him expertly and he wondered why she was wasting her time on him. She gagged and pulled back.

“You’re so much bigger than Hal, but don’t tell anyone I said that, obviously,” Alice grinned and kissed his chest right near his heart. She got off up him and sheds her tights and rolls up her body conforming skirt.

“I’m going to touch you,” FP warned gently, asking permission but also wanting to be affirmative, and dipped a finger into her panties and was surprised by how wet she was. Her heat was pulling him and he inserted his middle finger inside of her, causing her hips to rise and meet his finger’s thrusts. He took his other handed and tweaked her nipples under her coat but through her thin shirt underneath. With him still inside, he circled his thumb around the nub he only read about in his dad’s Playboy magazines. He must have learned something important, because Alice was jelly underneath his touch and she growled out his name and flooded his finger with her cum.

“Shit, FP, you’re good with your fingers,” Alice sighed, “I’ve… that’s never happened to me before.”

The black haired teen smiled widely and rolled back on top of her, pinning her to the cool ground. They wiggled awkwardly back onto the jacket and Alice shimmied out of her panties. He took the head of his cock and ran it along her inner lips, teasing her until she grabbed ahold of his length and pushed it inside of her. They both groaned at the contact. FP started to move before giving her any time to adjust. His hips were wild and against hers; he was rough and unrefined and it made Alice’s toes tingle.

“Fuck, I’m not wearing a condom,” FP panicked and tried to stop his thrusts, but he was so close he could already feel the tightening in his balls.

“Just pull out,” Alice recommend breathlessly.

She had never not worn a condom with Hal before, but Mary Andrews said her and Fred did it all the time without condoms; she just had him pull out when he was going to cum. She hadn’t gotten pregnant yet. FP pulled out a second later and shot his liquid onto the ground beside them. He quickly put his shirt back on and pulled up his pants, feeling the cold once again. Alice put herself back together, too.

“Goodbye, Forsythe,” she smiled and left, not wanting him to walk her home. That goodbye was to her childhood and to the Southside that built her. She didn’t look back or wait to hear him say anything back.

–

The silence in the room was obvious because they were both reminiscing. FP was the first to speak, “Has Hal learned how to make you cum yet?”

“FP, this is serious. You didn’t wear a condom. And, well, fuck how do I even say this?” Alice stood up and bit the edge of her nail, staring at the ground.

“Just say it,” the man’s voice sounded small and scared.

“Hal and I argued because I was pregnant. I’m sure you overheard that. I gave him, the baby, up for adoption. Hal didn’t know the whole story, though, and neither did you. I was nervous about that night we had sex, because the time frame lined up, so I took a paternity test at the hospital just to make sure,” Alice explained, her chest tightening. She never thought this would be something she had to do.

FP shook his head and his face scrunched up just like Jughead’s when he was trying to hold tears in. “Say it out loud, Alice.”

“You have a son, with me, FP. We have a son,” Alice promised herself she wasn’t going to cry, she didn’t come all this way to cry, so her face went blank.

FP wasn’t afraid to cry though. His face was serious and tough, which juxtaposed the shiny tears staining his sun spotted cheeks.

“Jesus Christ, Alice. And you fucking kept this from me? I want to meet him. Bring him here,” FP demanded, his sadness quickly morphing into rage.

“I don’t know where he is. I told Betty and Polly and thanks to your other son, they found him. I caught them making plans to meet him,” Alice said.

“Jughead knows?” Sadness returned.

“No. But… Betty insisted on telling him,” Alice shrugged, “He’ll know any minute now.”

“Maybe it’s best he hears it from her,” there was a pause between the two old lovers. They never spoke of that night after it happened, and FP swore he dreamed it anyway. Alice spent less and less time at the trailer park and when they graduated she moved in with Hal right away. Gladys finally started talking to him again, admitting that she felt awkward after they had sex, but wanted to get to know him. They went in their separate directions, but now, he knew they’re paths were forever congealed. “I hate you for this.”

Alice blinked rapidly, “You should.”

Alice delicately refolded the chair and left, the only noise was FP gently sobbing into his mattress.

–

Jughead could tell Betty had been crying during the walk over because her cheeks were especially cold and icy when he kissed her cheek. He imagined it was about Scott, that he wanted nothing to do with his birth sisters, and left the blonde Cooper girls utterly heartbroken. But instead, she almost looked sad for him, giving him sympathetic glances as she sat down on the couch. She patted the seat next to her. Jughead took it suspiciously.

