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snarkwrites · 3 years

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13 | gangsta ; sweetpea

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It's been a while. I've had these two chapters written for a while now but I haven't had time to sit down, edit them a little better and post them. Since I have time now, I thought I'd go ahead and do that, whether you guys asked for these next two chapters or not.

Sorry this took forever! Sorry I'm so slow, I've been settling into a new house and taking care of some IRL stuff / taking a little break. I swear, I'm going to update everything sooner or later. >.>

I love you guys.

WARNINGS:

NON/ LOOSE CANON COMPLIANCE - this is the biggest warning, so if you’re into things that follow exact canon plot you are… definitely not going to like this. ANGST & SLOW BURN, HEAVY SEXUAL TENSIONSTARTING NOW, ACTUALLY - this is just so everyone who started reading this thinking the smut would transpire in a hurry knows that apparently, it is not. VIOLENCE / SWEARING & FIGHTING, POSSIBLE UNDERAGE DRINKING AND OTHER SHENANIGANS- look.. it’s high school. shit happens. also apparently, my ofc Alyssa uses the word fuck like all the time?…EVENTUAL SEXUAL CONTENT / A VIRGIN ORIGINAL CHARACTER- this one is self explanatory. yes, i plan to write a smutty chapter in this at some point. when? i don’t rightly know. it’s got a while before we get there. STALKER TW - this chapter marks the true appearance of Alyssa's ex, Dave Novak. It's hinted heavily that he's a gross asshole who likes to play mind games. ATTEMPTED KIDNAPPING TW - This chapter contains an attempted kidnapping. If this is gonna bother you you're best off not reading it.

If you're under 18+, probably not a good or wise idea to continue reading this series. Because there are going to be a few dark and adult themes within. I'll warn here, of course, but you need to understand that I don't control you. If you continue to read after having read the warnings and you're upset or don't like something... Totally on you, friend.

PAIRING:

Andrews!Sibling OFC x Sweet Pea.

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THIRTEEN.

[773 - 589 - 7956] Quiet sleepy little town you’ve got here. I can see the appeal, scarlet.

[773 - 589 - 7956] I saw you last night. If I didn’t know what a treacherous bitch you were, I’d say you look more beautiful than ever.

[773 - 589 - 7956] Have you shown that new boytoy of yours all the dirty little photos you were sending me? I bet he’d fucking love to see that… Or did you actually let him see the real thing?

[773 - 589 - 7956] You can say what you want to the cops, scarlet. You and I both know you enjoyed sending me those dirty little pictures. Do your parents know what a teasing whore their daughter really is? I know mommy wasn’t too thrilled when you went running to her to snitch just because things got a little too real for you…

[773 - 589 - 7956] I’ll see you soon. It’s like I said, scarlet. You owe me. I intend to collect. You think this is a game? You can just promise things and then betray me like that? That’s not how this works, scarlet.

The second my phone was powered on again after school, it immediately started to go insane. The texts came in a flood. They were so disgusting and scary that I dropped my phone because my hands were shaking so hard I couldn’t hold it. I quickly picked up the phone and took a few deep breaths, attempting to pull myself together.

,, I can’t keep this to myself. I have to tell someone what’s going on.” the thought nagged at me for the thousandth time in two weeks and I decided that as soon as I finished my tutoring session for the day, I was going to go to the construction site and show my father the texts. Tell him that somehow, Dave was out of prison and apparently, he was here in Riverdale.

My stomach was churning and a bitter taste filled my mouth at the thought. I felt like a dead girl walking. How could I have been so fucking stupid? I should’ve told my father the first time Dave texted me. I should’ve done something.

I felt anger at the situation too. I came here to get away from everything, to put it behind me. I just wanted to forget any of it happened. How dare he show up and ruin everything? He was supposed to be in jail right now, not walking free!

It wasn’t fair.

I knew I’d never be brave enough, but I found myself thinking that if I did see him again, I wanted to strangle him. To give him a reason to be afraid of me for once instead of the other way around. To get even for the hell he put me through in Chicago.

I stepped out into the parking lot, taking a few deep breaths to calm down. Leaning against the brick wall beside the doors that lead into the building. Waiting. Trying to pull myself together. Half hoping that my brother was still here, still in wrestling practice.

Then I remembered that he didn’t have it tonight and that he’d left earlier with Veronica, Betty and Jughead.

Cheryl and Toni were already gone too. I’d stayed over because I was tutoring some kids in the grade below me. I didn’t think it’d take as long as it did. When I realized just how late it had gotten and that I’d be walking home alone in the dark, I’d panicked.

I could always call my dad.

That’s what I wound up doing. About halfway across the parking lot and just as my father’s phone went to voicemail , Dave stepped out and grabbed me, clamping his hand over my mouth before I could do anything other than scream.

My phone fell out of my hands and hit the pavement . I fought him off, managed to get out of his grasp and took off at a run. He caught up to me and grabbed me, trying to drag me towards his Chevelle that was parked nearby, idling. I fought tooth and nail, making as much noise as I could. Grabbing hold of anything I could to try and wrench myself free from his grasp.

I spotted Sweet Pea walking towards the school and I screamed louder. Fought harder.

“Sweet Pea!” I screamed his name, biting at any exposed skin I could get my mouth on Dave’s body. Clawing and scratching. Determined not to go quietly or without a fight. Sweet Pea disappeared from sight for a few seconds in the scuffle between Dave and I, and I was fighting so hard that Dave was struggling to keep a good firm grip on me…

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He’d come back to school because normally, Alyssa was done and at Pop’s within thirty minutes, an hour tops. It had almost been two. Something felt off. Sweet Pea tried to tell himself the entire walk across town to Riverdale High that he was just being paranoid or overprotective. By the time the school was in view, he almost had himself convinced that he was just being a paranoid idiot.

Until he heard her screaming.

Sweet Pea took off at a run in the direction her scream came from, watching as a guy grabbed Alyssa and started trying to pull her towards an idling Chevelle nearby. He locked eyes with Alyssa before slipping out of sight. Getting himself into a position where he could slip up on the guy from behind and hopefully, distract him enough that Alyssa could get away.

The second she managed to smash her head into the guy’s nose hard enough that he dropped her, Sweet Pea spoke up. Firmly. “Run, Cherry. Don’t stop running.”

“No.” I stubbornly refused to leave. I wasn’t going to leave him to fight Dave off on his own. Not when this was my mess to begin with, my own stupidity coming back to bite me in my ass.

“Damn it, woman. Fucking go!” Sweet Pea practically growled as he lunged for the guy in front of him, spearing him against the side of his own car. The fight took to the ground, the two rolling around. For a second or two, Dave had the upper hand because he managed to get his hand on Sweet Pea’s throat. Sweet Pea used his legs, flipping them so that he was on top, swinging his fists with no real thought other than the sheer rage he felt about the guy trying to grab Alyssa. Dave managed to get the upper hand again, holding Sweet Pea against the concrete, Sweet Pea’s hand wrapped around his throat as he tried to squeeze harder.

Sweet Pea swore in frustration when he saw Alyssa slipping over to the open rear door. She emerged with a baseball bat, making her way over to the fight.

“What the fuck do you think you were gonna do, man?” Sweet Pea snarled in anger as he got in a few hard and fast punches.

“I was gonna get my hands on that little bitch you call a girlfriend and teach her a lesson.” Dave grunted out the words as Sweet Pea’s hand closed around his throat tighter and he managed to get Dave on his back again.

“The only one who’s going to learn a lesson tonight is you, asshole. Don’t fucking touch her.” Sweet Pea got the upper hand again, holding Dave against the concrete, smashing his head against Dave’s head as he sneered, “I’m gonna fuckin kill you, putting your hands on my girl.” and really tightened his grip.

Dave managed to shove him off and stood, the two of them fighting. Alyssa swung the bat at Dave’s lower back, almost connecting with it but Dave stepped out of the way at the last minute, making a grab for her.

“Cherry, I told you to run, damn it!” Sweet Pea growled as he lunged at Dave, sending Alyssa stumbling back, barely managing to keep herself from falling on her butt on the pavement. The two were rolling around on the ground again, punching and choking wildly and Alyssa spotted her cell phone and she dove for it, dialing 911.

Just as she was about to hit call, Sweet Pea choked Dave out and grabbed for the rope that had fallen out of Dave’s jacket pocket, tying his arms together while he was down. Then he rushed over to her, checking her over in concern, wincing at the pavement burn on her cheeks and the few scrapes.

“What the fuck happened to run, huh?” Sweet Pea asked, trying to catch his breath.

“I wasn’t leaving you here with him.” Alyssa panted. Sweet Pea took her cell phone and hit call, keeping his foot on Dave’s head to keep him down as he made the call.

Two minutes later, a cop car came racing around the corner and pulled to a stop behind the idling Chevelle.

The cop got out and wandered over. Glancing from Sweet Pea to Dave.

Alyssa spoke up.

“Sweet Pea was trying to save me, officer.”

“I’m going to need you two to come to the station and make statements.” the cop informed them after getting Dave into the back of the cop car. Alyssa nodded, hugging herself against Sweet Pea’s side. Sweet Pea slipped out of his leather jacket,draping it around her, because at some point during her fight with Dave, her shirt had gotten torn down the front.

The cop left, leaving the two of them alone.

Sweet Pea took a few deep breaths, pulling her against him. Squeezing her tight. Holding her in place. “Thank God I decided to come by here. If something would’ve happened…” he muttered against her hair quietly.

She pulled away to look up at him and he locked eyes with her, leaning in closer…

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My heart was still hammering away at my chest. The adrenaline was starting to wear off and I was starting to panic a little as I began to realize what almost happened to me. How close I came to disappearing, having God knows what would be done to me by Dave.

I wasn’t thinking about how awkward me kissing him would be. I wasn’t thinking about anything if you want the truth. I rose up on my toes, grabbing hold of the front of Sweet Pea’s t-shirt, pulling myself up. My mouth brushed against the corner of his gingerly, trying to avoid the portion of his lower lip that was busted and bloody because it had to hurt like hell. His hands dug into my hips and he growled quietly, his mouth latching onto mine just as I went to pull away, stop myself before I went for it and kissed him in the heat of the moment.

The kiss deepened and I raised my arms, wrapping them around his neck. Dragging my fingers through his hair. My back met the side of the Chevelle with a soft smack and he pressed himself into me more firmly. His mouth continuing to hungrily devour mine.

The kiss broke a few seconds later, we pulled apart breathlessly and stared at one another in a daze. Sweet Pea wiped the back of his hand over his mouth and cleared his throat. Going quiet again.

All I could do was melt into him and try to wrap my head around what almost happened and what had just actually happened. He curled his fingers under my chin, tilting my face so that I had to look up at him.

“Who was that? Wait.. was that your ex?”

My jaw dropped. I blinked at him and then I nodded quietly. He swore under his breath and held on a little tighter. Pulling away again, his hands on my upper arms as he stared down at me. “I should’ve fucking killed him.”

“H-how’d you know about Dave? Did my brother tell you?”

“And Jughead. I don’t know everything. I just know that I told myself if I ever actually saw the asshole, I was going to kill him.” Sweet Pea answered quietly. Taking a few deep breaths and then adding a few seconds later, “We need to get to the station.”

I nodded in agreement. Sweet Pea scooped me up when he saw me take a step and wince, then try it again with the same outcome.

“I can walk.” I protested weakly.

“You fell. You probably twisted your ankle. Just… let me carry you, Cherry.” he muttered quietly, his voice a soft and concerned whisper as he gazed down at me.

All I could do was nod. Lean my head against the space between his neck and shoulder.

As we worked our way towards the police station, it poured out of me. Every single thing I’d gone through with Dave in Chicago. I grimaced as I told Sweet Pea exactly what had gone down and why I thought Dave had come to town and tried to grab me tonight and Sweet Pea’s jaw set firm.

I could tell that hearing it bothered him. And at one point, he muttered quietly, “If you don’t want to talk about it you don’t have to…”

“No, I need to get it out. I shouldn’t have kept the fact that the asshole was texting me to myself. Blocking his number obviously didn’t work because he reached out with a new one. I thought if I just ignored him, he’d lose interest. I thought it was just him, trying to scare me. I didn’t think he’d be stupid or brave enough to show up here.” I muttered, shaking my head at how stupid that sounded now that I was really stopping to think about it.

“He’s not gonna bother you again, okay? I’m going to make sure he doesn’t.” Sweet Pea muttered after a few seconds, just as we stepped into the station and made our way over to a sitting area to wait.

“You need to call your dad.” Sweet Pea spoke up after a few seconds that felt like hours.

I nodded. Taking my phone back from Sweet Pea, I dialed my dad’s number and I could hear the relief in his voice when he answered.

Static crackled and popped on his end of the line so I strained to hear.

“I’ve been riding around town looking for you for over an hour, tiny. What the hell happened?” my dad asked in a rush.

“Dave was waiting outside of the school tonight when I came out… If Sweet Pea hadn’t gotten there when he did I… he tried to grab me tonight, Dad.” I grimaced as I said it, bracing myself for all the questions and the lecture I knew I’d be getting because I hadn’t told anyone the second all this started.

,, to be fair, I definitely deserve it.” the thought came and I let myself have it. Leaning back in the chair, resting against Sweet Pea’s side slightly. Taking a few deep breaths.

My dad swore and I heard him punching at something, probably the dashboard of his truck. After a second or two, he spoke up. “Where are you two? I’m on my way, tiny. Right now.”

“We’re at the station giving a statement.” I explained.

“Thank god. So Novak got arrested? That’s good. I’m going to be sure to find out what I can do to make sure that little prick stays in a cell this time.” my dad responded as I heard him rev the engine on his truck.

The call ended and I leaned my head against Sweet Pea’s shoulder. He slipped an arm around me and took a few more breaths as if he were trying to calm himself down again because he was still angry and tense.

The cop who made the arrest found us and ushered us back to his workspace and we sat down. Telling the cop every single detail of what happened tonight. The cop let me finish and then spoke up.

“We’re holding him for Chicago. He apparently escaped. Attacked another girl… A Claire Watson… Then he came here. But everything you’ve told me will help keep him behind bars, Alyssa. Do you have a parent you can call?”

I nodded.

“She already called him.” Sweet Pea answered calmly as he folded his arms over his chest and glared at the cop suspiciously.

The cop eyed him, nodding. Managing a cordial smile. “That was quick thinking on your part tonight kid. Also stupid as hell. If he’d had a weapon, that could’ve gone wrong. Next time, call the station.”

“And do what? Let an asshole make off with my girl? Yeah, no thanks. I’m good. I’ve seen how fast you assholes respond to any call you get from the South side.”

“Not all of us are bad, kid.” the cop pointed out in a calm and even tone.

“Yeah, well… I wasn’t going to stand there and let him take my girl either. I did what I had to do.” Sweet Pea took a deep breath, rubbing his forehead. Calming himself back down.

I spotted my father and Archie coming into the station, heading right for us and I let out a ragged breath. Squeezing my dad so tight he almost couldn’t breathe when they got over to where we were sitting in the back.

My father spoke up, addressing the cop. “We will be pressing charges. So, whatever I need in order to do that, just tell me and you’ve got it.”

Sweet Pea cleared his throat.

“If it helps, here’s her phone.” Sweet Pea held my phone out to the policeman and he took it, nodding. “If there’s anything on here, that’ll help. If you’ll come with me, Mr. Andrews, we’ll get that paperwork drawn up to start the proceedings.”

My dad gave me another hug and stopped in front of Sweet Pea. “If you hadn’t been there tonight, kid… Thank you.”

“I wasn’t gonna let anything happen to her, sir.” Sweet Pea muttered, awkwardly letting my dad hug him too.

My dad made his way to an office with the policeman who’d taken our statements and I glanced up at Sweet Pea, grimacing at the bruises and scraped starting to form on his face and neck. The black eye and the busted lip.

“Archie, can you go get some ice or a soda can? His lips really swelling up..” I muttered. My brother nodded, taking some change from me to go do it. And this left Sweet Pea and I alone again.

“About that kiss.. I’m sorry, I.. the last thing I wanted to do was make anything awkward. I just got caught up in the moment and I can’t keep fighting the way I feel and I… Sorry.” I spoke up quietly. Prepared to give him an out. Afraid that I’d gone way over the line.

“Yeah, about that… I’ve been wanting to do it for a while.” Sweet Pea admitted quietly. Making me look up at him as he chuckled quietly. “You wanna repeat any of what you just said?”

I felt my cheeks burning. I pouted up at him and gave him a dirty look.

He smirked in response and spoke up. “I’m being serious. You were doing that mumble and babbling thing again.”

“You heard me.” I answered, biting my lip as I looked up at him.

“A little, yeah… But maybe I wanna hear it again, cherry.” he pulled me close and gazed down at me for a few seconds.

“Wait.. you wanted to kiss me?” I realized what he’d admitted. Gazing up at him, a little shocked.

“You’re trying to change the subject now?” he questioned, slipping his arms around me. I gave a soft laugh and muttered quietly, “Maybe a little.”

“When you say you can’t ignore the way you feel.. What’s that mean?” he questioned again, making me look up at him. I took a deep breath and toyed with the front of his shirt, trying to figure out the best way to put it to words.

The truth. Simple and direct.

“I care about you a lot. I lo--” I started to say that I loved him, but Archie cleared his throat behind us, holding out the soda can to me. Then promptly excusing himself again to go find our dad. I gently guided Sweet Pea down into a chair and sank down to sit on his knees. Gingerly pressing the cold soda can against his lip. And after a second or two, I finally got myself to say it again. “I love you, okay?”

He chuckled quietly. Locking eyes with me. Lowering the soda can to ask quietly, “Like a best friend or something.. Right?”

I shook my head. “More than, actually. Since that day at the car wash when I drenched you with the hose, I’ve… It’s been hard to make myself not look for you in a crowd. Yes, yes.. I know this is mushy and you don’t do mushy, I..” his mouth crashing against mine cut off the flow of my words and he muttered in a daze, “Say it again. Tell me you love me, Cherry.”

“I love you.” I managed to get the words out breathlessly. His mouth was latching onto mine all over again. The kiss deepening. His arms enveloping me tighter. Squeezing til I thought I’d get lightheaded between the deep and heavy onslaught of kisses and the way he was holding me.

“I love you too.” he mumbled quietly. Gazing down at me. Panting for his next breath as the kiss broke yet again.

“Okay, are you two done with whatever yet? Because dad told me to get Al back home. You can come with us if you want.” Archie surprised me by inviting Sweet Pea. Sweet Pea eyed him and nodded, standing after I’d finally managed to pry myself away from him.

As we walked out of the station, he slipped his hand down between us, lacing his fingers between mine. Giving my hand a squeeze as he glanced down at me.

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dear-evanrosier · 3 years

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Youtube Star (Muggle AU) (Parts 1-3)

Wednesday

Remus thought it was absolutely hilarious when the kids in his class were talking about the new video that Sirius Black had uploaded the day before, especially when one of them asked if he watched the latest. This specific set of questions had started when Remus had accidentally shown his screen saver- a selfie of him and Sirius, which Remus had taken right after making a corny joke, so Sirius was laughing in the photo- to a student while checking a text from said husband. It had sparked so many rumors that he still got bombarded with questions, and the slip up was over three months ago.

"So, Mr.Lupin did you watch Sirius Black's new video? He uploaded one last night!"

Yeah, I spent three hours helping him edit it and pick out the topic.

"No, I don't watch his content."

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"Turns out Sirius Black is married! Did you know that?"

Yeah, I was the one who put his ring on.

"Nope, that's very cool. Now do your work."

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"Did you go to his meet and greet in London last week?"

Yeah, I was backstage for ten hours waiting for him to finish talking to all of you.

"No, I went to the park."

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He ended up having to change the lock screen so the students wouldn't try to go through his phone. He was just lucky none of his students had noticed the ring on his right finger matched the one shown on accident multiple times in some of Sirius' videos. He knew if the students found out then they would never get any work done, so Sirius agreed to keep it a secret.

That is until one morning Remus frogot his lunch at their house, and he only has twenty minutes to eat but their house is thirty minutes away. He decided to go without it, not wanting to make his students miss the test they had the next class. The period ended and he checked his phone, noticing a text sent almost fourty minutes ago.

Sirius❤-You left your lunch at home, can't have my Moony starving. I'll bring it over there.

He rubbed his face with one hand and listened outside, realizing the hall was louder than usual and there was laughter along with a heavy clacking sound that he knew belonged to the black combat boots of his husband.

"Who's that bag for?" Came from the hall, quite muffled due to the wooden door and chattering students. He stood up and stretched, and walked over to the door, opening it slowly.

He immediately spotted the thick black curls down to the shoulders, wearing Remus' favorite outfit. Plain black jeans that hugged his legs, a chain dangling from one of the belt loops to the closest pocket, and one of Remus' dark green jumpers over top. The black hem of a band t-shirt just visible under the v-neck. He was also wearing a tad bit of eyeliner, which made Remus think he was even hotter. He was taking pictures with the students lining up in front of Remus' door, waiting for their next lesson with him. At the sound of the door opening, Sirius looked away from the camera and spotted the fluffy sandy colored hair and freckles covering his husband's face. He took the picture, muttered an "Excuse me." and ducked from underneath the outstretched student's hand. He walked past the rest of the line up to Remus, who was blushing terribly and had an eyebrow raised. "Yes, Black?" He inquired, and Sirius snorted.

"That's Lupin-Black to you, love." He replied, and placed a soft kiss on Remus' lips. Remus put a hand on his cheek and let the kiss last a second longer before he pulled away and gestured to the shocked expressions across the students' faces. "You know they had a test today, right?"

Sirius smiled and shook his head. "You did not tell me that. Sorry, love." He kissed Remus again and lifted up his hands, showing a paper bag with 'Moony❤' on the front. Remus rolled his eyes affectionately and took the bag. "Thanks, love." He looked back at the students. "I think you broke them," Remus told Sirius, who also turned around to look at the students' faces.

All of the kids who followed or knew of Sirius had their mouths open almost comically. Sirius let out a bark of laughter and turned back to Remus. "What, did you take your ring off?" Remus shook his head and held up his hand, showing Sirius that he still had on his identical ring. A student gasped and grabbed both of their hands, comparing the rings. "You alright there, Lavander?" Remus asked, and the bell rang. Sirius went to leave but the students wouldn't let him, blocking him from leaving the hall. The students in Remus' class ushered the two into the room, not giving them a chance to leave.

It wasn't that big of a shock that they were gay. Both of them had been public about it, actually. Remus wore little pins with pride flags on his jumpers often and would hand them out if a student asked. And Sirius' video with him coming out had gotten well over 10 million views. It was just the fact that their soft academia teacher who liked books, tea, minimal social contact, wearing oversized jumpers, and poems is married to the complete opposite. A grunge YouTuber who loved coffee, wearing band shirts and chains, adored being in the spotlight, and always had on some form of makeup.

After they had practically forced the door closed and sat in their assigned seats, Remus' couldn't help but chuckle. "I must say, this is the most focused I have seen them all year." Sirius laughed and sat on the edge of the teachers' desk, till Remus lightly pushed him off. He hopped off and eyed Remus. "Ok, where do you suppose I sit then?" He asked, and Remus got a cheeky grin, gesturing to an empty student seat in the front row. "I am twenty-seven, not fourteen." Sirius scowled but took the seat, the students' eyes following him because Sirius Black, a youtube star, is in our classroom and is now sitting five feet from us.

Remus called their attention to the front of the room, but the students still glanced over a Sirius every few moments. "Ok, if we can get through this lesson, we can spend the last twenty minutes of class questioning my husband and me but only if you take some notes. I'll push your test back to tomorrow." A few of the students clapped, and Sirius did too, earning an eye roll and a shhh from Remus. Sirius chuckled but remained quiet during the class because he knew how much teaching meant to Remus. The kids still stole looks at Sirius whenever they could manage, but he kept his eyes on Remus the entire time, enjoying the sparkle he got whenever Remus did something he loved, not just teaching.

The class was surprisingly focused. Remus expected them to not shut up, but it was the complete opposite. Every eye was on him, but he was avoiding a specific set that normally would not be in there. He knew they were probably turning back to Sirius when he wrote something on the board. He ended up being done with the notes in only twenty minutes, giving them half an hour to question them. "Ok, we're done with notes. You can start asking questions."

The students began immediately. There were so many and they were so loud neither adult could make out the words except for few parts.

"Can-"

"Video-"

"Star-"

"Ring-" And that was basically all they could hear.

Sirius got up from where he was sitting and moved back to the teachers' desk, and didn't get shoved off this time. Instead, Remus came over and sat next to him. While the students were shooting their rapid-fire questions, Sirius turned and whispered in Remus' ear, "How often are they like this?" Remus whispered back, "Only when they talk about you, so I'd say all the time." Sirius just chuckled in response. The kids had stopped asking questions by then, so they were just staring at them while they had their short, whispered conversation. "Ok, since you guys stopped asking questions, please ask one at a time," Remus asked, and the students began the questions, just slower.

"Can you post a video so everyone knows?"

"Is his the voice the one in videos from a different room?"

"Since when did you like youtube stars?"

"How come you never showed us your ring?"

"How long have you been married?"

"Forget that, how long have you been together?"

And a lot more. After they stopped talking again, Remus and Sirius began answering questions.

"We've been together for twelve years, married for eight," Sirius told them, and a couple of kids swore because he started making videos ten years ago and nobody realized that he was married for the majority of that time. "How come you didn't mention it?!" A girl from the back shouted, and Sirius chuckled. The two kept answering questions until they got to the last one. "Are you going to make a video making it public?" One boy asked, and the two adults glanced at each other. "Er, I don't know. It's up to Remus, really." Sirius told them, then checked his watch. He jumped off the desk quickly. "Shit, I have to go. I have that meeting in about ten minutes." He placed a chaste kiss on his lips, then waved to the students. He opened the door, waved one last time to Remus, and left. The students in class turned expectantly to Remus, but they didn't get a chance to speak because the bell rang. It was the end of the day since it was an early let out.

A few of the kids in the school who drove managed to get pictures of Sirius on his motorbike, waving at them before he sped off, none of them knowing what he was doing there.

When Sirius got home two hours later, Remus was sitting on the couch, reading a book. After a small discussion, they went to bed, excited for the next day.

Friday

"Quiet down! Quiet down, everyone!" Remus began the class, attempting to call attention to the rowdy group of kids. After they all stopped talking, Remus began his speech. "Since you, all got great marks yesterday, you can have a free day today. Do whatever you like, just stay in your seats and please remain quiet." He sat down at his desk, leaving the students to their own devices. A girl stood up and walked to the front of the room where Remus's desk was. He looked up when she was standing next to him.

"Can I help you, Lavander?" He asked, and she smiled. "Actually, professor, I was hoping I could play a video on your computer?" She asked. Remus, who already knew what video she wanted to play, agreed. She searched up the video titled 'Introducing... My Amazing Husband!' and paused it before it started, turning back to the class. "Have any of you seen this yet?" She asked, and everybody shook their heads. "Good." She pressed play and sat down, every eye on the projected screen.

Sirius was in his normal chair, his hair in a bun and wearing an oversized jumper and multiple rings on his fingers, giving a mixed vibe. "Ok. It's on. Hi guys! So yesterday, I went to visit my husband at work so I could drop off the lunch he forgot. He does that often."

"No, I don't!" A muffled voice came from behind the closed door, and Sirius snickered and swiveled his chair to face the door as he cupped a hand over his mouth. "Whatever you say, Moony!" He called back before turning his chair again to look at the camera.

"Anyways, I brought him his lunch and his students found out. So when I got home from a meeting later that night, we talked a little. And did more."

"Sirius!" Another muffled shout. Sirius just laughed in response. "Ok, ok! But my dear husband has decided that he is okay with everyone knowing who he is. So, will you come in here, love?"

The door opened to reveal Remus, standing in plaid pajama pants and cropped band shirt hanging just above the waistband of his pants. Sirius eyed him as he came into the room, sitting in Sirius' lap.

"Did you really have to wear my crop top? You know it distracts me." Sirius told him, wrapping his arms around Remus' waist. "Yes. Yes, I did. It's payback for when you wore it and you knew I had to grade papers." Remus responded, and Sirius let out a short bark of laughter. "Fine."

He looked at the camera again, gesturing to the man in his lap. "So, this is my husband. And I wanted to show some videos of a younger us, which Remus has agreed to show. Isn't that right, dear?" Remus nodded and Sirius pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. "Please be warned that there is some blood in a couple of these videos, I just figured I should tell you in case that stuff freaks you out," Sirius explained.

The footage changed, showing the two as teens, seventeen at the oldest. It was light out and looked to be around summertime. Both were only wearing swimming shorts. Sirius' were dark green and Remus' was a light blue. There was a large tattoo of the star constellation, Sirius, over his heart and the alchemy symbol for water on his right bicep. Remus had phases of the moon tatted on the inside of his right forearm. They were standing on a roof, the footage shot from the ground. "Jump! Jump, Sirius, jump!" The cameraman yelled, and Sirius nodded enthusiastically while tying his long hair into a bun using the scrunchie on his wrist.

"Of course! You know I always will!" Remus grabbed his hand as soon as he let go of his hair, yelling back. "Absolutely not, James! I don't care if it's onto a trampoline, he will not be jumping off a roof! Peter didn't, so neither will he." Sirius gave a mischievous glance towards the camera then back to Remus, whose eyes widened.

He quickly tried to free his grasp, but Sirius clenched his hand tightly. "No, no no! Sirius Black, I swear on Merlin's saggy tits if you-" his promise was cut short by his own screaming. Sirius ran off the roof at a sprint, dragging Remus with him. The camera followed them as best as possible considering how fast they were falling.

Their hands broke free when they landed, and Sirius bounced away, almost falling off the edge of the trampoline had he not grabbed the metal. He climbed back over and jumped over to Remus, who was laying on his back in the middle. He rolled over him, pushing himself up by his legs and arms overtop of Remus. "Ok there, Rem?" He asked, and Remus huffed, staring away from Sirius.

