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lovee-infected · 4 years

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Hi there! How would the twst boys react to their s/o being slapped by Eliza 😂. Thanks for feeding us the wonderful headcanons! 💜

I love writing for such brilliant ideas , enjoy !

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle goes blank for a second , unsure what to say or how to react : Half of him wanted to act in and condemn ghosts for their arrogance to lay a hand on you but on the other hand , he knew that he didn't have the right to ; It was their brides choice and she did have the right to do it - which wasn't really pleasant -

You give him a sad look , expecting a show of mercy of sympathy , but he didn't move an eyebrow

You run to a silent corner to cry , and he comes after you . Riddle gives you a hug and apologizes that he couldn't help anything back then

He criticizes your movements as well , how you didn't present yourself properly and why Eliza could've changed her mind

But in the end ; he gives you a small reminder : " Perfect or not , know that you're enough for me ,"

Trey Clover

He got slapped himself so he understands how the world flashed before your eyes for a second

You look a bit down about failing so easily while you were trying to help ; but so did Trey . You get each other on that point

He barely notices it but he literally doesn't know how to flirt , but he tries his best to cheer you up "Ah don't give me that face ! At least you were waaay better than me,"

Well , maybe you weren't such an overly perfect being but neither was Trey , he was just an ordinary guy you'll get to see everyday ; not a stunning prince . It seems like the two of you come from a rather similar level

Perhaps that's why the two of you get along pretty well

Cater Diamond

You didn't expect him to even put his phone down for you but he eventually did ; you find it pretty odd to see him this eager about anything without wanting to share it via Internet , but it also means that he does care for you

He doesn't bother touching your cheek and asking if it hurts

He plants a small kiss on your blushing face and then goes salty again : " So glad that she didn't get you , means you're still all mine ! "

He brings up his phone and before you could've recognized , takes a selfie of him kissing an all shocked you . You beg him to delete it but he isn't listening , but he insures you that this one's a private issue so he won't post it ; perhaps the first selfie he isn't going to share anywhere

Ace Trappola

Trey and Riddle grab his body and mouth before he could do something stupid , how dare she , how dare she slaps you !?

Ace ws already tired of this drama with the hopelessly romantic bride , and you were the final shock .

" SHE IS A HUNDRED TIMES BETTER THAN Y-" Ace tries to shout at Eliza but Riddle grabs him by collar and puts a hand on his mouth : "YOU IDIOT WHAT ARE YOU..."

You come to calm him down , insisting that it's really nothing important , you didn't care . He still seems to be really pissed off at Eliza : " Huh , does she really think that she's any big deal ? My- girls are really crappy sometimes ,-"

Ace refuses to believe that you don't feel any offended so he pulls you to his embrace and keeps on sending you positive vibes non-stop : " You're gorgeous (y/n)! I mean it ! You're smart , talented , dignified ..."

Deuce Spade

He is low-key happy that you two join him at the losers bench . At least you won't now see him as the awkward loser he was in front of Eliza ; not too much to say

"So you too got slapped ?" he tells you he has no idea how to start the conversation

He knows that he is supposed to do something better but he is just blank about it

One half of him wants to hug you and tell that it's fine , then ask if you think he's awkward or something . But the other half just doesn't know what to say

He says that you two must learn some social skills together , that's the most he can do to flirt now : He soft boy

Leona Kingscholar

He actually doesn't mind insulting you a little for getting slapped . He's pissed off himself so he appreciates teasing you

From putting on a cocky smile and smirking to playing with you using sarcastic words

His very last sarcasm seems to be the worst : " I can say that you are way lower than royal standards ,"

But he puts a different end to his words : "...But since I as well got rejected , I guess we're now rejected mates ,"

Is it his sarcastic way of saying a small "I love you" ? Yes it is

Ruggie Bucchi

He didn't bother to come and try proposing , but wasn't expecting for you to try either . He lets out one of his Hyena-like giggles and comes to you

" Was that bride this savage ? Then I'm thankful that I didn't show up ! " he sneakers

He disappears for a second and comes back with an ice-pack : " Geez , it's my third time doing it today . Come over ," he tells you

He already did it for Leona and Jack because he was told to , but he is all ready to give you all those services and more to you

He does enjoy teasing you , but nursing you in situations like this is another hubby of him , after all you're an exception

Jack Howl

He kinda feels guilty about you getting slapped ; he shouldn't have let you tried it anyway . The possibility of you making it was low and you weren't a NRC student anyway