“I looked through Cheryl’s closet, the shoes are missing. We will have to take another angle,” Betty said flatly. He instantly knew this isn’t what she came for, but he played along briefly.

“Not necessarily. Those shoes missing may mean she threw them out because they had blood on them,” Jughead mused. “You should text her, maybe under the guise of wanting to borrow them, ask her where they are.”

Betty shrugged and just the act or raising her shoulder seemed difficult for her. “Worth a shot, I guess.”

She pulled out her phone and text her quickly and put it back in her jacket pocket. Silence set over the trailer. Betty wondered if this trailer where her mom and Jughead’s dad conceived Scott. She shuddered at the thought, and her boyfriend took notice. Her grabbed her hand and rubbed circles around the pulse point near her thumb.

“What did you really come here to talk about?” Jughead asked gently.

“Can I see the picture of Scott you found?” Betty inquired suddenly.

Jughead nodded and pulled the laptop from the coffee table to his lep and opened it. He tapped the keyboard swiftly, made a couple of mouse clicks, and her brother was right in front of her. Jughead angled the monitor so she could see better, and there he was. Scott had thick, black locks just like Jughead, a sharp jawline like him too. How could Jughead not see that they looked a little alike? This was so freaky. Even though Betty and Jughead weren’t related, they shared a half brother that was a mixture of both of them, much like how a child between them would look like.

“Does he look like… someone?” God, how was she supposed to say this?

“Um.. you?” He looked at her incredulous, his heart thumping. What was she getting at?

“No… you, Juggie,” Betty’s eyes watered with tears.

In the back of his mind, he knew what she could possibly be referring too, but he was still at a loss. His lip was quivering, he was about to cry, “What?”

“My mom kept this from all of us,” Betty spoke softly, “Her and FP had a one night stand in high school. Scott is your brother too.”

Jugehad’s face was twisted in horror, and he pushed the laptop on the floor and curled into Betty, his head in her lap. He started crying, sobbing even, and he clutched onto her hips so harshly purple bruises began to form there. Jughead was strong for her when she found out, and she had to be strong for him too.

“Why can’t we catch a fucking break?” Jughead cried.

“I don’t know. But we are going to be okay. And you can come with us to meet him,” Betty offered.

He nodded, his head rising and looking at her in the eyes as he continued to sniffle, “I do.” Jughead paused. “Betty, make love to me. Make this go away. I want to just me you for a few minutes. No parents, no siblings; just us.”

Jughead’s eyes were puffy but their blueness shined so brightly with tears rimming his eyes. She nodded, and undid his pants. She kissed him sweetly as she stroked him softly before he sat back, just enjoying for a moment. He wanted to get lost in the rhythm of her hand. She takes it upon herself to reach into her pants and pleasure herself and prepare for Jughead. She shimmies her pants off and slides down her panties. She was about to get on him when he shook his head.

“Let’s take all of our clothes off. I need to feel your skin,” he groaned, almost in pain.

He pulled of his shirt and Betty tugged off the rest of her garments. She sank down on him and and he gritted his teeth, so overwhelmed by the feeling of his bare cock burying inside of her. He wanted to forget everything and so he closed his eyes and held onto Betty’s hips, silently guiding her, not like she needed it. Betty rode him like never before, using each other’s bodies to get lost. Betty threw her head back and Jughead took the opportunity to plop a nipple in his mouth and bite roughly. Betty rode him until she came, and used every ounce of her energy to ride him until he did too. She collapsed into his embrace. Jughead smoothed her hair back on her sweaty forehead. He was still inside her several minutes later when she eventually got off of him and layed on the couch. He cuddled into her, her back against his bare chest. The couch had little room, but the two didn’t mind because it was just another excuse to be pressed together.

“Can I stay here, Juggie? My mom said I’m not welcome home because I wanted to tell you the truth. I just need a place to stay until this blows over,” Betty asked quietly.

Betty felt Jughead nod against her shoulder. “Anytime, Betty. You don’t even have to ask.”

When sleep stated to overcome them, Betty’s phone buzzed. It was from Cheryl. Funny you should ask, those shoes are missing. I was going to ask if you are Pol took them. The redhead ended the text with the purple devil emoji. The little symbol made her gut twist. She nudged Jughead to show him, and his head fell back.

“You’re right, it was a dead end,” Jughead sighed.

