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cowgurrrl · 1 year

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Kiwi

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader

Author’s note: as I was writing this, I proclaimed in the most southern accent, “now we’re cookin’ with peanut oil!” so do that with that

Summary: Joel goes home for a month. You stay in California to work. What could possibly go wrong? [3.8k]

Warnings: HEAVILY implied casting couch culture, brief allusion to creepy Hollywood producers, yearning, I can’t think of anything else!!

Boarding my flight now.

Thanks for letting me know?

Well, I texted my mama to let her know, and she told me to text "that girlfriend of mine."

Doesn't sound like she's a huge fan.

She'll live.

You like the message and go to put your phone away when it buzzes again.

Is it weird that I kinda miss talking to you?

You smile and ignore your name being called over the intercom for another beat.

There are a lot of weird things about you, Joel Miller, but that one feels the most normal.

Text me when you land in Austin. Tell your mom I said hi.

You tuck your phone away, fighting the stupid smile on your face, and look up to see a pissed-off PA walking towards you. You apologize and half jog to the sound stage where Ryan is waiting.

"The perfect punctual queen is late for once? Is the world going to shit?" He asks, and you slap his arm.

"People are allowed to be late."

"Does your lateness have anything to do with your boy toy?"

"Are you ever gonna call him by his name?" You ask. He senses that you're stalling his question and take a deep breath. "Joel is flying home to Texas today to visit family and get some work done. He'll be gone for a month."

"Oh, how will you ever survive?" He pouts, and you give him a look. The director calling for places stops you from responding, but you threaten him with the promise of picking up the conversation later.

You don't ever get to tell him off for suggesting that you can't live without Joel being in the same state because of how late shooting goes. It might've been exhaustion, but you swore that you saw the sun starting to rise over the horizon by the time you finally got to leave. You knocked out a good chunk of the scenes you were still working on, which is great news, but you were mentally and physically drained. You slept most of the next day and missed Joel's messages from one whole time zone away.

Landed.

Jesus Christ, I forgot how hot it is here.

My mama told me to ask you if you go to church since she doesn't believe me.

Attached: Two photos

You laugh as you sleepily scroll through his texts when you wake up mid-afternoon, feeling a little bit better from your long night. One of the pictures he sent is of him sitting in the cab of an old truck with the caption, "This was my first car. I can't convince my dad to sell the damn thing." The second is a blurry photo of a blue-looking weed on the side of the road surrounded by what looks like thousands of other blue weeds. "Turns out the state flower will literally grow anywhere besides in a pot in my house."

A) I'm glad you made it in safely. B) Isn't Texas the armpit of the South? C) I don't go to church, and I never have, but please feel free to lie to her. D) I can imagine a young, emo Joel Miller driving it now.

He reads your messages almost as soon as they deliver, and your screen lights up with his initials as he calls you. You yawn as you pick up and hear chatter in the background of wherever he is.

"First of all," he starts in a determined tone. "Texas ain't the armpit of the South. That's South Carolina." He says. He hasn't even been in Texas for forty-eight hours, and his accent is already thick again.

"My mistake," you laugh. "Did you have another point, or was that it?"

"Second of all, why d'you sound so tired?"

"Obviously, I was out partying with strange men all night."

"Really?" He asks, and you scoff.

"No, Joel. Filming went really late yesterday. I don't think I got home until six this morning."

"Sounds intense."

"Not as intense as being interrogated by your mother," you say, and he hums. You hear someone laughing in the background and relish in the joy that you're not there to witness. He doesn't say anything for a minute, and you wonder if the line dropped, but when you pull the phone away from your face, you see the call is still active. "You really miss me so much that you called me just to sit on the line?"

"Maybe I did." He says. You take a deep breath and glance at the clock on your bedside table. He's two hours ahead. The sun must be setting by now, casting gorgeous rays onto his skin and making his eyes look amber. You wonder what Texas air does to Joel's soul. Maybe it soothes him like only an old baby blanket can. Maybe it makes him jumpy, like he's waiting for a clap of thunder that never comes. Maybe it makes him wonder why he left in the first place. You wish you could be there to read his expression and try to decipher what he's thinking. Someone calls Joel's name in the background, and you hear him shuffle with the phone, probably covering the microphone with his hand because the voices become muffled. When the phone comes back to his ear, he takes a deep breath, and you do the same. "I gotta go. Can I call you tomorrow?" He asks.

"I'm counting on it, Miller." You say, and he laughs before mumbling a good night and hanging up the phone.

After that, it becomes a habit for Joel to call you every day from Texas. He'll tell you different stories about his parents, how Austin has changed since he left, and update you on how the newest album is coming. He listens to you rant about work, how tired you are, and how frustrated you always get toward the end of a project. Sometimes the conversations last ten minutes, and sometimes they last hours. One night, you fell asleep on the phone with him because he was trying to get your opinion on a new song, but you had spent the day filming the scene of your character giving birth, which was tiring in its own right. He doesn't chide you for it. He just sends you a goodnight text and promises to call you the following night.

You hate to admit it, but production speeds up with Joel out of town. You end up wrapping your scenes a week early while Ryan still has another couple of days of filming his scenes. You'll probably get called back in for reshoots in a few months, but you feel really good about the work you put out there, and you finally get the chance to rest before Melanie sends you more scripts to read over. You send Joel a photo of your open laptop and a glass of wine next to it as the California sun sets over your balcony.

Wrap parties are looking different as I get older.

Don't worry. I'm sure you'll still be a drunk, no matter how old.

Asshole.

Lashing out is the first sign of a bigger problem. I think I should call Melanie.

You laugh and search for the middle finger emoji when he sends you another text.

Paul got me on the list for some charity event this Saturday. Want to come with me? He said it'd probably be better to get some more dates in sooner rather than later.

The reminder that this is all fake shifts your entire mood. Of course, it's always lingering in your mind, but the texting didn't feel fake. The late-night calls didn't feel fake. He didn't feel fake. In fact, this is the first time you feel like you have a sliver of an idea as to who Joel Miller actually is when he isn't selling out world tours and recording platinum albums. It's stupid for you to feel this way. You have no reason to. No right. You take a deep breath and type out a message.

Sure.

On Friday, you drive to the airport to pick Joel up, creating an over-the-top scene of you running and jumping into his arms. His hat falls off his head and onto the ground as he catches you and kisses you sweetly. When he sets you back on the ground, he doesn't let you go right away. He lingers in your arms, and even though your feelings are still hurt and you're still trying to remind yourself that this is all fake, you let him. He smells like a detergent you don't recognize, but underneath that, you catch a whiff of the cologne he always wears. You rub his back as you hold him in the middle of the airport.

"'S really good to see your face," he says into your neck, and you nod.

"You too."

As you drive him home, he brings you up to speed on how the album is coming along and how different Texas was when he was there. You tell him about the last few days on set and an upcoming press junket in New York City. He lights up when you tell him the dates as you maneuver through LA traffic.

"I'm scheduled to go to New York to work with my sound mixer that same time. He's got his own studio out there now and knows more about it than I do," he says. "Maybe we can fly together? Make it look like a couple's trip?"

"Sure," you say. He furrows his eyebrows at your lack of excitement, and you scramble for something else to talk about. "How are your parents?" You ask. The rest of the ride to his house goes off without a hitch, and he kisses you again as he gets out of the car, both of you highly aware of the car full of paparazzi that's been tailing you since you left the airport. He promises to pick you up at five the following night, and you just nod. When you get home, you walk calmly into your house, lock the door, and scream.

Joel's hand is in yours as you wait for your turn to walk the carpet. You're not sure why there's a red carpet at a charity event, but you're not about to throw a fit about it. Joel is wearing a sleek black suit, and you're matching with a long black dress. It's a low-cut backless dress, and a sparkly necklace your stylist picked out rests against your sternum. Joel taps your hand, and you look at him.

"You okay?" He asks. He looks worried as he steps between you and the wall of photographers waiting for you to stand and pose perfectly for their photos. "You've been quiet the past few days."

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired. I think I'm still recovering from that last week of filming."

"Are you sure you're not gettin' sick?" He asks, raising his other hand to your cheeks like he's checking your temperature. You smile half-heartedly and swat his hand away.

"I'm sure," you say. He tries to say more, but someone with a clipboard gets your attention and asks if you're ready. You nod and step onto the carpet, holding Joel's hand. The press erupts into a cloud of noise, startling you and making Joel laugh. You slap his chest and plaster on your rehearsed smile. You do your best to look where all the photographers are yelling at you to look and try different poses so they can get what they need. Everyone has to make a living, you suppose. You just wish their salary wasn't at the expense of your privacy.

You get halfway down the carpet, taking pictures as a couple and some solo shots, before one of the photographers yells a new command. "Can we get a kiss?" He shouts. You pretend not to hear him and show off how the dress dips down your back, hugging you in all the right places. Still, the photographer is demanding a kiss, and now others have joined in too. It feels very "dance, monkey, dance," but you do your best to grit your teeth and smile. You catch Joel staring at you when you turn. It could be the flashing bulbs of cameras or how he's looking at you, but his eyes are sparkling, and the creases in the corners make you melt just a little.

You hold out your hand for him to join you, which he happily obliges, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close enough for him to kiss your temple. "You alright?" He asks against your skin as you rest a hand on his chest and look up at him. You nod and glance between his eyes and his lips. The chorus of people practically begging for a picture of you two kissing is growing, and you raise your eyebrows at him.

"You gonna keep them waiting, or are you gonna kiss me?" You ask, the playful lilt reserved for him returning to your voice. He gives you a look and smirks before leaning down a pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. Everyone ooh's and aw's at you two, but you only care about how fast his heartbeat is against your palm. You want to blame it on the anxiety of walking the carpet and having people scream at you to do whatever they want. No, you have to blame it on that. There's no other option.

When you finally get inside, Joel gets you a glass of wine and a mixed drink for himself. The event is sweet and goes by quickly as you listen to people talk about something they're so passionate about. You decide to donate some money under an anonymous name once you are all excused to the reception, where there's food, more alcohol, and dancing. Joel leaves your side to catch up with some musician buddies, kissing your cheek before disappearing into the crowd.

You nurse your wine as people you've never met start conversations with you. They're all polite and ask about your newest project, how LA's been treating you, and what's up next for you. You can't reveal much due to the NDA you signed at the beginning of shooting, but you tell them how excited you are for them to be able to see it and admit you've got some auditions lined up in the coming weeks. You've probably given the same answers to a handful of different people when you realize you're out of wine and Joel is still missing. You scan the room for him, but you can't find him. That's fine, you think. It's not like he's obligated to stick to my side at all times. He can have his own life.

You sigh as you belly up to the bar and order another glass of wine. You almost make it a double when someone taps your arm, making you turn. "I don't mean to interrupt, but you look exquisite tonight. I just thought you should know," ultra-famous producer Richard Pike tells you. You blink at him, your brain struggling to catch up with the fact that one of the men who's made the most award-winning films in the past twenty years just noticed you. "I know everyone has probably told you that tonight, but-"

"Oh, no. Thank you. I'm sorry. I was just a little starstruck right then," you apologize before holding your hand out to introduce yourself. He takes your hand and kisses the top of it. It's very dramatic, but this is Hollywood we're talking about. Your glass of wine arrives, and he pays the bartender before you can even reach for your purse.

"Women as gorgeous as you should never have to pay for a drink. Ever." He says, and you laugh.

"I mean, I won't argue with you on that," you say, taking your glass in your hand to clink it against his glass of scotch. "Thank you, Mr. Pike."

"Please, call me Richard," he insists. "You just finished another movie, didn't you? You're a very busy girl."

"Yes, sir. I'm already looking for new projects to audition for."

"Oh, I remember when I had actors audition. See, that was before I started writing roles for specific actors. Some people call that crude or playing favorites, but it hasn't failed me yet."

"No, sir, it hasn't."

"So formal! Yes, sir! No, sir! Are you like this with everyone?" He asks as he takes a big swig of his drink.