He knows that everyone else were the same but when it was you who got slapped right in front of everyone , he fears it being an issue

He quickly checks on you to see if you're fine and or need a doctor

He is a bit worried about your face swelling so he takes you school's nurse

On your way back , you thank him because of caring for you and he starts to blush and denies it all : " What do you mean ? It was nothing important . No need to thank ,"

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul grabs your hand , wishes Idia a happy marriage and the two of you leave the rest in the middle of chaos

He nags under the lips , telling how he wished others to let him turn her into a little clam

He telles you what an unfortunate soul Eliza is , not only did she die on her marriage day but she also lost perfect lover such as you

He doesn't care about the rest now , so he decides to leave them on their own and instead , have some free time with you

While you wear having some tea at mostrolounge , he shakes head and insults Eliza : " You are surely too much for her , my dear (y/n) . Ghosts always envy humans ; specially when it comes to someone as great as you ~"

Jade Leech

Eliza is now pretty odd to him , first she dislikes the flowers , and now , she rejects you ? Ghosts seem to be even weirder than surface creatures , he thinks

He understands the high standards required while choosing a partner , but you don't seem to lack anything ? How strange

He even cares to ask Eliza about what she might have disliked about you since you don't seem to have any problems , but he avoids it anyway because he isn't ready to get secondly slapped

He offers you a short walk with a bright smile , and you accept

" Miss Eliza surely has weird standards , (y/n) sweetie . You were perfect enough to win ,"

Too bad Crowley insists on them respecting their ghost visitors as long as the stay , Jade is really encouraged to give them a lesson . But uh , he has to have a hold of himself as Octavinelle's vice dorm leader

" Too bad she is dead , flowers would have had an interesting effect if she weren't ," he sighs

Floyd Leech

This bride is getting on his nerves , loud , dumb , in love with a blue , awkward chicken and finds silly excuses to reject everyone proposing to her. If she weren't dead , Floyd would wish her to be . Some brats are better dead

He doesn't see any need to spoil you , but he decides to spill somevtea since it was you " Don't worry shrimpy . You may not be perfect , but she's worse than you , " he flirts .He gives you a tight hug and squeezes you , rambling that it's because Eliza didn't let him do that

He actually finds the red mark on your face cute , saying that it makes your skin color just similar to a shrimp .

He can't help loving your -shrimp-like face - and so , he lowers his head and gives it a small kiss

Vil Schoenheit

If Eliza were alive , Vil would love it now to burn her alive in a huge dig of poison . Or maybe feed him to the dogs , both seem nice

He gently holds your face within his hands and carefully looks at the mark Eliza left behind

He curses under the lips and then pulls you into a soft hug : " Don't mind her love , lowly creatures are unworthy of true beauty , don't let their though bring you down," he mumbles

He absolutely hates being disrespected like this , so he leaves it to Rook and Epel ; though he doubts them being any helpful

He takes you to Pomefiore for firstly , making sure that your slapped face won't swell and then , giving you a full day spa . From extreme showers to putting on your makeup

When you're done , he stares at you through the mirror and smiles : " What an idiot she was to lose this stunning beauty of yours ,"

Rook Hunt

This bride keeps fascinating him , first Vil and now you ? Good god , she is pathetic

Rook really looks up to both of you as a symbol of beauty , grace and in general , perfection . Seeing the two of you being insulted like this is a real pitty

He is being relied on as one of the only four guys who didn't get slapped so he sadly doesn't have much time to comfort you now ; so he comes up with a new idea :

He asks you to give him the pleasure and be his : Bride model ; he has got plenty of tricks up his sleeve , but he still needs to practice them on someone

His long and beautiful poem which was hiding an I love you within its words , and his brilliance ways of winning one's heart leave you speechless ; not ever imagining that he might be this much of a romance man

He practices literally anything he was planning to do with you , and then comes up with the final words : " Dearest (y/n) , would you give me the honor of being your servant of love for eternity ? "

Epel Felmier

You got...what ? Epel was a normal guy at least in his own opinion , Vil senpai was surely beautiful but...not perfect either . But why you ? You didn't seem to have any specific problems . He doesn't like this thing with proposing anyways , so he was hoping someone , specially you , to succeed before he has to...