"No! You could have bloody well killed me!" Sirius laughed and shook his head. "No, I couldn't have. It's barely a ten-foot jump. You've done worse." Remus huffed again and crossed his arms to the best of his ability since Sirius was still hovering over him. Sirius changed his position, moving his legs so he was basically sitting on top of Remus. He used one hand to cup Remus' cheek and force him to look him in the face. "You fell for me." Remus smiled slightly and cupped Sirius' cheek back. "Why, I suppose I did. But that didn't have a bad consequence, so I don't really see how that's worse." Sirius ignored the last bit and brought his face down to Remus' kissing him, who eagerly kissed back. A boy with brown hair jumped over them, causing them to bounce away from each other, and Remus really did fall off the edge.

Sirius got over there as fast as possible, jumping off the trampoline. James followed him on the ground. Sirius was helping up Remus, who was holding his face with a hand. It looked like he had hit his face into a nearby lawn chair, which had blood on the leg. "Please, let me see." Sirius pleaded with him, and Remus winced as he pulled his hand away, exposing the wound. The large gash went from his left jaw diagonally up to the bridge of his nose. It was an angry red but the color was almost purple around the edges and bled freely.

"Peter! Get the car! We have to go to the hospital!" Sirius called, and Remus put the hand back over his face. The boy with light brown hair ran past the camera to the cars, apologizing over and over. And the camera changed scenes.

Now it was dark out, the stars lighting up the night sky along with fairy lights strung up. The people there were dressed in fancy dresses or long-sleeved collared shirts and slacks. One woman had red hair tied into an elegant bun, adorned with pins that sparkled, had on a wedding dress that was to the floor and flowy. The bodice was covered in jewels that shone when the light reflected off of them. She was dancing with an eighteen-year-old Sirius.

"You really do look beautiful, Lily," Sirius told her before spinning her around and dipping her. She giggled and replied with a "And so do you, Sirius." They kept dancing for a moment until Lily looked away and then quickly turned back to him. "So?" She asked, and Sirius raised an eyebrow. "So what?"

Lily rolled her eyes and gestured to two guys dancing, one in a tux and one wearing black slacks a light blue collared shirt. The one in a tux had glasses and unruly black hair that looked like it had a bad attempt at flattening it. The man in the blue shirt had a large scar across his cheek from his jaw to his nose and freckles covering his face. His soft honey-colored hair was fluffy and hanging over his face. They seemed to be laughing and having fun as they spun each other around. "When are you going to propose to Remus?" She asked, and Sirius stopped for a moment before he continued the small patterned dance.

"How did you know about that?" It was in a hushed tone, but the camera still picked it up. "I was in your flat getting the planner that James left, and I found it when I looked in the couch cushions. Turned out the book was under your bed." She was practically laughing as she told him, purely because of the shocked face. "Besides, it's not like it's a big secret, anyway. You give him this look every time you see him, and he does the same. I'm surprised he hasn't proposed to you yet." Sirius contemplated her words for a moment and offered a small smile. "Thanks, Lils. Oh! I think James wants to dance with you." He nodded his head behind her at the man with black hair.

He held out his hand to Lily and bowed. "Can I have this dance, my dear wife?" Lily giggled and freed herself from Sirius' arms, taking his hand. "Why you can, my dear husband." James chuckled and led her away from Sirius. Remus took her spot, resting his head on Sirus' shoulder as Sirius put both hands on Remus' waist. "Hello, love. Enjoying the wedding?" Sirius asked, and Remus shrugged.

"No matter how many times James said he would marry her, I never actually thought it would happen," Remus spoke freely, and Sirius laughed at the bluntness. "I don't blame you. It took him six years for a date, and I was worried he would screw something up at one point." Sirius responded, then caught sight of the camera on them, and his eyes widened. He murmured something to Remus and let go, walking to the camera.

"Peter! How much did you get?" Sirius asked, staring straight at them. "Almost all of your dance with Lily." The person behind the camera responded, and Sirius groaned and ran a hand through his hair, glancing back at Remus. "Please don't show this to Remus, I don't know when I'm going to do it, and I definitely don't want Remus to find out because you showed him this video." Peter spoke again, "Of course not, Sirius. I wouldn't want to ruin your plan." "Thanks, Petey." Sirius flashed a grateful smile then walked back to Remus, spinning him around twice before dipping him and kissing him madly.

The screen changed again, showing young kids all wearing black shorts and white t-shirts, holding water guns. It looked like James, Lily, Peter, Remus, and Sirius in a line, in that order. They looked to be about fifteen and were standing in a large grassy field, a large stone manor off to the side. "Mum, are you recording?" A young James asked and someone out of shot responded. "Yes, hun. Am I going to be recording this entire thing?" James nodded eagerly and started talking. "Ok, I don't know if this will ever be put somewhere public, but we're recording this because we want to. Maybe we can show our future kids. Eh, Evans?" He turned to the redhead next to him and she sighed, rolling her eyes.

"Really, Potter? I'm only here for Remus, and that's cause he's almost my brother. I am not here for your terrible attempts to get a date." She huffed and moved in between Remus and Peter to escape James. "Alright, I'll leave you alone. But anyway, it is our dear Remus' birthday and being the genius that he is, came up with the best idea for us to do. Tie-dye war!" He held the water gun above his head, the dark liquid sloshing around inside.

"All of our water guns are filled with a different tie-dye color. So we are going to put these goggles on so we don't get any in our eyes- Sirius will you get the goggles?" Sirius walked off-screen, coming back a moment later and passing out the goggles. He returned to his spot in line and snapped his own pair on. "So. How this works is we just shoot each other until everyone is colored. The person at the end of the game who has the whitest shirt gets to give each one of us a dare later tonight when it gets dark and we set up a fire. Does everyone agree?" James looked down the line and got smiles and nods from everyone. "Ok, then. Mum, on the count of three?" He looked toward the camera as he said it, and the woman behind it immediately started the countdown.

"Three... Two... One... GO!!"

All of them took off, running in different directions trying to hide. Remus, before taking off, managed to shoot each of them with a long stripe down their backs, so that if they stood in a line you could see it. He ran to the side, hiding behind a large tree out so the camera didn't see him. There was a loud shriek, however. Remus ran out from behind the tree, Sirius following right behind him, shooting him with the gun so his back had turned into splatters of navy blue. Remus ran behind a large rock, out of Sirius' view. So he turned his attention to Lily, who was standing near a mound of wildflowers. Her eyes widened almost comically wide, and Sirius aimed for her shirt.

As he shot the dye, Lily was shoved out of the way by James, "Noooooooo." whose front was now almost completely blue as he laid in the grass. Lily knelt down beside him. "Why are you so dramatic?" She placed a kiss on his cheek then ran off, leaving him to be attacked by Remus, who had now left his place from behind the rock to take his turn at the sitting duck. No one noticed Peter and Lily from behind the trees, sneaking up on the group. Then they yelled, "CHARGE!!" and everything was fair game. Hot pink and navy blue and dark green and pastel blue and mint green were flying through the air, all of the colors landing on the others. Well, on most of the others. When the game was finished, Remus had won with his shirt only partly covered in color, the majority of his front was white. The others were completely covered in a mix of colors, hardly any white spots.

They stood back in the line, eyeing Remus with jealousy as James' mother declared him the winner.

TW: Mentions of Child abuse, blood

It was dark again, and they all had blankets wrapped around them, huddling in front of a fire. The camera shifted a bit then was still. "James, honey. I'm going inside to make sure dinner is done, your father will be home soon. The camera is set up in that chair so it can see you all. Don't do anything too reckless." The woman's voice was back. James smiled and looked above the camera. "Thanks, mum. I love you." "Love you too, James."

"OK, since I won, I get to give you each dares!" Remus bounced to his feet and the others groaned. "Should have known you were going to win, mate. You're too smart for your own good." Remus chuckled at Peter's remark and walked around the circle, eyeing them as he passed. He stopped in between Lily and James, smirking at them. Lily's smile dropped. "Remus Lupin I swear to Merlin if you do what I think you're going to do-"

"Oh, don't worry Lily. This is in your favor. Kind of." He waved her off with his hand. "Lily, I dare you to kiss James." Lily looked shocked, and James was elated. She stuttered, and Remus bent down to whisper something in her ear. He stood back up and smiled, but Lily only returned a glare. "Fine. I'll do it." She stood up and took a step closer to James, pecked his lips for less than five seconds, and sat back down. James had a large grin on his face, as did Remus.

"Ok, James. Your turn. I dare you to not ask Lily out for two months." James' grin fell and Sirius roared with laughter at his face. James glared at Remus and huffed. "Ok, then. Only cause it's your birthday. And cause it's getting a little old." Remus' grin spread and he walked back to Peter. "I know you don't like anybody, so I'm giving you something different. Jump off the tree. The small one, of course. I don't want you getting hurt." Remus motioned to the short tree next to them, and Peter stood up, dropping the blanket on the ground where he was.

He walked over slowly, climbing up as high as he could, which was only about four feet off the ground since it was a small tree. "You'll be fine, Petey!" Sirius called at his hesitation, and he yelled back, "Ok!" before jumping off. He rolled once he reached the ground, spinning once or twice before he stopped, sitting on his knees. He held his head for a moment before staggering up and back to his spot on the ground. Sirius clapped him on the back and looked to Remus, who sat beside him.

"Ok, Remmy boy. What's my dare?" Sirius asked, and Remus put a hand on his chin in mock contemplation. "Kiss me." It was clear what he said, but Sirius still exclaimed in shock. "What?" Remus stumbled over his words at the reaction but stopped the moment Sirius grabbed the top of his shirt and smashed their mouths together roughly, getting catcalls and wolf whistles from the other three. Sirius pulled apart, breathing heavily and still holding onto his shirt. "Was that a good dare?" Remus asked, and Sirius responded by kissing him again.

The footage changed once again. The room was filled with candles and it looked romantic. Sirius was standing in a white button-down and black slacks, his hair neatly parted. "Remus, can you come in here for a moment, love?" Sirius called, and a voice came from behind the door. "Just a minute, Siri! I'm making dinner!"

"This is more important than dinner!"

"Fine, fine!"

Remus came into the room, wearing just a jumper and jeans. He looked around at the candles, breathless. "Holy shit, Pads. This is amazing." He stepped forward cautiously, making sure to not knock any over. He looked Sirius up and down before practically jumping on him and kissing him madly. After a moment he put his feet back on the floor, still holding onto Sirius' shoulders and their foreheads together. "This is so beautiful, Sirius. I don't deserve this."

"You deserve the world, Remus. That's why I did this. And also so I could teach you to dance." He moved them into a waltz position, one hand holding onto Remus' hand and the other on his hip. Remus copied the position. "I know I suck, but why teach me?" Sirius chuckled and began the movements with no music. "We may need it someday. You never know." He placed a kiss on his nose and spun him, making a candle knock over. But it didn't catch on fire. Sirius took note of the shocked face and chuckled. "The ones on the floor are fake, I know how clumsy you are."

The footage changed once more, with a Sirius sitting in front of the camera and adjusting it, his dark hair curtaining his face. "Love, what are you doing?" Remus's tired voice came from behind, and Sirius finished with the camera, backing up and sitting next to Remus on a light blue couch, grabbing his hand. Both were sitting in Christmas pajamas and a tree was in the background, the colorful lights standing out against the grey walls. It had to be the previous Christmas or the one before since both men looked almost the exact same.

"Sirius, it is eight-thirty in the morning. I want to go to sleep. So, please, tell me what I'm doing so I can pass out until we have dinner with Peter, James, Lily, and Harry. I'm quite sure Marlene and Dorcas are going to come. And there's no doubt that Lily invited Frank and Alice, who are going to bring Neville. So that's seven other adults and two children. I need energy for this bullshit."

Sirius chuckled, kissing Remus' hand quickly. "Yes, love. I know. But I wanted to film a video while I had the idea. And I won't even think of posting it till you're comfortable with being out." Sirius smiled at Remus, who rolled his eyes. "Fine. What this amazing idea you had to wake me up for."

Sirius let go of Remus' hand to turn around and pick up a notepad that was sitting on a table just behind the couch. "Terrible pick-up lines." He grinned, and Remus groaned, grabbing a throw pillow and pressing it over his face. "Do you really have to? On this Holy day?"

His voice was muffled by the pillow, which just made Sirius chuckled again.

"Yes. You know I'm an atheist. So come one then, love. It'll be fun."

Remus took the pillow off his face, grumbling, "Tell me why I married you again."

"Because I'm handsome and you love me." Sirius grinned, and Remus grumbled something the camera didn't pick up. But it was enough to turn Sirius a tad bit pink. "Well yes, that too. But anyways."

Remus smiled at his flustered husband and looked at the camera, eyebrow raised. "So are you just going t say random pick-up lines, or are they all Christmas themed?"

Sirius shrugged, running over the list. "Little of both. I just wanted to see your reaction to some of these, considering you don't get embarrassed easily."

"I probably will since one, it's you and I'm one hundred percent sure that at least three-quarters of those are going to be dirty, and two it's on camera so you will definitely be using this against me in the future."

"Nah. Only half of them are dirty. So, can I start asking them?"

"Fire away, love."

Sirius smiled and kissed Remus quickly, then pulled his finger down the line until he found one that made him smirk. Remus' own smiled dropped lightly, trying the read the list upside down before Sirius pulled it away quickly. "Tch. Nope."

Remus groaned again and Sirius smiled before reading one of the lines.

"Good thing I have my library card, cause I'm checking you out."

He added a wink to the end of the line, and Remus shook his head.

"I sure hope you do, considering we're married."

Sirius narrowed his eyes slightly and huffed before reading the next.

"You stole my heart, so can I steal your last name?

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Now James was holding the camera, trying to set it up on an unseen object. Remus was behind him, shaking his head.

"Let me do that, James. I usually help Sirius so I know how to do it."

"Sure. Knock yourself out, Remmy boy."

Remus rolled his eyes at the nickname and moved in front of the camera, only taking a few more seconds to put it in place. He moved back and sat next to a huffing James.

"I did most of it."

"Sure you did, James."

He huffed again and leaned back on the couch, stretching out. The full extent of the room was open, and it was beautiful.

A large ornate crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling above the sleek leather couch the two sat on. A large cabinet with no doors behind them was full of framed photos of James and an older woman and man, smiling at the camera. A few had Sirius in them, arm slung over James shoulder amd smiling widely. More frames lined the walls of the large room, some paintings and some pictures of James and his friends.

"James, what are we doing?" Remus asked after a moment of the other doing nothing.

"My dear Remus, we are going to-"

James cut off abruptly, turning his hesd to look at something off screen.

"Did someone knock at the door?" Remus asked, and James nodded, getting up and walking out of frame. A small squek signaled the door opening, before James shouted.

"Sirius! Oh my god, what the fuck happened to you?!"

Remus jumped up and also ran off camera, coming back with James half dragging a bloody Sirius between them. They set him on the couch and he winced and cried out, his injures fully exposed to the camera.

A large cut ran from the corner of his lip to under his eye, similar to one of Remus' s scars and still bleeding a little. His lip was busted and swollen, along with a black eye. He tried sitting up and cried out again, clutching his side in a way that suggested he broke a few of his ribs.

"Sirius, what happenened?" James repeated, and Remus held a hand out to stop him.

"Hold on, James."

He bent down, taking one of Sirius' hands into both of his own. The other was still clutching his waist.

"Sirius, I need you to tell me what happened, ok? Will you tell me?"

He let out a broken sob and leaned forward, trying to put his head on Remus' shoulder, instead yelling out once more and falling back on the couch, panting and wincing every few seconds.

"Shh, baby. Please tell me."

He lifted Sirius' hand to his mouth, kissing it gently out of the view of the camera.

"She found the letters."

It wasn't much, but Remus visibly paled when Sirius said it.

"What does he mean? Remus?" James was looking between the two, face caught in a worried expression. Remus turned to him, lip caught between his teeth.

"We wrote letters back and forth instead of texting. His mother found them."

James paled too, and walked closer to the couch.

"James, the camera. Get the camera. We'll have to show this tape to the court."

Remus stood up, placing a gentle kiss to Sirius' forehead and leaving the room while James walked quickly towards the screen, looking angry amd scared all at the same time.

It went back to just Sirius.

"I am so sorry, I did not know that taoe was in there. I apolgize if I have triggered something for any of you."

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Between The Pages || Spencer Reid

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A/N: Honestly there are so many cafe AU’s and it’s crazy how I’ve read so many of them. But per usual I wanted to write my own version with my own twisty twist. This fic has literally taken me so long to write! I just sometimes couldn’t find the motivation to write it and then I’ll just abandon it for a period of time and I HATE writing two fics at a time because I personally can’t do it because, I’m a control freak and everything needs to be in order so if you’re a writer and you can write two fics at a time, please teach me, you’re so gifted. IMPORTANT! Spencer had to go to prison and got out around February and May but this fic is set around the Christmas season so just roll with it. Fake dates. They aren’t real!! If you are not happy with this AU, the door is that way. ——> Also I write in Canadian English so some of the words might look weird.

Summary: Y/n works at a very unique cafe, it’s a cafe plus a library, where there are shelves of the most classic books to the new poorly written rom-coms. A perfect, warm, and cozy place, to read, study, or even to hang out. Spencer Reid was one of the usual there and he may or may not have swept Y/n off her feet over the years. A poorly written rom-com following the lives of Y/n and Spencer Reid. Anti prison to post-prison Spencer.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Category: Fluff

Warning: Fluff. Angst if you squint.

Word Count: 7.3k

November 30th:

‘Between The Pages’ was quite the most unusual name for a cafe, I had thought when I first started working here. The cafe was a cozy little building sandwiched between two bigger buildings, bringing all the attention it deserved away from it, but that’s how I had liked it. Only the usual elite that know about this place and a few drop by’s once in a while ever enters the small building, everyone who comes into the shop falls in love with it immediately, giving them a sense of home. The insides of the shop gave you old fashion tiny cute library vibes. The walls were covered in bookshelves full of books ranging from the classics to the very new ones that I would bring in every time I made my way to the book shop eight streets down. Through the door to your left was the display case for all the delicious baked goods and the counter where you place your order and pay. Where the door was, there were two windows and on one side there was a small comfy couch with a small wooden coffee table in front of it and the other had two couches facing each other with a coffee table in the center (the couples hot spot). Smack in the center of the room was a big round table where the college girls like to camp out for their study sessions, and around the room were numerous armchairs and giant fuzzy bean bags. The area was filled with warm colours, dark greens, dark reds, beiges, and browns. Small plants and succulents hung out around the windowsills and tables giving the area a nice nature vibe.

Memorizing each and everyone’s orders was my very special skill. The usuals were a group college girls (a new set every four years) that come for their study sessions every Friday and Saturday, a group of teen boys that storm the bakery section of the cafe once a week during their lunch break, a nice middle-aged lawyer that stops by every morning for coffee, which might I add had given me his business card, says if we ever needed help we should call him, two young couples that regularly have double dates, a few other individuals, and a very nice looking man around my age. He was my favourite customer, he came to the shop almost everyday ordering a single large cup of coffee with milk and loads of sugar, but when it became fall his coffee would be switched to a pumpkin spice latte.

Between The Pages have become my home the second I graduated college. The little old lady who owned this shop had taken me in as a daughter of her own, and I had my own room above the shop. I was a writer at heart, I loved writing stories that I would usually share with the bunch of college girls and my colleague Chloe who might also be my best friend. The life I’m living in was humble yet the best, I couldn’t think of another way to live. This shop gave me time to pursue my love of writing and interact with some of the best people I have ever met. I earn enough money that I am comfortable with, and live a life nicely, considering if I wasn’t here I would be nowhere. Let’s just say all my living known relatives are all gone after an explosive fire at a family reunion I had not attended in my Junior year of College. Call it lucky but unlucky.

Today was a quiet day, Thursday. The group of teen boys had already passed by causing Chloe and me to rebake today’s special treats again. Chloe was a wedding photographer (she’s here usually 60% of the time) but she also loved hanging out with me so much so that she got a job here with me after the year we graduated from college. We were literally joint to the hip together, ever since grade three when I first threw up on her because she showed me a disturbing picture of a giant spider with wings. We were in each other’s same classes, had millions of sleepovers, and we even went to the same college together. She lived in the room right beside mine, so yeah we are literally joint to the hip. I baked the sweets and made the drinks while Chloe usually took care of the sandwiches, wraps, and organizing everyday menu items.

“I noticed that your boyfriend didn’t come today,” Chloe said as she grabbed out a freshly baked tray of cookies.

“For the last time Chloe, Spencer isn’t my boyfriend,” I said rolling my eyes as I snatched a cookie off of her tray.

“Ugh yeah, you guys literally look in love every time you see each other.” Chloe shot back.

“Not true” I snapped.

“Not to mention your crippling crush on the guy.” Chloe sang with a smug lip on her lips.

My eyes flew open and scanned the empty cafe. “You’re lucky no one’s here,” I said flipping her off.

“Just watch Y/n. I better be your wedding photographer.” Chloe laughed stacking the freshly baked cookies in a perfect tower in the display case.

“Not happening as much as I want it to happen.” I laughed back biting into the cookie in my hand.

For the past few years, Spencer was the only person I had a crush on, he was always here and it just felt as if we had known each other for years, which isn’t a lie considering I have worked in this cafe since senior year of college and he started coming not long after. We got along very well and we always talked in the morning when he waited for his coffee. We knew so much about each other yet so little.

“Is it okay if you run this place a few more hours on your own? I have some unfinished wedding photos to edit, one being editing the mother in laws white dress to another colour,” Chloe said as she removed her apron.

“How does one not know to never wear white to a wedding that’s not theirs, but yeah sure,” I responded pulling out a stool from under the counter.

I watched as Chloe made her way to the back room where the staircase was and turned back around pulling out my laptop to the horror story I was currently writing.

As I typed chapter twelve of my story the little bell on our shop door rang and my head turned to the grandfather clock in the corner and saw it was two hours before closing and then to the door.

There stood Spencer, unusual to say the least he usually comes in the mornings. He was in dress pants with a dress shirt and a purple tie, unusual again, but as always his hair was tousled around wore a huge smile on his pink lips, travel bag hanging from his shoulders, and book in hand.

“Hey!” I called brightly hopping off the stool I sat on.

“Hey Y/n,” Spencer said back as he made his way to his favourite seat at the back of the room.

“The usual?” I asked.

“You know it,” Spencer answered sitting down and opening his big book.

I smiled as I got out Spencer’s favourite mug, a simple black mug with a single purple stripe running through the middle of the cup. It always amazed me how fast he was able to read, spending basically seven seconds on each page.

I poured Spencer’s coffee into the mug and added milk and loads of sugar into it. I picked the mug up and grabbed a slice of strawberry cheesecake and a fork and slowly made my way to where Spencer was seated.

“Here I said, setting the mug and cheesecake onto the small coffee table in front of him. I then made my way to sit in the armchair right across from him.

Spencer looked at the cheesecake and then at me quizzically.

“It’s on me,” I said, realizing.

“Oh no I can’t do that,” Spencer said, pulling out a few extra bills and holding them across the table for me.

“No, really it’s on me.” I laughed pushing his hand back to him.

Spencer closed his book and set it on the table and picked up the slice of cheesecake the fork and took a bite. “This is some good cheesecake.” He pointed out.

“Thank you,” I said with a smile. “Hey, you usually come here bright and early in the mornings. What's with the sudden change?” I asked out of curiosity.

“Oh, I just got off from a long day of work and wanted to come here and relax,” Spencer answered, taking a sip of his coffee.

“Wow, we’ve known each other for literally years now and I still don’t know what you do for a living, mind as I ask,” I questioned watching him.

He set his coffee down and answered, “Oh I work for the FBI, I’m a profiler. What about you? Any other jobs other than here?” He asked out of curiosity.

“Wow, very impressive..” I laughed. Spencer joined in. “This is actually my only job, aside from another thing,” I responded.

“Well, since I told you that I’m an FBI agent, will you tell me YOUR very secret job?” Spencer spoke.

“If I tell you, you have to keep it a secret,” I responded arching an eyebrow.

Spencer exaggerated his thinking face, looking up to the ceiling then back to me with a grin, “I will,” he said.

“Well, I’m an author. But you won’t find my books by searching my name, I have a pen name.” I said as I stood up. I ran to a nearby shelf and took out one of the hard copy books and ran back. I hid it behind my back and spoke again. “Remember, secret,” I said sternly.

“Secret,” Spencer repeated, bringing his fingers to his lips to ‘seal’ his lips.

I laughed as I pulled the book from behind my back and handed it to Spencer.

Spencer scanned the book and looked back up at me with a shocked look on his face. “This is one of my favourite modern-day books,” Spencer exclaimed.

My face immediately lit up and I asked, “Really?”

Spencer nodded his head eagerly.

I leaned back into my chair and whispered. “Wow, for a guy who reads like 100 books a month, he actually thinks mine is really good.”

Spencer broke out in a laugh and said, “I actually have the first edition copy of this,” placing the book onto the table.

I sat back up straighter this time and exclaimed, “I’m actually writing a new horror book right now and my writing has improved a significant amount after I was done reading one of Shakespeare’s books.”

“Mind if I take a peak?” Spencer asked, finishing his cheesecake.

I mocked him and looked to the ceiling with a finger on my cheek “thinking really hard’. “No.” I laughed.

“Why not, I won’t tell.” Spencer jokingly pleaded.

“Still no,” I laughed, “but once it’s finished I’ll let you have the first copy before I officially launch it.”

“I better be first to read it, I’m like your biggest fan.” He laughed.

“False,” I answered, “my biggest fan is actually a lady named Penelope Garcia that sent me a huge gift basket, with a letter that proclaimed her love for my books.”

“Wait did you say, Penelope Garcia?” Spencer asked looking shocked.

“Yeah. Is something wrong?” I asked.

“No, no, nothing wrong,” Spencer laughed, “She’s actually my colleague.”

“What a small world,” I responded amazed.

“Yeah, now I have to fight her for number one fan,” Spencer said with amusement in his voice.

“Oh we’ll have to see Agent Reid,” I joked.

“Actually it’s Doctor,” Spencer corrected.

“Wait but you’re an agent,” I stated.

“Yes, but I’m titled doctor,” Spencer said matter of factly.

“Alright Doctor Reid,” I laughed.

We sat together discussing multiple things with each other and we just clicked. Lucky for him, he got me to spill a little on the new book I was writing and even gave me a few ideas from some of the cases he has dealt with. I asked him about his job and he immediately started talking joyfully, he really loved his job. He also talked about his team a lot.

“Hey lovebirds,” I heard someone call. My head whipped around towards the counter and glared at Chloe so hard.

“We’re just talking,” I called back with annoyance dripping from my voice. I turned back around towards Spencer and saw that he was very flustered, his cheeks were all rosy and red. This made me blush seeing him blush. “I’m sorry for my friend, she’s a little crazy in the head,” I whispered the last part.

“No, no that’s fine,” Spencer laughed. He had found it amusing.

Ring, Ring.

Spencer pulled out his phone and held up a finger to his lips. His face was blank throughout the whole conversation, at times his demeanor would stiffen. After his phone call, he started chugging the rest of his coffee, and putting his satchel on, “I’m really sorry, duty calls,” He said.

“Hey wait, here I’ll pack some sweets for your team.” I got up quickly scurrying towards the desert display.

“Oh no you don’t have to do that,” Spencer said, a small smile on his lips.

“No, no I insist, we’re closing in like 5 minutes anyways, we can’t let these go to waste,” I answered, grabbing out a light purple desert box and placing multiple chocolate chip cookies, slices of pie and cake into the box. I closed it up and ran back over to Spencer and handed the box to him. His hands brushed against mine when he took the box from my hands and butterflies erupted in my stomach.

I bit my lip and smiled, “See you, hopefully, tomorrow,” I said.

“Maybe. Unless the case is going to be overnight, thanks for the sweet, it was really sweet of you.” Spencer responded with a wink pushing the door to the shop open.

“Bye!” I yelled back as he left through the door.

I turned away from the door with a big smile forming on my pink lips. I walked over to the table where we sat and picked up the mug, fork, and plate and carried them over to where Chloe was washing the dishes.

“Dude you’re whipped.” Chloe laughed, drying the wet dishes.

“I know,” I responded with a big smile still on my face.

December 1st:

It was early in the morning and I was down extra early to bake pastries and cakes, the sign was switched to open and Chloe was sitting criss-cross applesauce by the special menus board drawing cute little cartoons. After I put in the last tray of danishes into the oven I started up the coffee pot for the early birds. Mornings at Between The Pages were always calm and peaceful, Chloe and I would both wake up, do our parts and not talk till 11:00 am enjoying each other's silence, then the morning guests were always calm and nice too, we would exchange some friendly words, I would give them their coffee and they’ll wave goodbye and leave. Here at the cafe, there's no such thing as a lunch rush so that's a big weight lifted off Chloe and I’s shoulders.

As I was frosting the danishes the bell that hung on our door rang. I looked up from my frosting to see Spencer in a black suit walk in, my face immediately lit up but then dropped when a blonde female walked in right after him. The female had pretty blonde hair that was in loose curls with small butterfly clips on either side of her head and perfectly cut bangs, she wore a pretty light pink dress with black lace on it, over top of her dress she had a cute white cropped cardigan. Never would I have expected her to be his type, but no one’s judging, I personally loved her style, although I was jealous of her. Maybe they're just friends. Hopefully.

I put on the best smile that I can manage and walked to the cash register and quietly waited for them to walk to me. Before I could register what was happening the blonde lady rushed up to me with a squeal and excitedly said, “Hi, I’m Penelope Garcia, Spencer’s coworker, you must be Y/n, Spencer was talking about. Oh and thank you so much for the sweets yesterday! The whole team loved them.”

Spencer was talking about me?? That was what hit first, then reality. “Nice to meet you and yeah I am Y/n, and I’m glad you liked the treats!” I happily said back. I already liked her completely leaving my jealousy behind me. I turned to Spencer next and smiled even bigger, “Hey Spencer. You want usual?”

“Hey Y/n, yeah the usual,” Spencer responded smiling back at me.

“And you Penelope?” I turned back to her.

“Oh I’ll take a french vanilla with whipped cream and mini marshmallows please,” Penelope responded.

“Hey! I’m Chloe!” Chloe cheerfully explained coming up from behind me and wrapping her left arm around my shoulder. “I’m Y/n’s best friend!”

“Hey, Chloe.” Spencer and Garcia said at the same time, causing everyone to laugh.

“Chloe, could you get their drinks for me?” I asked walking to the back table to pick up a dessert box.