"Just people who can cast me," you say. You're partially joking, but it's enough for him. He laughs, and his hand lands perfectly on your exposed back as he cackles loudly. You force yourself to laugh along with him and suddenly get that sinking feeling in your chest. Everybody seems to strategically look away from you two at the bar, and you want to be anywhere but here.

"You know, I've seen a few of your movies," he says, getting close to your face like he's telling you a secret. "I think you've got a lot of potential. With just a little coaching and one great role," his hand dips lower down your back, and you freeze. Ice water runs through your veins, and everything is screaming at you to run away, but your heels stay planted against the expensive hardwood. "We'll make an Oscar winner of you yet."

"Excuse me," a familiar drawl says behind you. You both turn and make eye contact with Joel. "May I steal my girlfriend for a dance? I promised her one on the way over." He asks, but he's already wrapping an arm around your waist, ready to pull you away. The hand on your back disappears and claps Joel on the shoulder.

"Of course! You take good care of this one!"

"Yes, sir," Joel says as he pulls you to the dance floor. Your heart is still beating in your throat, and you feel like you could cry, but Joel's looking at you with such kindness. You find safety in him as you wrap your arms around his neck and slowly sway with him, the soft material of his dress shirt calming you down. He waits until Pike is out of earshot to lean down to talk in your ear. "Now, I know you don't need me savin' you like that. Are you sure you're okay?"

"He's one of the biggest producers in Hollywood. He could tank my career in a single email. You want to be the one to yell at him?" You ask. "If I said or did something, he would've doubled down, but he respects you more. He backed off because, in his mind, I belong to you."

"How do you know?"

"I've dealt with people like him before. They're all the same old men who think they can offer you a legacy on a silver platter if you fuck them. I've gotten enough advice from other actors to know how to handle them. Let them get touchy but find an out before it can go too far. Stroke their egos so they feel good about themselves. Basically, do whatever to keep you and your career safe."

"I thought stuff like that didn't happen anymore."

"You and everyone else in the world. Things don't just magically change because one guy goes to jail." You sigh.

"I'm sorry," he says, and you shake your head.

"It's fine."

"No, it's not. You shouldn't have to deal with that."

"It was one of the first things people told me when I started. They said it was something I might just have to… endure but that the weight would get easier to carry. One actress even told me that it was the price we have to pay because everyone wants to be us," you chuckle. He doesn't interrupt you; he just stares at you with apologetic eyes like he would take this burden from you if he could. You almost believe him. "I don't think that's true. I think most people would hand this lifestyle in the second it got too real."

"What would you do if you weren't an actor?" He asks, and you shrug.

"I always thought about being a teacher. Sure, the pay is shit, and the work is thankless, but kids are our future, you know? There's something really special about shaping young minds."

"Sounds nice."

"What about you? What would you do if you weren't doing this?"

"Probably something with my hands. I worked as a mechanic for a while, and I really liked that. I liked how it was a big puzzle that needed to get sorted out and fixed up."

"Why'd you stop?" You ask.

"I needed to grow up. My dad owned a contracting company, so I worked with him until I saved up enough to record my first album. And that was that."

"It's crazy how we fought so hard to get to where we are, and now that we're here, it's..." You trail off, trying to figure out what you want to say.

"Terrifying?" He suggests, and you nod. "Yeah, I'm terrified every second of every day."

"You don't act like it."

"I don't act like a lot of things that I should," he says. He stares at you so intently that the rest of the world fades away. You don't hear the song die down or the applause erupt around you as the band takes a bow. You can feel his heartbeat against your chest. You know how crazed it is. He wets his lips before stepping back and trailing his eyes down your dress and back up to your face like he's taking you in for the first time. "You really do look beautiful tonight." You swallow around the lump in your throat and smooth your hands down your dress, suddenly self-conscious.

"Thank you." You mumble.

Pictures of you two kissing on the carpet and dancing inside are circulating online before you even leave the event. You wake up to a huge batch of texts— one from your mom, two from Joel, six from Ryan, and one from Melanie about your trip to New York that you barely read. You would've stayed in bed wallowing in your own bad luck if there wasn't a sharp knock on your door. You groan the whole way down the stairs like it will help you greet whoever has decided to show up at your house at eight in the morning, but nobody's there when you open the door.

Instead, a bouquet of flowers in a lovely vase sits on your mat with a note sticking out. You glance down your street and barely catch a delivery truck turning down the block. You carefully take the flowers into your kitchen before plucking the note between the petals.

Pretty flowers for a pretty girl - JM

(PS bought these of my own volition)

"Goddammit," you mutter under your breath as you think about his lips on yours, his soft shirt, and his stupid fucking, "I don't act like a lot of things I should."

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the-fiction-witch · 2 months

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Red Head

Media The Queens Gambit

Character Benny Watts

Couple Benny X Reader (Red Head) & Benny X Beth

Rating Flirty (Mild Smut Implications)

I sat at my table in my apartment hoping my wicked little plan was going to work as I intended. Across my apartment Beth sat sorting her suitcase for the four days she'd be here between the Ohio tournament and Paris, she had intended to get a hotel but I offered my living room to her. It wasn't the case I was feeling nice I did have a point to doing so, I was trying to Coax Y/n over as I know she can be a little... jealous. So as soon as she finds out I have a lady here she'll be over which is really what I want. I miss Y/n so so much, I knew I missed her the moment I got back through the basement door, as all I wanted was to see her sweet Y/E/C eyes and cute red curls. To wrap my arms around her waist and give her a billion kisses. I miss her so badly, but I knew why we were apart. We were young and in love so happy and excited and then... things happened, and I knocked her up. It made our relationship very strained even if we both still loved each other so deeply that we needed time apart she moved out about six months into her pregnancy and I had been visiting her as much as I could. Once our little angel was born we agreed to spend as much time as could to see our sweet girl as much as possible. I had to work still so I'd been off on tournaments and championships so I hadn't seen Y/n or our daughter for almost two months! That's like half her little life I've missed! But now I'm home... the only thing I want is Y/n and my daughter back in my arms where they belong, forever this time. But... if it doesn't work... I have Beth. which will do I guess I know I should think better about Beth, she is nice I guess but honestly... I'd trade the world to have Y/n and Ila back.

Maybe if Y/n sees me with another lady she might get jealous and realize how much she misses me too. I can hope!

I sat not paying much attention to Beth and her business, and I perked up as the phone rang. So I cleared my throat and picked up the phone,

"Hello?"

"Hi Watts," her sweet voice comes through the phone,

I knew her call was coming it's like she has a sixth sense, for this type of stuff. So I smiled and replied, "Hello Y/n,"

"I need a favour,"

"Oh? enlighten me?"

"Sitter cancelled and I have a double shift today so can I-"

"Don't even sweat it, ohh actually give me a sec," I told her playfully, I moved the phone but made sure it was close enough Y/n would still hear me, "Beth?" I asked,

"Yes?" she asked looking up to me,

"you alright with my daughter coming to stay for the night?"

"Ohh... uhh yeah sure," she shrugged,

"Good," I nodded before I returned to the phone, "Yeah no problem bring her by and I'll look after her,"

"You sure if you have a visitor?"

"I'm sure, bring her over. I'll see you soon,"

"Alright see you soon,"

I hung up the phone,

"How old is your daughter?" Beth asked,

"She's four months," I smiled,

"ohh, still a baby," she said a little nervous, "Never been around babies,"

"Awww Ila is a beautiful well behaved little angel," I smiled,

"Ila?"

"Ila. Ila Watts. She's perfect,"

"I never imagined you... as a dad?"

"Well, it happens," I shrug, "And... I don't know, I think I'm kinda... made to be a dad,"

It wasn't long until the door knocked so I fixed my hair and ran to the door opening it up to let her in. Y/n stood beyond my door, in her little white sneakers, her flesh-tone stockings, her little white dress with her cardigan and bag over her shoulder, her sweet red hair in little curls around her shoulders, her sweet Y/E/C eyes and freckles across her face. And in her arms! the sweetest little baby ever! her cute little pale skin and freckles and Y/E/C eyes just like her mother but she had my hair and my nose Y/n had dressed her in a cute little purple dress with little pink butterflies and put her blonde hair in a braid,

"Awwww hello, my sweet little love! My beautiful little Ila," I cooed taking her to pull her to my chest and give her all the cuddles and kisses I'd be saving for her since I saw her last,

"Hello Benny," Y/n playfully rolled her eyes,

"Hello Y/n," I blushed giving her cheek a kiss praying she would return it and she did which turned my cheeks red,

We both came in Y/n put Ila's bag on the table as I carried Ila on my hip giving her lots of kisses which made her giggle,

"You saw her three weeks ago," Y/n laughed,

"Yeah that's three weeks," I chuckled, "You are getting so big now," I cooed,

"I take it this is the Beth Harmon I have read about," Y/n turned her attention to Beth the two coming almost squaring each other up,

"You must be Y/n Watts," Beth offered her hand,

Y/n chuckled, "Just Y/n," she said shaking her hand,

"Ohh... sorry I-"

"It's fine,"

"You two aren't then..."

"No, no... we took time apart just before Ila was born,"

"Yeah, but we share looking after this little lady," I cooed,

"Her milk's in her bag, her little bear is in the bag, of course, I'll be back at six," Y/n explained,

"I know, have a good shift, Y/n," I smiled,

"I will have fun Ila sweetheart," she kissed Ila, "Nice to meet you, Beth," She said giving her a wave before she headed out of the apartment and off to work,

"She's nice," Beth nodded,

"Yeah she's lovely," I nodded trying not to blush,

"Can I hold her?" Beth asked looking at Ila,

"Aww of course," I cooed, "Ila Watts, this is Beth Harmon." I smiled, "Beth this is Ila,"

"Hello," Beth did her best to smile but Ila wasn't overly bothered about her,

"Just put your hand under her butt, and under her head there you go," I smiled as I handed Ila over to Beth, she seemed unsure but smiled at little Ila,

"Awww she's so cute,"

"She is isn't she, the most beautiful girl in the world," I cooed,

But Ila began to squirm and cry,

"Ohh what did I do?"

"Awww come here little lovely lady, come to daddy," I took Ila back and she happily calmed down,

"Sorry..."

"It's alright she just probably wanted a cuddle with Daddy," I smiled,

I finished feeding Ila her bottle and began to bounce her on my shoulder to burp her,

"You're really good with her," Beth smiled as she sat on the airbed,

"Thanks," I smiled as I finally burped Ila so I laid her in the crib,

"You look... really handsome with a baby,"

"I do?" I raised an eyebrow as I sat down with her and we each had a drink,

"Yeah," she smiled, "it's really cute how good you are with her,"

"Thanks," I blushed a little,

"So..." she smiled moving a little closer and brushing her fingers through my hair, "I notice, Y/n and I do have something in common?"

"Ohh?"

"You got a thing for redheads Benny?"

"...Maybe,"

"Well your little angel's sleeping soundly and she's not getting picked up till tomorrow right?"

"...Yeah, true," I smirked a little,

"Shall we?" She encouraged,

I thought about it for a while, I couldn't not think about Y/n but admittedly... Y/n has been gone for a while now, and maybe it would be better for me to just try someone else. "Alright," I smirked back taking her hand and giving it a small kiss before heading her to my room,

I lay gasping, sweat across my body as Beth turned over and went to sleep. It was fun, and Intense but... I felt sick.

I felt like a dick, I know Y/n and I aren't together but... I felt so strange, I felt like I was cheating on her. And it didn't help, even if I had been on my own a while this didn't help it just made me miss Y/n even more. I wanted her body in my hands, her lips on my own, I wanted her! Not beth... Nothing wrong with Beth she's great but... I want Y/n. I Barely slept at all just tossing and turning trying not to think about what I did. I suppose it had a small silver lining, I know now... I am not going to be able to get over Y/n.

Ila began to cry so I got up and slipped some clothes on going out and soothing her back to sleep, I kissed her little blonde head as she drifted away again.

"I'm sorry Ila, Daddy did a bad thing." I whispered, "And Mummy is not going to be happy with Daddy."

I stayed up watching over Ila until the door knocked so I went and got it opening it wide to see Y/n tired from her double shift.

"Hey," she smiled kissing my cheek,

"Hey," I sighed letting her in,

"You okay?"