He is supposed to be practicing dos and don'ts of being a perfect groom , but he just can't do it without checking on you

He comes to you and gives you a tight hug , asking if you're alright

He confesses that he as well is now really scared since he has never even kissed a girl before , but he's going to try his best and put an end into this

He isn't the best of his own , but if a prince on a white horse is what this Ghost needed , he is going to make it , and prove it to you that he can

Kalim al asim

He doesn't know what is going on when you face him with your half red face , he gasps and worriedly starts asking questions : was there a fight ? Did you get hurt ? Was someone trying to bully you ? Who on earth had dared to do this to you !?

You explain the whole issue with he ghost bride and how almost everyone got slapped , making him calm down a bit

He now wants to have a word with this bride , it's rude to slap people just because you don't like them and that really bugs Kalim

Jamil stops him by reminding that it's none of Scarabia's business and as the dorm leader , he has to stay here taking care of more important stuff

Kalim has to agree but he isn't quite satisfied , but he comes up with another way to cheer you up :

" Imagine you're the bride and I'm proposing to you , let's see if I get slapped or not ! "

Jamil Viper

Just as Kalim , he can't imagine why you got slapped for at first but when you explain , he chills a bit

Most of the brides Jamil know gave in to marriage after being given tons of gold and jewelry , but since it is with a ghost , he wondered what might actually attract her. Princesses have to marry people from the same level as themselves , probably a prince or someone pretty rich ; so he isn't really fascinated that you and others all got slapped

He can't help it much , but perhaps insulting all other guys losing their chance is something he would appreciate talking about . It isn't clear if he wants you to feel better by neglecting every other guy or is just trying to chill a bit ; anyways it's joyful for you to talk and having him spending some time with you alone

Idia Shroud

Idia is locked inside the room ,, but he hears sound of you trying to propose to Eliza . His feeling are a bit complicated , both hopeful that Eliza would give up on him because of you and jealous of Eliza , whom you proposed to. No one's here to see him can freely admire your beautiful words coming one after one , and then an unexpected sound : You got slapped

Idia now has lost both his very last hope to get freed and his temper : His hair is slightly turning read . This crazy bride made him lose the global championship league of his favorite video game (since he was tied up by her ) and now slaps you !?

His thoughts are really wild now , especially because of how he can't do anything at all . He wishes he could see you and tell how beautiful and great he thinks your proposal was , hopeful that it'll make you smile

You still went out of his way and tried to free him , and that was more than enough for Idia . All he wishes is to see one more time and get to tell how he feels for you♥

Ortho Shroud

This ghost : Kidnapped his brother and now , slaps you

Who says robots can't feel anything ? Because now , Ortho is mad

He really does want to hack all of NRC's servers and share pictures of ghosts who dare kidnapping and insulting students without the principal doing anything . That'd be an end to Mr Crowley's career but since he isn't doing anything serious , he deserves it

You apologize him because of failing to save his brother , but he just gives you a hug telling how scared he is

You and Idia are the most important people in his life , he just can't stand having you hurt . Not even imagining what he might do if he loses any of you

Malleus Draconia

He wasn't there to recognize this any sooner , but Lilia and Sebek did tell him everything .He shouldn't show up in front of any other students (because they might spoil his real name ) and shouldn't show up in front of any ghosts (because they may catch him and force him to propose ). He was thinking of meeting you in front of ramshackle drom ; your regular corner but since there as well is haunted by the ghosts , he can't help but to wait for this drama to cool down

When you finally return to Ramshackle dorm in the middle of the night , your unexpected guest , tsuno-tarou , is waiting for you

You are suspicious that you didn't see him at all today , so he explains that due to some reasons he couldn't make it . He says hat he doesn't really know what had happened since he stayed in dorm all day , so you go on telling everything from the very beginning . He already knows everything but wants to hear it all from you one more time . He likes to see what they all might've looked like into your eyes . When you're done telling him the story , he giggles and asks one more question ; just curious to see how you'll answer : " So didn't you try proposing , or did you as well get slapped...?"