“Yeah sure,” She said to me then turned back to Spencer and Penelope. “Just a moment.”

I picked up the desert box and started placing two dozen danishes in it. They were strawberry, blueberry, and chocolate cream danishes. I closed off the box and walked over to Penelope and Spencer. “On the house, for the team,” I said handing the box to Spencer with a wink.

“Y/n! This is too nice of you, here let me pay.” Spencer rumbled reaching for a few more bills from his wallet.

“Spencer no, it's on the house,” I laughed, pushing his hands away.

“Are you sure Y/n?” He asked.

“YES,” I exclaimed.

“Oh you're the sweetest Y/n,” Penelope squealed joyfully, as Chloe handed them their drinks.

“Be safe!” I called to Spencer and Penelope as they walked out the door of the cafe.

“We’ll try.” They responded together before disappearing around the corner.

My heart pounded in my chest as I stared at the closed door, my mind never leaving the picture of Spencer smiling in my mind. How was I supposed to do anything if all I could think about is Spencer Reid? That stupid adorable smile of his whips me up every time. I snapped myself out of my trance and picked up my piping bag filled with creamy cream cheese icing and resumed icing the uniced danishes.

The morning came and went in a blur, regular customers and newcomers here and there, the danishes were a hit and sold out fast with the coffee ordered. I was currently mixing some brownie batter when my favourite group of college girls walked in, they took their usual afternoon seats at the center round table and started pulling out their laptops, textbooks, and homework.

“Usuals?” I asked as I already started their lattes and mochas.

“As always!” Cherry White, one of the blonde girls replied, rapidly typing on her laptop.

After I poured their drinks into mugs for the girls I brought the mugs to their table. Their heads were all buried inside their textbooks and laptops studying feverishly. I placed all their orders by each girl and watched as they intently worked. Papers and pens were already scattered everywhere in a short time, laptops open and bright as the clicking of the keyboards filled the warm homey air.

“Studying for midterms, girls?” I asked as I placed the last girl's coffee by her hand.

A few of them responded with a quick ‘yup’ and went straight back to their studies.

I went back to baking my brownies while daydreaming about Spencer. The thing’s I would let that man do to me, I thought as I placed the brownies into the oven.

I pulled out my own laptop and continued from where I left off from yesterday night, the chapter I was currently working on was almost done and I had used some of Spencer’s great ideas. Trying my best to focus on the task at hand my mind just kept slipping away to Spencer and the conversations he and I had had yesterday night.

“Look!” I heard Darcy Shawma, a cute Asian girl with braces say. She was pointing to the windows by the front of the shop. Following her fingers' direction, I find soft snow falling from the afternoon sky. I sighed in awe as it was the first snowfall of the season indicating it was the perfect time to start baking Christmas sweets.

Ditching chapter 13 of my book, I pulled up a new search tab and began scavenging google for the best Christmas baking recipes. As I searched I could already just taste the delicious gingerbread in my mouth and the sweet smell of sugar cookies. This had reminded me that I needed to get the annual Christmas tree out soon. This year I had already decided that I would get Spencer Reid a Christmas present. We’d known each other for so long now I just thought it would be a good idea.

For the rest of that night, I surfed the net for yummy Christmas treats to bake and possible presents for Spencer.

December 2nd:

The next day Spencer was a no show. Not thinking much of it I assumed he was away on a case as usual. Chloe and I started putting up the Christmas decorations.

December 6th:

He hadn’t showed up again for the fifth day in a row now. It could just be a long case, nothing to be too worried about. The book was going great. I was now halfway done.

December 13th:

Now I was getting worried. He never in his life has done this. He never not came back after a week. I didn’t have any contact with him so I had no way to know whether he was out on a very long case or he got hurt or if he got tired of the place or oven ME.

December 14th:

I had gone full panic mode. When he hadn’t shown up in the morning I had a whole meltdown on Chloe’s shoulder. She tried telling me maybe he was just away on his own holiday but I didn’t believe her because every year he would tell me.

December 16th:

To cope with Spencer being gone for so long I decided to start decorating gingerbread houses. They turned into piles of gingerbread frosting and candy, they looked as if they were going to be a part of Halloween rather than Christmas. They failed big time. That afternoon the group of College girls came by and they had gotten me a present! I was shocked and very flattered that they thought of me. They explained that it was their senior year of College and that next year they would be leaving, they noticed that I was constantly typing on my laptop that they had gotten me a brand new and updated laptop. The rest of the afternoon we hung out and decorated the leftover gingerbread houses together before they left for their holiday vacation with their families and friends.

December 20th:

Once again I had another meltdown but this time there were no witnesses, we had closed down for the holidays and Chloe was off in New York with her family. She invited me to come with her but I politely declined and stayed behind in case Spencer came. The book was finally done and the first rough copy was printed. After the holiday’s I would bring my book to my publishing company and they could take care of it from there. As for the first copy as promised, I tied the stack of paper that formed a story with a single red ribbon running horizontally and vertically across the book with a pretty bow in the center for Spencer. It was the best gift from my heart. Along with the first copy of my book, I wrote Spencer a letter of confession where I poured my heart out about my feelings for him.

Dear Dr. Spencer Reid,

Merry Christmas! You’ve been gone for a really long time. I hope you’re doing alright! It’s so unusual not to make your daily coffee loaded with sugar. Chloe started asking about you too. We miss you, you know?

I miss you.

We’ve known each other for so long now. Ever since I graduated from University you started coming here too. You fell in love with the place just like I did, I could tell by the expressions on your face. Ever since that day you started coming every possible day possible. I baked a strawberry cheesecake today in hopes the smell will attract you back. Sadly it didn't.

When you walk in through that door everyday my day immediately gets 100x better. Your smile literally radiates serotonin to me. (Please don’t correct me on that, I know that’s impossible.) I really miss your smile, your voice, and your everything really. I wish you would walk through that door right now.

By now you have probably picked up that I like you, I make it very obvious. I LIKE YOU SPENCER REID. There I said it. Chloe has been egging me on for forever to tell you. The day you walked through that door I fell for you hard, I was young and naive but even now that I have grown into an intelligent woman I still like you, you’re something else, Spencer.

I hope this doesn’t affect our friendship, Spencer. I really like what we have right now but if it could grow into something more I would love that.

Bottom line I think I love you, Spencer. God, I don’t think. I do! I love you so much! My heart hurts when I don’t see you, it hurts me when I think about you getting hurt or even seeing you with other girls. I love you, Spencer. I hope you’re safe and you’re having a good Christmas.

With unhealthy amounts of love, Y/n Y/l/n.

December 25th:

He didn’t come again. I left his gift leaning on the glass of the cafe with Spencer’s name written in loopy holiday cursive indicating it was for him and that he’d know it was for him and pick it up if he decided to walk past. He didn’t. For Christmas that year, I sat at the armchairs by the fireplace drinking hot cocoa and eating gingerbread cookies while watching SpongeBob cartoons on my new laptop. To be honest it was a sad way to spend Christmas.

December 31st:

The cafe was re-opened up again. Spencer’s gift was tucked inside a cabinet where I kept my personal things downstairs. He still didn’t come. The worry was now burning inside me. I thought about just showing up at the FBI and asking for Spencer, but he and I weren’t anything. I had no reason to be there.

January 5th:

My book was now officially launched. I tried holding it back for as long as I could but the due date was fast approaching and I had no choice but to publish it. The copies sold out fast and I already got new fan mail. I may have promised Spencer he would be the first person to read it but he was late and never showed up but he would still have the first-ever copy if he ever came back I suppose. Chloe also got back!

January 17th:

The teenage boy’s stormed the bakery. The college girls finally return. The old lady, Granny Lizzie I would call her that owned the shop passed away sadly.

January 20th:

It was a sad day, it was Granny Lizzie’s funeral. I inherited the cafe in her will.

January 29th:

Snowstorm.

February 7th:

Chloe’s birthday! We shut down the cafe for three days and she and I flew out to LA together to celebrate her birthday. Lots of drinking. Maybe even a hookup.

February 14th:

Chloe got asked out. No Spencer. Valentine day dates overflow the cafe. Red velvet cheesecake cookies, big hit.

February 26th:

Started on a new book. More mental breakdowns. I really missed Spencer. Snow is gone now.

March 4th:

Discovered one of the couples got divorced and no longer came to the cafe. Bummer they were really nice.

March 20th:

Rain. Closed off early to lay in the rain on the top of the roof. Relaxing. Cried for Spencer.

March 26th:

Spencer!

10 minutes until closing.

The bell to the cafe rang and I boringly glanced at the door, not a single interest in me. I hadn’t seen Spencer in so long I gave up in hope. A tall man appeared in the doorway, he had longish curly hair and wore a tight black suit with a purple tie. It took me a moment to realize who it was.

“SPENCER!” I yelled as he approached the counter; the way he walked and carried himself changed, he no longer had a doubt in his steps, his strides were now confident and long. He carried himself with confidence and security and looked like he didn’t have a care in the world, he was more relaxed now and not uptight and stiff.

My whole mood changed completely, I was no longer sad or bored and was now full of energy and excitement. Ditching the register I ran around back to get to the other side of the counter. As soon as I was close enough to Spencer I jumped into his arms and squeezed him tight. Immediately he responded and hugged me tight and held my weight.

“Where were you?” I whispered, not letting Spencer go.

“I was in prison,” He whispered back, his voice cracking.

“Wait what?” I asked in disbelief but that wasn’t enough for me to let go of him. It didn’t matter.

“I was framed for murder,” He responded no hesitation.

I immediately relaxed again and melted away in the hug.

“I missed you!” I grumbled, finally pulling away from the hug.

“I know, I missed you too,” Spencer whispered.

“Can I just kiss you!” I blurted out suddenly.

Not needing to be told twice Spencer immediately captured my lips in his. His lips were what I had imagined soft against mine, and moulded perfectly into mine. The kiss was sweet but also hungry yet still gentle, his hands held my waist as mine tangled into his soft curls. It was probably the best kiss I have ever had. Scratch that it was the best kiss I’ve ever had.

“I have something for you,” I whispered, pressing my forehead against his, our nose tickling each other.

“Mhm, and what’s that?” He asked, smiling.

“Go grab a seat,” I responded, already running around the corner to get Spencer’s very late Christmas present.

Swinging open the cabinet door excitedly, I grabbed my wrapped gift for Spencer.

Gripping the three-month-old gift tightly, I made my way quickly back to where Spencer was sitting. Our spot, I would like to say.

“This is for you,” I said, handing him the gift with a wide smile. “You were supposed to receive it on Christmas,” I finished with a shrug.

“You didn’t have to Y/n,” Spencer said, unwrapping the gift.

“I definitely had too,” I reassured with a warm smile.

“Y/n is this what I think it is?” Spencer asked, picking up the first-ever copy of my semi-new book.

“Mhm, as promised Spencer you get the first copy, even though you weren’t able to be the first one to read it.” I shrugged.

“This is great! I don’t mind, it was something both of us couldn’t control,” Spencer responded, picking up the letter I had written for him.

“Read it!” I exclaimed.

Spencer nodded and unfolded the perfectly folded letter. It barely took him a minute to read the letter, it looked as if he just scanned the letter with his eyes but in reality he definitely memorized it. After his eyes landed at the bottom of the page he slowly looked back up to meet my eyes.

“I love you too,” He breathed.

“I’m s-sorry can you say that again, I heard you the first time, I just need to re-hear you again to make sure,” I stuttered happy tears escaping my eyes.

Whipping the tears away Spencer leaned close to my ear and whispered, “Y/n Y/l/n I love you.”

“This is probably the best thing that has happened to me ever since my Junior year of University.” I happily cried.

“Me too,” Spencer said.

“Does this mean we’re together?” I asked suddenly.

“Yes, this does,” He responded.

“Good. I’ve waited for this for so long,” I breathed.

“All throughout prison you were the only thing I thought about, other than getting out and trying to stay alive,” Spencer said.

“That’s flattering yet scary,” I responded with a light chuckle.

“I guess it is,” Spencer responded.

April 5th:

“SPENCER, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING! THE DRY INGREDIENTS AND THE WET INGREDIENTS NEED TO BE SEPARATE,” I yelled as I dumped burnt to crisp cinnamon buns down the garbage shoot. They were like pieces of black coal that were steaming a very unpleasant smell.

“I forgot!” Spencer yelled back, unsuccessfully cracking an egg.

There were three more hours until opening happened and baking was not being done. Well, it was being done, just very poorly. Spencer asked to come over very early in the morning to help me bake, he had reassured me that he would be helpful but right now he’s not really living up to his promise.

Two batches. That’s it, two good batches was all we got out of a dozen.

“I thought baking was easier,” Spencer puffed, ditching the eggs and plopping down onto a stool.

“It’s just math and science Spencer,” I laughed.

“Well it’s complicated,” He pouted.

“Oh, boo-hoo,” I mocked, rubbing my eyes, fake crying.

May 21st:

Chloe got engaged! So her date went well I would assume. I’m so excited, the weddings going to be so amazing!

May 30th:

CHLOE ASKED ME TO BE HER MAID OF HONOUR!!!!!!! It’s party time bitchessssss.

June 3rd:

“SURPRISE!” Was the first thing I heard walking in through the doors of the cafe. Looking around the whole cafe was decorated in streamers and balloons for my birthday.

“You guys! You didn’t have to do this!” I exclaimed.

“But we did!” Spencer said kissing my cheek. Taking my hand in his he spoke again, “Come meet the team.”

I immediately stiffened at the thought of meeting Spencer’s team. He most likely noticed this and gave my hand a small squeeze. “Don’t worry they’ll love you,” He reassured.

“I’m counting you on that,” I whispered.

July 25th:

Chloe’s wedding is today! The day was perfect and sunny for a beach wedding, everyone who was invited to their wedding flew out to California for their beach wedding. The groom’s name was Ricky Polern and he was actually a pretty nice guy, funny, and respectful.

I brought Spencer with me as a plus one to the wedding and Spencer gladly came with me. Although I had to push some buttons with his team to drag him with me.

The wedding was spectacular and everyone had lots of fun, the food was great, and fortunately, there was no case to steal Spencer away from me. Spencer and I even had our first slow dance together. He looked so handsome in the dim light and he had told me I was the one he wanted to grow old with. I cried tears of joy.

I caught the bouquet!

August 7th:

David Rossi invited me over to dinner to get to know me better, it was VERY scary at first but he ended up loving me. Chloe was also finally moved out, it was very sad but we promised to call everyday.

August 22nd:

Spencer proposed! I think I might die of happiness. I will die of happiness.

“Spencer, what are we doing out here on the roof so late at night?” I asked as Spencer dragged me onto the roof.

“I have something to show you!” Spencer excitedly responded.

Spencer had set up a table with red table cloth and vanilla-scented candles with perfectly placed table utensils. All of it seemed so cliche but it was adorable coming from Spencer.

Spencer pulled out a seat for me to sit at and I chuckled and gave a little curtsy before sitting. Pushing me in gently making sure he didn’t push me in too much he ran over to his side of the table and sat down too. “So do you like it?” He asked.

“Spencer this is great,” I answered.

Spencer’s smile widened and he looked as if he was a child again and he had just discovered he was going to DisneyLand.

Pulling out a very delicious looking strawberry cheesecake out of a picnic basket, Spencer set it down between us and said, “I have successfully backed a strawberry cheesecake for you Y/n just like how you baked one for me.”

“Spencer you didn’t have too! This is so amazing.” I exclaimed, examining the perfectly baked sweet.

“It took me a few tries but I did it,” He admitted.

“What matters is that you did this for me,” I said reassuringly with a warm smile tugging at my lips.

“Hey could you cut the cake, I need to do something,” Spencer said, handing me a small cake knife before he disappeared out of my sight.

“Spencer, this has great texture,” I explained cutting into the fluffy cheesecake.

“Y/n turn around,” I heard Spencer say from behind.

Not giving it much thought I did. What I saw surprised me completely. Spencer was on one knee and in his hands was a beautiful dark purple velvet box and in it sat a beautiful diamond ring. The ring had a thin silver band and a beautiful perfectly round diamond.

“I know this is really early in our relationship Y/n, but it feels like I’ve known you for my whole life. You’re the one person that makes me happier than the books I read and you make me feel so special. Your kind, beautiful, smart and you love everyone you meet. That day you met my team they loved you so much Rossi told me to marry you and when you caught the bouquet I knew I had too. Y/n Y/ln will you marry me?” He proposed smiling up at me.

At that moment I fell in love with Spencer all over again, to have him say those things warmed my heart to the fullest. I felt tears in my eyes when I answered, “Yes! Yes! Yes! I would love to marry you!” I cried.

Spencer gently slipped the ring onto my finger and jumped up and brought me into a big hug. Without much thought I crushed my lips onto Spencer and wrapped my arms around the back of his neck. This kiss we shared was beyond special as our bodies pressed together and our lips moved in sync.

“I love you so much,” I whispered, pulling away.

“I love you more,” Spencer said, reconnecting our lips.

September 1st:

I asked Chloe to be my maid of honour! She said yes!

September 16th:

I met Spencer’s mother and she was the sweetest person alive, she and I started the planning for the wedding.

September 30th:

Wedding dress shopping!!

October 1st:

Spencer and I had the best time together decorating the cafe with Halloween decorations. It was his favourite holiday and he was definitely living up to the Halloween spirit.

October 28th:

It’s Spencer's birthday! The team called me up in secret and we planned a secret birthday party for Spencer. He admitted he figured out we had planned a party for him because he knew we were sneaking around, but he still loved it. Everyone had fun and very very drunk.

October 31st:

Spencer unfortunately couldn’t spend Halloween with me this year, he was away on a case. But he promised he would make up for it when he got back.

November 15th:

Spencer and I were finally getting married. The wedding was beautiful, nothing grand but it was spectacular. The dress I wore was beautiful but simple, it was sleek and fit me well hugging all my curves and was floor length. Spencer looked very handsome standing at the altar as I was walked by Rossi to him.

The wedding vows were said and both Spencer and I had no hesitation. When we kissed the whole crowd cheered for us. The night was magical the best I’ve ever had, we danced the night away and in the end we took a jet to Sydney Australia for our honeymoon. But not before Chloe took mass amounts of photos of Spencer and me and rubbed the fact that Spencer and I did get married in my face.

It was great.

December 25th:

Spencer and I had our first Christmas together, it was also the day I told him I was pregnant. He was very excited. We were ready for children.

Somewhere in the future:

We had twins, Amelia and Claira Reid! Spencer is the best father ever, he loves his girls so much and would do anything for them.

We ended up moving in together in a small beautiful house in the same neighborhood as Rossi, who treated them like they were his own grandchildren. I retired from the cafe and became a full-time author writing horror novels. Cherry White and her best friend Rossa Lenney ended up caring on the legacy and I passed on the cafe to her and her best friend.

As cliche as it sounds, Spencer and I had a happily ever after.

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I Found- Chapter 1

A/N: Hey folks! This is little visit to the past in honour of the one year anniversary of Extraction and this fic itself. As of tomorrow, I will post two to three chapters A DAY until all are up. I know they’re a mess on my blog right now and people who don’t want to go to Ao3 can’t find all the chapters. I was going to thoroughly edit, but I thought ‘why not leave it as is?’. It’s a little more than 365 days old now and a lot has changed for both the characters and my writing itself. As my long time readers and supporters can tell you :). So keep in mind, this was my first foray into writing Tyler and it’s rough and it’s a little...not the me I am now...but it’s a fun ride, IMO.

Fandom: Extraction

Pairing: Tyler Rake and Esme Rake (Original Female Character)

Face Claims: Chris Hemsworth (obviously) and Rachel Bilson

Premise: Broken and bleeding. Weathered and in tatters. Two damaged and weary souls find one another when they least expect it. Wrong place, wrong time. Yet both powerless to stop it.

Summary: Eleven months after the events in Dhaka and his near death experience, Tyler Rake is a new man. A different man. Struggling with the demons of his past while balancing being a husband and a father.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23945782/chapters/57587218

It's been just shy of twelve months and his instincts are still keen; nerves rash and fresh, body and mind always on high alert. The proof to the old adage that old habits really do die hard.

A journey to the very brink of death. Weeks of lying in a hospital bed teetering on the threshold of this life and the next. Countless agonizing hours of rehab and physical therapy just to relearn the basics and get back onto his weary and battered feet. Once he was home nothing had been able to slow him down. He threw everything he had into healing. Every ounce of mind, body, and spirit. Pushing himself past the warnings and the limits that the doctors and specialists had set for him. Ignoring the advice on not to push himself too hard, too fast. He felt as if he didn't have a choice. He no longer just had himself to worry about; another human being with one on the way that was relying on him. Depending on him to take care of them. Provide for them. Protect them. So he had pushed himself to the brink of both exhaustion and physical and emotional collapse. Eventually finding himself back at at the gym and packing on the weight and muscle. Anxious for some semblance of the man he used to be.

He hears the soft rustle of blankets though the monitor on the nightstand and his eyes immediately snap open. Sleep was a strange beast for him these days. Nights where he could fall into a peaceful slumber and stay there until sunlight was streaming through the window, others where the pain was all encompassing and nauseating and he couldn't get comfortable, and those where he was haunted by the demons of his past. The latter didn't come nearly as often as they did before; managing to find some hint of internal peace with the things he had done and witnessed. Once in a while he'd find himself back on that bridge; assaulted by the smells of gun powder and lead. The acrid taste of blood on his lips. And he'd hear her voice and feel her hands; the way she cradled his face in them, the way she'd pulled his nearly lifeless body tight against her, felt those tears that fell on his skin. Thankfully he'd awaken and quickly discover that he was in the safety and comfort of his own home. His own bed. And he'd watch her as she slept; the way the moonlight painted her smooth skin in an ethereal glow and the slight smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth. He'd watch her and listen to her breathe and he'd remind himself of just how far he had come. Gratitude spreading through him like a slow burning fire. Thankful for the second chance that he'd been given. For the love that he'd found during one of the darkest and most difficult periods of his life. She'd given him a reason. A purpose. And he wasn't going to take that for granted.

He groans as he rolls over onto his back. The pain isn't as bad tonight. There were times he could barely even move. Where the agony made him dizzy and nauseous and even the simplest of tasks seemed impossible to preform. Tonight it's a dull ache; a nagging pain that has settled deep into his bones and his joints but he has learned to deal with. Placing his hands behind his head, he waits and listens. The lights from the monitor dancing across the ceiling as life stirs in the room across the hall. He's gotten used to it; the little noises, the soft sighs, the slight fussing before she settles herself back to sleep. It wasn't his first rodeo after all; not his first foray into fatherhood. But it is the first time he's been able to be more hands on. Put his be all and end all into the nurturing. And this time he knows he will get it right. He's determined to make amends for the mistakes of his past. Moving on didn't mean forgetting. It didn't mean that the love and regret and the guilt weren't still there, lingering just under the surface. Sometimes the greatest homage to the dead was how the living continued. How they made up for the bad decisions they made and how those decisions had...in the end...helped shape them into a better person.

The sounds through the monitor continue and he sits up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and giving his body and brain time to adjust to full consciousness. Running his hands through his hair and over his tired face, fingers brushing against the various scars that serve as a lasting memory of his former life. A pair of sweats sit in a discarded pile by the bed and he reaches for them; softly muttering profanities at the various cracks and pops that his body makes at the simple task of pulling on his pants. Scar tissue, arthritis, remnants of shrapnel and bullets that couldn't safely be removed. All working together to be a complete pain in his ass. His wife moves behind him. Sighing loudly and contently as she rolls over onto her side. Not waking as her hand instinctively reaching out for him; finger tips brushing against his back just as he stands up.

He is out the door and in the hall before the first shrill cry erupts. Yawning and stretching noisily as he steps into the nursery. A cheerful room with soft yellow walls, pink, white, and purple stripped curtains and natural wood furniture. Teddy bears and dolls staring down at him from the perches on the shelves on the wall, accompanied by framed photos of baby animals and Disney characters. He'd never pictured himself a 'girl dad'; frilly dresses and the tiny socks with the lace around the ankles, and the little headbands that served no other purpose than being cute. He was rough and tumble. Always had been, even from an early age. So when he'd found out he was having a daughter he'd been terrified. He didn't know the first thing about taking care of little girls and doing their hair and healing their broken hearts. And for the first time in his life was actually scared of something. Or someone. A being that hadn't even been born yet but was already making a huge impact on his life.

“You'll be fine,” his wife had assured him when he'd expressed his concern. Watching from the couch as she stood at the kitchen table folding laundry. Including a newly purchased outfit and those tiny teeny socks that she had purchased just hours ago. She was so beautiful. Standing there with that chestnut hair tumbling down to her waist, her belly swollen with their child. HIS child. A child that had been conceived in the midst of all the chaos and uncertainty. “You've ridden this particular bike before,” she'd reminded him. “This isn't your first time going through this.”

“That was different. That was a boy. This is a girl. This is dresses and pig tails and tea parties and make up and other boys.”

“Tyler, that's years down the road. You can't worry about that stuff. Make up and boys? You can't dwell on what she's going to be like when she's a teenager.”

“I sure bloody well can. Because knowing my luck she'll end up just like her mother. Full of piss and vinegar and all kinds of trouble.”

“You always did know how to get yourself into heaps of it,” she'd smirked, and tossed a pair of balled up socks in his direction, just missing his head. “But you always managed to get yourself out of it too.”

“I knew you were trouble from the very second I met you, you know,” he'd said, as he got off the couch and wandered over to where she was so diligently working. Liking the way that simple white gold wedding band looked on her finger. He still hadn't gotten used to; it had only been a few months and even with that life growing in her belly, they were still very much enjoying being newlyweds. He liked it. Being a husband. He liked the simplicity and the comforts that came with the little things that took up their new life. Household chores and preparing meals and sharing a bed with the same warm body and beautiful face each and every day. Mundane to some. A welcome change and relief to him.

“I wasn't the one with the reputation for being difficult,” she'd reminded him. “I wasn't the one who was like a bear with a sole asshole even on his best days.”

“Yet here you are. Playing house with me. A good little wife. Giving me babies. So I must have done something right, huh?” he'd playfully nudged her with his elbow. “You stuck around. Through thick or thin. I put you through a lot of shit and agony and here you are. Here WE are.”

“You can't get rid of me that easily, Tyler Rake. You think you would have realized that by now.”

“Getting rid of you is the last thing I ever want.”

They'd stood in companionable silence; working quickly and efficiently together. Little boring tasks that they almost never got to experience. He'd never take things like that for granted again. And he'd grabbed a pair of her underwear from the fresh pile and hooking them around his finger, grinned as he swung them around.

“How'd we ever graduate to these, huh? These are not what I remember you wearing. You weren't wearing any the first time we...well...you know...”

“You're such a pig,” she'd grumbled, and tried to snatch them away. Frowning when he held them high above his head. Not an easy reach for a woman that only stood five foot three. “What is wrong with you? Seriously.”

“I thought you were trouble the second I met you. The way you shook my hand. The way you smiled at me. But I knew it for sure when I had you pinned against that wall and I put my hand down your shorts and realized that you weren't any underwear. Remember that? That first time? I knew I was in trouble but I didn't want to stop. I couldn't stop. I was surprised you were such a kinky little thing.”

“You've got issues. What is your major malfunction?”

“Nothing wrong with a little visit to the past. Especially when it involves being naked.”

“Would you stop?” she'd perched herself on her tip toes and frantically tried to grab the offending piece of clothing from his grasp. “What's gotten into you?”

“It's what hasn't gotten into you in a while,” he'd retorted, laughing when she'd directed a slap to his gut, his arms circling her waist when she'd lost her balance and tumbled into him. And they'd stood like that; her head against his chest, his eyes closed and his chin resting on the top of her head. Loving all those things about her that had become so familiar and comforting to him. The lingering scent of coconut shampoo that clung to her hair, the feel of her heart beating against him, those small and soft hands stroking up and down his back. This woman...the one that had seen him at his most fragile...who he owed his life to.

Her hands were on the back of his shoulders when she'd pulled away and looked up at him. Her eyes sparkling as she smiled. A smile he had once thought he'd never see again.

“I love you,” he'd told her. Three words that he had always hesitated on uttering before but now couldn't say enough. If Gaspar was still around he'd call him soft. Tell him he was whipped and a pussy and needed to get his balls back. But he wasn't around anymore.

A lot of people weren't.

“I know,” she'd said. “But not nearly as much as I love you.”

“Hey, this isn't a competition. And if it was, I'd win. I always do.”

“You have a very overinflated sense of yourself,” she'd chided.

He was her rock. He knew that. Even when he was still recovering and he was nothing more than a mere fraction of the man he once was. Even when she had to help nurse him back to health and he'd had to trust her completely with even the mundane things like feeding himself and brushing his teeth. But she'd stuck by him. Even when he felt humiliated that he even needed help with such things. Embarrassed that she was seeing him so vulnerable. Allowing her to see his tears of anger, frustration, and pain. She'd always said that he was the only one that made her feel safe and secure. Protected. Even when he wasn't at his best.

“Shit...” She'd grimaced when the baby had kicked her especially hard. Eyes closing and her forehead falling onto his chest.

“Even I felt that one.” He’d e'd move one hand from her waist to her ever growing stomach. Marvelling at the way he could feel their baby...his baby...moving inside of her. It may not have been his first time. Not his first child. But he was determined to enjoy every second of it and not take a single moment for granted. “See what I mean? Trouble just like her mom. Feisty as all hell. A boy wouldn't cause this many issues.”

“Boys come with a whole shit load of issues. After all, it was a boy that got me into this situation in the first place.”

“Come on now, I wasn't the only one that was having all the fun. You seemed to be enjoying yourself too. I didn't make this baby all on my own, you know.”

“It was fun,” she'd admitted. “It always is.”

“Yeah. It most definitely is.”

One of her hands came down to rest on top of his and they stood there together, feeling their child moving inside of her. Marvelling at all the kicks and wriggles. At the miracle that they had created. All because two people fell in love during the entirely wrong time and in the entirely wrong place.

“You need to take it easy there, sweetheart,” he'd spoken to his daughter, his hand moving in slow, comforting circles. “Go easy on your mum, okay? Daddy's already put her through enough to last a lifetime.”

“She listens to you already. She likes your voice.”