“Maybe not,” Betty mused, “who else has access to Cheryl’s closet? Before she moved in with us?”

“Penelope Blossom.”

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ayyoitsalex · 7 years

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Chapter 39 - Don’t Cry

It's crazy to think that I've been with Noah for so long. With four beautiful kids, a love of my life, an amazing group of friends, and a life I wouldn't trade for anybody's. Being with Noah has been nothing short of amazing. We're coming up on being together now for twenty-four years. A lot of the time high school sweethearts don't normally pan out, but this is one of those rare exceptions. Noah has been there through every achievement and every hardship I've ever faced, and I couldn't be more grateful. This weekend we're entrusting our kids to behave for the weekend, while also caring for the baby as Noah and I go on a trip. We're headed up to San Francisco, a place I became pretty familiar with when I went to school at Cal. I took every chance I got to head into the city, and Noah's never had a chance to do it. Nothing could be better than a weekend away with the man I love! -Friday afternoon- Haley was going to check in on the kids every now and then to make sure everything was still running smooth, and in case of emergency. I loaded up the last piece of luggage I had into the car and took a breath, thinking of the times to come. The kids walked outside to see us off. "Okay now we'll be back monday, but I'll be calling every night to make sure everything is okay. You have enough food and money in case of emergency, and in case you ever need anything you can just call any one of your aunts or uncles. They'll all be here just like that." I snapped my fingers. "Okay now be good you guys." The kids all surrounded me hugging me tight. "Have fun mom, god knows you and dad deserve this." Selena smiled. I've become so proud of how well Selena has grown up, and at the same time it's disappointing that my mom couldn't have been here to see all of them. As Noah and I proceeded to get on the road, my mind slowly began wandering. It'd been a while since I'd gone on a solo trip with Noah and it made me think back to the first time I'd left the kids. -thirteen Years Ago- "BUT WHY CAN'T WE GO TOO!?" Selena argued, following me around my room as I continued to pack my bag. "It's not fair!" "Selena Joy Ryan I am not gonna discuss this right now it's already done. Daddy and I are going on this trip. Just me and daddy." Lord, Selena has been taught to be too smart too early. Damn those parenting books! "Besides you're going to have a great time with aunt Camryn and uncle Logan." "How come aunt Haley can't watch us?" Selena pouted folding her arms, finally accepting her defeat. "Well because aunt Haley is in school and can't free up her schedule for you sweetie." "That sucks!" "Selena! We don't say sucks here." I pointed sternly at her. Selena proceeded to cover her mouth. "Sorry mommy.." "Okay honey, now go downstairs so I can finish packing up." She stomped away still upset, but I let it go. I rolled my eyes and put the last bits of everything I'd need for a weekend away. In some ways it was bitter sweet because although it was going to be nice to be alone with Noah, I was sad to leave my kiddos. Noah arrived home, I was signaled by the loud screaming of the kids as he walked through the door. He walked upstairs, all the kids clinging to him in some way or another as he dragged them upstairs. Natalie and Nathan around his legs and Selena as always around his neck. "Hey babe." He smiled at me, giving me a kiss as he settled down on the bed. Seeing him to this day gives me butterflies, in the same way when I first saw him. "Have a good day at work?" I asked as I picked Nathan off of Noah's leg. He nodded and I took a seat next to him. The kids all proceeding to mob us. "So, are you guys all packed up for the weekend?" Noah asked. Selena nodded proudly thinking of how much of a big girl it made her feel. "Do you have to go daddy?" Natalie asked sweetly. Noah laughed to himself. "Yes Natalie, mommy and I are taking a trip just to two of us to celebrate." "Celebrate what?" Selena asked, taking a seat on my lap as she looked up at me. "We're celebrating the day that daddy and I got married. It's called anniversary." "Ana-who-mary?" Selena looked confused. "Aha I'll explain it to you when you're older sweetie." Noah smirked, looking at me. We heard a knock at the door, and assumed it was Camryn ready to take the kids. I was hoping it wasn't going to be too much trouble for Camryn, considering she herself was pregnant with her second kid, and Alijah wasn't taking it well, especially when they figured out it was going to be a girl.