"Yeah... tired."

"Ohh she kept you up?"

"No, no she was an angel as always,"

"Good, Awww sleeping like a little log," she chuckled as she went to the crib,

"Y/n-"

"Yeah?" She asked giving Ila a little stoke in her crib not wanting to wake her, "Such a beautiful little baby, you were good for daddy?"

"Y/n Please. I need to tell you something?" I sighed crossing my arms over my chest,

"What is it?" She stood noticing how serious I was,

I went to open my mouth but the bedroom door opened to Beth in my shirt from last night with messy hair, Y/ns eyes met her, and then she flicked them to me, without a word. She knew.

"Morning," Beth yawned,

I could see the rage building in Y/n so I very quickly grabbed my wallet,

"Beth. Ughhh run down to the corner store and ughh grab some cigarettes," I told her as I know she smokes handing her some money,

"I have half a -" she began,

"Beth. Please." I pleaded with her, she looked between me and Y/n and took the money, she went into the bedroom and got some different clothes on all while we waited without a word, She came out and kissed my cheek but I didn't give her a reaction.

"Back in a sec," she says,"

"Take your time." I told her, The moment the door closed, "I can explain."

"I don't want to hear it," she said packing up Ila's things,

"No, no no." I stopped her, "Please... please just listen to me I swear I can explain,"

"I don't want to hear it benny," she said our voices hushed so as to not wake Ila but still angry,

"Please just hear me out,"

"You had sex with her?"

"yes I did But-"

"No, but there is not but-"

"Yes, there is! Please I did it I admit that but I feel so bad about it it's destroying me I should never have done it I was being so stupid!"

"Yes, you were!"

"I know! I know! Please will you ever forgive me!"

"No!"

"No! please, Y/n!"

"You had sex with some girl while our infant daughter slept in her crib, less than two feet away, I don't know what would be worse the door was open she could have seen, heard, god knows what. Closed! she is four months something could have happened to her,"

"The door was open but only a crack! and I listened for her crying the whole time we were super quiet so as to not wake her. But that's not important right now-"

"It's very important Benny!" she complained "You had sex with a woman five feet from our infant!"

"This! This is what you're concerned about! She was safe she was fine, aren't you infatuated I cheated on you!"

"Not really,"

"what do you mean not really!"

"We are split up Benny!"

"So!"

"So it's not cheating if we're not together!"

"But I feel terrible, I betrayed you, I regret everything I did, please"

"This is what you are concerned over! benny we're not together you can fuck who you want I don't care I care when our daughter is in earshot!"

"Why!"

"So you don't traumatize our infant daughter!"

"No! why don't you care? I cheated on you! I had felt sick to my stomach the moment I did it! I still love you, you know I do, and I know you still love me, it was a huge huge mistake and I would do anything to undo it..." I explained tears flooding down my face, "Please... please... I- I can't be without you, the woman I love the mother of my child, I felt like throwing up to think about what I've done. I want you. I only want you. Please forgive me... Please... forgive me, let me do whatever it takes to make it up to you and please.... please Y/n... give me back my family."

"You're family?"

"You and me and Ila."

"you slept with-

"I know. I know. Please... I'll walk barefoot through glass for you. I'll climb the Empire State Building naked. I'll swim from New Jersey to Dover. Please! She's my daughter... and you're my girl. I am so so sorry, I should have thrown away every invitation that came while you were pregnant, I should have never left your side, I should have helped you work through all your feelings, I have missed half of her life... and I don't want to miss another second of it. And I want to share every single moment of her life with you."

"That doesn't excuse what you've done..."

"I know." I told her stroking her cheek, "But I swear to you, I would do the impossible for Ila. And I would do the impossible for you."

"That's just it... it's impossible," she said going to the crib,

"No! NOOOO! No, you can't please!" I begged, "Reject me if you must if you really can't face what I have done. But please... please Y/n I beg of you. Don't take her. She's my daughter, my angel, my baby girl, please! you can't take her, you can't just take her, please! Please... even if you reject me even if you hate me please just let me see her..." I begged, "Please just let me see my daughter,"

"I don't think she should be anywhere near her sex pervert of a father for a while,"

"NOOO! Please!" I broke down, "You have no right! you can't just take her! she's my daughter!"

"And she's mine too!"

"You are not just taking her!"

"What makes you think you should keep her! you've been gone half her life and as soon as you come back you spent your time with someone else so clearly you don't want her around!"

"I said I'm sorry! The only person I want around is you, BUT you -"

"Don't you dare blame me for this! You ran off and left me while I was pregnant!"

"To make money! To afford our baby!"

"and when you get back the first thing you do is shack up with her!"

"I'd have shacked up with you if you were here!"

"Ohh so it's purely whoever is close enough?"

"No! that's not what I-" I sighed, "Y/n... I love you. I am sorry for what I did. I regret it completely. I will never even think of doing something like this again. I want to be with you. I want to be with Ila. I will literally have sex with you every day to make you trust me. and I would becuase your fucking gorgeous! nothing on her. You know why I slept with her! really! the real answer! cause she's a redhead. and it went through my mind in the short seconds she flirted with me that if I turned her over and just looked at her from the back with her red hair for a brief moment I could think it's YOU! Happy! You are happy you made me admit I am a fucking degenerate! That I love my ex that fucking much that I could have slept with any woman from her to Ohio in the last week but no I slept with Beth. the one Other redhead I know! Becuase I am that down bad about you! I brought her hear literally to make you jealous! to try and get over you and I can't! I did it! it doesn't work! I still love you, I still want you and I would rather DIE than not have you!"

She grabbed my face and kissed me, I was shocked given how much of a rant I just went on, but I am not complaining I grabbed her body and savoured every single thing. Her skin, her lips, her smell, her taste. I never wanted to let her go, I grabbed her thighs and picked her up wrapping her legs around me as I carried her to bed our lips never even separating until I dropped her on the bed. I went to pull open my draw to grab surprisingly my second condom of the last twenty-four hours but she slapped my hand,

"Don't you dare?" She smirked, "You know that's not how I like you,"

"Alright... just how you love me," I smirked pulling her back into the kiss.

I smiled holding Y/n close and peppering her with all the kisses I could manage,

"I wonder where Beth is?" She spoke up,

"...Hu..." I sighed, "I hadn't even thought about that... She'll be fine," I shrug,

"Alright," She chuckled trying to go but I pulled her closer,

"No. My Y/n."

"I'm getting Ila,"

"Ohhh... yes! fetch the angel!" I cooed,

She climbed out and fetched little Ila climbing back into bed I wrapped my arms around the two of them, and... for the first time in months, I felt happy again. I felt complete. I felt like everything was right. The three of us snuggled together in my bed, the world could end in this moment and I would welcome it with a smile, as I have my world in my arms.

"I love you both so much,"

"I love you too Benny,"

"Does this mean... it's happening?"

"What's happening?" she chuckled,

"We're getting back together?"

"... I don't know Benny,"

"Y/n, please. you know I'll do anything to make you forgive me. I am a dick for everything I've done. But I want you girls in my life. I need you."

"How about this... a couple of months, visiting. while I think it over?"

"...Okay," I nodded,

I sat with my book trying to keep my mind awake this late when the phone rang, I rolled my eyes assuming it was Beth.

I had been... distant with her. We hadn't done anything since that night nothing had happened the rest of her days with me in New York and I had no intention of doing anything with her at all ever again all while I waited for Y/n... she wanted time so I gave her it, Ila had been visiting all month and I felt more in love every second I was with them. I wanted to bolt over and just take them in my arms but I gave her time.

I went and grabbed the phone expecting her flirty tone but,

"Hello?"

"Hi, Watts."

"Y/n! Hi sweetie."

"Hi, is it a good time to talk?"

"Yeah of course what's up?"

"I uhh... I made a decision,"

"You did," I became nervous given her tone, "what is it?"

"Well... I have, now you need to-"

"Y/n. You know I love you. And I want you back as my girlfriend you know I -"

"Benny please listen,"

"Okay... sorry..."

"I went to the doctor today,"

"You did! is Ila okay!"

"Ila is fine it was for me."

"Oh... are you okay?"

"Yeah just a blood test and stuff but uhh they found something out,"

"What did they find out?"

"... Benny I'm pregnant."

"wha- what!"

"I'm pregnant."

"H-h-h-ho-ho-how- how is that-" I stuttered, "Oh my god we didn't use a condom..."

"Yeah,"

"Please don't take this the wrong-"

"yes, it's yours."

"Ohh thank god. sorry, I-"

"It's okay, natural for you to ask, So I'm pregnant again..." she sighed, "So I know my answer"

"Which is?"

"I want to come home..."

"You do?" I got teary,

"Is that okay with you?"

"It's more than okay with me," I smiled, "Come home Y/n, and I promise I will be here for you, and Ila, and for our little one."

"Are you sure?"

"Y/n. I love you. I want you home. Our home. I want us to be together again."

"Okay, see you in an hour,"

"See you soon," I smiled blowing her a kiss and she blew me one too before I hung up the phone, but almost immediately I picked it back up and dialled the number it took a while but it soon answered,

"Hello?"

"Hey Beth,"

"ohh Hi, Benny,"

"So uhh... I need a word,"

"About what?"

"This... this isn't going to work, it's been fun, but you're so far away in Kentucky and I have Ila to think about it's just... it's not going to work you can find someone else to go to Moscow with you,"

"Ohh... yeah I understand, thanks for telling me I guess rather than just leaving me hanging,"

"Yeah I didn't want to be a dick about it, but your a really great girl I'm sure you'll find someone better than me,"

"Thanks, Benny,"

"you're welcome, Bye Beth."

"Bye, Benny,"

I hung up and I couldn't hold back my smile I went to the bedroom and dug through my drawer grabbing the little box I had bought when we first found out about Ila... but Y/n never gave me a chance to give it to her. I changed my shirt and did my hair and soon enough I heard the door so I rushed over with the box in my pocket and opened the door to see Y/n with Ila in her arms.

"Hi Benny,"

"Hi," I smiled giving her lips a soft kiss and she happily returned it, I kissed Ila and took her from Y/n taking her to her high chair while Y/n threw her bag on the bed and Ila's bag by the crib, "How are you for stuff?"

"Good for two weeks, we can start the move-in from there,"

"Perfect," I smiled, "Y/n..."

"Yes, Benny?"

"I uhh I have a little gift for you,"

"Ohh? Pizza? cause I am starving?"

"No" I laughed, "But we can get pizza," I smiled, "Y/n." I took her hand and gave it a soft kiss, "I love you beyond measure, when you left it broke me, all I wanted was you back in my arms, we have a beautiful little girl together and she's everything I ever wanted. I made mistakes I admit that and I am happy to spend the rest of my life making it up to you. I've told Beth it's never happening again and it's over even if it never really began... and now... we get another little one. I have Ila. and soon we'll have another sweet baby. I have everything I need to be happy,"

"And now you have me too,"

"I do... but I need you to be one more thing, My wife."

"Benny you-"

"Please Y/n, will you marry me?" I asked offering her the little box she took it and opened it to see the sweet white diamond I got for her what felt like so long ago now, "I understand if you need time to-"

"Yes."

"wh- what?"

"yes! Yes, I'll marry you!"

"Ohh Y/n! I love you so much!" I hugged her as tight as I could,

"I love you too Benny!" she began to cry so I pulled back kissed her tears and slipped the ring on her finger, we both blushed hard and shared our first sweet kiss as an engaged couple only to be interrupted by Ila crying we chuckled and shared a small kiss before I picked Ila up in my arms and I held Ila, Y/n and my hand on Y/n's stomach and our slowly growing baby,

"I have all that matters to me, in my arms right now. and I am never letting any of it go again."