“Already takes after her mother. Isn't that one of the first things you said you liked about me? My voice?”

“It does funny things to my insides. Even now.”

“I like doing funny things to your insides,” he'd dropped a kiss on the top of her head and she'd looked up at him once again.

“I think we should go to bed.”

“It's only eight thirty.”

“I don't mean to sleep. I mean to do other things. Fun things. Things that help you sleep better.”

A slow grin had spread across his face.

He didn't need to be told twice.

*******

“What's going on in here?” he asks as he steps alongside the crib, where his tiny baby girl has managed to to shed herself of her tight swaddling and was preparing to whip herself up into a frenzy. She has his temper already; slow to anger but almost impossible to control once the fuse was fully lit. “What kind of trouble are you getting up to in here? How'd you get yourself into such a mess? Clever little thing, aren't you.”

The crying dies down. Settling down to a mere whimper. She recognizes her daddy's voice. His face. And she knows she's in good hands. The wailing replaced by an impossibly dramatic pout on someone so young.

“You really are your mother's daughter,” he says. “I recognize that look anywhere. How does a little one like you get yourself into trouble? Look at you...” he untangles the receiving blanket from between her legs and scoops her up from the crib. Lifting her to the safe and warm confines of his chest. A forearm supporting her bum, his palm on the back of her head. “It's okay now,” he croons, and presses a kiss to the side of her head. She has his hair; same texture and colour. His eyes. Even his nose and lips. He can hear his wife now. Complaining about doing all the leg work and going through all the pain, only to have the baby coming out looking just like him. “Daddy's here now. Everything is fine. You're okay now.”

After a quick diaper change, he carries her through the apartment and into the kitchen. That tiny little body laying perfectly along his forearm as he warms a bottle from the fridge. She fits so perfect in the crook of his arm; head nestled into the valley on his elbow, feet by his wrist. She's long. Lanky. Just like he'd been as a kid. “You're probably wondering why I'm out here doing this,” he speaks as he waits for the bottle to warm. “You know this is usually your mummy's thing. Getting up in the middle of the night. And I know she doesn't exactly use these silly things to feed you. But I thought we'd be nice and let her sleep. She does a lot for us, you know. She deserves to sleep.”

He sits on the couch as he feeds her; both feet on the coffee table, knees bent with her lying along his thighs. One hand holding the bottle and the fingers of the other exploring every inch of her. She is wondrous; big blue eyes and impossibly long dark lashes and freckles across the bridge of her nose. And has he talks to her in a deep and soothing tone, her gaze is focused intently on him. Eyes never leaving his, one of her tiny hands reaching for the hand that holds the bottle, all fingers curling around just one of his. He had forgotten what this was like. The pure magic of being a father. Knowing that you had helped create something so incredible. That you had played a part in bringing another human being into this world.

As crazy and fucked up as the world could be, that is. It gave him a sense of peace. The knowledge that when the end came, he'd go knowing that he had done something truly good and valuable with his life.

He stands and carries her over to the balcony window. Once again holding her with a forearm under her bum and a firm hand on the back of his head. “You see that out there...” he nods towards the skyline; twinkling lights of skyscrapers and glowing street lights and blazing stars. “...that can be a real scary place. There's a lot of really bad people out there. But there's a lot of really good people too. People that would protect you, no questions asked. People that already love you without even really knowing you. And somewhere out there, is some guy that's going to come into your life and probably break your heart. And you know what? That's okay. It's okay to get your heart broken. Because it makes you a better person. It makes you stronger. Even if you think it's going to kill you at the time.”

She stares up at him with those huge blue eyes. With so much wonder and trust that it it causes a lump of emotion to gather in his throat and blur his vision.

“You know, there was almost a time where this might not have happened. Where I might not have been here. Where it might have just been you and your mom. And if it wasn't for your mom, I probably wouldn't be here. She's something else, you know. She's the bravest and strongest person I've ever met in my entire life. And there were so many times where this could have been too much for her...where I could have been too much for her...and she could have just walked away. But she never did. She never gave up on me. Even when I was ready to give up on myself. She's the one you need to worry about, you know. She jokes around that I'm going to be the one that scares all the boys away but I have a feeling it's going to be her. She doesn't let anyone mess with the people she loves. She's a momma bear. She's ferocious and she's loyal and she will f...” he bites his tongue “...mess someone up if she needs to. I was even kind of scared of her when I first meet her. Not because she's scary looking or I was afraid she'd hurt me. Mind you, she probably could if she got mad enough. Like how she gets when I leave the toilet seat up in the middle of the night. She scared me because I'd never felt that way about anyone. At least not that quickly. You can be the strongest person in the world, but when that one person comes along, you can't stop it. No matter if the timing isn't right. No matter how screwed up things are. Even if it is the wrong place, wrong time. You're powerless. Your heart just takes over. The important thing you have to remember is that you let your heart and your head work at the same time. That's the only way things will be okay. Or at least that's how it worked for your mom and I.”

He adjusts his hold on her, bringing her up to rest against his chest. Fingers combing through her thick, silky hair, his other hand softly stroking her back.

“Your mom came into my life when I'd pretty much given up on everything. When I didn't even feel human any more. Where nothing mattered. She came into my life and rescued me. In every way a person can rescue someone. And I know she'll probably deny that if you ask her. She'd say that I'm the brave one. That I'm the one that rescues people. But she had the toughest job out of them all. I'm not the easiest person to love. And she knew that. Yet here she is. A year later and she's still sticking around. Still putting up with my crap. So I must be doing something right, yeah? She hasn't smothered me with a pillow in my sleep or put poison in my food or put a hit out on me.”

“You just had to ruin the moment,” that soft voice says from behind, and he watches her reflection through the window as she journeys over to them. Chestnut hair messy from sleep and falling loose to the middle of her back. She is heavier now; softer and curvier in all the right places. Having a baby will do that to you. But she's still the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. Even more so decked out in one of his shirts; the fabric hanging to well below her knees, sleeves rolled and bunched just about her elbows. “What are you two doing? It's late. Or really early. Depending on how you look at it.”

“We're just having a little daddy daughter bonding time.”

She squints her eyes and peers at the clock on the nearby wall. “It's ten after three.”

“Time means nothing when you have a baby. She doesn't know what time it is. And I barely sleep, so...”

“So what does this bonding time consist of? Shit talking me?”

“I only said that last part because I knew you were behind me. I said all good things, I swear. And I was telling her all my best stories.”

“Lord I really hope not,” she rubs his shoulders and presses a kiss to his back before sidling up beside him. “All your best stories are gory.”

“I'm saving those ones for when she's old enough to be able to kick someone in the balls if they're bothering her. So she doesn't have to rely on a brother to do it.”

“Not even two months into this and you're already contemplating another? Good luck doing that yourself. Let me know how it works out for you.”

The subject had come up once or twice. About whether or not this was a one off or there were other children in their future. After he'd lost his son and given up on life, he hadn't thought there'd be any other kids. It wasn't as if he lived the kind of life he'd be proud to bring a child into it. She'd been a complete surprise. They thought they'd been careful. Apparently they hadn't been careful enough.. But she wasn't a mistake. Far from it. A happy accident was more like it. Now that he'd gotten his feet wet again in the parenting pool, he was open to having more kids. He craved it, actually. Another two or three. And a modest house on a good parcel of land. Somewhere close to the beach. With a window that looked into the backyard that he could watch his children through. Where he could grow old and gray with the love of his life.

But he still had a lot of shit to deal with before any of that could happen.

She yawns loudly and steps in front of him; both arms wrapping around his waist she lays her head against him. “Are you okay?”

“Best I can be, I guess. Little sore. But what else is new.”

She just nods. She knows it goes beyond being 'a little sore'. She had seen the extent of his injuries. She'd lived out the horror right alongside of him. It had been his blood that soaked her that day on the bridge. But she also knows he isn't the type you fawn over. He doesn't like the attention. Feeling as if he's weak. Or that he may be a burden. He was still trying to get that confidence back. The ego takes a serious beating when you're left unable to do even the smallest of tasks for yourself. “You're having trouble sleeping?”

“When haven't I had trouble sleeping?”

“But it's worse now, isn't it. I know how many times you get up in the middle of the night. It's worse now.”

“Just a stage,” he assures her. “I'll be fine. How many times have we been through this, huh? How many times do I have to tell you not to worry about me?”

“A million. But I still won't listen.”

“That's never going to change,” he teases. “You didn't listen to me a year ago and you don't listen to me now. And you wonder why I say your daughter is going to be trouble.”

She grins up at him. “Why does she become just my daughter when you talk about trouble?”

“Because we both know who the real trouble maker is in this relationship,” he retorts, and presses a kiss to her forehead.

In silence they watch their daughter; the way her eyes shift between the two of them before slowing beginning to close, a yawn escaping her mouth. A surprisingly large one that ends in a tiny squeak. He's in awe of her. Of how tiny and fragile she is. How he'd managed to make something so amazing.

“She's beautiful,” he speaks around a lump of emotion that sits square in his throat. His emotions have been raw since that day in Dhaka. And even more so since becoming a father for a second time. He can hear Gaspar in his head again. Talking about how soft he was becoming. That he didn't even recognize him any more. That growing a heart this late in the game was going to be his biggest downfall and his most relentless enemy. “Like her mother.”

“She looks just like you.”

“I honestly don't see it,” he hopes he sounds a least a tad sincere.

His wife gives a derisive snort. “You have some seriously strong genes, Tyler Rake. Imagine if we had a boy? Probably be your splitting image. By the way...” she rubs his stomach and smiles up at him. “...you do the really big, strong man with a tiny baby thing very well. It's kind of sexy.”

“Just kind of? I was going for totally sexy. Insanely sexy. You might as well said mediocre sexy.”

“Don't expect me to stroke your ego at three in the morning.”

“Why not? Not like you've been stroking anything else lately.”

“Shhhh...” she places a finger over her lips. “...there's innocent ears in this room.”

“She's asleep. And even if she wasn't, she wouldn't understand what I was saying anyway. Besides, she's going to end up learning where she come from sooner or later.”

“Well let's make that later. Much later. And mediocre sexy? Really? As if you could ever be anything other than out of the world sexy.”

“You're lucky. I was going to have to file for divorce if you called me 'average sexy'.”

“You're too much,” she giggles, and dropping one of her arms from around his waist, runs the palm of her hand along the baby's hair. “And you're right. She is beautiful. She is perfect.”

“It's hard to believe sometimes, isn't it? That we made her? During all that craziness and all that madness, we actually made a life together. Surreal, huh? That something so beautiful could come out of all of that?”

“A lot of beautiful things came out of that. We just have a hard time recognizing what they are sometimes.”

He nods in agreement. Sniffling noisily and swallowing heavily when the weight of emotion becomes almost too much to bear. He's never had to hide this side of himself when it came to her. After all, she was the one who'd successfully bulldozed all of his walls to the ground. So it comes as no surprise to either of them when the tears finally do come; blazing hot against his skin, the taste of salt stinging his lips.

“Baby...” she turns to face him, reaching up to take his face in her hands. “...what's wrong? What...?”

“Nothing's wrong. I just...” he struggles to find the words, inhaling deeply and releasing a shaky breath. “...thank you...” he says. “...for her. For you. For us.”

“I think you played a pretty big part in her being here,” she reminds him. “It's not like I did this alone.”

“I don't deserve all of this. I don't deserve her. I don't deserve you. This...this life...” he shakes his head. “...this was meant for someone else. A better man than me.”

She chews pensively on her bottom lip and regards him through her own tears. He knows she won't let them come. She's been the one holding back lately. When they'd met, she'd been the high strung and overly emotional one. Always on edge. Waiting for the other shoe to drop. He'd been that calm, cool, and collected one. The one that held shit together when it threatened to blow apart. Talking her down off the ledge while trying to keep both of them...and eventually Ovi...alive. Since the baby she'd changed. Her motherly instincts and her love for their child could never be matched by anyone else. But she had closed herself off in other ways. She became the strong and silent one. The one who always held her emotions in check. He figured it was all that time she spent helping him get back on his feet. What she'd seen and had to endure would harden anyone.

But he'd be lying if he didn't say he wasn't concerned. If he didn't find himself wishing for that emotional and broken girl she'd once been.

She was out there. And he knew where.

She was still back in Dhaka.

Still standing on that bridge.

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(This was an AU short story I wrote for a reddit 1-day writing contest for the star vs subreddit a long while back and later decided to add a twist ending to. While I went back and edited it a little bit, it was still something I wrote in like 2 hours so don’t expect a masterpiece. And since it’s longer than I remembered so it’s after the break)

“And that should be everything,” Dr. Backintosh said as she ticked off a few notes on her clipboard. “We’ll call you to set up a follow-up appointment once the results come in, but based on what we’ve gathered so far, I don’t foresee anything keeping us from moving on to the next phase.”

Meteora shifted in her hospital gown before feeling Mariposa squeeze her hand. The two exchanged a hopeful look before she returned her attention to the doctor. “So, you don’t think there will be any problem because of…what I am?”

The doctor looked up and gave a reassuring smile. “Ms. Butterfly, while your body may be more unique than others, you still have all the same organs and working parts we’re used to dealing with. I won’t say it’s impossible something won’t come up, but I wouldn’t bet on it.”

Meteora let out a sigh she hadn’t even realized she’d been holding. “Good.”

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“I guess all that’s left is to figure out a donor,” Mariposa mused aloud as they exited the doctor’s office and made their way to her car. Meteora immediately knew that she already had an idea, otherwise she wouldn’t have brought it up. It was, after all, the part of this situation that made her the most uncomfortable. More about it probably should have made her uncomfortable, like the very basic fact that 19 was a bit young to be doing what she was. But unlike Mari, quintessential college student that she was, who had every opportunity still ahead of her, Meteora only had one major decision of her own to make. And she had decided to make it before her weird half-breed biology could mess something up about it. Everything else, like where she could live and what job she’d have, had already been decided by the government or negotiated by her parents. And while being the monster representative would be a cushy job, she wasn’t sure that’s what she would have chosen for herself.

“I’m not going to like what you’re going to say next, am I,” Meteora said, knowing the answer.

Mari put on her most innocent smile, the smile that had convinced Meteora to do so many things over the years. So many things that often ended with them in trouble. “Well, there is one obvious way that would let me be a real aunt.”

Meteora stopped in place. “Please don’t tell me you’re insinuating what I think you are.”

Mari continued to smile. “And wouldn’t you know it, today’s the day I’m supposed to go check in on him. But my evening class starts soon, hmmm.” She cupped her chin in her hand and started to tap her upper lip, something she often did when presenting an idea as just thought up instead of meticulously planned. “Maybe you could go check on him for me, see how he’s doing, have a chat about life, the universe, and medical procedures. You know, stuff like that.”

Meteora’s tail had started to swing tersely back and forth at some point, and she made no attempt to stop it. “You know I don’t like him, Mari.”

“But you’ve got no real reason not to. Besides, he’s basically just me as a guy.”

“Does it even matter to you that I don’t want to go?”

“Your future matters more.”

Meteora crossed her arms and huffed. “Fine, I’ll do it. But you should know that sometimes I really hate you.”

“Which,” she began as her smile spread mischievously, “is of course why you end up doing everything I put in your head.”

It took Meteora almost an hour to make her way to his ramshackle home at the edge of Echo Creek. Not because it was any significant distance away, if that was the case then he probably would have been outside the area her and her father’s kind were allowed to travel in, but because he had picked the most out-of-the-way spot imaginable to live. The roads that led there were little more than curvy dirt paths that were hell on her moped, each looking ready to collapse into one of the many riverbanks or ditches that lined the way, and took the most roundabout routes to get anywhere. Of course, this spot was chosen when “he” had been “them,” but he had stayed after everything…stayed for years, so she wasn’t going to give him any slack about it.

And then the trees parted and she was in the clearing, where the mountains were far enough away to be majestic instead of looming overhead. It was truly a beautiful sight…until you looked down and saw the home sitting in the center of the clearing, right at the end of the dirt road that had brought her there. Everyone called it his “house” to be polite, but it was little more than a gussied-up trailer as far as Meteora was concerned. The chicken coops off to one end while a messy garden and old minivan took up space on the other didn’t exactly improve the image it gave off. If you didn’t know he owned all the land around them you’d think it was a squatter’s camp.

The closer she got the more Meteora didn’t want to deal with this. And that feeling only grew stronger when she propped the moped on its kickstand and took her helmet off. She knew she could drive away now and just tell Mari that she had done it, that would satisfy the periodic visits she insisted on, but not the donor angle. That she couldn’t drive away from without getting an earful about later. So, after a long and drawn out sigh, Meteora stepped up to the front door and knocked.

At first there was no reply, so she knocked again. Second time was the charm evidently, as almost immediately she heard a call from inside, “I’m coming.”

A moment passed, with some rustling barely making its way through the door before she heard the lock slide in and the handle started to turn. “You know you don’t have to keep checking in on me, Mari. I can take care of myself…”

Marco Diaz trailed off when the door was fully open and he saw that it wasn’t Mari at his door, but her best friend. This man, who Meteora had known all her life and who was in surprising good shape considering that, by all accounts, he rarely actually left his so-called “house,” was the man who she despised more than anyone else in world. But Mari had made her promise not to let that come across as too obvious.

“Hey jerk-face.” Some promises were hard to keep.

“Meteora,” he replied, his brow raised in confusion.

She stepped past him and inside before he could get the chance collect his thoughts. “Mari’s got class tonight, so she sent me. You’re not doing anything stupid that would worry her, are you?”

Marco closed the door behind her and followed as she made her way down the length of the small home. Based on what Mari had told her about previous visits, she had expected more of a mess as she made her way through the small sitting area and kitchen, but the place was clean and tidy, almost sterile. The only thing even close to messy about it was a dish rag on the kitchen counter. She stopped when she came to the bedroom on the far side of the kitchen, it featured some un-fluffed pillows, not that Meteora ever bothered with that either.

“I don’t think so,” he finally replied. “You want a drink, or something?”

She shrugged. “Got any diet Pitt?”

“I see Mari’s taste for that junk finally wore off on you,” he said as he opened the fridge and reached inside. A second later he emerged with a pink can, though instead of handing it to her when she put out her hand he placed it on the kitchen table and then took a seat. “I’m surprised you bothered to come, even with Mari asking.”

“Yeah well, people don’t pick their families,” Meteora said, picking up the can without taking a seat of her own, then pulling the on the tab. It opened with the expected swoosh of bubbling liquid that was practically reassuring, even if it was generally the sign of something that wasn’t actually good for her. “I like it when she’s happy, she likes it when she knows you’re not dead because you live in the middle of nowhere with a bunch of chickens, so I guess I like knowing that too.”

Marco made what Meteora could only assume was an amused sound with his nose. “Even though you’d probably enjoy figuring out a way to set the chickens on me?”

It was Meteora’s turn to make an amused sound, which she followed by taking a huge gulp of her diet Pitt. “At this point I’m more likely to just not help when the chickens attack than actually sick them on you.”

“Well I appreciate you not hastening my demise yourself,” Marco answered back. “Anyway, I know you don’t like being here, so you can go and let Mari know that I’m in the same state I always am. Nothing to be worried or relieved about.”

“Right…” she said slowly, turning in place to survey the home again instead of looking at him. She couldn’t bring herself to really look at him and ask this question. It was bad enough she had to ask it at all, let alone of him. “Well there was one other thing I…Mari suggested I ask you…”

Meteora paused as her slow look around came back to the bedroom and something caught her eye that she hadn’t noticed before. A picture on the nightstand, one of a young woman taken over twelve years prior. Meteora had been around seven the last time she’d seen Star, and hadn’t really understood when she couldn’t anymore. No one had been able to explain it in a way she’d understood. Some had said she’d gotten sick, like so many had at the time, but everyone had cried, and then yelled. Marco had yelled most of all, and at practically everyone. And then, well then he stopped leaving this supposed “vacation home” they’d shared altogether. In fact, Meteora didn’t think anyone aside from Mariposa had seen him in person more than three of four times in the dozen years that had followed.

Trying to pull her attention back to the task at hand, she saw the home in a new light. The photo of Star was the only color in the whole place. Everything else was white or some shade of grey. And the place wasn’t just sterile, it was practically lifeless. That’s why Mari came here when no one else did, not because she was worried about him living so far out alone, but because she knew he wasn’t really living at all.

“Ask what?”

Meteora almost jumped when Marco prompted her to continue. And looking at him in that moment, with something besides the irrational anger that had plagued her thoughts of him all her life, she couldn’t bring herself to ask what she’d been sent here to. So she asked the question that had been asked of her so many times.

“Why…why do you think I’ve never liked you?”

Marco took a deep breath and looked out the window for a moment, as if considering something very carefully. But then the moment ended and she got her answer.

Meteora pushed her third can of diet Pitt to the side to sit with the others as she ran though everything Marco had told her. It all seemed crazy when he’d said it, even crazier as she thought about each part, but none of it seemed wrong either.

“Because of an old king I was raised by an abusive robot…and then ran a boarding school?”

“From what I understand, yeah.”

“And then I had to live in a car because you, while crossdressing, riled my…students into kicking me out.”

“It wasn’t my idea to cross-dress, but basically.”

“Which led me to remember that I was half monster…which led me to try and take over Mewni…”

“Which led to all the soul draining and eventually the combination of magics that turned you back into a baby,” Marco said nonchalantly before taking a sip from the water bottle he had eventually pulled out for himself. “And you just never liked me after that. I guess some emotions just get too ingrained to fade.”

“But,” Meteora started as she put the pieces together. “If you hadn’t gotten me kicked out, which let me remember what I was, which led to the magic battle…then I wouldn’t have my family, or Mari, or any part of the life I have now.”

He shrugged. “Probably not.”

“So, I’ve been angry at you all my life, because you gave me my life.”

His mouth twisted a bit before replying with, “Well it’s not like I turned you back into a baby myself, but if that’s how you see it then just know that I don’t take it personally. In fact, it’s actually kind of nice having someone not like me for a different reason than the rest.”

Meteora’s chair squeaked across the linoleum floor as she pushed herself up. The empty cans shook as she walked around the table. And Marco just looked confused when she grabbed and pulled him up by the collar. He was still a few inches taller than her, so it was an awkward position once he was up, but no less awkward than when she wrapped both her arms around him in the next instant.

Silence permeated the next few moments. Shocked silence from Marco if she had to guess, while her own was confused. Part of her still felt the urge to knock his block off, but at the same time…well another part was seeing him in a whole new way.

“Thank you,” she finally said before pulling away from him.

“No problem?” he replied.

Now the silence between them was just awkward. Though that wasn’t surprising when Meteora remembered that the only physical contact the two had ever had before that hug had usually entailed her trying to hurt him in some way.

“I gotta get going. I’ll tell Mari you’re doing fine.”

“Sure, thanks,” he said slowly before glancing out the window. “It’s starting to get dark, be careful on the way back.”

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Meteora’s tail twitched back and forth as she sat on the couch flipping through channels. She hadn’t slept well the night before and was going to be alone all day thanks to Mari’s new class schedule. Angie and Raphael usually would have been there to bother her in their good-natured way, but they were out of town. Which left her alone with nothing to do on a day that had a storm approaching and nothing worth watching on tv. So, when the phone rang, she didn’t even care that it was probably a telemarketer, at least it gave her something to do.

“Hello,” she answered.

“Ms. Butterfly, it’s Dr. Backintosh. Is this a good time?”

Meteora sat up straighter, ready to receive the news they’d been waiting for. “Well I’m on my own today, so I guess-”

“Actually,” the doctor interrupted, “it’s probably better we talk about this on our own first.”

In the distance Meteora heard the first boom of thunder.

Meteora knocked on the door, though she could barely hear her knocks over the rain and thunder that plummeted from the sky above. She knocked again a few seconds later, barely any harder though. She didn’t have the energy for it. Finally, after she forced herself to knock a third time, the door opened.

“Meteora?” Marco practically bellowed.

She didn’t reply.

“Come on, get out of the rain,” he said before taking her by the arm and pulling her inside. “Are you ok? Did something happen?”

She thought about it as she watched drops of water roll off her and start to puddle on his floor. Something had happened, though what actually mattered was what wasn’t going to happen. She didn’t say that though, just like she hadn’t said anything since hanging up the phone.

“I’ll get you a towel,” he said after a moment had passed without any reply. “I’ll be right back, okay.”

Meteora remained silent as he ran off towards the bedroom, continuing to watch the droplets join the puddle while listening to Marco frantically open and close drawers. A few seconds, maybe a minute, later he returned and the towel came down over her head. He hadn’t bothered to offer it to her, and wasn’t bothering to let her get around to actually drying herself either.

“I can’t believe you rode here in this weather,” he said while gently dabbing the towel across her face and long lilac hair. “And without even a jacket, you know it’ll be me Mariposa explodes at if you get sick.”

She still didn’t reply, just watched the droplets while he moved on to wiping off her arms.

“Ok, well whatever brought you here, you need to finish drying off first. And since I don’t think I can dry anymore myself without feeling like a creep, I’m going to push you into the bathroom. There’s some spare clothes in there, so will you please finish drying off and change?”

Meteora nodded meekly and let him lead her towards the back.

Sometime later Meteora found herself huddled at one end of his couch wearing an oversized ninja t-shirt and a pair of drawstring shorts that were loose even with the strings drawn all the way. Marco sat at the other end. They had been that way for a while, silent except for right when they’d sat down and he’d said to just ask and he’d do whatever she needed him to. She didn’t have any conscious plan to ask him for anything. She didn’t even have a conscious reason for being there, it had simply been where’d she decided to go. But suddenly, even surprising herself a bit, it started to come out.

“My life was planned out for me since Mewni became part of Earth,” she started. “Except for when I get to have a baby.”

“Ok…”

“So I was going to do it,” she continued. “Invitro and all that, because it’s my choice and it’s what I want.”

“Well I guess that’s ni–”

“But because I’m half-monster they say they can’t.” Her eyes started to well. “That something about the way I am makes it too dangerous. That the only way I could ever be a mother would be…the natural way.” The tears were rolling now. “But I’ve never felt…that way about anyone. So what am I supposed to do? I’m too much of a freak to get what I wanted and I just…I just–”

Marco stood without warning. He made his way towards the kitchen, where Meteora could hear the fridge and some drawers open and then close in succession. He returned with a six-pack of bottles and pile of old-timey VHS tapes.

“Look Meteora,” he said as he put the bottles down on the small coffee table and started shuffling through the tapes, “the last time anything bad happened to me I pushed everyone that cared about me away. And well, that’s probably not going to help you right now. So instead of trying to make you feel better, we’re going to play a little game that used to help me forget about stuff.”

He slipped one of the tapes into the VHS below the tv and hit play. The tv roared to life with an off-color title screen that loudly stated, “Fist of the Fist!”

“This,” Marco said as he sat back down and started divvying up the bottles between them, “is an early Mackie Hand movie, before he even learned English. The rules of the game are simple, take a sip anytime someone acts like they were hit but obviously weren’t, anytime the dubbing is obviously off, and anytime someone shouts an attack name.”

Meteora looked at the bottle he handed her, and then at him. “And this is supposed to help me?”

“It’s supposed to make you feel less bad,” he replied. “Actual help can start tomorrow.”

The title screen faded and a man sitting at a bar came into focus. Another man approached him and put a hand on the first’s shoulder. Their eyes met and an American voice yelled, “Time to die, Mackie Hand!” while the man’s actual mouth calmly said something completely different.

Meteora almost laughed, then joined Marco in taking her first sip.

#star vs the forces of evil #marco diaz #mariposa diaz #Meteora #star butterfly #star vs #svtfoe #my monster(s)#Cadenreigns #art #my art #artist #artist on tumblr #hekapoo

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askthedustbowl · 4 years

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Holiday stuff ‘??

you asked for it! here are some dust bowl christmas morning headcanons:

this year, erato proposed that they do a secret santa-esque gift exchange, and with a little coaxing, everyone agreed.

eurydice bought for euterpe.

orpheus bought for urania.

hermes bought for cory.

seph bought for melpomene.

clio bought for orpheus.

mel bought for polyhymnia.

euterpe bought for thalia.

erato bought for hermes.

cory bought for eurydice.

urania bought for seph.

thalia bought for clio.

polyhymnia bought for erato.

- they all get together on christmas morning at clio’s place to exchange gifts and have breakfast.

- it’s persephone’s first time at clio’s apartment, and she and clio chat about the interior design for a bit while they have coffee and homemade muffins and scones (and the pink frosted cookies that erato had brought).

- when it’s time to give gifts, they all sit in the living room area.

- eurydice gives euterpe a very fancy edition of The Art Of War by Sun Tzu.

- euterpe stares her down for a While and then says, “it’s exactly what i’ve always wanted.” in a deadpan voice.

- erato has to translate: “WHAT SHE’S SAYING IS THAT SHE LOVES IT!”

- euterpe nods once, and eurydice SWEARS that she can see a little smile on her lips.

- orpheus gives urania a notebook with constellations on the cover.

- “it’s not much, but it made me think of you,” he says to a beaming urania.

- he writes a note to her on the inside covers—it was so long that he took up the inside front cover AND the inside back cover. she loves it.

- hermes gets cory a pink sweater with “sugarplum” embroidered on the front in gold. she’s tired, like she always is during nutcracker season, but her eyes light up and she hugs hermes tight.

- persephone gets melpomene a new set of watercolors and a pack of high-quality brushes. melpomene flashes her a rare smile and puts both of her hands over her heart. “thank you.” she says softly. persephone feels VERY pleased with herself.

- clio gets orpheus a photo album with pictures that she picked herself. pictures of him and eurydice, him and the muses, him and persephone and hermes, and, on the last page, him and cal. he tears up a little while looking at it, and the last page just destroys him. he’s still sniffling when mel is giving polyhymnia her gift. eurydice has her head on his shoulder the whole time.

- mel gets polyhymnia a gorgeous painting she did of a forest. polyhymnia gasps and looks at mel as if she had just given her a million dollars. “for me?” she asks quietly. mel smiles again and nods, and polyhymnia launches herself at her sister to give her a hug.

- euterpe buys thalia a very intricate chess set.

- “look, thalia, i know you’ll just deface it, but i got you this.” euterpe sighs and hands thalia a large wrapped box.

- thalia tears it open and screams. “YOU DIDN’T!!”

- euterpe hands her a separate box. “open this, too.”