"Helloooo?" Camryn called, letting herself in with the spare key. "I'm here to take the kiddies." "Okay we'll be right down." I answered back. "Alright, now go get your bags guys." They ran off to collect their things as I pulled our bags off the bed. Noah took the biggest one off my hands, and went to make sure the kids weren't off goofing around. I met Camryn at the bottom of the stairs and greeted her with a hug. "Thank you so much for doing this Cam, we really do appreciate it." "Don't worry about it. Logan loves the kids being around, and lord knows Alijah loves being around his best friend Nathan. Especially with the news that just broke." "Oh yeah..he's not digging that you guys are having a girl." "Aha so much so that he asked us to try it again. Hoping this time it'd be a boy." "Poor little guy haha. Have you guys thought of any names now that you know what the baby is?" "Mm we're narrowing it down, so no not yet." The kids ran down the stairs, each giving Camryn a hug and a kiss as they met her at the bottom. Nathan forgot the kiss part first, and Camryn quickly reminded him. "Hey! Come back here Nathan! You say hi properly." He scampered back. "Sorry auntie..I forgot.." He gave her a quick kiss as she leaned down to him. "Mhm that's better. Don't forget next time." "I won't." He gave her a thumbs up and walked away. "He's so cute." I rested my hand over my heart, smiling to Camryn." When Noah finished loading our bags into the car, we started to say our goodbyes to the kids. "Okay now daddy and I will be back sunday night to pick you guys up. For now you listen to whatever auntie Camryn says okay?" The kids nodded and looked at me slightly upset that we were leaving. To be honest I was kind of upset myself that I was going to be away from my little guys. I held back my emotions and gave them all hugs. "Watch out for your brother and sister okay Selly? I'm counting on you." I knew the best way to get Selena to do things was to make her feel important. "Jesus christ Nicole you're not giving them up for adoption, you're only gonna be gone the weekend." She rolled her eyes, judging me super hard. "But..but..they're my babies!" "Wuss.." I gave them all one last hug before finally saying goodbye. For real this time. I got in the car with Noah and we started our drive. We planned a weekend in Santa Monica, and although it wasn't super far from where we live it was just a nice change. I took a picture as Noah drove, and put it on instagram. I captioned it, "anniversary weekend with @NoahRyan3 ! #10YearsFiveYearsStrong". I got likes immediately, and even more comments. I fell asleep as we ran into the traffic driving past LA. We arrived at the house we were renting, and I stretched my legs as I got out. The house was incredible, right on the beach. As i made my way to the back of the house, I pushed the back doors open to feel the ocean breeze blowing. "Oh Noah..it's so beautiful here." We could see the pier from the balcony and the look of the sun setting on the horizon was just incredible. Noah hugged me from behind, giving me a little squeeze in at the end before he gave me a kiss. "Happy anniversary my love." "Mm happy anniversary Nicole." -RING- I rolled my eyes at the cock blocking moment, pulling my phone out of my back pocket. "What the?" I looked at my phone confused at the incoming facetime call. "Hello?" I answered, hearing crying in the background. It was Natalie's crying and Camryn was clearly having none of it. "Hey sorry for interrupting your weekend, but this was kind of pressing." "What's up?" "Oh here's mommy. Go talk to her." Camryn pointed the camera at Natalie. "Hi baby what's the matter?" Natalie sniffled so much that she couldn't even talk. Noah laughed quietly. "Nattie are you okay?" Noah said looking at the phone. "When're you coming back!" Natalie sobbed. "Honey we're still gonna be gone two days. We barely left! Don't worry Natalie we're coming back sunday. You've had sleep overs with aunt Camryn before right?" "Uh huh.." She sniffed softly. "Well you gotta be a big girl Nattie. It's going to be okay." My poor girl..like I said we'd never been away for consecutive days before, so this was something new. "Here, talk to daddy." "Hi daddy.." Natalie finally cracked a smile. "Hiii honey. Don't be sad honey we'll come back real soon. Look where mommy and I are." He flipped the camera to show her the beach and the giant ferris wheel sitting on the pier. "Ooh pretty." "We'll take you guys here some day when we get back, but you gotta be good for aunt Cam. No more crying okay?" "Okay daddy.." "You guys owe me." Camryn smirked, setting Natalie down. "How long had you been carrying her for?" "Probably since she got out of the car." -Sunday- As the weekend came to a close, Noah and I looked back on the house we probably had the most sex outside of our own. We hadn't had alone time for a while, so we took full advantage. I called Camryn on facetime to let her know we were coming home. "What's up?" Logan answered. "Oh..hey Logan. Where's Camryn?" "She forgot her phone here, but I'm here with the kids except Natalie." "Wait..why isn't Natalie with them? Did something happen?" "No nothing like that, Cam decided to get a head start on practicing shopping for a little girl." Noah and I both looked at one another and had the same thought of uh-oh. "How come Selena isn't there?" Noah asked. "Dumb question honey. You know Sel isn't into shopping like Natalie." "Oh true.." When we got back to the house, Camryn and Logan were already there waiting for us. Kindly enough, Camryn made us dinner so we could tell them about our weekend trip. "So how much sex was had?" Camryn asked getting right into the nitty-gritty. Both Noah and I turned red, and immediately she knew the answer. "Well good for you guys. Sex shouldn't die just cause you guys have kids. Not pregnant righ?" "Aha yes I'm not pregnant, I'm on my pill." "So how was the rest of the days with the kids after the facetime call?" "It was good, I just had to get her mind off of you guys. My god does she love you guys. Speaking of the little one, Natalie come down now please!" We heard the pattering of her tiny feet running down the stairs. "Hi mommy, hi daddy!" She dropped a big bag before running up to hug us. She had on a princess dress probably from the disney store. "Aw honey what're you wearing?" I asked, looking her up and down. "It's tangled!" "Oh the Rapunzel dress. DId you say thank you to aunt Cam?" "Thank you auntie Camryn." Natalie jumped up and gave Camryn a big hug and kiss. Noah and I rummaged through the bag of stuff Camryn bought Natalie, and it was so appropriate we made her Natalie's god mother. She's always spoiling her every opportunity she got. This was precisely no different, Camryn probably bought every princess dress they had at the disney store.