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joeys-babe · 10 months

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Someday We’ll Be Together

Chapter 2: Mother knows best

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(joes pov)

"joey are you even listening to me??" - lexie

"yeah lex, you were talking about how i should start working out more" - joe sighed

"yes. you need to listen to me okay, i'm being serious because of your injury you're starting to lose your six pack because you haven't been in the gym lately. lexie mathews doesn't date boys that don't have six packs" - lexie

"yeah. i'll tell trainer that i want to tone up" - joe

"that's my boy! hey i gotta go tay and her friends are here." - lexie

"are there any guys?" - joe

"well duh. can't have a party without boys joey. i've got single friends you know. i love you joey!!" - lexie

"yeah uh bye lex" - joe

"bye baby!!" - lexie ended the call

i dropped my phone onto my chest and ran one of my hands over my face.

after y/n told me to leave i went straight back over to my house. i had my own house but it was across the street from my parents.

i can't have her mad at me, not after i just got her back. i need advice from someone but i cant ask my mom because i know she'll end up telling y/n what i told her. i knew i could talk to y/n's mom, so i walked across the street to their house. my parents went home for dinner so i knew i was set to have a private conversation.

"hey joe" - your dad

"hey uh where's y/m/n?" - joe

"kitchen" - your dad

"okay, i need to talk to her" - joe walked into the kitchen

"hey joey!" - your mom

"hey.." - joe

"you okay?" - your mom read his body language

"not really.. i need to talk" - joe

"of course, do you want to go sit out back?"

- your mom

"sure" - joe

once we were situated out on the back deck she turned to me, waiting for me to start.

"i'm going to tell you something and i need you to promise you won't tell y/n" - joe

"okay... i promise i won't tell her" - your mom

"thank you. i haven't told anyone this, not even my parents or ja'marr." - joe

"go on." - your mom

"okay so uh, ever since we transferred to lsu. i had feelings for y/n. like i had a crush on her."

- joe

"oh my gosh.." - your mom couldn't help but smile

"i was going to tell her at our graduation party but i chickened out. i'll forever punch myself for that. but anyways, i had a massive crush on her. like everytime we made eye contact my heart stopped. i was absolutely terrible at flirting though, comparing hand sizes stops working after awhile. she was everything to me, and i was so scared that if i confessed to her and she didn't feel the same way that our friendship would be ruined. that's why i never ended up telling her. when i got drafted i was happy that i'd be coming back to ohio but then y/n told me she was staying in louisiana. i tried to lose feelings, but i quickly realize it wasn't going to happen and instead i'd have to suppress my feelings. i never had intentions of losing contact but when i started dating lexie six months ago she didn't like that i talked to y/n everyday and told her literally everything. lexie told me that she'd break up with me if i didn't stop talking to y/n. stupidly i started ignoring y/n." - joe

"yeah that was a dumb choice joe" - your mom

"i know. i told y/n that's why i stopped talking to her today and she flipped. i tried apologizing but she told me to leave. i understand why though, she has every right to react the way she do because i was an asshole." - joe

"a big one. but joe why are you telling me all this sweetheart?" - your mom

"i cant have her mad at me. i just got her back you know? and when we were upstairs setting up her room and catching up she did the talking and i listened, but it didn't matter to me. as long as she was there with me. i just haven't felt happy with someone like i did in that moment in a long time" - joe

"joe.. honey i think you aren't seeing something here" - your mom

"huh?" - joe

"are you listening to yourself? joe i think your feelings are coming back" - your mom

"n- no. i have a girlfriend. it was just a little crush i had when i was younger, all in the past." - joe

"are you sure?" - your mom

"yes. but how can i get her to not be mad at me?" - joe

"i don't know.. there's really nothing you can do to change the past" - your mom

"i'm so mad at myself. lexie treats me like shit, i was on the phone with her before i walked over here and she told me that i needed to start working out more." - joe

"why did she say you need to work out more?"

- your mom

"she said all the rest i took while injured with my torn acl caused me to start losing my six pack. she told me lexie mathews doesn't date boys that don't have six packs. those exact words." - joe

"oh my, honey you don't deserve that."

- your mom

"i know.. but in a weird way i think she does it because she cares about me, like she's doing it out of love." - joe

"joe that's not true, i'm sorry but i'm telling you the truth. it sounds like she's just with you to say she's with you. you need to get out of that relationship" - your mom

"thanks for listening" - joe

"no problem, i'm always here for you. also, i promise i won't tell anyone what you told me"

- your mom

"yeah please don't" - joe chuckled in attempts to lighten the mood

when we walked back inside y/n had just walked into the kitchen.

she looked up at me with a sad look in her eyes, i watched her mouth open to say something but i stopped her. y/n's mom walked into the living room to leave us alone.

"i'm heading out now, don't wanna bother you"

- joe walked past her

"wait- can we talk?" - you

"huh?" - joe stopped and turned to face her

"i don't want to fight joe. i just got back, and i don't want there to be negative tension between us." - you

"i done want to fight either. but you're right with how you reacted, i'm really sorry." - joe

"that's the thing. you know what you did was wrong so i shouldn't hold it against you." - you

"do you want to have a movie night? at my house? i'll cook dinner." - joe

"sure" - you smiled at him

"great" - joe smiled back

"since when are you a cook through joey?" - you

"since the idea popped into my head that i should cook food for you as an apology" - joe made you laugh

that beautiful laugh. it made my cheeks heat up.

"i'm going to get ready. sweats is okay right?"

- you

"yeah" - joe

"okay perfect. i'll see you then?" - you started walking away

"uh yeah" - joe smiled

y/n gave me another smile before she walked away and i heard her footsteps go upstairs.

i excitedly walked towards the front door with a smile on my face.

"get her joe" - your mom smiled

"at least break up with miss breast implants before you start flirtin with my daughter"

- your dad

"im not flirting, im trying to rebuild a friendship. also, she's got a fake butt too" - joe

"gah dang" - your dad

"you need to get out of that relationship joe"

- your mom

"i plan on it" - joe smiled before walking out the door.

things are finally going in a good direction.

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authors note: and i released another chapter 😭

i just love writing this story so much.

hope you enjoyed 💜

#bengals #joe burrow #joe burrow imagine

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ickbite · 8 months

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09. Happy birthday

LAST — MASTERLIST — NEXT

as soon as jaeden woke up, she was running around the house. with her and Y/N spending the night at Heeseungs the previous night, it was easier to wake both of them up.

she was planning on starting with Hee, running to his room and slammed open the door, only to be met with both of her parents in the bed.

due to it being late at night and both adults were exhausted, they simply just slept in the same bed, no harm there, right? wrong. when jaeden climbed onto the bed, she saw that her parents were — quite literally — cuddled up to each other.

"wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up," the six year old mumbled, shaking both Heeseung and Y/N.

jaeden only quickly gave up after realizing they were passed out and wasn't gonna be waking up anytime soon.

“INCOMING CALL FROM “WEIRDO”

ACCEPT DENY

Appeared on Heeseungs phone, should she pick up? should she decline? the answer was quite obvious.

"hello? who are you?" jaeden asked, her little arm wrapped around her waist while the other one is holding the phone to her ear.

"who am i? who're you little girl?" the masculine voice of the other side responded, his voice laced with nervousness.

"i'm jaeden! why're you calling my dad?" she pouted, looking at the bed to see her parents who looked like they got even closer.

"dad? since when was Heeseung a dad? did you know Heeseung was a dad, Nik?"

"hey! i told you my name! you have to tell me yours, jerk!" she whined, stomping her feet down the hallway to the guest room she claimed as hers.

"okay, okay! i'm Sunoo, why do you have Heeseungs phone?"

"this is my dads phone, he's asleep right now, but i can tell him whatever you want me to tell him!" the ravenette smiled, looking through the shirts in the closet that belonged to Heeseung.

"Sunoo, who're you talking to?" an even more masculine voice asked, obvious tiredness in his voice.

"i called Hee like you told me too, and this child picked up, she's saying Hee is her dad?"

and like that, jaeden heard fighting, noises that signify the phone is being taken from Sunoo to the phones owner.

"jaeden?"

"who're you?" the five year old was tired, all she wanted to do was have pancakes and hang out with her parents for her birthday, and instead, she's talking to her fathers weird friends.

"hi jae! i'm your uncle Jay! how are you?" the voice sounded happy, like his tiredness suddenly disappeared.

"uncle Jay? daddy has a brother?" she mumbled, thinking if he mentioned anything about a sibling.

"no— not blood brother like a soul brother, kinda thing, yunno?"

"soul brother? like that one song? hey soul sister, ain't that mr. mister on the—"

"no, not like the song, but it's nice to meet you, finally. i'm still frustrated Jake got to meet you before me."

"Jake? you mean the minion?" jaeden visibly shuddered, thinking of her last interaction with him.

"yeah, him! listen, jae, i'm so much better than the minion, trust me, isn't it your birthday today?" and without giving her time to answer, he started singing happy birthday to her, she could even hear everyone even joining in the background.

"jae, do you know where my phone is?" Heeseung asked, walking into the jaeden's room to see her in his shirt, his phone pressed to her ear, and her hair in a bun like her mothers was the previous day, "why do you have my phone?"

"is that Hee? run!" Jay warned.

"i tried to wake you and mommy up but you wouldn't wake up and uncle Jay and Sunoo called you so i picked up, am i in trouble?" she pouted, her posture slouching as she looked at the ground.

with a sigh, he shook his head, grabbing her hand and bringing her to the kitchen table where her mom was making pancakes in the kitchen.

"good job, jaeden. always guilt trip your dad," the man on the phone cheered, clapping his hands.

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lu-vin-it · 9 months

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III. Fighting For Love

── ⋅⋅⋅ ────꒰ ୨ ♡ ୧ ꒱───────

The Lady’s Hand M.List

Summary: Hundreds of years ago, a plague broke out, killing most, and turning other's into violent creatures. Many thought all was lost, that was until three unlikely leaders came together and formed three kingdoms: Demesne, Theign, and Azure. Those kingdoms still stood to this day, and now, the most recent heiress of Azure is of age and is intended to marry (much to her dismay).

Pairings: Ellie Williams X Reader

Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.1K

Warnings: Drinking, arranger marriage, hints to homophobia

AIN: Thank you to @stqrluvr for proofreading! Ily. Also! This is mostly a filler chapter!

The next morning you wake up late. You were still giddy from the night before, when you spent an hour talking to Ellie. You went to another silent breakfast with your Mother before heading to the courtyard for the next round. You were even more nervous for this round as Ellie would be against James of Theign today.

The first round came and went quicker than you could have noticed, with Sebastian rising victorious. You didn’t know anything about fencing, so it did you no good to actually pay attention to it. Besides, you could care less for Benedict or Sebastian so it didn’t matter who won.

But then Ellie and James came up and all of a sudden your heart was racing and you were sweating. You watched closely as they fought, and by the end, you were more than relieved to find that Ellie rose victorious. You grinned wider than you think you ever had.

That night, you once again gathered in the great hall for dinner with guests. This time, your Mom had Ellie and Sebastian sitting next to you, on either side. You were excited about sitting with Ellie, but Sebastian? Not so much. You also came to realize that Ellie couldn’t speak in public since her voice would give her away, which sucked. You opted for just sitting in silence for another meal.

After dinner, you made a beeline for the gardens, waiting patiently for Ellie to show. You had started to look forward to your little meetings more than anything. She was looking forward to them too, how could she not? Just seeing your smile made her happy.

“Ellie!” You said when the brunette girl walked up.

“Hey.”

“You were amazing out there.” You hug her tightly. She nervously wrapped her arms around you as well. You awkwardly hugged for a moment longer before you pulled away. “Are you going to be able to beat Sebastian at archery?”

“I think so. Have some more faith in me! Have I let you down yet?” A smile creeps up on your lips.

“No.”

“Exactly. Y/N, I swear to you, in two days time, we will be married.” Your heart soars.

“Are you ready for that?”

“Are you?” You sigh and walk towards the bench beside you. You take a seat and Ellie does too.

“I dunno. I don’t know you that well, but you seem like a good enough person.” She smiles.

“Then I guess I’m doing a pretty good job.” She pauses. “How do you think everyone will react?”

“Erm… I think.. I think that my Mom will be the worst. I think the people will be fairly accepting though.” She nods. “On another note.. how come you didn’t tell me how you were almost put to death?” You ask her, crossing your arms. Ellie groans.

“How did you find out about that?” You shrug.

“I’m the princess, I know everything.”