- thalia gasps and unwraps the box. it’s transparent, and inside, there are several little crowns and hats made of expensive paper.

- “oh, euterpe...” tears spring to her eyes.

- euterpe’s eyes widen. “oh—oh gods, okay, thalia, don’t cry, oh—“

- thalia sniffles. “y-you made them hats...”

- erato gets hermes framed photographs to hang and set all over the bar. she took them all herself. there’s one of the muses and hermes, orpheus and hermes, seph and hermes, and finally, calliope and hermes. hermes adores them.

- cory buys eurydice a pair of earrings with little feathers on them. “they’re small, but i thought they’d go with your style...if that makes sense.” cory smiles from her place sitting on the floor.

- eurydice grins. “cory, they’re very pretty.”

- cory exhales, relieved. she was very afraid eurydice wouldn’t like her gift. she didn’t have much time this season to do something more meaningful. regardless, eurydice reaches over, takes her hand, and squeezes it affectionately.

- urania gets seph a bottle of red wine and a fancy wine bag that she painted wildflowers on with mel’s acrylics.

- this was VERY stressful for her, as she is a little in love with seph.

- scratch that. she’s A LOT in love with seph.

- she consulted orpheus several times during the process, mostly at ungodly hours of the night.

- “so what does seph like? what should i get her? she’s so pretty i wouldn’t even know where to get anything for her and i—“

- “urania it’s. it’s three am.”

- when she finally decided on a gift, it got worse.

- “what if she doesn’t like it? i need to get her something amazing, i need to impress her!!”

- “urania, she’s MARRIED.”

- needless to say, persephone loves it.

- for clio, thalia gets her a pocketwatch to match the clock necklace that she wears every day (also given to her by thalia when thalia was twelve and clio was 23). it’s bronze, with an engraving that reads, “to clio, from thalia. time sure does fly, doesn’t it?”

- finally, polyhymnia gets erato a necklace with two charms on it—one of a heart, and one of a camera. erato squeals and hugs her, nearly knocking the painting polyhymnia got from mel over on the carpet.

the events of chant are still fresh in everyone’s minds, but for one morning, no one mentioned it. but even euterpe or urania. nothing bad happened, no one stepped out of line. it’s a perfect day.

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itsclydebitches · 5 years

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Lovely Good Omens fandom! Many of you have asked for/mentioned having a text version of the Yelp reviews, which if I were a better person I would have remembered to include in the first place. Better late than never? So here’s a version below and I also threw this up on AO3 so there are options. For the record, I’m not at all trained in transcribing visual media, so if anyone wants to add to/edit/do whatever to this post, especially to make it more accessible, you have carte blanche to do so 👍

Also I typed this up in a hurry so, as always, apologies for any typos.

Tagging: @lethargicdolphin, @marithlizard, @pearwaldorf

A.Z. Fell and Co. Antiquarian and Unusual Books

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Lindsay F.

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So I slipped into this place because I spotted my ex across the street and would have rather chugged a cocktail of bleach, lighter fluid, and a condensed solution of all my middle school years then talk to that asshole. Owner was on me the second I walked through the door and I thought he was gonna be one of those ‘Either buy something or get out’ types. Nah. I spilled the story, said I really wasn’t looking to purchase anything, and he LIT UP like nobody’s business. He gave me tea and promised I’d never run into my ex again. Which is a super sketchy promise on its own and also should have been hilarious coming from a guy a century behind in style.

...Kinda believed him though.

Marina G.

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Pretty sure this guy wants a library, not a bookshop. I mean, he’s nice and all when you first come in, but trying to actually buy a book? Good fucking luck. He’s too busy to see you right now (for the record he’s super bad at pretending to be busy). Or claims that this book has already been put on reserve (then why wasn’t it in the reserve pile...?). Or the price suddenly jumped an obscene amount. Or he just straight up hems and haws until you get fed up and leave. I watched him pull a novel straight out of a woman’s hands once when she claimed that price was no object and she wouldn’t be leaving the store until she’d purchased it. You’d think she was trying to kidnap one of the guy’s kids!

So yeah. Feel like popping in to browse, maybe take pictures for your research, all while making quiet conversation with someone who quite frankly knows his stuff? This is the place for you. Want to actually buy something? Go elsewhere. Pretty sure Fell doesn’t even own a cash register. At least I’ve never seen one.

He wants a library and I’d honestly tell him as much if he didn’t scare me just a little bit...

Aaron S.

New York, NY

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I stayed here for three days once. Found a bathroom off the romance section and a chair hidden away in the back. Way comfier than my mattress at home. Mostly played iPhone games and kept real quiet at night. Experiment ended when I popped out for breakfast and didn’t make it back before a random 10:00am closing. Don’t think the owner ever realized what was up.

Hana S.

London, United Kingdom

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I really love this place. I’ve been coming here since I moved to London, about twelve years ago, and it’s one of the most soothing bookstores I’ve ever had the pleasure of visiting. Yeah, you hear talk of weird things going on at Fell’s, but really? We could all do with a bit more quirky in our lives. And Fell provides that in spades: Annual plants that never seem to wither, let alone die. The smell of incense mixing with cocoa. Strange books tucked horizontally into the shelves, feeling like they have a touch of magic to them. Nonsensical conversations taking place in dark corners (I’m talking candid chats about the apocalypse and whether angels could actually bless all the rains down in Africa. I swear Fell and his boyfriend are the religion Mythbusters or something.) I’m going to sound like a total nerd here for a moment, but it feels like some sort of liminal space. You know when you were a kid and you were just desperate to receive your Hogwarts letter? Or find your own wardrobe to Narnia? That’s what walking into Fell’s feels like. Like you’ve finally found that portal and can stay as long as you like, provided you don’t try to take anything back with you into the ‘real’ world. Hell, maybe that’s why he won’t let anyone buy his books.

Robert T.

Union City, CA

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There’s a snake?? In this shop?? A reALLY MASSIVE SNAKE????? What are y’all doing talkin’ about your meet cutes and shit someone call pest control!

Malini D.

London, United Kingdom

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I’m not gonna pretend I have anything to say about whether this is a good bookstore or not, but if you ever want knitting help you should definitely stop by. Mr. Fell knows an absurd amount about crafts for a guy who looks like my grandpa and he’s now replaced Youtube as my go-to for alleviating “Omg please fix this how the hell did I manage to reverse the pattern??” panic. For the record, I didn’t just wander up to a random bookseller one day and demand that he help me salvage the ruins of my first sweater. I’d taken a seat inside to wait out a storm, had my messy sleeve stuffed into my purse, and he’d offered the help. Bit of a bastard about things like gauge and color--not everyone wants to wear tartan, dude--but you get used to that. He means well. Said I should come back to show him the finished piece, which I did. Things just kind of spiraled from there. He’s an absolute treasure trove of knowledge once you get him talking and a muffin to boot. If he were twenty years younger and in any way straight I would have asked him out in a heartbeat. As it is I’m considering setting him up with Grandpa.

Tiffany L.

London, United Kingdom

132 friends

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I’m not really a book person myself but I followed my wife in with our seventh-month old and was kinda embarrassed when he started making a fuss. Normally I’m full Badass Mom mode while in public--I’ve got a kid to feed, change, sooth, and you all can damn well deal with it--but this place was so quiet Liam seemed extra loud in comparison. I was about to take him back out when a man appeared out of nowhere. The owner I guess, based on how some of these other reviews describe him. Older gentleman with clothes out of some period piece. Anyway, he scoops Liam into his arms like he was born for it and started bouncing. Our fussy, temperamental, drama queen Liam settled in an instant and my wife got to browse to her heart’s content. I don’t know how he did it, but that man is an absolute angel. Full stars for that moment alone.

Gillian L.

The Hague, The Netherlands

283 friends

256 reviews

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Anyone know if the old Bentley parked out front is for sale?

Update: It’s really, really, really not

Billy H.

Austen, TX

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QUEER BOOKS QUEER BOOKS QUEER BOOKS QUEER BOOKS QUEER BOOKS QUEER BOOKS QUEER BOOKS QUEER BOOKS QUEER BOOKS QUEER BOOKS QUEER BOOKS QUEER BOOKS SO MANY QUEER BOOKS!!!

Gabriela G.

London, United Kingdom

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Run by this delightfully frumpy guy who sometimes hands out biscuits from a sewing tin like my gran used to. He asked me if I was looking for anything in particular and I told him my name was Jared, I was 19, but sadly I’d never learned how to read. I have NEVER seen a man more confused in my life. 10/10 would meme him again.

Colie A.

Enola, PA

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I’m setting the record straight here since there are a bunch of reviews claiming it’s just London folklore: there is a snake at A.Z. Fell’s. Must be an exotic pet he usually keeps upstairs because I’ve only ever seen it twice. Is it big? Yes. Scary? Fuck yes, but I’ve never seen it do anything more than give a warning hiss at this drunk who wandered in and started yelling. (Are snakes good guard dogs? This one is.) The other time he was just chilling on top of one of the shelves. Snoozing, I guess. I asked Mr. Fell if I could pet him and he said maybe after he woke up, but then I had to get to class and all.

Afraid of snakes? Steer clear. Otherwise I’d really recommend popping in and seeing if he’s around. Idk, maybe I’m just a snake fan but he looks super sweet and chill. Life is short. Boop the snake snoot.

Jeremy W.

London, United Kingdom

86 friends

409 reviews

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I live down the street from A.Z. Fell’s and let me tell you, this place is spooky as fuck. All sorts of weird lights and noises coming from it. At all times of the day and night too. Either this bowtie wearing bookworm has one crazy sex life or the place is haunted. Jury’s out on which.

Heather Ki.

London, United Kingdom

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This shop smells. Not that old book smell either, oh no, but like something is molding. I took my little Johnny in here to try and get him interested in something other than those damned video games and I walk into what smells like a whole cloud of toxic mold! My boy has a weak constitution as it is and if he comes down with anything I will be pressing charges, you mark my words.

Jo. W.

London, United Kingdom

32 friends

410 reviews

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Hey, does anyone want to talk about the fact that this place burned down last month? As in, completely up in flames, I saw it happen, nothing but a smoking husk afterwards? Does no one else remember this??

Tiggi N.

London, United Kingdom

32 friends

33 reviews

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Has anyone read this guy’s opening hours? I included a photo above: “I open the shop on most days about 9:30AM perhaps 10:AM. While occasionally I have opened the shop as early as 8, I have been known not to open until 1.” Absolutely insane. This guy’s a madman and I love him. If anyone actually manages to get into this place please let me know because I need to shake Fell’s hand.

Mackenzie J.

City Centre, Manchester, United Kingdom

807 friends

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I told my girlfriend this shop’s got a snake named Anthony and she didn’t believe me. Going back for proof next week.

Update: got the snake selfie!!!!!!!!

Penny O.

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Caught the owner snogging some hot twink behind the cookbooks. Well done, my dude.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #air conditioning #good omens fic

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echodrops · 4 years

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The Promises I Made (2019 Edition)

For the past thirteen years, I’ve spent every New Year’s Eve compiling a list of fifty promises I intend to keep or fulfill over the next twelve months. The results have been truly amazing, and I have kept some promises I never thought I could. 2019 was… a nightmare that I can barely believe I survived, but I still kept some promises that I honestly did not expect I ever could.

This year, for New Year’s, there will be a new set of promises for to me keep, but here are the old ones, for review!

The Promises I Made (2019 Edition)

1) Be more proactive about tracking and following up with struggling students to decrease the number of students who drop from my class when they realize they cannot pass. Status: Somewhat broken? I tried really hard to be proactive with my students; however, there were some massive issues outside the classroom this year that made it extremely difficult to keep the focus on the students. When administration drags your attention away from the class, there is not a lot you can do…

2) Find a place to put in volunteer hours because uhhhh like this is actually important to my work evaluation and I definitely need something to write in that section… Yikes, this spring is my last chance to do this!! @_@ Status: Kept. I volunteered with the Utah Shakespeare Festival and it was super fun!

3) Install the fire escape window in the Utah house, no matter how much it might cost, because I can’t get a totally unrelated tenant in that basement without said window… Status: Somewhat kept. Okay. This one is a LONG story, but to be fair to me, I worked my ASS off to try and make this happen; just every single thing in the world prevented me from completing this promise, up to and including the city telling me I needed a permit AFTER I had already dug a massive hole in the ground for the window…

4) Buy sod to add grass to the front portion of the lawn so that it no longer looks like garbage. Status: Broken, but I did buy grass seed and put that out there. Unfortunately only some of it sprouted, but there is indeed SOME grass now growing there…

5) Fix the bricks near the windowsills on the Utah house to prevent long-term damage. Status: Broken. After dealing with the stupid window disaster, I had no time for this at all.

6) Get a watering system for my roses at the Utah house because I think my bro is probably killing them and that’s just not cool. Status: Broken, see above.

7) Work on the patio at the Utah house before it just flat out falls down. Status: Somewhat broken. Again, I tried to make progress on this—I called a patio guy to come out and assess how much it would cost to fix the patio—but the price I was quoted was so high that there was nothing I could do at the time.

8) Paint the stairwell so that there’s no chance of anything like lead paint or asbestos being exposed. Status: Broken. The leftover wallpaper glue continues to confound me…

9) Trim the backyard bushes so the neighbors don’t hate us anymore… Status: Broken. We trimmed a few bushes and at least got to the trees out front, but definitely a majority were left uncared for.

10) Move into a new house in Texas where I can get real internet, please for the love of god… Status: Kept. I moved into a very nice house with no scorpions!

11) Save money for my upcoming trip to Japan! 2020 baby! Status: Uhhh, broken. I’m not sure how I thought I’d be able to move into a new house AND save money for an international trip at the same time…

12) Get my wisdom tooth removed because it’s still there and still killing me, yikessss. Status: Broken. AUGH. I’m an idiot.

13) Make an appointment with an eye doctor for like the first time in years. Good job, Yehn, good job. Status: Kept. I got my glasses fixed and even got a new pair of glasses too!

14) Get my prescriptions refilled because I’m dwindling on asthma medicine and like… I could die from this… I should never have been left to care for myself; I’m not mature enough for this responsibility… Status: Kept, surprisingly. But I still need a new doctor because the last one I was going to wouldn’t give me any refills…

15) FINISH THE GIVEAWAY PRIZES I PROMISED LAST YEAR because holy shit I am incompetent and the worst and everyone has permission to hate me for starting things and never finishing them, fuck. Status: Broken. So broken. I am the worst.

16) Go dolphin watching in the Gulf for real this time. Seriously, it’s $10 Yehn, you can do this. Status: Kept, amazingly. It wasn’t as impressed as hoped; however, there was a lovely sunset.

17) Return to the Channel Islands to take better pictures. D; Status: Broken. T_T

18) Level all my classes to 70 in FFXIV before next expansion, please. Status: Somewhat broken. I didn’t have everything to 70 before the expansion, but I kind of feel like I should get credit for this one, because HEY, look at me now:

19) Organize and properly label all the photos on my computer so that I’m no longer desperately combing through folder and folder in blank confusion, looking for a single picture in a sea of thousands… Status: Kept. It took me like eight hours of work, but I actually did this.

20) Update Home and a Half more than once? PLEASE??? The guilt I feel over this currently is crushing. Status: Broken. And the guilt grows…

21) Complete the online American Literature class I am designing on time and with no corrections needed. Status: Kept. I’m counting this as kept even though TECHNICALLY there was one thing I forgot to finish and it came back and bit me in the ass; however, I was approved with no corrections needed.

22) Earn 100% completion for Kingdom Hearts III. So excited! Status: Broken. Um… This just didn’t happen.

23) Update my calendar with important dates—holidays, birthdays, etc.—and be productive about sending cards and well-wishes. Status: Somewhat kept. I wasn’t any better about sending cards really, but I did at least save all the birthdays in my phone so I remember them.

24) Get the garbage disposal in the Texas house fixed ASAP so I don’t have to wash the dishes by hand anymore because I absolutely hate that particular chore. Status: Kept. Then I moved, so it didn’t even matter.

25) Finish all the books my coworkers and friends bought for me recently so I can thank them for their recommendations! Status: Broken. So broken.

26) Actually move into my new place instead of leaving it completely undecorated and lifeless. Status: Remarkably, kept. Nothing has plastic on it, unlike at my old house where the nightstand didn’t get unwrapped even after two years of living there lol.

27) Try hard to get Creative Writing into a different area of the general ed. core so that more people will enroll in it. Status: Kept. I’m counting this because I did my darn best, but we are still waiting on the state to tell us whether or not the class will be accepted.

28) Get caught up on my Ebird reports, even the old, old, old ones I never put in because I was slacking. Status: Kept, actually. Whoo.

29) Throw away/return/sort all the stacks of old mail in the house (OMGGGG they’ve made me look like paper hoarder and I’m nootttt). Status: Broken. There’s just… a lot of papers to go through…

30) Clean up the garage before moving so that I don’t have to fight spiders to move when the time comes. Status: Broken, in that I did not clean up the garage in advance and did, in fact, have to fight spiders when it came time to move.

31) Find a way to boost grading productivity so that each class takes only two days to grade, maximum. Status: Somewhat kept. I was definitely better this year than last year; however, I really think the “two days per class” thing was too optimistic, so for the future semester, I allotted myself three days per class and I think it will work better.

32) Go to a totally new restaurant and try their food. Status: Kept. We went to a Mexican restaurant and I had trompo tacos (al pastor) which is probably not anything special to anyone else but it was my first time so lol.

33) Cancel old credit cards to make sure my credit is good before trying to buy a house (although I just checked my credit score and I’m in the great range already, so this is mostly for posterity’s sake). Status: Broken. But it didn’t affect my loan, so I guess it was okay. And it ended up being good I didn’t cancel my Best Buy card because I was able to get good financing on the new appliances I needed for my house.

34) Get official contracts from my tenants so I can use my rental income in my next loan calculation. Status: Broken, but I ended up not using that as part of the loan calculation anyway >_> so…

35) Talk to an HR rep about my retirement savings so that I can consolidate all my retirement accounts into one. (Man, look at all these ADULTING promises.) Status: Broken. Look at me failing all these adulting promises.

36) Really finish decorating my office so it looks super cute and all my students want to visit me. Status: Broken, but I think it sucks that I have to write this because it was really not my fault I couldn’t finish decorating my office. Our offices were all moved and disrupted by building remodels so I spent the entire year basically working out of a couple cardboard boxes.

37) Not sign up for ANY more new responsibilities at work in the spring semester. This is the biggest challenge. D; Status: Kept, by technicality. I was able to avoid signing up for anything new in SPRING… But fall… was a whole other story. XD

38) Migrate all the rest of my books to the new Texas house instead of leaving them in Utah… SOMEHOW. Status: Kept. I’m going to count this as kept. The only books left at the Utah house are my manga—I managed to bring literally every other book, which is very impressive considering I had only my small Camaro with its tiny truck space.

39) Use my twitter account more often to make it worth following. I will try!! Status: Kept… sorta? I mean, since I didn’t use the account AT ALL before, making even one Twitter post kind of counts as using it more, right? >_>

40) Keep my hair cut nicely so I look less like a mess (than I really am). Status: Somewhat broken. Although I think I got my hair cut more often this year than before, I don’t think I looked any less like a mess. XD

41) Successfully find a bridesmaid dress for my friend’s wedding that matches the rest of the wedding party. Status: Actually kept! It was incredible. The wedding I was in was even featured in a magazine because of how pretty it was!

42) Make sure my skin is in good condition for the wedding so I don’t look like a disturbing ghost… Status: Kept? I mean, in the end, looking like a ghost ended up being the whole point since it was a Halloween themed wedding so I kind of won either way.

43) Complete my BNHA manga collection. Since my bro bought me a bunch of the volumes for Christmas, I might as well. Status: Broken… I bought like… one volume. XD

44) See a groove-billed ani. (It’s another type of bird.) Status: Broken. Very illusive bird. T_T

45) Respond to messages, asks, and comments more quickly. I promise I’m not ignoring people… D; Status: Um, broken. I left many people on read this year, sorry.

46) Lose ten pounds so that I feel more fit and comfy. Status: Broken. I didn’t exercise at all this year, uff.

47) Pay down credit card debt by at least 1/3. Yikesssss, I really need to do this quick. Status: Broken. It’s hard to pay down a credit card when you pour all your money into buying a new house…

48) I will finally fucking finish that chapter 73 analysis of Noragami… I swear to god… Status: Broken. Uh yeah. This didn’t happen. V_V

49) Reach 1700 followers on Tumblr. You should follow me—I’m only marginally a waste of time and space! Status: Kept. Over 2500 followers now!

50) I will keep these promises. LOLLLLL. Status: Somewhat kept/somewhat broken. One year I really will keep them all…

Totals Kept promises: 18 Broken promises: 24 Somewhat kept/broken promises: 8

Well, there are more kept promises than last year at least… It was another really hard year, what with moving in the middle of the year, over-working, dealing with so much drama with the reaccreditation on our campus, and just EVERYTHING all at once this last year… I keep thinking things are going to calm down and then they never do. Please 2020… just let me rest…

My new set of promises will be up on the 1st!

#50 promises #new year's resolutions #IRL stuff #please 2020 #I need a break #it's not the roaring 20s #it's the snoring 20s #PLEASE

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theartoflovingthomashunt · 5 years

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Long Distance: Part Four - Trying

Long Distance

Part One – Something New

Part Two – Choices

Part Three - Departure

Part Three (and a half) - Halex

* * * The Art of Loving Thomas Hunt Fan Fiction Masterlist * * *

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Characters: Alex (MC), Thomas Hunt

Setting: This takes place between Red Carpet Diaries Book 2 and 3 (Red Carpet Diaries 2.5). Alex and Thomas have been dating for a few months. Alex is in New York filming The Diagnosis. Thomas is in California working on his own project.

Rating: PG-13

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A few days after Part Three…

After a long day of filming, Alex returned to her apartment outside New Paltz, NY. Her bedroom window overlooked the Shawangunk mountain. The sun was starting to settle on the horizon and the sky was painted with warm colors. Alex took out her phone and took a picture to capture the end of a great day filming. She was in the middle of uploading the picture to her Instagram when Thomas’s name appeared across the screen. She let it ring twice before picking up.

“Welcome to the Guilty Pleasures hotline, to speak with one of our voluptuous representatives and let us cater to your fantasies, please press 1,” Alex said sultrily. “To set up a reoccurring call time, please press 2. To update your billing information please press 3. Your patronage is very important to us.”

Thomas sighed deeply. “Alex!”

“I’m sorry, your response of ‘Alex’ is invalid, please try again.” Alex bit her lower lip trying not to laugh. She could imagine the lines forming across Thomas’s forehead.

“I would like to speak with a supervisor,” Thomas complained.

“One moment please,” Alex began. “Hello, how can I be of service today?”

“I’m not feeling very appreciated by your services right now. I’m trying to get a hold of my girlfriend but she seems determined to ignore me. Do you have someone who can help with that?” Thomas protested. “Otherwise I will be forced to give you a bad review.”

“Oh, sir, I do apologize for your dissatisfaction with our hotline. Perhaps, I can transfer you to our ‘girlfriend’ extension. They specialize in listening to and solving problems. Let me transfer your call. Please stay on the line,” Alex directed.

Alex hummed the Final Jeopardy theme music because it was the first thing that came to mind. “Thank you for holding. How can I help you relax today?”

“I have this girlfriend who is the most trying person I have ever met,” Thomas explained. “What do you suggest I do with her?”

“I hear that people can be less trying when being kissed. It makes talking difficult,” Alex suggested.

“If only that were an option,” Thomas breathed. “I suppose I do enjoy the quiet though without her here...It’s kind of peaceful. Maybe I don’t need to talk to her after all.”

“Hey!” Alex interjected.

“Oh, is my girlfriend, finally available?” Thomas retorted.

“I can transfer you back,” Alex teased.

“No, I’ll take my trying Alex any day,” Thomas admitted.

“Are you done filming for the day?” Alex asked.

“Not yet. We are going back to do some on-location night shooting in a couple of hours,” Thomas answered. “How’s your filming going?”

“It’s really wonderful,” Alex exclaimed. “We are filming at a few different locations. One of them is this beautiful, old gothic mental hospital built in the mid-1800s. It’s amazing, even though it has been abandoned for years and suffered a major fire. We’re going to use the disheveled interior for the backdrop for a lot of the scenes when my character is really starting to question reality and is not sure what’s real and not. I’m really excited to see how it turns out. Obviously, we have a long way to go, but the first few days have been great.”

“I’m glad you are enjoying yourself,” Thomas replied.

Alex smiled. “I wish you were here right now. The sunsets are phenomenal. I couldn’t think of a better person to share them with.

“Me too,” Thomas agreed.

Alex and Thomas continued talking. As the sky turned dark and the stars came out, Alex knew Thomas was going to need to get back to work.

“I’ll call you tomorrow,” Alex said.

“Hopefully you get through, I hear these 1-800 numbers are intercepting our calls,” Thomas joked.

“I’ll take my chances,” Alex smiled. “I love you, Thomas.”

“I love you too, Alex,” Thomas breathed. “Oh, wait. I meant to ask you, do you know where my tweed jacket is.”

“You have too many tweed jackets to count, you will need to be more specific,” Alex replied.

“The gray one,” Thomas added.

“That limits it down to about a dozen,” Alex teased.

“Exactly, I can only find 11,” Thomas explained. “I thought the dry cleaner had 4, but when I picked them up there were only 3.”

“Oh,” Alex expressed. “That one.”

“Alex….” Thomas interrupted. “What did you do with it?”

Alex looked down at her outfit and smirked at the tweed jacket on her shoulders. “I may have taken it with me…”

“Why? What use is it to you?” Thomas questioned.

“You really don’t know.” Alex shook her head and smiled. “It smells like you and I miss you.”

“You could have just asked,” Thomas answered.

“What’s the fun in that?” Alex added playfully. “Plus, it looks much better on me. ”

“I have no doubt about that,” Thomas admitted.

Alex took a selfie. The jacket was big on her but, she maneuvered herself to a position and angle to capture the jacket and made sure her black underwear were still visible. She texted the photo to Thomas. She knew he wouldn’t know how to check his texts while talking on the phone, so it would be a nice little present for after.

“I’ve got to go,” Thomas interrupted Alex’s thinking

“Goodnight, my love,” Alex whispered.

“Goodnight Alex,” Thomas responded. “I love you.”

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>Long Distance

Part One: Something New (PG)

Part Two: Choices (PG)

Part Three: Departure (PG)

Part Three (and a half): Halex (photo edit) (PG)

Part Four: Trying (PG13)

Part Four (and a half): Who wore it best? (photo edit) (PG13)

Part Five: Faux Pas (PG)

Part Six: Dear Thomas, aka Love Letters (PG)

Part Seven: Sleeping Together (PG)

Part Eight: A Taste of Things to Come (PG)

Part Nine: Fall Fun (PG13)

Part Ten: Pumpkin Date (PG13)

Part Eleven: Tricks & Treat Drabble (PG13)

Part Twelve: Candy (PG13)

Part Thirteen: The Diagnosis (PG13)

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o-holynight · 5 years

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Charismatic As Hell And Cute To Boot | All You Have To Do Is Fall In Love AU

Other Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 Author: Michaela - @o-holynight Pairing: Joe Mazzello / OFC Rating: T Word Count: 2.9k POV: Michaela Warnings: swearing Summary: After a full day of spending time with each other, neither Joe nor Michaela wants the date to end; So it doesn’t.

Masterlist found here! Series Summary: Best friends and college roommates Ben, Joe, and Gwil, find themselves tangled up with a group of girls who bring out the best (and worst) in them. Series Warnings: drinking, swearing Authors’ Note: Stories can stand alone, but it’s much better when read all together! Not everything is always in the same tense, or same point of view/perspective.

After hours of gushing to Sarah and working up the courage to ask her to ask Ben to ask Joe if he would even be interesting in having my number—I finally opened his contact. Having only a low quality Facebook tagged photo as the sole image to be his contact picture, it would have to do. Though he did look absolutely adorable in it; it was borderline attacking.

I stared at his name for a while longer, debating on whether or not I should even contact him. He was flirting, wasn’t he? Ben did say he liked me a whole lot...for being willing to shit his brains out later...but that’s besides the point. I thought of texting him and asking how he was doing, but maybe that was just adding salt to the wound? Ah, fuck it.

I triple checked my finger placement to make sure that I clicked “Message” and not, god forbid, call or FaceTime him, and started typing.

Hey Joe! How are you feeling? It’s Michaela, by the way.

Send. I really should have found something to preoccupy my mind while waiting for his response, But I didn’t think that far in advance. It seemed that Joe made me act without overthinking first. Oh boy this could be dangerous. After what seemed like an eternity but was probably in reality only 15 long agonizing minutes, I saw the three dots typing.

I clutched my phone to my chest, covering my mouth in fear of making an embarrassing middle schooler squeal. I made myself wait at least a full minute before looking back at my screen, not wanting to seem too eager.

I’m better, now that I’m talking to you. (: God, sorry, was that too cliche? I meant to say, still pretty terrible I feel like shit. And thanks for spelling your name out, I was wondering about that one. (:

He uses so many smiley faces, I can’t help but smile myself. I really think I must be in a dream sequence. And if my alarm goes off any second I will never forgive it.

Oh my god I’m SO SORRY!! Again, I really didn’t know and I would’ve totally made you something else. I really, really wish you didn’t have to suffer on my behalf. Haha yeah, it’s not too hard. Michael with an A.

I flipped around on my stomach, wedging my pillow under my chest, trying to find a comfortable position for a hopefully lengthy conversation.

Alrighty Michael A, that’s officially gonna be what you are in my contacts. And no, I’m not suffering...anymore.

We continued talking for hours on end. Lots of get-to-know-you questions ripped straight from questionnaires off the first three or so pages of Google. I’m not sure how we agreed upon this but the two of us were officially going on a date the very next day. Joe brought up this really good smoothie place in the middle of central campus, and I would have happily watched paint dry with the guy. So of course I agreed. We settled on lunchtime, which means there were only about 8 hours left until I could see him again. Which was one of the only reasons I was okay when he didn’t respond to my final text message, signaling that he had probably fallen asleep, like any self respecting human would have done at 4:00am.