"Jesus Cam this is so much stuff!" "That's what I said." Logan smirked. "Hey! Shush, she's my god daughter and I need to spoil her with girl things before I have my own." "Lord practically buying the whole store." Noah said looking at all the dresses. "What can I say, I can do these kinds of things." Camryn flipped her hair, showing us how fabulous she was. Vintage Camryn to say the least.3

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the-hand-me-down-roommate · 6 years

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The First

I will start off by admitting right now that no one is perfect, not even myself. Knowing this, I will try my best not to taint the following stories.

Eventually, you’ll come to realize why I call myself the hand-me-down roommate. Yes, I know most everyone out there has had a roommate at some point in their life, unless they’ve been fortunate enough not to. And sure, we’ve all had our share of bad roommates. Some of us have even been the bad roommate at one point or another, whether we realize it or not. I’d like to share my experiences with roommates, or rather being the roommate, because my stories are amusing, disgusting, awful, wonderful, sad, and possibly worth telling.

To understand how I became a roommate, and to give you a little understanding of how these events have unfolded, we have to go back to the start, of what forced me into becoming someone’s roommate for the first time. Don’t get me wrong, I have sisters; I’ve had to share a room, to share space, with someone else before. But it all somehow becomes a lot different when you also throw in responsibilities and bills, when it’s not your own flesh and blood.

It all started shortly after my mother had died. I was much closer to her than I was my father, who could not bear to have anything that reminded him of my mother after she passed, which included my little sister and I. My mother was and still is a saint in my eyes, a saint that smoked cigarettes inside and around her kids so our backpacks and coats always reeked of it, but still a saint. She was a very kindhearted woman with an infectious laugh and a love of animals that has seemingly infected all of her children.

Not long after she had died, my father kicked out my sister, followed by me. While she had somewhere to go, I did not. We had no close relatives nearby, I was not very popular, so I didn’t have a lot of friends to count on. None of my close friends’ parents were comfortable with taking me in, so in the end I had asked to stay with a new friend. A friend of a friend that I didn’t know too well. A friend who’s mother worked two jobs, and so she wouldn’t be home often enough to mind having me there. A friend who’s mother also made her pay rent. Unlike past me, I’m sure you’re already seeing where this is headed.

I was and am still grateful that they took me in on such short notice, I really am. But I wish I had known her better. Like how much she loved parties, and how much she loved boys. Which I admit, at first, the parties were fun. They were a good distraction away from the grief I felt. And she wasn’t the worst friend, either. We first shared a room together, and became a little closer for it. I remember spending a lot of time on that shitty daybed, with a mattress so thin you can feel the frame underneath. I’m sure many people have shared this same experience. We’d both stay up late, watching our favorite things together. So, feeling grateful, as well as having quite the inheritance for an 18 year old, I gifted her a pink laptop. I didn’t expect anything in return, it was more of a thank you for taking me in...I’ve always been a little too generous, though. I also had purchased several things for the house, things we had needed since her mother had moved out and in with her fiancé, renting us her house in return. These were things like small appliances, new sheets for myself now that I was going to have my own room, as well as a decent entertainment center for the TV to go on.