“It was 6 years ago, I was six and ten.. My Dad easily got me out of the charges. Some guy was pestering a girl and I punched him, we started fighting and, you know, when I won, it turned out that guy was a Viscount and I was fucked. Joel saved the day though."

"I'm glad he did. Why do you call your Dad Joel?" She shrugs.

"I mean.. I was eight-ish when he adopted me. I didn't call him Dad then, and I'm not gonna call him Dad now. He is my Dad but.. I don't know, Joel fits him better." She paused. "I.. I'm sorry that you lost yours."

"Yeah... me too. He would have liked you." You glance at Ellie, who's already looking at you. “I should go.. it’s late and I still need to bathe.”

“Yeah.. I should head up too.”

“Get some rest. I’ll see you directly after the competition tomorrow.” She nods.

You didn’t sleep much that night despite your lavender bath. You were too nervous for the events coming, and rightfully so. Your entire life would be dictated by the person more proficient in archery. Whoever got the closest shot to a bullseye, would be your spouse from wedding to death. Whoever won, you were sure that you would never do this to your child.

The morning was agonizing, maybe even more so than the night was. You felt like time was moving as slow as it possibly could. That a minute was ten, and that ten minutes was an hour. You were so, so, scared for the result of today’s match.

“Good morning.” Your Mom said when you sat at the breakfast table.

“Good morning.” You started to eat, trying to just ignore your Mother.

“How are you feeling?” You fake a smile at her.

“Just peachy.” She crosses her arms as her face morphs into one of anger.

“I will not deal with your ungrateful attitude this early in the morning. Have some class, some shame. I may be your Mother but I am also your queen.” You laugh dryly.

“You’re my queen until tomorrow evening, Mother. But do not fret, after tomorrow evening, you will never have to deal with me or my ‘ungrateful attitude’ as you so kindly put it.” She furrows her brows.

“And what is that supposed to mean?”

“I think you know what that means.” You had no real intent to banish her or anything of that nature, but you maybe she’d back off of you if she thought you would.

“Eat your food and then freshen up. You have a dress fitting right after the final.”

“Alright.” With that, she gets up and leaves, giving you time to finally eat your breakfast.

You got to the tournament grounds before most citizens did. You couldn’t sit around the castle waiting anymore. You had to get out. So you just sat in your throne, waiting for the final round to start.

When you heard the familiar sound of the trumpet roaring, you clammed up. Ellie and Sebastian walked out of tents which were beside each other and stood facing targets which were on the other side of the field. They got into position with their bow and arrows, pulling back the string and aiming.

“Begin!” They both fire, both landing a bullseye. You chew on your lip as you watch them reload, and both shoot more bullseye. They reload once more, and this time, Sebastian’s arrow barely lands on the red ring, while Ellie’s aim is spot on once again. You feel such a wave of relief when you watch the announcer hold up Ellie’s bow.

You were ushered down to the field as soon as Ellie’s bow was taken from her. You and your Mom shake hands with Ellie, you make sure to squeeze it once to show that you were excited. She does the same back. Your Mom gives a speech, and then you all return back to the castle.

After your wedding dress fitting, you went to the garden. You weren’t sure if Ellie would be there, but you were happy to find that she was.

“Ellie.” You say, relief dripping from your words. She smiles upon seeing you and immediately rushes to hug you. “You did it.” Tears of happiness well in your eyes. “We’re gonna get married tomorrow, Els.”

“Yeah we are.”

── ⋅⋅⋅ ────꒰ ୨ ♡ ୧ ꒱───────

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#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x female reader #fanfiction #ellie williams x y/n #the last of us x reader #ellie williams x you

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— Tamino for CRUSH Fanzine, Issue 14 / 2018 (x)

Tamino (Habibi)

Photographed by Nicolas Wagner Interview by Ariel Kenig Styled by Marie Revelut Tamino is wearing Ann Demeulemeester

I'm crazy about him. His music is like a shock to the system. His name is Tamino, and I met him via CRUSHfanzine’s co-editor, Nicolas Wagner, who decided to shoot my new crush while he was in Paris. But Tamino is not only a crush. We could call it love, admiration — the ultimate crush. I am reminded of those rare times when discovering an artist forces you to compare his immensity to others. To err is human, I guess. And yet, when faced with two figures, two faces, two pyramids, the brain needs to differentiate shapes and shades in order to better recognize them. I met Tamino, asked him a few questions. I had a serious look on my face. It didn't last long. Not long enough. Here is my transcript…

“My paternal grandfather died when I was 5 years old. He lived in Cairo. I was always familiar with his songs, primarily via cassettes that my mother would play me when I was little. She thought it was very important that I know where I come from. It's a little strange to see him on YouTube. My dad takes care of those types of things, but it's not easy. My grandfather never really thought about his legacy. There are other singers, like Abdel Halim Hafez, who are still alive and are better known today than my grandfather. His music is everywhere. It would probably be a good thing if my family took steps to showcase this heritage. My grandfather was the first Egyptian singer to play electric guitar on stage. He listened to Elvis Presley… he wrote part of his music himself. As for myself, I write alone. And I do almost everything all by myself. I've been working with a producer whom I met two years ago, on an EP at first. We had such good chemistry that we re-recorded my song “Cigar” together. I told him about my video concept, of that skeleton that stars in the clip, and he produced the song with that idea in mind. That's what I like about him and the guy he's in a two-man band with: they think not only in terms of sound, but of entity. They want to capture the essence of an artist and take it to such-or-such particular idea they have of him, portray him in this or that way, and in my case, take the project to quite majestic heights. You may find it funny, but I don’t write “sad” songs. I mean, I'm not telling the story of a guy sitting alone on his bed with his guitar... I like more epic, more “regal” things. I love Belgian surrealism, that I connect in my work to more Eastern or romantic references. For me, it's a logical juxtaposition... I've not been to Egypt for five or six years, but I'm going back next week. I can’t wait. I like to go closer to the Red Sea, in the less touristy places. I don't have a TV, I don't read the press, and I deleted my Facebook account. I stay abreast of what's happening in Egypt via YouTube. It's strange for me to see that these wars that are rocking the Arab world have existed for thousands of years…

Facebook has too many distractions. I need to stay focused in some sort of flow, to work every day for a long time, whether I end up writing only two sentences or an entire melody. All in all, if you include all the projects and bands in which I participated, I must have written over a hundred songs. For my album, we recorded 18, of which we'll keep 11 of 12. Right now, we're working on mixing it. I studied at the Conservatory, in the popular music department, which gave me a lot of freedom. I worked on my Voice and I continue to maintain it. I am careful not to scream in bars when the music is too loud. It’s easy to end up screaming without even realizing... Although these days, I don't go out much... I don’t have the time. And I have no personal life! [Laughs.] It’s true, it's crazy. I am 21 years old. My life is a little different. You're never around, and when you come out, your friends are surprised: “What? I thought you were in a relationship, I thought you moved.” I don’t feel the age difference with the people I work with. When I was younger, I was very shy, and at the same time, I needed to express myself. It was a weird combination. Nowadays, I'm lining up the tour dates. Our last concert in Paris, at La Maroquinerie, was very moving. My two musicians cried in the middle of the concert. I was getting dewy-eyed myself. It was so intense, to be so well-received in another country. I was reminded of one of our first concerts in Belgium... I think the album will be both an extension of the EP and a synthesis between two themes: romance that can both lift you up and make you vulnerable because you can fall at any time, and indifference to life, in the meaning we give to it, our investment in it. Everyone has a dark side but… I don't know... I do not only write somber music, but I know myself a little bit, so… It's sometimes cumbersome... When you spend too much time looking in the mirror, you end up doing nothing... Sometimes, it's better to just “do,” and the song may tell you something about yourself. A song written in twenty minutes, without too much thinking. This earring? I found it in an old cupboard. It's my mother’s. I'm not sure that she ever wore it.

#tamino #tamino amir #crush fanzine #article #interview #english #2018 #with photoshoot #original text #HUGE thanks to mahdisehel on instagram for sending this to me!! and for not finding my out of the blue dm weird i am forever grateful #tumblr has a character limit for each block so i have to split the text up #i like this interview!!#i can finally rest easy

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natalynsie · 1 year

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Wanted (Boyd x Huey) - Chapter 2/2

After sitting and talking with Boyd for a while, which was mostly just Huey ranting about Senior Woodchuck things while Boyd stared at him, Huey decided to ask him something.

"You know, it would be nice to have you with me when I'm telling my family we're boyfriends now," Huey said. "Do you think you can stay for dinner?"

"I'll have to ask my dad, but yeah," Boyd replied.

"Speaking of your dad, are you gonna tell him about us?" Huey asked.

"Yeah, I think so," Boyd said. "I don't know about the Drakes though. Not yet, anyways. Doofus would get pretty mad if he knew I'm dating the brother of his worst enemy."

"Yeah," Huey said. "Now, we gotta go ask Ms. Bailey if you can stay. Come on."

Boyd followed Huey down the stairs and into the kitchen, where Ms. Bailey was cooking.

"Ms. Bailey," Huey began, opening the door. The older woman was stirring a bowl of something. Judging by the pots and strainers on the stove, Huey guessed she was making spaghetti.

"What, Huey?" She responded.

"I was wondering if Boyd could stay for dinner?"

"As long as his guardians allow it."

"Alright. Boyd, call your dad."

Boyd clicked on Gyro's number and it rang a few times before Gyro picked up.

"Boyd? Do I need to pick you up?" Gyro asked.

"No. I was wondering if I could stay with the Duncans for dinner?"

"What does Mr. McDowell say?"

"We didn't ask him. We asked Ms. Bailey."

"Well what did she say?"

"She said okay, as long as you say okay."

"Well I say okay. Just make sure you finish your English report when you get home."

"Okay," Boyd said. "Bye Dad."

"Bye."

"He says okay," Boyd told Ms. Bailey, who nodded in approval.

"Also, Ms. Bailey?" Huey asked.

"Hm?"

"Uncle Donald is having dinner here tonight, right?"

"Yes, dear, why do you ask?"

"Just wondering," Huey said, before retreating upstairs with Boyd.

When time for dinner did come, Huey's heart was pounding. He knew he had to tell everyone. He was fairly sure they would all be okay with it, but the possibilities of otherwise haunted his mind.

"Hey, it'll be okay," Boyd said, noticing how Huey's eyebrows were a little furrowed.

Huey looked at Boyd and smiled. "Yeah, I think that, but, you know."

Boyd nodded. He did know.

When Huey reached the table, he noticed how full it had become. Compared to when Huey and his brothers first arrived, the table only hosted six or seven people a day. Now at the ends of the table sat Scrooge and Bailey. Webby, Dewey, Louie, and Huey on one side of the table, and Della, Donald, Daisy, May, and June on the other. Launchpad didn't eat with the family.

The empty chair next to Huey would be put to use today, Boyd sitting in it, hands folded by his lap.

Dewey and Webby were busy poking at each other and May and June were talking to each other and everyone was too busy to notice Louie winking at Huey and whispering "Good luck."

Huey just looked back at Boyd and smiled. Boyd smiled back.

The beginning of the meal was relaxed, talking about everyone's day. The focus eventually landed on Boyd and Huey.

"So what did you two get up to?" Della asked.

"Um," Huey began, looking at Louie for support. He was not about to tell his mother he made out with Boyd in his bedroom.

"Actually, Huey has something to tell everyone," Louie announced. Now, the rest of the eyes fell onto Huey.

"Um, well, I just wanted to tell everyone," Huey began. "That me and Boyd are… boyfriends… now."

There was a moment of silence where Huey debated his life choices before-

"Yeah! That's my son!" Della exclaimed.

Chatter started around the table.

"Aww, you two are so cute together," Donald said. Daisy clasped her hands together and smiled at them.

"I called it Webby, I called it," Dewey said, shaking Webby.

"Yeah yeah, I know," Webby replied. "Also, about time Huey."

Huey blushed and looked down after Webby's comment.

"Good choice lad," Scrooge said. "And you too Boyd, you two will be a great couple."

"Well, that explains a bit," Ms. Bailey stated.

"Boyd, you won't regret dating him! He's awesome!" June said, enthusiastically.