The next morning I was flitting around the apartment like a madman at 10:00 am. “Guys what do I wear!! I want to be cute, but I can’t wear a dress we’ll be walking all around campus and my thighs will chafe and that’s not cute for anyone—“

Sarah grabs me by the shoulders. “Listen, just wear leggings and a t-shirt. It’s what you wore last time! It’s what he fell for you in.”

I blushed when she mentioned him falling for me. “Yeah but if I wear leggings and a t-shirt again, he will think all I wear is leggings and a t-shirt.”

“That is all you wear…” Ella piped up from the hallway, as she appeared in my room. “Besides your gay as hell Hawaiian shirt collection. But maybe save that for the second date, eh?”

“Okay FINE, but I’m going long sleeved this time. It’s a little breezy out there.” I said, checking my weather app for the third time this morning. I figured I’d be cold walking around, as well as drinking a smoothie.

At exactly one minute past twelve, I got a text saying that Joe was outside. My heart began its palpitations and I didn’t know if it would ever stop.

“Wish me luck!” I whispered as I passed my roommates, on my way to answer the door.

“Good luck! Get fucked!” they said in response, and I shot them a dagger-like glare before opening the door to greet Joe.

He was wearing jeans and also sporting a long sleeved t-shirt. It made him look so cozy that I could snuggle right up to him, but that would be a bit much. Or so I thought. He pulled me into a hug in the doorway, and I could have melted. His arms were so strong as they wrapped around my torso, and my face nestled tightly against his broad chest. “Hey! Long time no see, Michael A.” he said as he pulled away from the hug. I barely wanted to release my arms from around him, but I did.

“Back atcha...Joey.” I said, trying to come up with a similar nickname on the spot.

He cringed. “Oof, no one’s called me that in years.” he said with a fond smile.

We left the apartment after a couple of whoops and whistles of encouragement from Sarah. “Sorry about her. I think she’s just really excited.”

“Oh I don’t mind. Sarah’s great.” Joe chuckled. “Are you really excited?”

“I am.” I said, looking up at him, to find him staring up at me, smiling sweetly. It made me blush and return my gaze to the ground.

The two of us walked around in a comfortable silence for a while until we reached the smoothie shop. Joe opened the door for me, and followed behind. As we were standing in line, we poked fun at the silly words that they tried to pass off as smoothie names. I ordered a Kowabunga, some tropical coconut mango thing, and Joe snickered as he ordered the SOB, strawberry, orange, banana smoothie. “Man they just keep getting weirder huh.” He insisted on paying for both of our smoothies, though I tried to hand him a $5 bill, he snuck it back into my waistband where I kept my phone. “That...wasn’t supposed to be indicative of anything, that’s just...it’s where you had your money—“

“Hey, it’s fine Joey, don’t worry about it.” I said laughing at his flusteredness, grabbing his arm and walking out of the smoothie shop.

Once out through the doors, I dropped my hold on his arm, but he quickly slinked his hand down to grab ahold of mine, lacing our fingers together.

“This okay?” he asked, rubbing his thumb against the back of my hand. It sent tingles up my arm and directly to my heart. But all I could do was nod my head rapidly and smile.

We walked and talked for a while, sipping on our smoothies. “Joe,” I said draining the last of my smoothie before tossing it into a nearby trash can. “I have a confession.”

“Yeah?” he asked, sounding a bit nervous. “Confess away.”

“I’m allergic to fruit.” I said, looking up at him and pursing my lips.

“What!? And you let me bring you to a smoothie shop. You’re worse than me with the cheese! Why are you just telling me this now?” He asked, hitting me in the side with both of our hands clasped together.

“Because I wanted to finish my smoothie before you made me get rid of it. It’s nothing too bad. It’s just like when you eat too much pineapple and your mouth gets really sore, except it’s all fruit all the time.” I said, used to my spiel.

“I can’t say that’s ever happened to me, guess I gotta eat more pineapple and feel the burn.” he said, sipping on his last bit of smoothie, and reaching awkwardly towards a trash can, unwilling to let go of my hand.

We talked for a bit more, walking past buildings that we both had classes in, telling class horror stories, making sure to let each other know which professors to never sign up for a class with. I learned that Joe is a film major, and hopes to be a director one day.

“I think you’re quite suited to being in front of the camera too.”

“Really? You think so?”

“Yeah. You’re charismatic as hell, and cute to boot.” I said knocking my hip into his.

He smiled at the ground, rubbing at his neck nervously. “Aw shucks, you’re makin’ me blush now.”

“Good.” I said, trying to be a little more forward than I usually am. I really liked this guy, and I desperately needed not to blow it this time.

“I like film though. I really do. Learning how to make a scene come out just right. Seeing it go from a small viewfinder to the big screen. The editing process. It’s all great. But I’m really into all the old cameras and shit. My dad got me this camcorder with a whole bunch of tapes for by birthday last year and I’ve just been fuckin around with that lately. Something about the old method just really adds something special. Oh...sorry—I uh, swear a lot.” He said, going on and on about his passions, as I studied his face. When he talked about what made him happy, I could see a sparkle in his eye that made him ten times more attractive than he already was.

“Oh, it’s no problem at all. I love a good potty mouth.” I smirked. “So what do you do in your free time then?”

He shoved his free hand in his jeans pocket before speaking. “Well, like I said I’m into all that old film, so I really enjoy photography too. Digital and film. There’s a great dark room on campus that you can sign up for time in, it’s really cool. The process smells like rotting asshole but the results are worth it I like to think.”

“Oh I’m familiar. I took a photography class in high school. I have a film camera lying around my house somewhere back home. I should bring it back with me next time I go.” I said heart soaring that we had something in common. “Do you work?”

“Oh yeah. I work at Dick’s. Sporting Goods. Not a strip club or anything.” he joked.

“I know what Dick’s is.” I whispered, before giggling. “Yeah Sarah goes there all the time.”

“Really? Don’t think I’ve ever seen her in before.”

“Well, she says apparently they have the best sports bras in town? Maybe you need to spend a little more time in the lingerie section of your sporting goods store and you’ll find her.”

We walked aimlessly for a little while longer. Once we had lapped the entire campus twice without realizing, we decided maybe we should be heading back. But we both knew that neither of us wanted to leave.

As we were driving back to my place in his truck, he had his hand resting on my knee, and it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

We walked extremely slowly up to my residence, and lingered in the hallway outside my door. I was holding loosely onto his thumb as I leaned back against the doorframe, just wanting some form of contact, as we had barely let go of each other the whole day.

“Um, so they just released a new show on Netflix…” Joe started.

“Wanna come in and watch it?” I asked immediately, knowing nothing about the show, the genre, the storyline, the cast. But again, I’d watch paint dry just to spend more time with him.

“Well sheesh, buy me a drink first why don’t ya, I’m not that easy.” he snickered. “Yeah sure great let’s do it.” Joe said, smiling that I had gone for his bait.

I unlocked the door and he walked in, looking around for a second, taking in all the attempts at home decor that the three of us could muster. He nodded in approval.

“Well since you’re in already guess you won’t be needing that drink after all.”

“Hey, it’s 5:00 somewhere, and that somewhere is here!” he said, glancing down at his watch, noticing it was almost half past 5.

“Any drink in particular you fancy? Preferably something I could make with a limited stock of ingredients.”

“Rum and coke is fine.” Joe smiled, taking a tentative seat on the big comfy chair that faced the TV.

I whipped it up quickly, making one for myself as well. More coke than rum though, for me. “Sorry we don’t have any limes left. Ben used them all last week. It’s a simple drink, cause I’m a simple girl. It’s not the Four Seasons or anything.”

“Hey, Ben works there, you know. He should know a thing or two about the importance of proper garnishes. I’m only kidding. It’s great, thank you.”

I paused for a half a second wondering if there was room for two on the seat he was sitting on. He must’ve picked up on this, because he wiggled over slightly and patted the cushion beside him. I smiled and sat down eagerly. The cushion was very soft and worn, and it dipped down in the center, making both of us slide towards each other, thighs touching. It was nice.

I leaned forward to grab the remote off of the coffee table, and when I leaned back into the chair, Joe’s arm was situated around the back. He placed his hand on my shoulder, squeezing gently, and I leaned into his chest, practically laying on top of him.

At that moment, Sarah and Ella heard the familiar tone of Netflix being turned on, and emerged from their rooms.

“Michaela!! Why didn’t you tell us you were back, tell us all about your day with—Joe!!” Sarah started, pausing when she saw Joe’s head poke up from the back of the chair, my head peeking out shortly after.

“Nice place you got, McDonald. Where’d you get all this top notch decor, Target?” Joe teased, his hand moving down from my shoulder to resting right above my waist. I bit my lip to try and prevent any further reaction, though I wanted to scream giddily.

“As a matter of fact yes, what the fuck is wrong with that.” Sarah said crossing her arms in front of her.

“Seems a little cliche for a place full of white girls.”

“Okay, mister liquor bottle, you’ve got a lotta balls coming in here like that.” Sarah chuckled as she sat on the arm of the adjacent sofa. That’s when she noticed that his arm was wrapped tightly around my waist.

“I see you two are getting comfortable with each other, I’ll leave you to it… Ella let's go watch something in here.” Sarah said, pulling Ella away from the two of us so we could enjoy the rest of our date.

The night went on, and the conversation never dulled. Whatever series was rolling on Netflix was more of a background noise for the ramblings between the two of us sitting on the big comfy chair. Over the hours, Joe had gradually slid down in his seat, head resting on the back cushion. I had my legs draped over his, and his fingers were tracing mindlessly over the sliver of skin exposed at the ankle of my leggings. It all felt so natural, like we had known each other for years. Except everything was new. Every fact I learned about the man made me fall a little deeper for him. We had so much in common despite living such different childhoods.

We lost all track of time, and didn’t even notice when Netflix timed out on the ‘Are you still watching?’ screen. I don’t even know who fell asleep first, but I woke up in the middle of the night to a room barely illuminated by the dark light of the TV’s screensaver. The blanket that usually laid across the back of the chair was wrapped around Joe and I, and his arm was slung over my middle, gripping me tightly, holding me close. I rubbed my eyes and adjusted my position, pulling the blanket further up on my body. Joe stirred at my movements and gave a little stretch.

“Don’t worry about moving, ‘wanna stay like this.” I whispered softly, moving in even closer, laying my head onto his chest and wrapping my arms around his torso.

His hand came to rest in my hair, stroking it softly before falling back asleep. The sound of his breath evening out and the slowing of his heart beat lulled me back to sleep as well. I could definitely get used to this.

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Power Isn't Everything

Not So Pleased To Meet You

I EDITED THE PHOTO MYSELF BUT THE ORIGINAL IS NOT MINE

Summary: Yui and Ryo get sent to live with the Sakamakis and the Mukamis. While Yui is scared, Ryo has no reason to be afraid.

“Ryotoki Masuhei,” she introduced herself to the ten vampires that stood around the room.

“I’m Yui Komori,” the girl next to her said as her voice shook.

Ryo already knew why they were there. Yui was there to become Eve and to choose an Adam. But Ryo was there for a less involved reason.

Azusa looked at Ryo in awe as he saw bandages peeking out of her clothes. Wrapped around her palms, they went up to hide under her sleeves. Her neck only had a few but they were noticeable even in the shadow of her lifted hood. Azusa could even see them through the holes in her ripped jeans.

Azusa wanted to talk to Ryo so badly, he’s already beginning to forget about Eve. But Ruki said they have to wait until Yui “decides” whose house she’ll stay at first.

Ryo was silently observing the vampires from behind her prescription glasses while they were distracted by the dramatic human.

Yui fell and finally realized they were all vampires, she pulled out a rosary cross.

Ryo couldn’t hold in her laugh, ‘she’s dumber than she looks.’

As the boys looked at her in confusion and wonder, Ryo heard the familiar voice in her head, ‘It’s not like it’s her fault ya know. Religious humans made her think that the piece of metal could protect her.’

She hated when he was right, ‘I didn’t ask you.’

‘Perks of having a spirit live in your head.’

Ryo noticed how six of the bloodsuckers were gone along with Yui.

“Looks like Ryo-chan was in her own little world,” Kou pokes her cheek, which she goes to bite. But Kou was quick enough to pull his hand away. “Feisty Neko-chan.”

“It appears you’ll be staying with us first,” Ruki claimed.

“Fine with me,” Ryo shrugged.

Kou grabbed her hand and in two seconds they were in a different living room. Kou put his hands on Ryo’s shoulders before making her sit between him and Yuma.

“You’re obviously not human and the other livestock is supposed to be Eve. So who are you?” Ruki crossed his legs as he glared at Ryo.

“It looks like he hasn’t told you,” Ruki’s eyes narrowed. “I’m your guys’ protector.”

“We don’t need one,” Yuma snarled.

“Au contraire, once word gets out that there is a weak human that can choose her mate to create a whole other race, demons, ghouls, other vampires, and so-on, will come after her. So it looks like I'll be here for a while,” Ryo explained.

“A small thing like you is supposed to fight off these things?” Yuma laughed.

“Precisely. He wouldn’t have sent me here if he didn’t think I could do it.”

That shut him up. A few seconds of tense silence went by until Kou clapped his hands, “I think it’s time to hit the hay. We have night school in about ten hours.”

“Night school?” Ryo repeated.

“Is there a problem?” Ruki raised a brow.

“Nope.” She hasn’t been to school in over a century.

Azusa showed Ryo her room which was right across from his, “I’ll have...to show you...my knife collection...another time. Goodnight...Ryo-chan.” He smiled at Ryo as she entered her room.

“Goodnight Azusa,” she softly closed the door before running to jump on the plush bed.

Ryo realized how hard it’ll be to babysit these conceited vampires. Azusa seemed nice but she’s been alive long enough to know not to trust him yet. She pulled her hood down after checking the door and windows were locked. Her feline ears perked and twitched as her tail unwinded from around her waist to stretch out.

Ryo figured it'd be a good idea to keep her secret, knowing Kou’s love for cats already and she doesn’t want to be made fun of.

Ryo took off her glasses and placed them by the lamp on the bedside table. Looking out of the windows to her left she wished her best friend the best of luck.

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The bright blue-haired demon awoke to pounding and yelling from her door. She groaned before getting up to stomp over to the door. She threw her hood over her messy hair and tucked her tail under her hoodie.

“What,” Ryo gritted out.

“We have to leave for school in fifteen minutes. Hurry up,” Ruki tossed a pile of clothes at her before walking away.

“What kind of uniform is this?” Ryo looked at it in disgust.

She took off her hoodie to put on the white dress shirt and covered it with her hoodie. Then removed her ripped jeans to put on leggings under the skirt. Hopefully, the bandages weren’t too visible. After Ryo tugged on her black combat boots and laced them up, she grabbed her glasses.

Once she brushed her teeth she made her way to the front entrance where the four brothers waited.

“You really...like that hoodie...huh, Ryo-chan?” Azusa questioned.

Ryo nodded. She wasn’t used to getting less than twelve hours of sleep. She’ll have to take a nap after school.

“Aww, Neko-chan’s tired,” Kou teased.

“Shut up, fuckface,” Ryo’s name for Kou had Yuma laughing until he had tears in his eyes. “You too, jackass.”

Yuma immediately stopped laughing as Kou laughed instead. Before Yuma could blow up, the car pulled up to the door. Ruki shoved Ryo into the car before getting in after her.

“Asshole.”

“Is the name calling really necessary Neko-chan?” Kou pouted.

“Yes.”

Kou playfully sighed as he sat back against the seat.

They arrived at the massive school. The four brothers immediately made their way to wherever Yui was, leaving Ryo behind.

She smirked as she took this as her chance to go into the city. Might as well familiarize herself with her surroundings right? Ryo couldn’t remember the last time she’s been to the city in the human world. She lives in the Demon World, Demonic Realm, Assassin City.

The other realm would be the Vampiric Realm, where the Sakamaki's father rules.

It was nice to see how lively the city still was at this time of night. Ryo went to a candle store and bought three different scents, stopped by one of the convenience stores to get spicy instant ramen and two red bean paste buns, and finally a milkshake place. She smiled as she walked leisurely back to the school. Classes should be ending by the time she gets there.

Ryo waited by the front gates and it only took a few minutes before Ruki, Kou, Yuma, and Azusa appear next to her. Noticing the bags Ruki began to interrogate her, “You didn’t go to your classes?”

“Nope,” Ryo took a sip of her frozen drink.

“Then where were you?”

“Why is it so important to you all of a sudden? You were just fine chasing after the little human and not notice I didn’t even enter the building.”

Ruki’s eyes widened slightly. Was he really that focused on finding Yui? Nobody could tell but Ruki was anxious about Karl’s Adam & Eve plan.

“That still doesn’t allow you to run off without permission,” His expression steeled.

“It kinda does cause I don’t have to be here. You guys are the ones that need protecting. Not me,” Ryo lied. She was forced to be here so her best friend would live.

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Chapter 7 - Blood, Sweat and Beers

Taehyung x Reader - Fluff/Angst/Future Smut - 5.5k words

A/N - Hello again! So, how are we all doing after the comeback?! I, for one, am still a gibbering shambles only able to communicate in fangirl!!! So apologies that I did not post this on Friday as I said I would.

This chapter is probably the most edited from my AO3 version, as I was never really happy with the way the narrative flowed as it split over two chapters. I am still unreasonably proud of the chapter title, maybe even more than the story itself :)

Once again, thank you so much for the likes and follows, do please come and say hi if you like it! I hope you enjoy <3

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In order to escape unhindered, they had each told their assigned managers that they would be spending the evening at the other's hotel. Seong-min had been relieved, at that point he was still awaiting permission to view the CCTV to account for the appearance of the strangely dressed girl from that morning and couldn’t quite be sure of the security of his room yet. Sang-hun had offered no resistance either, it was widely acknowledged among the managers that Jimin was among the most well behaved when staying away from the dorm – with the main culprits being Jungkook and Jin – so despite the earlier alert from Taehyung’s manager, he was comfortable enough with the increased security the hotel had insisted they had put in place that they could keep themselves out of trouble for one night.

Prior to their escape, most of Jimin’s day was – with the exception of the photo shoot of course – spent surveying Taehyung clearly be torn between permitting himself to get ridiculously hyper in anticipation of seeing you again later that night, and trying to talk himself down from the giddy heights of his overactive imagination.

The other members could see the second youngest’s focus was wavering more than usual, and each time Jimin saw his eyes glaze over slightly, or a deep sigh escape him, he felt the need to try and snap him out of it, worried that the photographer or the other boys would lose patience with him. Jimin hated to see Taehyung get scolded and, after the third time he was subjected to an exasperated side-glance from Namjoon, took him to one side and showed him the time on his watch. “Tae, we have just two hours left here, and we can go see her okay?” he appeased quietly, even while wondering exactly what it was that Taehyung was expecting would happen as a result of their excursion.

He gave a sheepish smile in response, and shook his head as if to clear distracting thoughts of you from his mind. “Thank you Jiminie, I know how weird all this is, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to drag you in to all of this.”

Jimin pat him on his behind jovially and smiled widely, his eyes all but disappearing. “Ah, I’m excited to meet her too, this girl who’s making you sillier than normal.” He whispered affectionately to his friend, not wanting the others to overhear.

It wasn’t lip service to appease Taehyung, Jimin was genuinely curious about how you would act together. He knew it couldn’t possibly be anything more than a brief liaison: they were due to return to Korea in less than a week, and even though you apparently did not know who they were, they always ran the risk of being recognised and exposed by the press whenever they interacted with the public, particularly girls. Taehyung had to understand that too, right?

For as sweet a guy as Taehyung was, Jimin had never really witnessed him being infatuated with someone this way. He had seen him flirt – a lot, and with a fair few people – but, based on his friend’s behaviour, and seemingly despite any logic and reason, Jimin had already guessed this went way beyond flirtation. Finally climbing out of the taxi at the address you had given to them, after almost barrelling in to the frighteningly large man on the other side of the bar door, Jimin saw first hand the way you looked at each other when your eyes met, and he knew for sure.

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On their journey to the bar, it felt to Taehyung as if he was in some sort of dream-like state. It had occurred to him the risk he was taking by leaving the implied safety and privacy of the hotel without telling anyone his intended whereabouts. The only person who knew where he was going – not to mention the objectively ridiculous reason why – was Jimin, and he was sitting in the back seat of the taxi with him, allowing his eyes to skim over the unfamiliar landscapes rushing by in the darkness. Taehyung felt guilty again for getting Jimin embroiled in this escapade of his, all too aware that no matter how curious he purported to be, at least half of his presence was down to Jimin’s desire to maintain some semblance of protection over him. Safety in numbers and all that.

As Taehyung stared ahead at nothing in particular, he could sense Jimin’s attention shift to him, the restless up-and-down jiggling of his long legs apparently perceptible even over the motion of the car. As much as the thought of your impending meeting had pulled at his focus during the shoot, he had at least had something else to occupy his thoughts in the presence of the rest of the group and the need to maintain even just the smallest amount of professionalism. Now, the prospect of seeing you again filled his mind entirely, and he started to panic about how he was going to communicate with you. Your contact had been so sudden on the phone earlier that he hadn’t really had any time to consider it, he was simply forced to deal with it at that moment. But now, in the relative silence of the car, he was able to speculate on the numerous ways in which he might make an absolute fool of himself.

He felt a hand press firmly on his thigh. “What are you doing right now? Are you really anticipating seeing her that much?” He smiled warmly at him and squoze around his leg in an attempt to calm him.

“What if I say something stupid to her? What if I accidentally curse at her or something?” He grimaced as he thought about the videos they had seen on the internet of him accidentally swearing in English.

Jimin patted his leg and folded his hands back in to his own lap. “Just don’t tell her to sit down and you should be fine.” When Taehyung didn’t laugh as he usually would, the concern that he felt earlier seeing his friend's apparent inability to function while thinking about you crept over him, and he decided to breach the subject he had thus far been avoiding. “What is the outcome here Tae? Where do you see this going? It’s obvious this girl has made a big impression on you but...” he sighed deeply, choosing his words carefully, knowing how Taehyung occasionally had a tendency to shut down when challenged. “We have to go home soon, how do you think this is going to go, seriously?”

He chewed on his bottom lip and cast his eyes to the side to stare out of the window. Where did he think it was going? Based solely on the miniscule amount of time you had spent together, he was already dreading leaving. This was exacerbated by the fact that he hadn’t been truthful with you. Up until now, his overriding worry seemed to be the fear of regretting doing nothing, so he hadn’t really considered any other drawbacks to taking it any further than it had already gone, although he knew deep down that there were many.

“Do I have to decide right now?” He took Jimin’s eyebrow raise as an affirmative answer. He took a deep breath, the multitude of pros and cons rushing through his mind causing a slight ache to begin behind his eyes. He decided to articulate it the simplest terms he was able. “She just made me feel happy. I just want to keep feeling happy. Even if it’s only till we leave.”

At that, the driver announced their arrival, both Taehyung and Jimin pausing before opening the car doors. It appeared the taxi had brought them to an entirely unpopulated area. There were no other cars parked up on the side of the road, and the majority of the buildings stood in total darkness, illuminated only by the sparsely placed and somewhat dim street lamps. The driver turned in his seat at their lack of movement and announced the fare pointedly.

“Then, how might she feel when you leave? If she feels even a little of what you do, won’t it be hard for her?” Jimin asked before pulling the handle and climbing out from the vehicle, leaving Taehyung to hand over the money owed to the driver.

Even though he knew that his friend was just looking out for him – and, to only a slightly lesser extent, you – the words hurt him. He hadn’t yet considered that his actions had the potential to hurt you, and the possibility of that hit him hard. Taehyung knew that something almost serendipitous had occurred when you had climbed in to the wrong lift, and he knew that you had felt it too. Unsure of what to offer as a response, he joined Jimin on the kerb, and found that he didn’t need to provide one. Instead he followed his older friend’s line of sight to the building in front of them. They took in how the faded turquoise paint peeled from the sign above the door, and saw how more than one of the bulbs illuminating the letters spelling out Ronnie’s fizzled in and out of functionality, with one or two defunct completely. The lights inside however, glowed warm and welcoming through the condensation gathering on the window panes on to the otherwise deserted street on which they stood.

The agreement was unspoken, yet both friends decided that from that point, they would simply see what would happen that night, and any conversations relating to the more serious implications of their presence at the bar could be put to one side for a short time. After all, the potential consequences would undoubtedly change depending on what events may actually transpire in the bar that evening.

“Are you ready, Taehyungie?” He reached up to affectionately ruffle the back of his head, his words of warning cast to one side in order to just be supportive of his friend who appeared to have frozen on the spot. He smiled to himself and nudged Taehyung firmly, tilting his head towards the door, before giving in and pushing the door open himself.

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You had almost managed to convince yourself that he couldn’t possibly be as good-looking as you remembered, but seeing him standing in the door way of the bar, his eyes on you, caused your heart to leap up in to your throat. You could vaguely make out Ronnie in your peripheral vision stood about two feet from the door, alternating his gaze between the two of you, before finally shaking his head and exiting the building. You focused your sight on him entirely – as if you had any choice in the matter – and the edges of your vision wavered slightly as he began to walk ever closer to you, your breathing becoming more shallow and shaky as the distance between you decreased.

“Y/N, a pilsner for the love of god!” Peter’s gruff voice broke through your trance-like state, dragging your attention – along with Taehyung’s and the black-haired boy’s, who you had only just noticed was accompanying him – over to the far end of the bar, where Ronnie had been sitting beside him just a few minutes ago.

You smiled apologetically at the two new arrivals, noting quickly that his shorter friend was certainly not lacking in the looks department either, a laugh threatening to spill from your lips as you were unable to resist the somewhat ridiculous comparison between the two of them and Peter and the other three regulars hunched over their drinks in the bar so far that night.

“Sorry Peter,” you said sincerely, tilting a pint glass beneath the tap and flicking the tab down, watching as they approached one of the high tables close to the bar and arranged themselves on to the stools out of the corner of your eye, with Taehyung opting to sit so you were directly in his line of sight.

After placing the large glass before the bearded man with a contrite smile, you added the drink to Peter’s tab, sliding over a bag of dry roasted peanuts covertly by way of an apology. His small scowl and the grunt he aimed at you in response was assurance enough you were forgiven, and you wiped your hands on the small apron you wore over your jeans and inhaled deeply in preparation to approach the newly-occupied table.

“Hey, thank you for coming all this way.” You usually had no qualms at all when it came to making conversation with people, it was one of the main aspects of your job, but something about the way they regarded you made you incapable of utilising the social skills years of working at the bar had furnished you with. You were all of a sudden unsure what to do with your hands, anything you did felt awkward, unnatural. You smiled a greeting at his friend, noting the way his eyes shifted between you and Taehyung, who was reaching in to his wool coat with a look of intense concentration on his face.

“It’s okay. Here is your phone,” he lifted his hand from his pocket and offered the device to you, staring at it intently before raising his gaze to meet your eyes to startle you with their sheer size again. “I charged it for you,” he informed you so earnestly that it was impossible to stop a large grin from spreading across your face, which he reciprocated the moment he saw the corners of your mouth twitch. You extended your hand to Taehyung to take your phone, your breath catching as the heat from his fingers seared in to yours and lingered there.

“I’m Jimin,” his companion announced loudly, clearly affronted by the fact that Taehyung hadn’t introduced him yet. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you,” he finished, a smile brightening his face, looking pleased with his greeting.

You finally turned to Jimin, unsettled at how easily Taehyung could grip your entire focus. “It’s nice to meet you too. I’m y/n.”

“Yeah, I know,” he said, not unkindly, and flicked his eyes meaningfully towards his friend, who was suddenly very interested in the wood grain on the table surface, running his index finger along the pattern.

“Oh, okay,” not really sure what to say next, you placed your hand lightly on Taehyung’s forearm, feeling the heat from his body and his muscle shift even through the thick material of his coat. “Thank you for getting my phone back to me. I owe you, both of you,” you added when you saw Jimin shift in his stool. “Can I get you a drink?”

Taehyung opted for a coke and Jimin asked for a bottle of beer, his baby face causing you to need to ask for his ID, which he removed from his wallet with a grumble, pulling a snigger from the brunette. He handed it to you, his plump bottom lip stuck out an a clear display of his offence, and sight of it confirmed your assumption from the products in the hotel suite that they hailed from Korea. You wondered faintly how quickly you could learn Korean, and where you might even begin to look, and then chided yourself for slipping in to fantasy land again.

The weather had been warmer than usual for the past few days, sod’s law dictating that you had a great deal more customers piling through the door than you were used to dealing with on your own, all deciding that beer would be the best way to satiate their heat induced thirst. That coupled with the humidity in the air meant that it didn’t take long for you to regret donning the long sleeve floral blouse you’d pulled from the depths of Hannah's wardrobe instead of one of your usual plain t-shirts (dark obviously, to hide the beer stains). After delivering the drinks to your newest guests, you were more or less stuck behind the bar for 45 minutes solid, eventually using the fluted sleeves of your top to wipe the perspiration from your forehead, throwing your previously carefully styled hair in to a haphazard bun on the top of your head.

From time to time you would feel both of them watching you for a moment, before turning to each other presumably to discuss their observations, their heads pushed close together over the loud blanket of incoherent murmuring which tended to settle over the bar when it was busy. There was finally a lull in the flow of people coming to the bar and the fridges had all been re-stocked, so you took the opportunity to offer the two young men another round. They hadn’t yet approached the bar – with the exception of Jimin sweetly offering to help you with the two crates of beer you had carried from the back fridge, stacked one on top of the other, when Taehyung had gone to the bathroom – and their drinks were looking a little on the low side.

As you got closer to their table you could hear Jimin sigh deeply “Guenyeoege malhae,” before tipping back the dregs of his beer. To which Taehyung responded in a tone you hadn’t yet heard him use. Granted you hadn’t really heard him say a great deal, but the word he uttered was drawn out, and it made him sound a little petulant, “Eotteohge?” He checked himself quickly however and straightened his back and smiled widely at you, somehow showing all his teeth at the same time.

“How are you doing? Do you need more drinks?” You tried to ask as casually as you were able, but you could feel your shoulders tensing in embarrassment as you could hear your own voice several times higher pitched than usual, and you considered the possibility of never being able to act normally in his presence. You cleared your throat in the hope the question might be audible to humans as well as dogs, “another drink?”