Lilia Vanrouge

This day was getting more and more complicated... First getting rejected for being too cute and having his 500+ year reputation ruined like this and now , you being the second to get slapped ; this isn't fair

He can help but to let his tears fall , if he's too cute then it's fine for him to cry . Sebek and you freak out in fear of him being through some sort of serious pain or injury , then he just laughs and tells you that he's alright . He just needed to comfort himself but freeing those tears

He doesn't see any need of today getting worse , so he doesn't mind flirting a bit . He jokes on whatever you rejected for not being more frustrating than being too cute and laughs

He thinks that you may like to talk more , so he brings up a more interesting issue : His hundred years experience with women

You are fascinated at how many times he has joined ladies for dances or drinking , yet has never been on a serious relationship

He's actually trying to spill more tea of his low experiements with relationships , hopeful that you get his point

Silver

You return along with Lilia and Sebek. , all of having half of your face red . Silver wasn't there to know what was going on or why Sebek is shouting at him for being a coward not trying to propose like a real man . Poor boy is just blank

Lilia takes Sebek along with him and leaves the two of you alone , so you start telling everything over . He tries his best to hide his laugh at the point where Sebek got slapped but he failed , then Lilia and finally , you

You tell him that you really feel frustrated about failing others and not being good enough , but it makes Silver gently laugh : " Well , from Leona Senpai to Mr . Vil , they all got slapped one by one , doesn't it sound a bit weird ? "

You surely don't get hos point so he continues : " When someone keeps rejecting everyone one by one , it means that they don't really know what they want. They're seeking perfection ; but no one's ever perfect enough for them . Through lovers would still love each other aside lacking too much on their own , and that's what makes their love last : They complete each other "

His words really move you and make you ask how he can tell all these words so beautifully

He gives you small smile and adds : " Well , it's because I've experienced it all with you "

Sebek Zigvolt

Having both master Malleus and you insulted on the same day : This is too much !

You shouldn't have been the one forced propose while others like Silver were laying comfortably on a sofa dreaming of rainforests and colorful birds , it wasn't your right !

He doesn't even ask , he immediately takes you to the nurse office to put a stick on your slapped face . You insist that it's be too much but he isn't listening

He then , apologizes for about an hour for not talking you out of something that wasn't even your duty and promises that there won't be a next time on it

You really get concerned at how stressed out this boy suddenly gets over nothing , so you cut him off by pulling yourself to his embrace and giving him a hug . He freezes at first , but then relaxes and hugs back

" Promise that I'll never let you down (y/n) , never"

♦♥♠♣

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fairestwriting · 3 years

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title: white to red

word count: 2223

summary: You’ve been invited to one of Heartslabyul’s famous Unbirthday Parties, Riddle wanted you to help him with inspecting the other dorm members’ activities even. You use that as an opportunity to get Che’nya to come so you could spend some time together, but that ends up not going too well...

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The Heartslabyul dorm’s garden is lively as ever. Blue skies blanketing over the scenery, sun shining brightly as the few, cotton-like clouds seemed to open their arms to introduce it. The wind blows gently, the leaves of the trees and bushes sway along, dancing to the lovely tune of the spring.

Following the tradition, today Riddle Rosehearts, Heartslabyul’s current crimson ruler, had picked a random date where none of the members’ birthdays took place — Today, in this case — to hold one of their famous Unbirthday Parties. And so the outdoors is decorated not only with the half-finished setup of the event, but the rush of a multitude of students.

The roses must be painted red, the queen had ordered. And so his subjects completed the task, some collared and some not, some chattering with their friends and some complaining about the ache in their limbs from reaching upwards, bringing pure white petals to bright red.

The party must be immaculate, after all. Just as the queen said.

Although in the bushes, hid a lone troublemaker, a flash of warm purple and shiny piercings on pointed ears, ready to taint the symphonic chaos of Heartslabyul’s event…

But, well, you didn’t mind that he was here. On the contrary.

He was invited.

“Prefect, have you checked on Spade and Trappola?” The crimson ruler’s voice comes into play, high heels crushing emerald-green grass. A couple years ago he might have held some papers, lists of regulations to follow for the Unbirthday Parties, but now, he knew all of them by heart.

“Hmm, not yet, no.” You respond. Riddle’s face contorts slightly, eyes narrowing. Vague displeasure. Though you’re pretty sure it’s not at you, Riddle wouldn’t have assigned you the task of helping him with the inspection if he didn’t believe you to be a responsible person. “I’m sure they’ve learned their lessons from last time, though.” You offer him a chuckle.

“That’s what we’ll see now. Would you follow me?” Riddle says, making polite eye contact. You don’t have a reason not to comply, strolling across the beautiful garden by his side. “Trappola specifically… just seems to never learn his lesson.”

“Aw, I’m sure he’s trying his best.” You say, though you’re not sure of it yourself, really. Riddle shakes his head with a sigh. “...well, maybe not, but he’s got a good heart.”