"If you break his heart, we'll pour glitter in your vents!" May said, with the same amount of enthusiasm.

Boyd smiled awkwardly. A weird threat, but most certainly a threat. He noted to himself to never anger those girls.

Huey smiled up at Boyd.

Boyd smiled back. He'd made the right choice.

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lunaraindrop · 1 year

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I'm mad.

I'm frustrated.

I'm sad.

I'm feeling guilty, selfish, and like the bad guy.

I don't get summers off. I might be a preschool teacher, but my school has a summer program. If I don't work in the summer, I don't get paid in the summer. I have bills to pay, and I need to eat.

My weekends were already sacred, and already encroached upon by my family and their extroverted need to be in each other's business constantly. I already had to turn down an out of town party and a cookout for Friday. (My mother tried to guilt trip me into going to the party with her, and only let up when I said I had to work late. In her words, "I don't like to go to things alone") Yesterday, I slept in (yay), but got roped into helping cook and eating family dinner at my aunt's (not yay).

Today was going to be all for me. I have summer lesson plans to write up. I have a classroom to start planning out for the school year. I have fics I want to write and work on. I just want to get a chai and find a cool, shady place outside of my house to write.

Instead...my dad has called me six times since 8:00am. All to do with his refrigerator.

*He wanted to come up and bring me his frozen chicken

*He wanted me to check my refrigerator to see if it has a temperature gage

*He called again to ask if my refrigerator had a temperature gage, what it was set up as, and how he should set his up

*He called me because he couldn't get ahold of my mother

*He called to see if I was awake and would be home when he brought the frozen chicken over (but did not tell me when he planned to bring the chicken over)

*He "accidentally" called me when he tried to call my cousin, but also wanted to talk about his refrigerator and how my mother was not answering her phone (they are divorced)

What this tells me is that my dad, once again, is not taking his anxiety medication like he should. He gets fixated on small things, like his refrigerator being "too cold". If you don't engage with him or go against what he is saying, he gets extremely agitated and yells.

So, I went over to my mother to tell her about his mood...only to find out that her phone was ringing.

Something you, my lovely people reading this, shoukd know is that mother is progressively becoming more and more HoH every day. It is one of the reasons she constantly wants me to be around. She does not know ASL, or plans to learn it. Her job has offered to pay for her to get an hearing aid, but her pride won't let her do it.

Another thing you might need to know is that I have had multiple talks with my family about how I am not the family answering service. I am not their GPS. If you can't find or get ahold of someone...try them again. Don't call me to find them or give them a message, unless it is an emergency.

I have wondered why lately I have been getting more calls dot those reasons.

...

My mother had her phone in her purse, in the other room. Far away in the other room.

On purpose.

I could tell when I brought it to her. She looked like a child that had been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. She knows she can't hear her phone when it is a couple of feet away. It is *impossible* when it is in her purse. And my mother is a smoker. She always keeps her cigarettes in her purse, and said purse near her to go outside to smoke.

"Oh Luna, nobody ever calls me."

I had to stress, again, that Yes. They. Do! And when they can't get her, they call me! So stop *hiding* your phone, please.

She answered, and it was my dad. Talking about his refrigerator. I said to her that he was having an episode and not taking his anxiety medication again. She blew me off and told me I needed to be more sympathetic. I said that it isn't about sympathy. I take the calls. I walk him through things. I am patient. I am kind. But something is wrong, and I don't want to be responsible for his anxiety all day. She says that I'm not responsible for him and...

Let's think, folks.

If I left to go do the things that I needed/wanted to do...both of my parents would try and blow up my phone, angry.

Why did I leave? Why didn't I act as a buffer for them? Why didn't I act as my mother's interpreter? Why didn't I help my dad figure out what to do with his refrigerator? While didn't I keep everyone calm and redirected?

Why didn't I sit there, silent, until I was needed?

And in all of this...I feel responsible. I feel guilty. I feel like a bad daughter.

But, like, fuck. Why can't my parents take care of themselves? Why am I expected to be my mother's hearing aid? Why am I expected to be my father's anxiety medication?

Is that all I am?

EDIT:

An update of sorts. My dad came up and gave me the frozen chicken. He said he was going to go home and take a nap. I told him that I would probably go work on lesson plans, then maybe go by the school to organize things for the upcoming week.

I left the house.

I went to Starbucks to work on my lesson plans (*cough*andwritefic*cough*)

And...my dad called. Asked me what I was doing. Remember, I *told* him what I planned to do today.

I said I was at Starbucks.

"You're at Starbucks? Well, nobody wants to do anything with *me* anymore."

I know it is his anxiety talking. I know he is going to go into a yelling fit about how people (me) don't love him or want him around unless he is paying for something.

Let's make it clear. I make it a point that he doesn't pay for anything for me, purely for the reason that I can say, "I love you and never ask you to pay for anything. I even paid for your coffee when we went out yesterday. Are you doing okay? Are you taking your medicine?"

I wasn't coddling or soft with him today. I didn't give him any reassurances. I didn't give him a chance to to drag me into an anxiety fueled blame-match. Instead, I flatly said, "I am working on my lesson plans. I don't have time to work on my lesson plans anymore. I need to work on them right now." and left it at that.

He paused, then said that he would talk to me later.

I wish it was that he realized that I wasn't purposely trying to not spend time with him (even though I saw him earlier, and he said he was go home to take a nap). But...no. That is the sad part of having parents with mental illness. When he isn't taking his medication like he should, he gets so paranoid. It won't matter that I am doing work. I didn't tell him where I was going. I went alone. I didn't invite him to go with me.

#luna says #luna's family sucks #mental health #mentally tired #preschool teacher #hard of hearing #anxiety

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projectbluearcadia · 1 year

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That Went From 0 To Fluffy Real Quick

Mom: Let me get this straight. This guy—who was actually some kind of magic spell enacted by King Solomon centuries ago—kidnapped you on a whim, replaced your heart, made you live off of this—

Annelie’s mother makes a wild gesture to Lucifer.

Mom: —guy’s “life energy”, whatever that’s supposed to be—

That’s not self-explanatory?

Mom: —and finished everything off by doing everything short of killing you.

Annelie: That’s about the sum of it.

Dad: ...

Mom: ...

Annelie: Look, I’m trying my hardest to tell you the honest truth. It might be easier to accept that Lucifer and I had a shotgun marriage and said “hey, let’s run away together,” but that’s just not how I work. It’s not how he works either.

Annelie pauses.

Annelie: Actually, I can’t say that, since he’s letting his brothers run amok today until six. And probably again after ten.

Lucifer: Nine-thirty.

Annelie shoots him a glance, and he smiles sweetly before his attention turns towards his D.D.D.

Mom: He has brothers now? Who are they, the horsemen of the apocalypse?

Lucifer gets a pained, tired look on his face, and he sinks his face into his hand. Annelie leans over to read the horrifying messages in the House of Lamentation group chat.

Lucifer: Well, one of them could certainly bring about a famine...

Annelie pats Lucifer's back.

Annelie: ...sorry for jinxing it.

Sorry for making you ignore them.

Lucifer: Annelie, don't even think about taking responsibility for the shit they pull.

Annelie flinches.

Lucifer: I know when you're acting. It's not your fault.

Annelie: ...I'm still in for that lecture, huh?

Lucifer: Did you really think I'd forget about it?

Annelie: Well, you're an old man.

Lucifer: Annelie.

Annelie: Yes?

Lucifer: Remember what happened in the changing room?

Annelie: ...

Annelie looks down at her dress.

Annelie: Human materials don't carry magic, do they?

Lucifer: That fabric isn't particularly adept at holding enchantments, but it's quite an excellent receiver for them. Now would you care to repeat what you just said?

Annelie: ...I'll behave.

Bastard.

Lucifer: Thank you. Now if you will excuse me for a moment, I have to check on Levi and Satan.

Lucifer stands up and walks a small distance away as he calls his brothers.

Mom: Levi, Lucifer and Satan... One of these things is not like the others...

Mom, are you okay up there?

Lucifer: Levi, I'm busy right now. What did Satan do?

Satan: I didn't do shit! He's the one that nearly killed the guy!

Levi: You're the one that flipped out on the kid that stepped on a cat's tail!

Satan: It was just a reaction! And anyway you're the one that screwed up! Why are you dragging me into it!?

Lucifer and Annelie both sigh.

Lucifer: I guess I should be thankful it's not Belphie...

Annelie: Or Mammon.

Lucifer: I have a feeling I’ll hear about that on the news before he tells me himself.

Annelie: I have aspirin and antacids in the bathroom cabinet if you’re interested.

Lucifer: Thank you, Annelie...

Annelie: I might have some oatmeal raisin cookies too?

Dad: Sorry, I ate those a while ago. Couldn’t resist.

Annelie’s father sheepishly smiles.

Annelie: Ah. Well, they’re not for everyone anyway.

Dad: I’m pretty sure we have the ingredients for them.

He gets up from his spot and claps Lucifer on the shoulder. Lucifer glances at him as he slowly starts pulling him into the kitchen.

Dad: Come on, son.

Lucifer: ...son?

Dad: Want me to call you laddie instead?

Annelie’s dad sends him a knowing, antagonistic smirk.

Lucifer: ...no. Son is fine.

Lucifer smiles faintly, and Annelie sniffles at the sight. Her mother sighs.

Annelie: I should come with to make sure those cookies don’t turn out spicy as hell.

Lucifer: ...

Lucifer playfully cuffs Annelie on the ear, and she laughs.

Dad: I promise I’ll limit the red pepper this time.

Lucifer: ...?

Annelie: You’re not the only person I’ve dealt with who made his sweets too spicy.

Admittedly, he does it on purpose.

#bonding moment #obey me fluff #obey me lucifer #obey me shall we date #self indulgence #shameless #fanfiction #obey me!#LuciAnne

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abbatoirablaze · 2 years

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Tig's Daughter, Chapter 2

Word Count: 2.1k

Alex’s POV

"Is it bad that I sort of remember this place?"

Dad smiled at me as I got out of the car. He ran to my side and grabbed my backpack, "dad I only have one bag. I can get it."

"That's bullshit that your mother threw away all of your stuff when you were at work," he growled, "I'll have the prospect or Gemma take you shopping. You're gonna need clothes for school when it starts up next month."

"School?"

"Yeah," he laughed, "don't tell me you thought I was gonna let you off scott free when it came to that."

"You didn't graduate," I began, "hell neither did Fawn."

"Yeah," he sighed, "but you are going to go to school. And you are going to graduate. I want you to have a better life than I have."

"Your life doesn't look so bad."

"Tig, thank god your back," a younger guy said, running up to him, "Clay's telling me there's a beamer that's coming in."

"Fucking deal with it then, prospect," dad growled at him, "I'm off today. I brought my kid home."

"Your kid?"

"Yeah," he scoffed, "people have them sometimes. It's a result of fucking without a condom."

"DAD!"

"Sorry kiddo," he sighed, sparing me a glance. Then he turned to the prospect once more, "see, you got me swearing in front of my kid, half-sack. GO TO WORK!"

As he ran away, dad turned back to me, "who was that?"

"The prospect?" he asked, "name's half-sack."

"What's his real name?"

"Kip!"

"Well, I think you scared Kip," I said, pointing into the garage. He was asking another guy about something, and it looked like he was annoying him just as much, “poor guy looks scared half to death.”

"He's still getting his bearings," dad shrugged, "he's only been here a month and a half. But he’s alright. Veteran…served in Iraq. We’re not scaring him, trust me."

"And you guys are already putting him to work in the garage?"

He shrugged, "not my call."

Then he turned around, and we were facing the clubhouse.

"Is this where we're staying?"

"Yeah," he nodded, "at least until I can find us a place. When your mom left me, she forced me to sell the house. It was in both of our names. Been living in the dorms ever since."

"Well, that's kind of depressing."

"Hey, we take what we can get," he shrugged, "I didn't have you...or your sisters...and that day when Missy died...I didn't have anything left."

I sighed, knowing that was all too true.

When mom walked out on dad, she'd pretty much taken any asset he'd had. Part of me always believed that if Missy hadn't been shot that day, she would have tried to take her too, just to spite my dad.