Jimin nodded his assent began to reach for his wallet, to which you halted him by waving your hands in front of his face in a gesture vaguely reminiscent of jazz-hands, “No, no there’s no need to –” he glanced up at your frantic movement, his hand halfway between the table top and his pocket, his mouth slightly agape as if he had been paused. You pressed a hand to your chest “please let me...to say thank you.”

The exchange – if it could really be called that – between you and Jimin, was observed keenly by Taehyung, who seemed greatly amused by your interaction with his confused friend, the large rectangular smile somehow wider the more flustered you appeared. Finally, it seemed you got your point across – although slightly inarticulately – and you returned behind the bar to get them both another drink. You were glad that they both wanted another, you hadn’t really had the opportunity to speak to Taehyung, or to find out anything more about him other than he didn’t seem to like beer. It seemed a shame after the bizarre and wonderful occurrences of the night before that the story would end by you getting your phone back and everyone just getting on with their lives. Aside from that, you found that everything just felt a little...brighter...just by him being there.

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After his fourth bottle of beer, Jimin excused himself to find the restroom, leaving Taehyung alone with his thoughts. He was conflicted between wanting to have more opportunity to speak to you, and a strong feeling of relief that he wasn’t having to struggle to articulate himself to you. It was better in a way, that he was sat far enough away from the bar so that he couldn’t hear your words, as he knew that if they were audible to him he would be trying to translate them, consciously or otherwise. As it was, he was content to simply watch as you poured drinks and chatted with the customers, your laugh easily identifiable as the only girl in the room.

It was clear to him that the majority of the men in the bar found you as charming as he had swiftly found you to be, even the stern looking one with the beard who was stationed at the only occupied stool pulled up to the bar, all of them taking more time to get their drinks than necessary to be able to talk to you a little longer. Although their desire to speak with you blatantly wasn’t for the same reason as his, he found he was irrationally envious of the ease in which they engaged in conversation with you, how easily they pulled a wry smile from your lips or an eyebrow raised in response to a joke he couldn’t possibly hope to follow.

You hadn’t really had a chance to escape from behind the bar except for the two brief exchanges which seemed to mostly involve you and Jimin confusing each other. He considered again in his friend’s absence the questions posed to him on their journey from the hotel. What would happen when they went home? It wasn’t like he could just tell her the truth, but he wouldn’t be able to brazenly lie. But to just leave without any sort of explanation was too cold. What could he possibly say to you to explain his all-too-brief presence? The entirely temporary nature of your encounter suddenly struck him, as until then he had been far too wrapped up in the fantasy of it all to see it.

In an attempt to gain something permanent, he reached for his phone and opened the camera app, resting the bottom of the device on the top of the table and aiming the lens to where you were stood, turning back from the cash register to hand over some change to a waiting customer. He glanced at you over the top of his phone before lowering his gaze to see you through the lens, tapping the screen to store the image in his phone’s memory, as well as his own, just as a warm and genuine smile began to take over your features. He smiled back at the screen, as if your expression was for his benefit, and sighed as he decided that one photo may not be enough and made to take another shot.

As he looked at you through the screen once more, you raised your hands above your head to push some escaped strands of hair back in to the unkempt mass of hair balanced precariously atop your head, the action dragging the bottom of your blouse from where it was loosely tucked in to your jeans, leaving a stripe of your stomach and the very tops of your hips exposed. His eyes left his phone and snapped upwards, involuntarily drawn to the newly bare flesh. He ran his tongue unconsciously over his lips, as he remembered gripping your body there over your dress, and the glorious moaning sound the action had dragged from your lips. He felt heat rush through him and his heart began to pound furiously as his breathing all but stopped.

After the briefest of moments, he noticed you weren’t moving for the first time since their arrival, and he raised his eyes to find yours staring back at him, your only movement being the heavy rise and fall of your chest as the intensity of his gaze seemed to take your breath away. With a confidence he didn’t know he possessed at that time, he boldly kept his eyes on yours, challenging you to look away, wondering if you were thinking about the same thing he was; if the same images were flashing through your mind simultaneously.

“Taehyung-ssi! What are you doing?” Jimin’s return to the high table snapped both of you from your staring match. His speech was not slurred as such, but it was evident from his carefully formed syllables that the beer had begun to take effect and he blinked slowly as he nodded his head towards where the phone remained upright and pointed at you, and Taehyung abruptly became aware of how ambiguous it must have looked to anyone watching.

He cleared his throat, suddenly embarrassed now that the intense moment between you had passed. Just as he opened his mouth to answer, the door of the bar flew open and banged back against the wall, drawing everyone’s attention instantly to the sound. In stumbled a man who was only recently familiar to Taehyung, and he turned to check your reaction and found you jaw-clenched and shoulders-squared, as if preparing to fight.

“Mark, why are you here?” You wiped your hands on a nearby cloth and moved from behind the bar and towards him, passing their table as you did so, not seeing the confused look Jimin aimed towards Taehyung.

"I’ve some questions myself y/n,” he rocked back and forth slightly, having clearly drank considerably more than four beers. “Why haven’t you answered any of my calls? I still have a right to talk to you...to know where you are.”

He stumbled forwards and towards where you were standing, your arms crossed across your chest, and it was clear to Taehyung you were struggling to suppress the fury that threatened to burst from you. “And why might that be?” You enquired, although your tone indicated you were uninterested in the answer.

“She’s gone, y/n. Back to her boyfriend. Come back home and talk to me.”

He looked much less put together than he had in the hotel restaurant the night before, and Taehyung was alarmed at the unhinged look in his eyes. He began to ready himself to move swiftly should he need to, although he wasn’t quite sure what he intended to do once he had moved, but he figured he’d worry about that if and when it came to it.

You cautiously took a step closer to him, your arm extended outwards in an attempt to calm him. “Mark,” you began quietly but firmly, “you should go. Now. There’s nothing to talk about. Period. Go home.” With that your hand made contact with his shoulder as you tried to begin turning him back towards the door.

“Don’t order me around, what gives you the right - ” He threw his arm back to shake off your hand, which threw you off balance, sending you careening backwards and causing several of the bar's patrons, including Jimin and Taehyung, to rise from their seats, the latter coming to stand by you swiftly to try and steady you.

“You need to go, right now, before you get yourself in trouble.” You warned him calmly even as Taehyung could feel you lean further in to his embrace, and he knew it wasn’t just for the sake of your balance.

Your ex-boyfriend’s attention than shifted to him, recognition clear in his eyes. “You’re that guy from the restaurant last night. Is this who you were with all night y/n? It didn’t take you long did it?” He scoffed and smirked cruelly, flicking his eyes back to you for a moment. “I should have known you’d do something like this. How long have you been seeing this prick for then?” He made to move closer to him, and you were certain that it would have been more threatening if he was able to focus on one thing at a time.

Out of the corner of his eye, Taehyung saw Jimin remove his jacket and begin to make his way over to where the three of you stood, the rest of the people in the bar seemingly on pause. He couldn’t see his friend’s face as he stood between Mark and the two of you, but he had a fairly good idea of the way he would be glaring at the inebriated man right now. The shift in Mark’s expression seemed to confirm Taehyung’s suspicion as he looked momentarily fearful, before the alcohol-fueled bravado won the battle over his face. To Jimin’s credit, he didn’t flinch even a little as he snarled down at him. “And who the fuck are you then?”

“A customer who is fucking welcome in my bar,” The three of you were shocked and confused to see Mark fly backwards as if by magic, until the large man from earlier came in to view. “Which is a lot more than I can say for you. Are you alright y/n?” He looked over at you, still gripping your ex by the bunched up clothes at the scruff of his neck.

“I’m fine, Ronnie, just let him go.” Taehyung was sure he understood the words you spoke, but he began to doubt his comprehension at the feeling of you sagging further in to his arms and the tears which were beginning to form in your eyes belied the flippancy of your statement.

“Peter?” Ronnie sought confirmation of your version of events from the man who apparently never moved from his stool.

“Barged in, threatened two of your customers, and pushed her.” He summarised succinctly, nodding his head to where you were standing, Taehyung’s other arm now stretched around you, his eyes trained solely on the tears threatening to fall on to your cheeks, not seeing Jimin move back to their table where his phone was ringing.

Peter’s summary and your clear distress were verification enough and he immediately released his grasp on Mark and let his fist fly towards his face, knocking him backwards and splitting his lip. “Don’t come here again. And don’t go anywhere near her, do you understand?” He didn’t wait for a response, he simply walked towards you, causing Taehyung to relinquish his hold on you and observe silently as Ronnie placed his large hands either side of your face and used his calloused thumbs to wipe your tears away. “Why are you sticking up for him again, huh?” he asked tenderly before hugging you briskly and releasing you to grab himself a bottle of beer and take up behind the bar to help finish the shift for the night.

You smiled weakly in an apology to Taehyung as you walked past him to join Ronnie behind the bar, and he was devastated to find that you could barely meet his eyes. He tried to think of something to say that might be helpful, but before he had the opportunity Jimin grabbed him arm, worry evident on his face. “Seong-min called. We need to go back to your hotel right away. He doesn’t sound happy.”

Assuming they had been caught for sneaking out, even though the feeling of dread had begun to settle in the pit of his stomach, it didn’t seem to matter as much as him telling you how much it meant that he was here with you. That none of it was your fault and that he was glad he came, no matter what happened. He approached the bar opposite you, leaning over it to grip your hands in his, wrapping his long fingers around your own, stroking his thumbs up and down your skin, causing goose bumps to rise up the length of your arms.