“Trappola has so much potential, yet he keeps refusing to just follow the rules…” Riddle grumbles, maybe mostly to himself.

Walking your path, you finally reach the rose bushes that your so-called friends were assigned to — And you come to find that out of all the reactions a student could have to being tasked with painting the rose bushes, Ace was of the collared, constantly complaining kind, and Deuce was the quieter, diligent one who on occasion told Ace off about regarding his complaining.

“Here they are.” Riddle says, unenthusiastic.

“...they’re working, right?” You say, narrowing your eyes at the duo. Neither had noticed you yet. Riddle takes a couple steps closer, straightening his posture even more (You didn’t know such a thing was possible) to face Ace.

“Trappola, care to explain why you’re whining instead of painting?” He queries, you take tentative steps towards Riddle to watch the scene closer. Just doing your job as a fellow inspector, really!

...you can’t help but give Ace a sympathetic smile and shrug. Sorry, Ace, I’m not defying your dorm leader.

“My arm hurts!” Ace complains, the turn of his head couldn’t possibly feel comfortable against that collar… “C’mon, prefect, can’t you release me just to do the rose painting?”

“You’re the one who chose to broke the rules, now you suffer the consequences.” Riddle states, then turns his gaze to Deuce. “Spade, you’re… doing okay, actually. Keep up the good work. You should improve as your magic gets better.”

“Ah, thank you so much, Prefect…!” Deuce’s eyes are wide upon the praise, he stops his painting for a second to bow to Riddle. Ace looks annoyed in the background. “I will continue to do my best!”

“Sure you will.” Riddle adds, and continues his walk, followed by you. “Frankly, these two…”

You take a couple more steps, before Cater hops into the scene. “Prefect— Prefects! I finished my rose painting quota!” He announces with a smile. Riddle hums in acknowledgement.

“Good job, Cater. Do move on to your next task.” He says. Cater winks, fingers positioned into a peace sign next to his opened eye.

“Sure, sure. Just gimme a minute, though — Prefect, can I take a selfie with you? I love what you did to your hair today, it looks so cute!” Cater chimes. You blink, a surprised hand touching your own hair for a moment, but you smile.

“Ahh, thank you! I’ve gotta help Riddle with the inspection, though.” You say. It’s a shame, really, Cater takes nice pictures. “But we can do it later! Pinky promise.”

“Aww, that’s a shame. It’s alright, though! I’ll be sure to ask for that later.” He sing-songs, and with one of his signature bright smiles, he hops away. You wave at him with a short giggle.

“So troublesome…” Riddle is mumbling.

You’re almost at the tea garden — When you almost cause a tragedy by bumping onto Trey clover, whose sleeves were rolled up as he carried a big, bright red strawberry tart.

“Careful there!” Trey warns, Riddle almost trips on his shoes trying to step back. He looks down at the two of you, smiling wryly. “Did you get distracted by the tart? It looks pretty good, I know.”

“I-I did not!” Riddle protests, flustered. “It… does look good, though.”

“You’ve really outdone yourself this time, Clover-senpai.” You praise. It’s true! The glaze on the fruits was brighter than ever. You could only imagine how sweet it tasted.

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t forget you have to wait until the party to taste it. But I do hope you like it.” He says, giving you a smile as he walks away, and you do too.

“I didn’t get distracted…” Riddle mumbles again, and you reach the garden, your formal venue for the tea party, vacant since it wasn’t time to set down the dishes yet. “Oh, we’re here.”

“Yup!” You confirm. “So were people doing good today?”

He shrugs. “It was better than the last one. Acceptable, I’d say.” Is his response, before he takes a brief moment to probably go over his mental list of tasks. “I have to check the insides of the building now, to make sure nobody’s trying to slack off. You’re… done with your duties, so you can stay here as long as you don’t cause a ruckus. Though I doubt you’ll do that.”

“Yes, your majesty.” You reply with a smile. “I’ll wait here, I can help with the table when it’s time.”

Riddle’s expression softens. “That would be appreciated. Thank you, Prefect. You’re a kind person.”

He says that, and then he leaves.

You’re left by yourself in the quaint tea garden, rocking back and forth on your heels as you look around at the perfectly cut bushes, the soon to be beautifully set table.

Or, rather…

“Che’nya, dear?” You call out. Anyone who walked by might think you’re crazy, talking to absolutely nothing. But you knew he was here, you could sense his presence. An amused smile appears on your face. “They’re gone now, you silly cat.”