"So do you want the tour, kiddo?"

I nodded, "sure."

He wrapped an arm around my shoulder and led me into the clubhouse. It still looked as big as I'd remembered it. When we walked inside, I noticed a few women hanging around the bar or cleaning up. Dead ahead was a room with a big table.

Out walked two guys. A heavy-set guy with a full beard, and a taller, more brute looking man with white hair.

"Clay, Bobby, this is my kid."

Dad sounded almost proud when he said that, pushing me ahead of himself slightly.

The heavy-set man was first to come up. He wrapped me up in a hug, "Oh kiddo, you've grown so much since I last saw you. Tig, she's gotten so big. How long has it been? Ten, no, eleven years?"

"Do I know you?"

"Elvis," he smiled, holding himself out to me, “Bobby Elvis, babydoll.”

My eyes went wide. I remembered him. He was the man who would always act like he was Elvis Presley.

"Elvis!"

"That's right," he smiled, imitating Elvis. I laughed and hugged him again, "thank you. Thank you very much."

"Oh my god," I exclaimed, "I'm sorry I didn't recognize you!"

"It's fine doll," he laughed, "you were probably five or six the last time I saw you."

"OH MY GOD, ALEXIS!" a woman's voice yelled, "TIGGER IS THIS REALLY HER?"

I turned, but just quick enough that the woman in front of me didn't bowl me over. She wrapped me up in the tightest hug I'd ever felt. Closing my eyes, I relaxed into her scent. It was one that I couldn’t forget. I felt myself sliding into the comfort and familiarity of her.

Gemma.

I smiled and held the woman who'd been like a real mother to me for the first six years of my life, "Gemma."

She let me go just long enough to bring a hand to her mouth, "oh baby, you've grown so much. You're such a beautiful young lady."

"I missed you, Gem."

She pulled me back into a second hug and she began to pet my hair, "oh baby, I'm never letting that evil woman tear you away from us again. Even if it means putting a bullet in her, myself."

"Feel free," I laughed, “I won’t stop you.”

She let go of me and I turned to the white-haired man. The president of the club.

"Clay."

"Alexis."

He tried to act like it was no big deal, and he held a hand out to me.

"Good to see you."

"Oh, who you kidding," he laughed, pulling me into a hug as well. My façade broke as the man who was my best friend as a kid practically lifted me off the ground, "it's been too long kiddo. You’ve been far too far from home.”"

"I know."

"You're home now though," Gemma smiled once Clay had finally let me go, "and that's all that matters. Come on sweetie, let me show you to the dorms so you can put your stuff down. We'll send the prospect out to the car to get the rest of your stuff."

"Oh, I uh, only have a backpack." I said, gesturing to my dad, who was still holding it, "I don't have much. My mom threw out most of my stuff when I was working a double at the diner."

"Well that just won't do," she frowned, her hand reaching out to stroke my cheek, "you're seventeen sweetheart, you need to have options. You’re a growing young lady."

"Just not too many options," dad said as Gemma grabbed my hand and started leading me out of the clubhouse, "GEMMA SHE'S ONLY SEVENTEEN!"

"Forget what your dad says," Gemma smiled as she used the keyless entry to her car, "we're going shopping and I'm spoiling the hell out of you baby."

"I'm not seventeen."

"What?" dad asked, "yes you are. You're seventeen. You were born-"

"Dad...I'm eighteen."

"You know, I'm glad that bitch finally gave you back to your father."

"I’m glad I’m not the only one.”

"What do you mean, sweetheart?"

"Dad says that mom couldn't have been all that bad," I shrugged, "but he doesn't know what it was like living with her. He wasn't there when she forgot my birthday. He wasn't there when I learned how to ride a bike because my downstairs neighbors taught me. Wasn't there when mom pulled me out of school-"

"Your mom pulled you out of school?"

"Last year," I nodded, "she tried forcing me to go down with the corner with her, but once I told a neighbor, she got me a job under the table at a diner down the street. I got myself a fake ID and everything and started working a second job she didn't know about. Stashed some money away so that I could disappear when I turned 18."

"Sweetie."

I looked up at Gemma, putting my phone in my lap. She genuinely looked shocked at what I was telling her.

"What?"

"Baby, that's not okay."

"I'm fine," I admitted, "Dad tried to keep in touch. I remember he would call, and mom wouldn't let him talk to me. She'd just scream about money...and he'd tried to visit a few times...but he always sent me a birthday gift. I knew he didn’t forget about me, and it made things a little more…bearable."

She looked sad as she focused back on the road. We didn't say another word until we pulled back into TM. When we got out, she ordered the prospect to get my bags.

She truly had bought me a lot, saying that dad would foot the bill later. But part of me knew she wouldn't give dad the bill. He looked like he was barely making it by as it was.

I mean, I know mom took everything from him, but it didn't seem like he ever stopped giving what he had left to me. As I walked into the clubhouse yet again, I saw dad sitting at the bar talking to Clay.

I ran up and wrapped my arms around him. He turned partially in his seat and smiled when he realized it was me.

"So we got the rest of the day together," he smiled, "been talking with the guys. They're gonna let us spend some time together. Only thing I got going on is church tomorrow evening."

"Church?" I laughed, "when did you become religious."

"It's what we call our little get togethers," Clay laughed, taking a swig of his beer, "We just have to get together and vote on some things."

"Oh," I laughed, "I was gonna say, dad was never religious."

"They're religious about their bikes," Gemma laughed, putting an arm around Clay. They greeted one another with a kiss, and she turned back to me, "did you wanna go back out with me? I have to run a few more errands so I can do dinner tomorrow night. You're coming to that, right?"

"Let Tiggy spend some time with his little girl," Clay laughed, wrapping an arm around Gemma and pulling her close, "who knows how long she'll still wanna spend time with her old man."

Just then a loud noise broke us from our conversation.

"What the hell was that?"

"Guys, you gotta see this!" Half sack said, running into the clubhouse, "something just exploded."

"WHAT?"

We all followed him outside.

It looked like it was a bit further out, but the noise was getting louder, and a second, even bigger explosion went off.

"Holy shit!"

"Oh my god."

I looked back to my dad, but he was already looking to Clay.

"That ours?"

"Shit," Clay hissed, nodding towards my dad, "call the boys. We've gotta get everyone here. NOW!"

Without another word, dad pulled out his cell phone and began dialling up numbers.

"What's going on, Gemma?"

"Looks like you're stuck with me, sweetheart," she sighed, "let's go back in and get you unpacked. Your dad's gonna be busy for quite a while."

"But wha-"

But I was cut off by a third explosion developing from the area. She sighed as she turned me around and led me back into the clubhouse like this was some everyday occurrence.

"Is this normal?"

"Well not that, exactly," she sighed as we walked back towards the dorms, "but there's always something going on in this town."

"I'd expect an explosion in Oakland, but not here," I admitted, “That’s crazy.”

Gemma shrugged, opening a door at the end of the hall. Walking in, I took note of what Gemma had already done to make it more acceptable for a teenage girl.

The bags were haphazardly dropped in the room by the dresser. On top of the dresser was a picture of me and dad with Missy. He was laying on a couch and Missy was laying on him, and a six-year-old me was snuggled up right alongside of her.

That was a few months before she died.

I think that was one of the last pictures dad had taken of us. Sighing to myself, I walked up, touching the frame.

"Your dad had his copy in his wallet," she said softly, "I borrowed it to make a copy so that you would have it."

"Dad had this in his wallet?"

"Yeah," she laughed, "on the back it says 'my girls' and it was dated 1998."

"Yeah," I smiled, "that was back at the house before mom left dad. They never tell you that you're in the good old days, you know. That shit always slips by and you never know it."

"Tell me about it," she laughed, "I remember 1998 so well. Jax was turning 20. They let him prospect for the club. It felt like he was still my baby boy."

"I'm sure he still is, Gemma."

"He'll always be my baby boy," she shrugged, "but you're right, sweetheart. Things have definitely changed since then."

Chapter 3

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Ch.86 - Mother's Touch

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Kiera and Baler meet whilst in the middle of a harsh goodbye.

"I don't know why I gotta do this shit." Bud grumbled as he got into the driver's seat of his truck.

Kiera giggled, getting into the passenger seat, "Because you're getting older, daddy. Somebody has to make sure you're okay inside and out."

"The only manhood I'll have left is my big toe after all of this is over."

"Good lord, dad. You complain just as much as Frankie," Kiera sighed, buckling her seatbelt. "It's just a colonoscopy."

"Least I'll be gettin' some good sleep."

"Finally, you're seeing a positive outcome." She huffed, pulling her phone from her jacket pocket to send her mother a text message to remind her that the children usually woke up hungry around eleven as well as seeing a text message Simon had sent her:

Today, 7:34 AM

Simon: I'm not sure what time I'll be home this morning love. We got a call that involves a kid and we're taking him to the hospital to get checked out. Fucked up shite. I'll see you soon. I love you

Today, 8: 16 AM

Kiera: I figured you had to work overtime. I'm taking dad to the hospital for his routine colonoscopy. He's not a happy camper. Mom is watching the kids while I'm gone. I'll see you at home. I love you baby

Once at the hospital in town, Kiera was escorted by one of the nurses after her father was wheeled away towards the operating room, stopping once she had laid her eyes on Simon attending a small briefing with his team to conclude their operation. She grinned, squeezing his bicep as she walked by, knowing that he hadn't felt her presence until she had walked by, unaware that he had kept his eyes on her after she walked by, his breath hitching of impatience as he hoped the briefing would end soon so that he could talk to her, mentally noting that she had gone outside to get fresh air instead of being in the waiting room, the pair knowing that she deeply had permanent anxiousness when it came to hospitals.

She sat on the bench outside, taking a deep breath before crossing her right leg over her left, waiting a few moments before hearing the door open, seeing Simon removing his balaclava and clutching it between his fingers as he took a seat next to her, his free hand cupping her knee. "Rough day at the office?"

"Rough is an understatement, love," He scoffed. "Captain said if the man dies, then they'll try to charge the kid for first-degree murder."

"Oh, shit. How old is he?"

Simon shrugged, "Fifteen I think. Just a kid."

"And if they sentence him, he'll be serving the rest of his life in juvenile detention. Unless they rule it as self-defense."

"I know, but that's only if the judge rules it as self-defense and if his father lives through. For a teenager, he beat that bastard pretty bad."

"Wow," Kiera sighed, wrapping her arm around his and leaning her head on his shoulder. "I hope it all works out for him."

"It all happens for a reason," He huffed. "Want me to stay here with you until your father gets out?"

"If you want to, babe," She smiled. "You know I'll never reject your company."

"I was hoping you'd say that. You'd just have to drop me off at the station so I can get my car."

"That's fine with me. I pass it anyway on the way home."

He smirked, turning his head to kiss her forehead, the pair ignoring the sound of the exit door opening. "Hey, Riley. Captain said he needed you to come with us to file paperwork."

Simon huffed, shooting Cook a glare for interrupting his and Kiera's moment, "Now?"

"No, he just told me to come and tell you while he and Chris are going to the car. Yes, now." Cook scoffed.

"If you had just as much common sense as you had sarcasm, maybe I wouldn't have to watch your six every time you storm through a building," Simon scoffed. "I'll be there in a minute."

"We'll be waiting on you."

"No, I figured you would've left me after telling me we needed to leave."

"Is he always this grumpy, Kiera?" Cook opened his arms.

"Not with me," Kiera shook her head. "Never has."

"It's because I know better," Simon corrected. "I'll meet you at the car. Just give me a minute."

"Captain said he wanted to see me bring you along. He knows you're distracted." Cook arched his brow. "So you won't mind me French-kissing my fiancé while I tell her how excited I am to be home?" He arched his brow sarcastically, knowing that Cook would finally leave him the hell alone when it came to spending time with Kiera.

"R-Right. I'll be inside."

"That's what I thought," He scoffed, standing to his feet before offering his hand for Kiera to take. "Well, so much for staying here with you."