He wanted to be able to explain his overwhelming desire to protect you and make you feel better. To tell you that if it were possible for the two of you to be together, it would never even cross his mind to speak to you the way Mark had, to even look at you that way. How unfair it was that he had you and cast you aside as if you were nothing, when all Taehyung wanted to do at that moment was kiss you until you smiled again. He didn’t know how to say any of those things though, so as he raised one of his hands to lift your chin gently, he said precisely and softly, “You deserve so much more than him.”

~~~

You had stood in a daze long after his friend had pulled Taehyung out of the bar and in to the waiting cab, but you insisted that you finish your own shift, apologising to everyone in the bar for the fuss, each time being chided by Ronnie. “Don’t you apologise for that cretin any more. I’ve had it. So...” he began, his tone suddenly playful “those were the boys who had your phone then?”

He was relieved to see the embarrassment creep up from your neck to your face, a sign that you were starting to calm down from the unfortunate incident with Mark. But what must Taehyung think of you now? As if last night hadn’t been strange enough, and now this? What a mess. There’s no way he would want to see you again after this, what normal man would? He had been so kind to you before he left though, the memory of his large hands surrounding yours and his sweet and obviously carefully chosen words causing the beginnings of a shy grin to go along with your red cheeks. “Hmm,” you finally answered, “Taehyung and Jimin.”

Ronnie nodded emphatically as though they were the kind of names he heard every day. “Right, right. I like the short one better.”

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Hurricane P21

Happy x Reader

Warnings/Triggers: Sluts. (I have no problem with peoples choices!). 18+. If under kindely un-follow me please!

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You woke up early that morning. You had to get to Cara Cara and help market that slut house. Dressing in flowy work pants and a tank-top you started to make coffee. You sat against the counter, scrolling through your phone. Looking outside it was a beautiful day. The sun was shining and you couldn’t help but wonder what was going to go wrong. Sipping the coffee you yawned after. “Man.. I am going to hate today..” you whispered to yourself.

Walking back in the room you grabbed your laptop bag. Happy rolled over, Kozy poking out of the blankets. “Where you going sexy?” you sat on the edge of the bed, kissing Happys forehead and then Kozys. “Going to work.. Gemma asked me to go to Cara Cara…” “Shit.. ummm how about not?” you looked at him confused. “Already promised. I will see you later.” Waving you walked out of the house. Happy grabbed a pillow putting it over his face. “FUCK!” he yelled into the pillow. Kozy crawled up next to Happy laying his head on his chest. “Now I see why you do that to your mom. It is calming..” he pet the dog looking at the ceiling. “She is going to come home and kill me…” he mumbled sadly.

Walking into Cara Cara you seen Gemma. “Hey baby! Let me introduce you to Luann!” nodding she pulled you along. Looking around all you could see is cum and herpes everywhere. “She keeps it very clean here. Promise.” Trusting Gemma you walked into an office to see blonde woman sitting at the desk. “Is this y/n?” you nodded holding out your hand. She pushed it away giving you a huge hug. Her breasts crushing your rib cage. When she finally let go you smiled to her. “So have you ever market porn?” “Not to this extent.” She nodded. “I need to see your business plat form. That way I can help tweak it if need be.” Luann held her hand out so you could sit at her desk. Sitting in her seat you went through the computer. “Organization for files will need to happen. Do you track how much your making each production?” She nodded opening a file. “Alright, then lets take last years numbers and write a goal of what we want by the end of next month.”

Gemma had left to go get you all soda and a sandwich. You where typing away at your lap top. Your legs crossed slightly. “Hey y/n.” looking over you seen Juice. “Hey sweety. What are you doing here?” He sat next to you. “I do a lot of the website editing for CaraCara. Luann asked me to bring the files over to you.” He handed you a USB drive. “Well thanks Juicey boy!” you plugged it in the computer. The files upload and you opened a folder. Scrolling through the advertisements, there was other production videos. “Geez this is a lot of porn.” Juice laughed nodding. “Yeah no kidding.” You kept scrolling. Zooming in on a photo you seen a picture of Happy and Ima. Her sitting in his lap. Looking at the date it was three days before you arrived in Charming. “Y/N..” Juice noticed the photo you were looking at. “Do you have a joint on you Juice?” He nodded. “Lets go outside to smoke.” Shutting your laptop, you brought your bag with you. Juice and you sitting on the Jeep. “That photo bugs you doesn’t it?” He said sparking the joint. He handed it to you first. Watching you take a deep breath. “Yeah.. It does.” Handing it to Juice he did the same watching your movements. “He never mentioned you..” you laughed a bit running your hand through your hair. “Yeah well.. he never told me he was here. Guess he moved on more than I thought. I didn’t know they spent time together.” Juice wanted to tell you the truth. That she was his choice of fucks. Instead he knew not to betray a fellow brother. He handed you the joint to finish off. You laid back on your Jeep, closing your eyes as the breeze blew cool air around you. “I know he loves you though.. he panicked when you where kidnapped. He lost his shit with Jax and the Colorado Pres. He hugged me for putting a few pieces together. He loves you a lot.” You nodded, feeling the high take over you. “Yeah.. well..” “Y/N!” looking over you seen Gemma walk over with a sandwich. “Here hun.” She handed you the pop as well. She walked back into Cara Cara leaving you and Juice. You handed him half of the sandwich. “Thanks!” He smiled taking a bit. “No problem. Thanks for sharing the joint!”

You ended up staying at Cara Cara for over twelve hours. Luann organized nothing, making your job so much more difficult. Scrolling through the pictures you seen more background photos of Happy. You started to feel sick to your stomach. “You ok darlin?” you looked up at Luann. Her worry was evident. “I just.. I will be back tomorrow.” Luann smiled. “Ok, thanks for all your help today.” Smiling you walked out. Putting your stuff in the Jeep you took a deep breath. You knew that was before you got here but it still hurt. He did easily get on without you. They must of hooked up at east eight times according to the photos you seen. “Hey Y/N!” Lyla appeared hugging you. “Hey, long time no see.” Giving her a fake smile. She could tell you where off. “I was just leaving here to go have a drink at a bar. Want to go?” you nodded to her.

Following her to the bar you pulled in next to her. Getting out you followed her in. It was a small bar with some pool tables. Sitting on the stool you ordered a beer. She ordered one as well. “So whats on your mind?” “I need you to be honest with me Lyla. Fuck the club loyalty shit… How many times did Happy and Ima hook up?” Lylas face fell. You had no clue why you intently wanted to hurt yourself with whatever answer she was going to give you. “A lot. It started as a one night stand. A few times he came to Cara Cara to body guard. They hooked up a lot more. She went to his house a few times and viceversa.” Sighing you finished the beer. “Tequila please..” you looked to the bartender. She nodded pouring you some over ice. “Where they dating?” “I don’t know. They never had a label on it.” Lyla watched as you sipped the drink. “Why where you at Cara Cara?” “Gemma asked me to help market for them.. not sure why.. seems like your numbers are just fine..” she snorted a bit. “Luann and the club likes money. No wonder they asked you to help.”

One bottle of tequila between the two of you and your both where playing pool and laughing your ass off. You would hiccup and both start laughing. You danced to the music that was playing, Lyla too. Your phone went off and you looked down to see it was Happy. Picking up you answered.

You “MmmHello?”

Happy: “Where are you?”

You laughed into the phone. You : “How is Kozy?”

Happy: “Fine, where are you?”

You hiccuped again and started laughing. You: “Dunno..”

Happy: “Are you drunk?”

You: “Fucking almost… another round!!” you called out. Happy pulled the phone from his ear.

Happy: “Tell me where you are?”

You: “Mm.. dunno.. gottag go drink with Lyla… she’d never choose another girl if I left her..” you hiccupped again.

Happy: “What?!”

You: “You and Ima… I seen the photos. Its whatever… you fucked her so many times I guess.. Maybe I should find a guy..”

Happy: “Y/N L/N where the fuck are you right now!?” He yelled into the phone.

Layla grabbed the phone talking.

Lyla: “She is with me. Safe. But drunk..” Lyla laughed at you trying to line up the ball on the pool table. “Babe hit the ball correctly…” Lyla laughed speaking to you.

Happy: “For gods sake, please tell me where you are!”

Lyla: “Mmm..nope. Don’t think y/n would like that. OHH shots! Byyyye byee Happy!”

The phone hung up and Happy slammed his phone down. He felt his phone ding and he seen a picture message. It was of him and Ima. Her sitting on his lap. Then there was a next one of Lyla kissing your on the cheek and her in your lap just like him and Ima. “FUCK!!!”

You took another round of shots. It felt so good to let go. Your phone buzzed again and it was Kozik. “FUCK why cant I have fun?!” you answered it.

Kozik: “Hey sis, I think I found a house you might like.”

You: “Oh thank god, I thought Happy called you..” you hiccupped.

Kozik: “Where are you it is so loud!”

You: “Dunno. Drinking at some bar with Lyla.”

Kozik: “Well be safe. Your old man is on the other line.”

You: “Tell him to go fuck Ima.

Kozik: “What happened?”

You: “Mm.. Gemma asked me to go and help Cara Cara… I seen the photos taken of Happy and that girl. Hmm.. Slut are sluts. May have been before I was there but still hurts!”

Kozik: “Sis.. he did miss you.”

You: “I suppose that is why he fucked her huh?” You laughed. “Well love you bro. Talk to you in the AM about the house! Oh can you get Kozy for me? Imma crash at your house if that is cool?”

Kozik: “Sure thing! Love you.”

You: “Love you to baby brother!”

Kozik: “I am older than you… Love you a lot. Be safe.”

Hanging up you and Lyla drank the night away. It was three AM and you and Lyla both fell asleep in your Jeep. Waking up she laughed. “Damn we drank too much..” you smiled nodding. “Thanks for getting me out and partying again.” She nodded hugging you, getting out of the Jeep and to her Car. “Thanks for letting me sleep in the Jeep so I didn’t drive drunk!”

Getting in the drivers side you drove to Koziks. Putting your key in you set your stuff on the table. Kozik walked out half asleep. “Mmm.. hey sis..” you looked at his tired self. “Sleep, I will take the couch with Kozy.” “Call Happy. He is losing his shit.”

You ignored it and laid on the couch passing back out. Kozik would understand.

Your phone went off and you seen it was 10 AM. Luckily Cara Cara didn’t need you to be there till when ever you damn well decided you got there. Walking to the kitchen Happy and Kozik sat at the table. You ignored Happy and grabbed some coffee. “Y/N..” you held you hand up pointing to the coffee. “Coffee first.” You sat back on the couch snuggled with Kozy. Happy stood up walking over to you. “I swear to the high heavens above us I will cut your dick off and feed it to a coyote if you dare open that mouth of yours.” Kozik snorted, choking on his hot coffee slightly. You finished your cup walking over to rinse it out. You washed it and set it on the drying towel. Not drying since it was the handmade one you created when you where twelve. Smiling at the fact he kept it all these years. “Kozik.. do I still have some of my clothes here?” He nodded his head. You walked to his bathroom, stripping your clothes getting in the shower.

Twenty minutes later you appeared in black skinny jeans, red heels and a blouse with SOA on the back of it. Your hair was in a lose ponytail and no makeup. “Alright brother, thanks again for letting me stay.” “You know you are always welcome sis.” Happy went to grab your wrists and Kozik stood up. “I am not getting involved in this one.” He held his hands up letting you slip away. “Happy I know it was before I came.. but part of me feels like you liked her.. if you did awesome. I cant expect me to be your only lover. However.. you only mentioned you had sex a couple times. That photo I sent you said more.” Walking to Kozik you kissed his cheek. “See you later brother. Is it ok if Kozy stays here? Don’t want him getting any STDS.” Laughing he nodded. “He has his own doggy bed from the old place anyways.” You walked over to the dog kissing his head. “Be good for uncle.” The dog opened his eyes and then closed them again. You dare not mention the stuff Lyla told you. Girl code.

“Have a good day.” You opened the door, grabbing your stuff and walked out the door.

Happy banged his head against the table. “I swear to whatever god is up there.. your fucking sister will be the death of me.” He groaned. “Well, you made shitty decisions.” “Are you always going to take her side?” Happy asked Kozik. “Inless she cheats or kills you.” He shrugged putting his cup in the sink. “I need to talk to her..” Happy sighed. “If she sees Ima, there will be a blood bath Kozik.” He smirked a bit. “Naw. Ima would have to push her over the edge first… which.. she is good at.” “UGH!” Happy stood up grabbing his gun, sliding it in his holster.

Walking out he waved to Kozy and Kozik. Getting on his bike he headed to Cara Cara after you.

Arriving he seen three bikes. Opening the door, he hurd the fake moans in the back and seen his brothers sitting in the lounge area. Jax, Juice and Chibs. He watched you walked out holding your laptop talking to Luanne. Pointing a few things out to her, he seen you where those glasses he loved so much. Luanne smiled hugging your side gently. “Sweety!” Jax called out to you. You nodded to him and went back to your work. Walking out a few seconds later, Juice stood up handing you a joint. Walking outside with him you did your routine like yesterday. Both of you sitting on the Jeep. “Have you talked to him yet?” you inhaled deeply and shook your head. “Not much.” Laying back on the Jeep Juice handed you the joint after taking a hit. “Ugh Juice, why cant shit be easy? Why cant we just smoke a joint everyday, Make tons of money and Happy understands shit.” You coughed a bit laughing. He laughed as well. “I know..”

Finishing the joint you walked in hearing a hip hop song. “The One” played. The guys rolled there eyes acting like they hated. Lyla came around the corner seeing you laughing because this was the song you where dancing too last night. “Then she put that booty on that Gucci belt!” you shook you ass against laughing with Lyla. “Yeah! Your lookin at the truth, money never lie! I’m the one yeah, I’m the one. Your sick of those other intimidators. Don’t let the real one intimidate you!” you danced around with Lyla, laughing your ass off afterwards. The weed calming your nerves with Happy there.

A few songs past and you came back out listening to the song “Ever since I met you, you got me changing my schedule. If you ain't know, that shit's eventful. And losing this money is dreadful, but. Believe me, that pussy is special. You wanna meet moms, I might let you. Rollie is so presidential, keep it on while we fuck that's 'cause I meant to, yeah. Fuck you twice, we take a nap, soon as you're awake, get back. Go for three, it takes a knack. I'm taking you to places that. You ain't been, girl, face the fact, meant it, I can't take it back. Whisky straight, ain't chasing that, I'll taste the cat. Yeah, you told me I own that pearl, yeah, that's 'cause I bone you, girl. You should be my only girl, when I hit it, you feel like you own the world” you rapped the whole verse. Shocking all the guys. You twirled around holding your camera taking pics of the building. Happy watched your every movement. He could tell you where relaxed with your movements as you walked around. “Yeah, ah, since the last time we had sex, honestly, I've been a mess, well, Fiendin' 'cause you got the best, borderline kind of obsessed and yeah. I'm on some kind of drug, I've been addicted and I cannot find enough. I call you, I'm tryna fuck, I'm in room 921, come on up. And we could put up the "please do not disturb". I got the drink, I got the herb, I'm tweakin', now I must be cured. The only way I rest assured is if, I get my fix. I love the way your dress just slips right off your waist, right down your hips. Technique's the best, she knows some tricks and yeah. I need you now, I need you bad. You and me both been fiendin' bad, I guess what I really mean is that, yeah” you glanced back at Happy every few moments you sang. Slightly biting your lip. His eyes caught yours and you seen him fidget. You noticed the boys where busy doing something as you kept eye contact with Happy. Bending over you fixed your heels, giving him view of your ass in those jeans. He knew what you where doing. This was your warfare and he would be damned if he said it was not working. You walked past Happy, shoulder shoving him. Your hand on his chest “Oh sorry… Babe..” you almost rolled your eyes at the name you called him. He felt your hand slide down his chest. His eyes pierced looking into yours. You walked away, moving your hips for extra effect.

You disappeared for a bit. Happy waited to see you come back out from the back area but you never did. He decided to go ahead and look for you. Walking through Cara Cara he tried to see where you could have went off too. “Happy!” he looked over to see Ima in some slutty nurse outfit. He didn’t know you where watching him from the upstairs balcony. She slid her hand over his chest, the way you just did. “Ima, leave me alone, I am looking for Y/N.” “Why.. when I am right here.” She slid her hand down his pants. He pulled back a bit. “Enough!” he growled. “I like when you get rough..” hearing the words you felt nauseous. “Surprised you have no shot her yet.” Kozik appeared next to you on the balcony. “I figured you would be here. Scouting everything before going in.” he smirked kissing your head. “I need to go back to Tacoma for a bit Kozik..” He looked at you. You had the same look you had two years ago when you felt done with everything emotionally. “Why are you here?” “You never replied to my text. I thought you might be in Jail.” You laughed a bit. “Wouldn’t surprise me if you were.” You nodded no. “Not this time around with Happy. I don’t feel like kicking every womans ass right now. Maybe I am just tired.” “Are you pregnant?” you nodded no. “Naw, had my you know what a week ago.” He nodded not even flinching.

Holding your stomach, you leaned over crying. Kozik rubbed your back unsure how to help you. “Sis.. what can I do..?” this was the first time you where getting your period. You fell into his arms feeling weak, tired and very warm. “Don’t let go..” you cried out into his chest. He nodded rubbed your back. Gliding his fingertips over it.

Later that night you two walked to Walgreens. Him holding your hand, to ease the pain. Walking into the tampon aisle you where unsure what to get. You had the talk with you mom and all as a young girl, but you had no clue what to get. “Ask someone..” Kozik smiled at you. Nodding no, you where too nervous and embarrassed. Kozik walked to a woman at the makeup table. “Hello mam, my sister is unsure what to get for her first… yah know…. Monthly thing…” The woman smiled slightly, thinking how sweet the boy was for helping you. She looked at you, seeing you slightly hunched over. “You will wanna start with these hun. When you get comfortable switch to tampons.” You nodded to her slightly. Walking to check out, you opened your small clutch pink purse that you had since you were a young kid. “$4.99.” you opened your wallet and sighed looking at Kozik. “Is there any cheaper?” The woman smiled to you. “Here baby, lets go get you Midol and some snacks. I will pay for it.” You shook your head no. “Hunny, your so lucky to have your friend with you. Trust me, I got you!”

A few years later you came back to that same store and dropped off a check for $100.00. Leaving the woman, a nice note. Expressing how thank-full you were to her for everything she did for you. Always being so sweet to you two when you came in and waved to her. She watched you two grow up slowly.

Ima tried again and Happy pushed her slightly away. “So since she is back you are just going to forget me?” “There was never going to be a you and me. I always loved y/n!” “Funny, you whispered you loved me once after sex.” Hearing that you grabbed your gun. Taking off safety and aimed it between the two. “Sis…” Kozik looked at you nervously. You shot out, it cut Imas nurse outfit and Happys shirt, hitting the cement. Happys head turned to the balcony seeing you and Kozik. You took out the shell of the gun counting how many bullets you had left. “Five should be enough.” You whispered. Going over the balcony, you took off your heels. Climbing the rafters down, Kozik shook his head. “Show off.” He spoke calmly taking the stairs. Walking towards Ima and happy. “You snuck into his house the other night.” Ima looked at you wide eyed. “Next time, don’t wear the fucking lipstick.” Quickly you pointed the gun towards her feet taking a shot. It melted the tip of her left high heel. She looked at you shocked. “That was planned. Good thing you didn’t move.” You winked at her. Turning away from them, you started to walk out to the office. “Luanne I am going to be gone few a few days. I will post your stuff and call if I need anything.” She smiled hugging you. You walked towards the door. “Oh and Happy will pay for the bullet marks.” Slamming the door to Cara Cara you headed to Koziks and Happys.

After clearing everything out of Happys you went to Koziks. You did it quickly, packing everything up.

Kozik: “He is headed to my house. He will be there in five minutes.”

You: “Thanks. Call you when I get to Tacoma.”

Kozik: “I will be up there in two days.”

You: “Why?”

Kozik: “To spend time back home with you and Kozy.”

You: “Your too good to me brother.”

Kozik: “Naw.. you have been there for me too sis.”

Putting your bags in the Jeep, you packed Kozy on in his bed. He fell asleep right away. You hopped in speeding out of the driveway. You headed towards your original home.

Happy pulled in Koziks drive way not seeing your Jeep. Kozik behind him. “You told her!” Kozik shrugged a bit. “She needs space Happy.” “No! she does not to get to run from this!” “What like you ran?” Happy hit his helmet with his fist. “That was two years ago!” Kozik rolled his eyes, going into his house. “Yeah, you where together for a long time. You promised her you would never leave.”

#happy #soa #soa imagine #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy imagine #kozik #jax #juice #gemma #luann #chibs

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thehotdagaisgood · 6 years

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They both stared at each other in silence for a moment, sizing each other up. A smile crossed the short man’s face, “Fear sent you?” Tinsley clenched his jaw and nodded silently. He didn’t know anyone actually called him that. “Excellent,” He extended a hand to Tinsley across the table, “Ricky Goldsworth”. The grin on the man’s face was uncomfortable to look at. It stayed static on his face much longer than a smile of that intensity typically would. Something about it made Tinsley cringe. His teeth were white and straight like a military cemetery, yet somehow gave the impression of a shark.

C.C. Tinsley: full time detective, part time unwilling criminal. Ricky Goldsworth: full time criminal. When a serial killer appears in LA, Tinsley’s desperate to find a suspect. That is, if that suspect won’t reveal details of Tinsley’s own crimes.

This is now on ao3 with the next chapter too

ya ive never really written fic before. first chappie under the cut. it’ll be on ao3 eventually . let me know if you like/dislike, i wanna gauge interest.

The man stared stiffly at the board in front of him, string stretched between photos of carnage and newspaper articles. His eyes were dull and glazed, hoping again that an idea would materialize in front of him. He stalked away from the board and collapsed in his desk chair. The gold nameplate on the edge of his desk read, “Detective C.C. Tinsley”.

Somehow it was oppressively hot in the office tonight, custodial must have been turning off the AC at the night in response to budget cuts. Tinsley dragged a palm across his slick face before pouring a drink from a dark bottle that lived in the deepest drawer of his desk. All the other detectives had thankfully left. The detective always craved privacy in times of utter failure.

The scene he and his fellow investigators had arrived upon this morning left a nausea that still lingered in his stomach as the clock struck midnight. They’d found three women bound in a hotel room with stab wounds littered across their bodies, all with their throats roughly slashed.

Tinsley covered his mouth suddenly, the scotch mingling with his memories to threaten the contents of his stomach. He shuddered, glancing back at his mess of an investigation spread across the wood board. The amount of carnage he had encountered on the scene was disturbing—it would have appeared to have been committed by someone the victims knew—a crime of passion. He finished his drink and immediately poured another. That is, if it had been an isolated event.

Angelica Chirhart: 20 years old, blonde, full time college student and a mother. She’d been found the morning of May 2nd on the floor of her studio apartment in a pool of blood. Tinsley brushed his fingers across her crime scene photos for a moment. She’d only been dead for about twelve hours before the LAPD had arrived on the scene. There wasn’t a single fingerprint or stray hair found in the apartment.

Cassidy Lee: May 18th, 31 years old, brunette. Just gazing at the photo of her body again made Tinsley’s chest ache. He hadn’t known her, but she looked far too familiar. That frizzy brown hair and those dark eyes. She’d been strangled and stabbed 18 times in the chest.

Desiree Callahan: June 1st, 27 years old, 36 stab wounds to the chest.

Anise Williams: June 8th, 31, 27 stab wounds.

Janette Mackenzie: June 20th, 21, 40 stab wounds.

Tinsley realized his hands were shaking violently. He drew himself away from the photos plastered on his case board. The killer was stepping up his game by leaving behind three bodies at a single crime scene. There had never been a case prior to this one that made Tinsley feel so helpless, so incompetent. There wasn’t a single forensic clue for him to follow. The only reason his department had been able to deduce it was the work of a serial killer was the relative proximity of the crimes to one another and their similar brutality.

Tinsley felt like if he didn’t have someone that even resembled a suspect within the next two weeks he was going to blow his brains out. Or somebody’s. But probably his own. Between swallowing the last of his second drink and beginning to pour yet another, his phone lit up on his desk. A guttural groan escaped him as he threw his head back. He didn’t even have to check his phone. There’s only one person who would be contacting him at this time.

-where are you

Tinsley’s eyes drooped as another text appeared.

-1485 10th st we need to talk

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“Jesus Christ, Tinsley”.

A bright light suddenly blinded the man as he jerked upwards from his previous slump in his chair. Detective Holly Horsely stood in his office doorway, a disgusted look on her face. Fuck, what time was it? “Oh—I, I must have dozed off for a minute,” Tinsley said, his mouth impossibly dry. Horsely tilted her head, her long brown hair pulled into a tight bun on the top of her head.

“You look like shit”. The detective glanced down at himself, his tie wrapped loosely around his neck and his shirt rumpled and unbuttoned with remnants of his drink staining the front of it. His brown eyes widened in fear as he realized his glass and bottle of booze were still resting on his desk. His eyes flashed to Horsely, filled with deperation, “Holly, I—”. Her face was a combination of disgust and pity. “Please don’t say anything to the chief, Holly”. She sighed heavily and looked at the floor. “Just get the fuck out of here, Tinsley. Go home”. She grabbed the bottle and dumped its remnants down his bathroom sink.

“Right, uh, thanks,” Tinsley breathed as he gathered his suit jacket and phone and quickly left the station. The L.A. sunlight felt like a knife through his head. His hands shook. He only swerved a little as he drove back to his apartment.

Tinsley yelled and pitched his suit coat across his living room. How the fuck did he let that happen? Getting all boozed up and passing out at the station? His bony hands shook as he opened a window and lit a cigarette, feeling like his lungs were about to collapse. The last thing he needed was the chief breathing down his neck. His phone buzzed and his stomach dropped. Fuck. Forgot about that. Tinsley winced around his cigarette as he opened the message.

-tinsley?

-i don’t know who the fuck you think you are

-take a shower

Only the last message had just arrived. Tinsley swallowed heavily and threw his phone down onto this coffee table. He stalked cautiously to his bathroom and peeled back the shower curtain. Sitting atop the drain was a thick envelope with his name written on it. Tinsley scooped it up and immediately tore it open. Was this really necessary?

Tinsley-

I have a job for you.

Go to the bar on 10th around midnight.

There’ll be a man in a red ball cap with further instructions.

Take these, you’ll need them

-F

Inside the envelope was a small page of stick-on mustaches. Tinsley groaned. This had to be a joke.

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Tinsley’s shitty hatchback swerved quickly down the highway. The interior of the car was only lit by the occasional beam of a streetlight. Tinsley pulled a beer from the center console and took a few thick swigs. He pulled off his exit, made a few turns, and pulled into the dingy bar parking lot.

Tinsley itched at his upper lip as he tossed the empty beer bottle into the bushes behind him. Shitty acrylic hair itched back. He felt like an idiot for actually adorning the terrible facial hair that had come in the envelope, but god be damned if he was about to walk into this without some kind of a disguise. He had ditched his usual sloppy edition of a detective’s uniform, instead wearing a loose hoodie he hadn’t looked at in years with some dark jeans. Which, clearly, didn’t mix with the shitty bandit mustache glued to his face.

A bright red ball cap immediately caught his eye from across the bar. Tinsley winced at the blinding scent of sweat, beer, and cheap cologne that struck him as he entered. He kept his head down as he wound through the small crowd of patrons in the bar, praying to god that no one would recognize him. Tinsley slid into the booth opposite the man in the red hat. He was much shorter than himself, with tanned skin and beady eyes that met his own.

Tinsley shook his hand nervously, “B-Banjo McClintock”. Goldsworth smiled wider somehow and narrowed his eyes incredulously at him, “Banjo McClintock, huh?” Really, that was the best he could come up with? Tinsley cursed himself in his head but just stared back at Goldsworth with a blank face.

“If that ain’t the fakest shit I’ve ever heard.” Ricky snickered and finished the drink that sat in front of him. “But I can work with that”. He stood suddenly, grabbing Tinsley’s arm and dragging him from his chair. He was small but, damn, he was pretty strong. He kept his grip on his arm and pulled Tinsley all the way out of the bar. Tinsley, or, Banjo I suppose, recoiled and pulled away from him as soon as they were outside of the door.

“What are we doing?” He asked pointedly at Goldsworth, as the man unlocked and climbed into a sleek black sportscar parked in front of the bar. Tinsley stooped down to look at the man through the window. Goldsworth leaned over the center console and threw open the passenger’s door for him. The uncomfortable grin was back on his face, “We’re stealin’ art baby”.

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Tinsley wasn’t certain what speed Goldsworth was driving at, but it was fast enough to make him nervous. His stomach sloshed slightly, his anxiety making him second guess whether he should have had that beer on the way over. A strange object hanging from the man’s rearview mirror suddenly caught his attention. It was an old necklace; the significant size of the pendant was almost tacky. There was a ruby in the center that was surrounded by other gems, all laid in delicately shaped gold. Tinsley wished for a moment he could steal it—it looked like it would be worth something—move somewhere new and start over.

That decoration wasn’t exactly of the caliber of fuzzy dice. Who the fuck was this guy? Tinsley’s guard was up, and rightfully so. He was uncertain exactly what kind of a person this Goldsworth was. He hoped he was just another bum being forced into this like him, but he may be a real full-blooded criminal. Part of him wondered if he knew the difference anymore.

Goldsworth handed him a sheet of paper without taking his eyes off the road.

“Los Angeles County Museum of Art. They only have one guard on duty at this time of night”. The sheet of paper held the address of the museum and a list of the paintings they were to try and procure. Tinsley swallowed thickly. He had always wondered what prison food tasted like. “I take it you’ve already cased the place?” Tinsley posed, glancing at the layout of the museum on the bottom of the page.

Goldsworth giggled. Tinsley wrinkled his nose. That was an uncomfortable sound to come from grown man. “Yeah—Yeah, I have,” He responded, exiting the highway. “We’ll restrain the guards and then you take the second floor and gather everything you can find that’s on the list”. The car suddenly screeched to a halt, the tires skidding on the pavement. Tinsley just barely caught himself from smashing his head against the dashboard. “What the fuck?” He glanced over and saw the smaller man had already exited the car and was opening the trunk.

With a heavy sigh, Tinsley begrudgingly exited the car and walked back towards the trunk. “Put this on,” Goldsworth pitched a pile of dark clothing at him. Tinsley inspected it for a moment, realizing what it was rather quickly. “Really, cop uniforms?” All he got in response was a shrug from the other man. A dull pain manifested in Tinsley’s chest as he shuffled behind a bush to change into the uniform. He pinned the comically inaccurate badge to his breast pocket.

Glancing down at himself, Tinsley thought he was going to cry. The dark button up and duty belt dragged his mind back to a simpler time. A hot June afternoon in the sun, surrounded by his fellow cadets, the commencement speaker’s voice in his ears. Riding in his old squad, his ex-partner flashing him a shy smile as she radioed back to dispatch. Coffee and donuts at the station. They were no more than fragments of memories of a life lost. Now Tinsley really thought he was going to vomit.

“Christ, are you finished yet?” Tinsley shook his head quickly, trying to shake away his thoughts like a dusty clump of cobwebs. He grazed his fingers along the gun and knife holstered together on his duty belt. “Yeah, let’s do this thing,” he muttered as the two of them started towards the front doors of the museum.

It wasn’t hard to get the guard at the desk to allow their entrance. He was easily intimidated by police officers demanding entry. Or—at least one police officer and one imposter. Once Goldsworth had coaxed the man away from the desk, and undoubtedly the silent alarm, he suddenly cuffed the man’s hands and knocked him to the ground.

“Yo, what the fuck?” The man cried, his head having knocked pretty hard against the wall. Tinsley stared at the man as Goldsworth wrestled rope from his duty belt for the man’s feet. “This is a robbery,” Tinsley said simply, pointing his gun at the man. Goldsworth shot him a glance but Tinsley didn’t look in his direction to see what it was. “Just cooperate and you won’t get hurt”.

“Let’s take ‘im over here,” Goldsworth said, picking the man up by one of his arms. Tinsley holstered his gun and grabbed his other. They shuffled him into a stairwell off the main entrance of the gallery and dropped him unceremoniously onto the floor. Goldsworth and Tinsley met eyes for a moment. Tinsley’s previous apprehension was gone, his face blank of emotion. He found himself numb to what was going on around him. Goldsworth gestured up the stairs, “Alright, go get the shit and be back down here in ten minutes or I’m leaving without you”.

Tinsley took off up the stairs quickly, darting through the gallery in search of the paintings Fear had placed on their “to-steal list”. The lanky man moved on autopilot, but with a sense of certainty. He sliced a Rembrandt from its frame with the blade on his belt, a Picasso, a Monet, another Rembrandt. Before he realized it, he had six paintings or so rolled and in his arms. This was far easier than it should be. He took the stairs down two at a time, passing by the security guard with barely a glance. Goldsworth was already back in the entryway of the gallery, his arms also full of paintings. He flashed him another shark grin and they made a quick exit from the gallery.

With the paintings in the back of Goldsworth’s sports car, they flew down the highway back in the direction of the bar. Ricky screamed suddenly and stomped on the gas of the car even harder, “Exhilarating, isn’t it?” Tinsley’s hands were folded in his lap. He didn’t look at the uncomfortable grin that undoubtedly occupied the other man’s face, staring blankly out the window.

Goldsworth seemed to take the hint that he didn’t feel like talking, as he didn’t say another word until they were back in the now empty parking lot of the bar. As soon as the car had stopped moving, Tinsley tried to open the car door to find it was locked. “Damn, got somewhere to be?” Goldsworth laughed, his head tilted as he gazed at the other man. Tinsley met his gaze only for a second, instead pulling off his button up and grabbing his previously discarded clothes from the footwell of the car.

“It’s been awhile since I’ve had a man undressing in my car”. Tinsley wasn’t even listening to him. He quickly slid his jeans back on and stared sharply at Goldsworth, waiting for him to unlock the door. “Not much of a talker, are ya?” The question came with an uncomfortable grin. Tinsley continued staring blankly. “Well,” Ricky cleared his throat, “It’s been fun, Banjo”. He unlocked the car door and Tinsley immediately climbed out, speed walking towards his own car.

Once back in the safety of his hatchback, Tinsley’s breath came in ragged gasps. His knuckles whitened on his steering wheel as he felt himself start to hyperventilate. His heart felt as if it was about to pound out of his chest as he watched Goldsworth’s car not move from the other side of the parking lot. There wasn’t a chance in hell that Tinsley would leave first, he didn’t want to give anyone the chance to follow him home.

It was likely no more than 15 minutes that the two of them stared at each other from their respective cars, but it felt like hours. Eventually he watched Goldsworth’s car turn back on and slink silently from the parking lot, disappearing onto the dark street. Tinsley’s head hit his steering wheel as he failed to stifle the sobs that erupted from his chest.

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#cc tinsley #ricky goldsworth #fanfic #fic #bfu #tinsley is a semi crooked cop and anxious as hell #this is meant to become something longer so if its kinda confusing thats probably why

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When I Met You | Chapter 3

teamiplier x oc, angst/platonic/romantic

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“It's one of those things people say. 'You can't move on until you let go of the past.' Letting go is the easy part, it's the moving on that's painful.” -Meredith Grey

Despite wearing a clean black blazer under a red button up, Ethan felt underdressed. He probably shouldn’t have worn skinny jeans and Chucks. He looked around at all the movie stars decked out in Gucci or Versace and couldn’t help but feel inadequate. It wasn’t just because they were more expensive and successful than he ever will be, it was also because he was at a movie premiere for a movie he was not in at all. He didn’t even get invited through Maker, he was invited by one of his friends.

No, not Mark. He was invited, yes, but his plus one was always Amy. Oh, and they were definitely more dressed up than Ethan. Mark had on a navy blue suit, and Amy was in a matching navy maxi dress. They were definitely the power couple of the evening, fitting together perfectly.

The friend that did invite Ethan was currently at the barricades, signing things and taking photos with fans. He was in a dapper grey suit, radiating euphoria and happiness and everything Ethan wished he could feel.

That’s how he knew things were still shitty. Ethan was at a fucking movie premiere, all dressed up, hanging out with his friends, and he felt alone. He felt out of place and weird. He almost wanted to go home. What was stopping him from ditching this whole thing?

“Is that Ethan?” called the British friend of his as he made his way back from the barricades. “Oh my god, Ethan Nestor?”

He couldn’t help but smile as he waved at Tom Holland. The two of them approached each other and hugged. A flurry of screams came from the barricades. Apparently, Ethan and Tom’s unexpected friendship was a topic of interest online since the Infinity War premiere last year. No one knew how they met, and any ‘story’ of their friendship had a million and one inconsistencies. It’s not like either of them could say they switched bodies for a period of time. Well, they could, but who would believe it?

“Thanks for coming, man,” Tom told him excitedly. “You alright? Who are you here with? Where’s-”

“Hey, man!” Mark made his entrance at the perfect time. He shook Tom’s hand, distracting him from finishing that question.

They, along with Amy, chatted for a bit. Ethan stood among them, feeling even more out of place. He knew that Tom didn’t know what happened, but Ethan still felt a pit of annoyance in his chest over what he was about to ask. He had feelings, feelings that were dialed up to eleven these days.

“So is Bella here, too?” Tom finally asked. He looked around as if he was trying to spot her bright pink hair in the crowd.

“She’s out of town,” Amy answered without hesitating. Wasn’t a lie, but the way she deadpanned gave off the vibe that things weren’t okay.

“We should be getting into the theatre,” Mark said, taking his girlfriend’s hand. “Ethan, come on.”

The couple started walking up the carpet, but Ethan remained where he stood in front of Tom, who looked confused at the sudden change in atmosphere. He might as well drop the bomb for the thousandth time.

“We broke up. Well, I broke up with her, and she uh, she skipped town.”

The excitement disappeared from Tom’s face. “Shit. I’m sorry. Wait, what do you mean she skipped town?”

Ethan shrugged. “She’s been gone for a couple of months now and we don’t know where she went. But she’s talking to our - my, her... friends, so she’s definitely alive.”

Tom was shocked by this. He had plenty of questions, Ethan could tell. But instead, Tom put his arm around Ethan’s shoulders and led him down the carpet. “I know just what you need, mate…”

The movie was… an adventure. Definitely got Ethan’s mind off of things. But that wasn’t where the night began.

“Alright, mate. Come with me.”

Ethan lost Mark and Amy on the way out of the theatre. He felt Tom’s hand on his back as he ushered him through the crowd, almost like he was in a hurry. Ethan pulled his phone out as he walked out into the night, wanting to text his companions. Might as well let someone know where he goes before his inevitable death.

He just had a feeling about tonight. He had no idea what kinds of things Tom got down to when he wasn’t… being a superstar. Over the last few months, the two had been texting on and off, talking about making plans but never going through with them because of distance and schedules. Tonight, though, the plan was set.

Next thing he knew, Ethan was being led into a giant SUV by a security guard. Tom climbed in after him into the middle seat, followed by his friend Harrison. Ethan remembered him, he remembered those strange twelve days, he just couldn’t say that out loud for obvious reasons. For a second, the three of them sat in the backseat, Tom and Ethan were typing on their phones, completely oblivious.

“Mate, who’s this?” Harrison asked after a moment, leaning over to peer at Ethan.

Tom looked up suddenly. Apparently, he hadn’t forgotten the switch either. “Oh, sorry. This is Ethan, the friend I’ve told you about.”

“Hey,” greeted Ethan as he held his hand out.

Harrison clasped his hand with a smile. “Nice to finally meet you. You hanging out with us, then?”

“Oh yeah, Ethan needs a night out,” Tom said. “And we're gonna give him the best night.”

The best night turned out to be a night Ethan could not entirely remember the following day. He had a fuzzy memory of some exclusive after party and really good liquor. Next thing he knew, he was hungover in a hotel room. He was relieved that he had woken up fully clothed, apart from the blazer, and that he still had his wallet and phone.

Apart from the worried texts from Mark, Amy, and Kathryn, there was a new text from Tom.

“Hey! Sorry I had to leave you behind, we had a flight to catch. Don't worry about the room, it's on me. Last night was really fun! We need to get together more often. Text me if you're ever in London✌”

Ethan replied with, “You really know a good time dude. Let's do it again sometime! And please, let me pay you back for the hotel. You really didn't have to get me a room lol"

Then he got up and grabbed his blazer that was hanging on the chair across the room. While he had little recollection of what had happened last night, Ethan was glad to have forgotten about the bad stuff for a while. In fact, he wanted to keep forgetting the bad stuff. Sure, it was easy for him to get distracted, but last night was the first time he’s genuinely had fun in a while. The sad feelings weren’t sitting in the back of his head this time, it was like they were permanently gone.

How could he feel like that again?

Cinco de Mayo.

When you leave someone, you spend a good amount of time wondering if you made the right decision. A lot of the time, you feel really, really guilty for hurting the other person. You start to feel ashamed that they weren't doing it for you anymore, and you wonder if you should have made a sacrifice to keep them happy. But to do that, you made yourself unhappy, so you leave, and that makes you the bad guy.

Ethan had plenty of things to keep himself busy, especially today. He threw himself into making videos, and he streamed for five hours right after recording. At least now he didn't have to decide between streaming and spending time with another person. But there also wasn't anyone to remind him to drink water… or to bring him food while he edited.

It frustrated Ethan that he remembered certain dates when he didn’t want to. He remembered Bella’s birthday, and he knew how old she was turning. He remembered the year before when they stayed at his, ordered takeout, and watched La La Land. He remembered when she pulled him off the couch and danced with him when each song came on.

Now he was alone and thinking about what Bella could be doing now. If he knew who she was with he could probably guess. But he was cut off completely, and he wasn’t sure how much more he could take.

Ethan lived with Kathryn now, so he wasn't stuck in a sad, empty apartment. He was only sad and empty way deep down, and it would only come out when he deliberately listened to Little Mix, or Dodie’s ‘Intertwined.’ Or when he drove past a Sephora. Or when he looked through Bella’s tag on Tumblr. Or now, when he was just thinking about her.

Bella was the first girl to really understand Ethan as a whole. She put up with his bullshit, she put every bit of herself into the relationship. She always understood why Ethan couldn't spend every single moment with her, or why he couldn't always answer her texts. She traveled with him everywhere even if it terrified her. She supported him. She took care of him, she loved him.

Ethan didn't plan on getting into another relationship (the Tinder app on his phone said otherwise), but if he did, would he ever find someone like Bella? Would he ever love someone like he loved her?

It was even worse that the community didn't know what was going on. They all thought that everything was okay, that Ethan and Bella were still together. Although, some people did notice that they were no longer following each other on social media, so there was some speculation. Ethan wasn't even ready to to public with the truth. That was something he had to talk about with Bella, and she was nowhere to be found. Not even on social media.

Besides, making it public felt so final. That once it was out there, it would really make it official. He wouldn't be able to take it back.

And he really wanted to take it back.

Ethan sighed and pulled out his phone. He went to a group chat and sent a message:

“Cinco de Drinko anyone?”

@ariamercer: we here, we queer, and one of us is drunk on karaoke

It was a candid photo of three women singing into a microphone at a bar.

On the left was dance vlogger Aria Mercer, who was much shorter than her two companions. She was in a tight, sleeveless black dress and her curly hair sprung out everywhere. Her face was caught mid-blink, so she looked as intoxicated as she actually was.

On the right was a tall, brown woman with black shoulder length hair. She was caught mid-singing and pointing at something out of frame. She had on a David Bowie t-shirt under white, unfastened overalls, and a red backwards hat. Probably a non-YouTube friend.

In the middle was Bella, except her hair was different. She had short, sideswept bangs across her forehead, and the length of her hair was just past her shoulders. The absence of bright pink made her almost unrecognizable. So did the wide smile on her face as she held the microphone. She wore a black floral crop top and leather leggings; Her fashion sense hadn’t changed.

The photo was deleted an hour after it was posted.

@bellasanti: “let’s see… im one (1) year and one (1) day older and dyeing my hair has become a bit Too Much lately, so I chopped it off and left myself with one (1) pink stripe 💖”

With all of her hair pushed to one side, a single fuschia highlight on the underside of Bella's hair could be seen.

That was the topic of interest in Ethan's stream that afternoon. He saw the picture in his tag on Tumblr, because he was still blocked from her social media. It was the first time he saw her face in a long while. It just showed how much time had passed since they broke up. She looked very pretty, and it made him very sad. He thought he was okay until he saw her face.

“Yeah, she looks… good,” he said shortly in response to one of the many comments. Then he read the first non-Bella related comment to change the subject. “Peen 2? Working on it. Trying to find some sweet, sweet jazz…”

He couldn't really blame her for blocking him… but the creepy stalker side of him was upset that he couldn't see what she was up to. That same side was also pleased that people in the community reposted Bella's tweets and Instagram posts all over. Surely if something huge happened with her, more people would talk about it and he would have heard about it through their mutual friends.

After ending the stream, Ethan went back to his room. He made an excuse about editing videos and making thumbnails, but he was actually hungover and it was getting to him.

He fell onto his bed and rested his eyes for a moment. Then, he remembered another thing he didn’t want to remember. Ethan rolled off the bed and went into the closet, looking down at the white makeup box sitting against the wall. It followed him here during the move, and that was because he hadn't even opened it yet.

He took the box and then went to sit on the bed, placing it next to him. His heart was racing and sinking at the same time as he finally opened it up.

At first glance, it looked like a box of junk. Well, now it kind of was, despite the blow it gave to Ethan's chest.

The hula girl from Bella's car was at the top of the pile. Ethan had forgotten that he gave that to her. There were badges from past PAX’s, all of which she attended for Ethan. There was a Polaroid of the two of them at Bella’s booth at Generation Beauty, which he had attended for her.

There was a VIP badge to the Avengers: Infinity War premiere that they went to last year, along with a printed picture of the two of them on the red carpet. Bella must have cherished their matching black and white attire with her entire heart if this photo found its way into the box.

The bisexual pride flag was the biggest blow of them all. Bella took it down, her first item to express her pride, all because Ethan was the one to give it to her. He felt like the wind was getting knocked out of him.

Underneath the folded flag were two movie stubs. Ethan pursed his lips the way he did when he was trying not to cry. He picked up the tickets, reading the faded ink even though he remembered the only 2 movies he saw with Bella in theatres: La La Land and Spider-Man: Homecoming. Both of those days were special, Ethan just didn't really remember them until now, when it was too late.

Fuck.

Bella’s heart was in her throat. Her hand clutched Jimena’s tightly as she stared at the sign in front of the buildings. Aria was standing behind them, taking pictures to be posted later.

Today was dedicated to visiting locations Bella hadn’t been to in a very long time. It was supposed to be therapeutic. Earlier, the three women visited their old high school. Classes were not in session due to summer, and they couldn’t find a way to sneak in. It was emotional for Aria for her own reasons. Now, Bella was feeling emotional staring at her childhood home, the Gallery Apartments.

“Do you remember which apartment?” Jimena asked gently.

“Three twenty seven,” she replied. She hadn’t thought about that place in years, but the number was drilled into her.

Memory after memory hit Bella just from looking at the sign. She remembered her older cousins trying to climb on top of the sign to sit on it. She remembered her uncles sitting on the brick fence, drinking and chatting with each other. She played in the parking lot with her cousins when they came over. It was like remembering a completely different person.

Next thing she knew, Bella was being led towards one of the buildings. Jimena and Aria were on either side of her, ready to catch her if she spiraled.

“You’re sure they don’t live here anymore, right?” she asked.

“Oh yeah. My mom helped them pack,” Jimena swiftly answered as they approached the stairs.

Bella hadn’t walked up or down these stairs since she decided to leave this place. She also remembered the time she was nine years old and missed the bottom step, causing her to fall and scrape her knees. Her mother’s response? No, not that “sana, sana, colita de rana” crap. Little nine year old Bella cried on the bottom step, and from the apartment, she heard, “Eso es lo que pasa por ser pendeja!” Somehow, that followed Bella into adulthood, and she had used that line on her friends several times.

“Let me go alone,” she told her friends.

“You sure?” Aria asked.

“Yeah. I just… I have to do it alone.”

“We’ll be here,” Jimena reassured.

Bella felt like she was eighteen again. She felt like she was about to march into her parents’ home and… do what? Last time she climbed these steps, she had a boyfriend waiting for her in his car on the curb. All her stuff was packed into two boxes, waiting to be taken out of her room. Her parents were planning on sending her somewhere else, so she had to make a quick plan.

It was the fastest she ever got something done. In less than two weeks, Bella had gotten a job, found a studio apartment with her boyfriend, and packed everything she needed all while hiding out either at school or at Jimena’s house. By the time she had turned eighteen, Bella was ready to leave apartment 327 and start over from scratch.

That’s what this whole trip felt like. Bad things had happened, so she worked quickly to find a place to stay, pack up, and leave. She just hadn’t thought of who she was leaving behind this time. She made a note to call one of her LA friends later.

She saw the muted green door when she was at the top of the staircase. The numbers were gold and dusty, like no one had lived there in years. Maybe her parents were the last to live there. She didn’t want to get any closer, partly because it was too haunting and partly because she did not know if there were any occupants in that apartment.

She wasn’t sure how long she stood there for, but she when she turned around to go back down the stairs, she heard the door open.

For a second, Bella’s blood ran cold. For a fleeting moment, she was a sixteen year old girl about to face more backlash from her parents. She froze in her spot, eyes wide, heart rate skyrocketing.

“Can I help you with something?” asked a gruff, husky voice.

Didn’t sound like anyone she recognized. Bella unclenched. She breathed out slowly, making eye contact with her companions downstairs, and then she faced the man.

He was tall, round, and had a beard. He was in a tank top and Star Wars pajama bottoms. Clearly not expecting company.

“I’m sorry,” Bella began. “I just… ah, it’s stupid. I used to live here in this apartment. I was just…” She looked down, not knowing how to explain herself. “I’m sorry, I’ll leave.”

“You famous or something?” the man asked, completely disregarding her words. “You look familiar.”

Usually, if Bella runs into a viewer or anyone who might recognize her from YouTube, she puts on a nice face. Today… today was weird, and she was not in the mood to be a YouTuber.

“I’m nobody,” she told the man. “I’m just a weirdo looking at the abusive home she used to live in. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

“No, I’m sure my daughter would know you,” the man said, not wanting to let go of the subject. “Hang on.”

When he ducked his head back into the apartment, Bella turned on her heel and sprinted down the stairs. Jimena and Aria were quick to follow. The three of them ran back out the curb and piled into Bella’s car.

“Okay, time for a meeting,” she said as she started the engine.

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#crankgameplays x oc #ethan nestor x reader #teamiplier x oc #jacksepticeye x oc #sweetheart writes #wimy fic #ooooooooooooooooooooooooo its been a while soz #im getting back into the swing of things #slowly but surely im falling in love with ethan again lulz #also look who made a Special Appearance #he will be Important trust me #and no one cares abt this anymore lmao #not that anyone did in the first place lulz #ok time for work

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