“Meow?” Your hear Che’nya’s voice, the mimic of a meow, and you look around for the source — Until you see him up on a tree, laying on his stomach over a thick branch, grinning at you as his tail swishes around playfully. “There are no cats here. You’re seeing things.”

“Sure I would, with how my cute kitty boyfriend just drives me so crazy. ” You joke, answering his grin with a giggle and a smile, reaching out towards the tree. “C’mon. I’m done with my stuff, now, so we can hang out here.”

“Now that’s an offer I can’t refuse.” Che’nya chuckles, and he hops off the tree, cleanly landing on two feet — A cat, alright — before he takes the hand you’ve offered him, pressing a playful kiss to it. “Hey, how about I take you away from this place? Away from this tyrant of a queen?”

Through your hand, he pulls you closer. Che’nya’s mischievous grin never falters, decorating his face like the strawberries to a tart. Near him, you can’t help but laugh, feeling his other hand on your waist as he holds you like you’re a princess, his princess.

“To ride off into the sunset together?” You ask, smiley. “I never thought you were the princely type.”

“I can be anything, y’know.” He says. “For you at least!”

“Well, I like you best just like this.” You chuckle at him, making him smile bigger as he wraps his arms around you tighter, pulling you into a hug—

But then you hear a paint bucket drop.

“...is that an RSA student?” An unfamiliar voice asks with an edge to it, you step away from Che’nya to see who it was — A boy with messy black hair, you hadn’t seen him before.

“Oops.” Che’nya laughs with a hint of nervousness to it. “That’s my cue to leave, meow! See ya later— ”

“No, you stay right there!” The boy snaps, and for some reason, Che’nya freezes in place. “What the hell are you doing here?”

It’s like the air around you suddenly gets cold.

“I— ” Che’nya mutters to himself. “Can’t move?”

The student barks out a laugh. “Well, yeah, that’s my unique magic.” He informs. “I’ve been waiting to catch you here somewhere. You come here for every Unbirthday Party, don’t you?”

“H-Hey, man, come on, they don’t have any rules against that, right?” Che’nya asks, still completely still, standing up straight with his arms glued to the sides of his body. “I’m friends with your dorm leader, y’know! And it’s not like I’m here for too long.”

“You’re still in RSA. Do you have any idea what your school’s done to NRC students?” Taking steps closer, the student eyes at Che’nya dangerously. They’re about the same height, but he’s still sizing him up. You’re ignored in your shock, standing a couple feet away with wide eyes. You can’t believe the sight in front of you. He’s attacking your boyfriend? “You know what happened a couple years ago, when my older brother went here? During a Magift match, he got his knee broken and now he can’t play anymore at all. He lost his chance to make it big because of you!”

Che’nya laughs dryly, though his eyes still dart around. “I did that?” He questions, and you see how he spasms lightly, struggling against the spell. “That’s got nothing to do with me, come on!”

“I don’t care. It’s about what your school stands for— ”

Someone’s threatening Che’nya? They’re about to hurt him? And just like this, for a reason that doesn’t make any sense?

No, not on your watch.

It happens like a flash — The adrenaline hits your brain like a bullet, kicking you into motion. Air thinning, growing cold, nothing but that simmering rage in your blood — and suddenly you have that boy lifted up by his shirt, fist clutching the front of his shirt.

Your heart races with the anger.

“Excuse me,” You start, voice lowering, a waver to its edge. “What exactly made you think you could talk to my boyfriend like that?”

“H-He’s…!” He stutters. His eyes are so wide, skin ghostlike pale. “What the hell is wrong with you? He’s from RSA! Do you think you get anything protecting people like this?”

God. This idiot — Your grip on the shirt tightens, you feel how he tenses under your surprising strength. Something about how he looks at you, so terrified, just gives you this sort of rush. The satisfaction of justice.

This is what he gets for trying to hurt Che’nya.

“I don’t listen to scum like you.” You snap, and you — Raise your hand. To slap him, punch him, do something worse? You’re not exactly sure. But the adrenaline courses through you so fast, spiking even higher when you’re about to do it and…

You feel your wrist being grabbed.

“It’s okay. I can move now.” Che’nya’s voice brings you back to reality, and your grip on the boy’s shirt loosens. Suddenly he’s heavy to hold up, you drop him on the grass with a loud noise as you blink yourself back into full consciousness.