She giggled, "It's okay, babe. I know you have work to do-"

"I do, but I was supposed to be off an hour ago. Now I'm just eager to get home and sleep after I greet you proper and get to spend time with our children." He sighed.

"Well, the doctor told me that his colonoscopy should be about an hour. After that and he spends some time in recovery, I should be home by noon."

"Okay, love. I'll probably be home before you."

"Don't forget that mom is watching them right now. She insisted on watching them while I took dad so that we could spend some time together."

"I'll pick them up when I get back to the ranch. I'll lay down when I know you get home."

She smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck as she pulled herself closer to him - as close as she could given his heavy tactical vest separated them even more, "I could use a power nap, too. I'll see you at home."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

He smiled into the kiss, his hands resting on her hips as he truly didn't want to say goodbye, but simply knew that it wasn't a goodbye, just a see you later.

Kiera sat on the bench outside, the smell of Simon's lingering cologne still on the sleeve of her jacket. She smiled at the thought, looking at the time on her phone to see that the operation was only a half-hour in. Scrolling through her photo album, she mused at how she was able to sneak so many pictures of Simon, her favorites being when he would have a simple baseball cap turned backwards on his head, when he'd be riding a horse learning how to cut off a steer or rope with her father's encouragement, when he'd tend to his children with a soft and loving touch.

"You-You got a cigarette?" A voice asked her.

She looked up from her phone, seeing a boy that looked to be in his teens, brown curly hair and brown eyes staring back at her. She could see he had been treated for his wounds, leaving only a stark bruise around his right eye and a split bottom lip.

"Sorry, kid. I don't smoke." She forced a smile, looking up at him.

"What happened to your face?"

His question pissed her off, any ounce of empathy fading for the boy in front of her. She scoffed, "What happened to yours?"

"My dad," He shrugged. "He's dyin' you know."

"Mine thinks he's dying, too. Except it's his pride that's dying. What's killing yours?"

The boy scoffed, "Heroin and bad luck."

"And I'm assuming you were his bad luck?"

"You're damn right, lady."

Kiera couldn't help but chuckle, seeing herself in the teen's words and attitude, except his demeanor reminded her exactly of Simon, somehow seeing an exact portal to how Simon was at his age. "What's your name, kid?"

"...Jonah..."

"For someone who was honest about beating the shit out of their dad, you're a bad liar when it comes to telling me your actual name."

He stuffed his hands in his pockets, looking down at his feet, "Baler. L-Like the-"

"Tractor attachment. I know," She grinned. "Easy to remember."

"Yeah..." He nodded, cautiously putting one foot in front of the other before sitting on the opposite end of the bench. "That man who was with you... He was the one who brought me in."

"I know," She assured him with a smile. "He told me."

"He doesn't seem like a man who tells a lot."

"He's not, but we tell each other everything."

"Is-Is that how it's supposed to be?"

It was then that Kiera recognized that Baler had never had any type of guardianship in his short fifteen years of life. "It is."

"Excuse me? Mr. Harrison? You should come with me." A nurse said, clipboard in hand.

"Am I in trouble?"

The nurse shook her head, "No, you're not in trouble. Are you a relative or friend in the family?"

Kiera's jaw dropped, knowing exactly what the nurse was trying to say without saying it at all.

"I guess I am now..." Kiera sighed, standing to her feet to follow Baler inside, sensing his nervousness.

They soon entered a room located in the Critical Care Unit, seeing a man around his forties on a ventilator. "Is-Is he dead?" Baler asked the doctor.

"Uh, no, son. We...We don't have any brain activity."

"So, he's dead?"

Kiera saw how the doctor didn't want to respond truthfully, not wanting to make the situation any harder on the young man. "You can tell him." Kiera nodded at the man, watching him sigh.

"I'm afraid there's a negative sign of brain activity. The...The only thing keeping your father alive at the moment is the ventilator."

Baler nodded, "O-Okay."

"Want me to give you some time?"

"He'd like that." Kiera spoke up, watching the doctor nod in agreement.

"I'll give you a few moments."

Kiera stood aside as she watched Baler take a deep breath, putting one foot in front of the other as he slowly approached his father's bedside, refraining from grasping his hand in one last attempt, "If only you weren't a piece of shit, I'd probably be upset in this situation right now," Baler whispered. "If only you weren't a piece of shit, I'd call you dad. But I'll tell you what you've always told me: you're a worthless piece of shit."

Kiera nodded, pursing her lips, impressed. "I like your style, kid."

"I don't have a style." Baler scoffed.

"Well, you have a way you say things."

"I say what comes to mind," He shrugged, forcing away the tears welling in his eyes. "Shit happens, I guess."

Kiera watched as he shook his head, shrugging his shoulders as he looked the opposite way away from her worried gaze. He couldn't help the quiet whimper that left his lips. He wasn't crying due to the loss of his father, but the loss of a once-father - a man he remembered to only show affection when he was a child - that loss. She frowned, reaching out to place a comforting hand on his shoulder.

A mother's touch.

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I do all of these by ear and I have a habit of not always understanding british accents very well, so some things may not be 100% accurate. There's also a lot of stuttering in this scene, which I didn't transcribe to a T

[CAR NOISES]

FELIX

I really like Disneyland Paris, I mean - it's not like 'proper Disney' but it's still 'really fun Disney'? And it's still got the rides and you still get to cuddle Goofy? And I really love Goofy. And…amazingly I told Ty that I wanted a day at Euro Disney and he said 'why not have two? Go and explore, Fe!' - Felix FELIX my name is FELIX, Ty! - 'Go and explore, Fe! Have a lovely time!'

So I did. And, and it was marvelous. Today will be less marvelous. After the M25, I have to drive down the A320 to go past six ways roundabout, down wood lane, and then down a little side road is my mother's house.

And in four minutes time, my mother is going to set out for the news agent. Because she believes the very greatest news is fresh news. She likes to be the first person through the door, getting the paper. And then she likes to call me about it for an hour. And then complains that I haven't read the paper yet.

So I got that to look forward to. But, first. I am six minutes away from Mum's house and she's going to leave the house in three minutes time. So I'm going to call her and tell her I am nearby. Tell her to stick the kettle on. And tell her the news couldn't wait. And we will have a lovely chat. /Oh boy, sure/.

Let's see how we go* (not sure if this is 100% accurate)

[PHONE RINGS FOUR TIMES, THEN SOMEONE PICKS UP. A MALE VOICE ANSWERS]

MAN

8732, good morning?

FELIX

Oh sorry, I am, I think I got the um, the wrong number. Um, it's- sorry, what number did you say?

MAN

8732, hang- hang on, is that Fe?

FELIX

Fe? This is Felix?

MAN

Fe. Fe what are you doing (Felix begins saying 'who' but is cut off), it's nearly six o'clock in the morning, why're you calling so early?

FELIX

Sorry who's who's that? Who's that?

MAN

(incredulous laugh) Fe, Fe it's Dad.

FELIX

Dad? (he tries to say something else a few times but fails)

FELIX'S DAD

Fe, is everything okay? You sound… you don't sound yourself.

[FELIX COUGHS AND KEEPS STAMMERING. HE SOUNDS BOTH DISTRESSED AND INCREDLOUS AS HE KEEPS TALKING]

FELIX

I am- I- I am- I've- I've got the… I've got the day off. I'm- I'm nearly home!

FELIX'S DAD

Sorry, you're nearly home? As in, as in this home?

FELIX

I'm nearly- I'm nearly…there with… there with you, Dad! Um, sorry-

FELIX'S DAD

That's great, Fe, um, I'll put the kettle on. It'll be lovely to see you, I haven't seen you for a while now, uh… I'm glad you're coming, actually, because I was woken up about five minutes ago by this very odd chap called Ty, I believe his name was-

FELIX (INTERRUPTING)

Ty- TY?!

FELIX'S DAD

He said he was your boss? I was hoping you'd be able to shed some light on what he said to me. Very, very odd guy-

FELIX

He called you- he called you five minutes ago? Five minutes ago, he called you? He called you?

FELIX'S DAD

…that's right, yes? …is everything okay?

FELIX

(after some more stammering) It's fine- no, it's fine, Dad, it's fine, I, um, I… (he doesn't bring the words out)

FELIX'S DAD

Fe, do you, you sound very distressed, are you, are you okay, are you driving?

FELIX

I'm fine I'm five minutes away, Dad … (his dad begins to say something but Felix cuts him off) Is Mum there, Dad?

FELIX'S DAD

…Fe, what do you mean?

FELIX

Mum, is she there? Is she with you?

FELIX'S DAD

(sighs) Fe-… Fe, Mum's dead, you know this. I'm very worried about you, you- you really don't sound well. If you're driving, please be safe. Please get here soon.

FELIX

(more stammering) I- I'll be there- I'm five minutes away, Dad. I- I've got to go, I- Dad, I love you, I'll see you soon, okay? Bye (he repeats this several times)

FELIX'S DAD

(overlapping) I love you too, be careful, okay?

FELIX

(is clearly upset, starts sobbing after he hangs up)

Ty- Ty, what on Earth have you done?!

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Drabbles: Steve Harrington- Mother's Day

Steve always had a hard time during Mother's and Father's Day, but the kids came along. Dustin and the gaggle of kids that followed along with him.

He took pride in the fact that Dustin and his friend would gather around together at his abandoned home with gifts that were wrapped with care. He loved that they care for him just as much as he cared for them. The smiles and the laughter that filled a rather empty house made him able to breathe even if only lasted until a concerned mother or father called the house phone.

The first year was a grand party that was somehow planned and happened all without Steve knowing. Dustin had called way in advance and asked about Steve picking all of the rascal kids up. "Steve, can you pick us up from school today?" The line was always crackly. The old phone booth that sat outside of the high school. Steve rolled his eyes and took the bait. "Sure is it all of you guys?" A hum was all that went through the phone line. "Kay make sure you're all there I'm not waiting for any of you guys." That was the end of that phone call.

That afternoon Steve rolled up, parked, and waited. Not for long of course when the six of them came walking out. Steve was quick to hail them over to his car. Dustin was the first one in and the passenger door opened. "I thought I said no…" But then all the kids were in the car and waiting for Steve.

They returned to his house, and it didn't long for an excited Dustin to drag all of his young friends and his (let's be an honest older brother from another mother) into the living space. Dustin was the first to speak.

"Soo… we got you some gifts..." It was met with silence from Steve as he took a quick glance around the room. "Gifts for what?" He asked he had no clue what these kids were up to and sometimes that was downright scary.

"For Mother's Day dumbass." Max quipped, Steve's face showed the exact emotion he felt in his head. "What? I'm not… You guys aren't even my kids. I'm more like your glorified babysitter. "All the kids scoffed, and then the gifts came out, some wrapped in bags, and others in boxes. All stuff that Dustin had heard that he needed or wanted since he wasn't able to go get himself.

Then you came along.

God, you are the light of his life, yeah sure he loves the kiddos, but you are something different. Bright has the sun and a smile of gold. You are beautiful to him, so after several years of dating, and courting that took you only a few seconds to realize he was about to get on his knee and ask you to marry him.

That Mother's Day was different for him in all sorts of ways. He had come home from work early, and even though you weren't a mother he still wanted to make it special. He came in and saw you sitting at the kitchen table with a box sitting in front of you and eyes filled with tears he was automatically worried.

"what's wrong? What happened?" Steve mumbled as he lowered himself to sit beside you. "I… We… I'm pregnant." The words fell from your mouth and his heart stopped, along with his hand that was on your back. "What?" "I'm pregnant Steve, your gonna be a dad, and I'm not prepared to be a mom neither of us is." You blubbered out as the tears started.

"Honey, breathe for a second, In through your nose, and out through your mouth. Do it with me." Steve whispered, as his hand on your back started up again. You breathed together, and when he felt it was right he returned to the box that was sitting in front of you.

"I think it's very cute." He whispered to you. Your brows furrowed, "What why?" You muttered as you turned to look at him. "To find out that you are pregnant on Mother's day only makes this day ten times more special then I was going to make it, and we both, especially you will make a wonderful, beautiful mother to our kiddo." All of his words were said in confidence.

Completed on: 05/14/2023

Posted on: 05/14/2023

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