Looking back, I should have maybe asked for her to chip in for some of these things, but again, I was in grief with more money than I had ever had access to in my life, close to ten thousand dollars for me to spend whatever on. If I had been smart, or maybe if I had a parent there to suggest maybe investing it, or putting it away, or even spending it on something smart like a newer car... Maybe things would have turned out differently. Who knows. Before you go feeling too bad for me, it wasn’t everything my mother had left me, more of a “we’re sorry your mom died so suddenly and too soon” chunk of money.

It was easy to be a good roommate at first. I was still trying to attend college as well as my part-time job. I was quiet when I was there, I cleaned up after myself and tried not to make a mess out of the small closet in her room where I kept all of my belongings. Then, when her mother moved out, I still tried to be a good roommate. I’m sure I wasn’t as quick to clean up, but still pretty clean, quiet. Maybe too quiet at times, maybe too close to being like a recluse. On time with the rent. Got groceries when it was my turn. Then it was getting food when it wasn’t my turn, but her turn. But she couldn’t afford it. Truth be told, neither could I, even when I had dropped out of college and started working more in order to pay rent, if I had expected to make my half of the rent on time. But we needed to eat, so I was sure her mother would understand my half being a little late. I don’t think I’ve ever been so wrong, and was suddenly very full of regret. Regretting that we didn’t just split the groceries, too, or that I didn’t stand up for myself and let her deal with her half of the rent being late. Even regretting that I didn’t know how her mother was. From then on, I would receive what felt like endless messages, texts, and to give you an idea of how old I am, MySpace messages from her mother...reminding me about rent. Every time it would be close to being due, I’d get a reminder both on my phone and online from her, telling me hey you owe me this soon. I very quickly went from buying groceries for the both of us to buying only for myself, and hoarding whatever I really wanted to keep for myself or making sure she knew I was buying it for myself.

Looking back, while it was the smarter thing to do, I’m sure it came off as mean spirited. Maybe it was. It didn’t take me long to isolate myself there, though. Between being harassed by her mother and then dealing with her having her boyfriends around (which is never a pleasant thing to know someone’s getting it on upstairs while you’re single, downstairs, by yourself...) On top of it all, there was still the parties that I don’t remember being as much fun. Especially when a guy passes out right in front of your bedroom door, that you almost trip over. That you can’t move, because he’s two of you, at least. Not that he was overweight or anything, I was just a very tiny teenager. All in all, I ended up spending a lot more time in my bedroom whenever I wasn’t at work, with my laptop, and probably a meal or two on occasion.

In the end, I was just miserable. I was still in grief, upset that I had to drop out of school...And then to make everything even worse, her mother then suddenly decided that she was going to sell the house. That we were both living in. And of course her child was welcome to come move in with her (if she would go to college), but me? I was fucked. I could fuck right off, for all her mother cared. At the time, it really felt as if she was just selling the house to force her kid to go to school, without putting much thought or care in to what that would mean for me.

Luckily for me, my only joy in life at the time was my job. I loved where I worked, and I got along great with the people that I worked with. So great, I guess, that one of them offered me a place to stay at, to be their roommate just a block or two over from where I was staying. Naturally, being too broke to move to a place of my own on a very, very short notice, I took him up on the offer. Never once even reconsidered, or took the time to think about what it would be like living with not only a man, but an older man. All I could think about was how great it would be to get out of there.

So much that I didn’t even technically pay my last month’s rent. Which is shitty, I’m sure, but I also only took (most of) my clothes, my own laptop, and my luxurious bedsheets with me, leaving them behind the entertainment center that cost half my rent anyhow, as well as her laptop which was several month’s worth of that, which I am sure definitely maybe sorta makes up for the few things I left behind in the bedroom, like paystubs and junkmail that I suddenly couldn’t be bothered to throw out, and a bridesmaid’s dress that I had despised (from another friend’s wedding [it was strapless and somewhere between heather and lavender and I have never been into wearing dresses {so you can imagine why I wouldn’t want to keep it}]).

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