You turn to look at him. His face is serious like it never is.

The boy you’d been holding up shrieks without a word, fumbling to get up and run away, steps rapidly crushing grass on his way. Che’nya releases your wrist, gently.

“I’m sorry.” You mutter. “He was so stupid. But I’m not gonna let anyone lay a hand on you, Che’nya.”

Che’nya keeps watching you with this unreadable expression. Is he angry? Scared? You can’t exactly tell. You curse that student for ruining your sweet spring afternoon.

(You promise yourself to get him again later. Magic or not, you’d make him pay— )

“It’s okay.” He says, quiet, and he grins again. Your heart does a leap — Che’nya’s gentle hands cup your face, fingers carefully treading through locks of your hair. “I’d do the same for you, yeah?”

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drazzilder · 3 years

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A Hellish Encounter

By Drazzilder

Chapter 30: Wedding Bells

It’s now June, Enji will be turning 44 in a few months and your 36. It’s wedding season and now it’s your turn to get hitched. After several months of planning and decisions, the time has finally come. Fuyumi and Sanji have planned the whole thing, without them nothing would have happened. You both decided something small would be best. You didn’t even know if you had family and Enji didn’t want the paparazzi all over it. It did take some time to decide a venue but you decided that your home would be best. There are only going to be around 20 guests and the yard is big enough for all of them. Plus, it makes it more intimate. Since he already was married in the traditional Japanese style, Enji decided on a more American wedding for you but you would have been happy with anything.

The day of the wedding couldn’t be more beautiful: perfect weather with clear skies. The ceremony starts at 4 but that’s not when your day starts. Sanji slept over the night before to make sure she was there to help Fuyumi with everything. The front door was non stop with people: florists, catering, cake delivery, rentals and more. You tried to help but was quickly pushed away. You decided to stay in the guest room while Enji was in his room. He liked the tradition of not seeing your partner before the wedding but he couldn’t help himself and texts you.

“I’m getting nervous.”

“You shouldn’t be texting me. What about the tradition?”

“I don’t care about that right now, I’m a little on edge.”

“Enji, you have nothing to worry about. It’s just 20 people who know you very well, half of them family.”

“I just want it to be perfect.”

“And it will be as long as you and I are there. Everything is getting taken care of, trust Fuyumi and Sanji.”

“But what if something goes wrong?”

“Nothing will go wrong, just relax please.”

“Fine. Why do you always have to be right?”

“Because I love you. Now go back to getting ready.”

The texts go silent as you are getting dressed. Yoshio is helping Enji get ready while All Might is helping you. It is funny seeing such a large man help you tie your tie and other things.

“You ready for the big day, (Y/N)?”

“I am, but I’ll admit after hearing Enji is nervous, it makes me a little on edge too.”

“Don’t worry, I AM HERE!” He says with a booming voice and a boasting smile.

“Yea I know, you are officiating the wedding.” You say rolling your eyes.

“You know back when I saw you at the hospital, I knew letting Enji take care of you was the best option.”

“Really?”

“I knew that you two would be good for each other. He acted differently around you, I saw something good forming. I didn’t see you two getting married, but that’s even better!”

“All Might, I never got to thank you for not arresting me at the stadium.”

“It’s the least I could do for a hero, and after hearing everything you do to save people, it makes it worth it.” He says putting both hands on your shoulders.

“Did you get in trouble with American officials?”

“Not too much, they knew that you were too powerful to be contained easily.”

“Do you think they are still looking for me?”

“I wish I could give you an answer, I really want to say no but I just don’t know. Anyway, it looks like you all set. Zaheer, what do you think?”

Zaheer comes outside of you. He is dressed in a perfectly fitted suit with red rose boutonnière. It’s weird seeing him with so much clothing on, plus you know he isn’t used to wearing shoes.

“I think he looks great. I just wish I didn’t have to wear this.”

“You agreed to walk me down the aisle, you knew what you were getting into.”

“Fine, but as soon as everyone leaves, I’m taking this off.”

“Do you think he will be nervous, Yoshio?”

“He is probably as nervous as you, now hold still.” He says trying to adjust Enji’s tie.

“I just want everything to go well.”

“And if it doesn’t everyone here will help, don’t worry so much. No wonder Sanji said you get worked up so easily. This isn’t even hero work.”

“I hope (Y/N) likes everything.”

“Knowing him, as long as your there, he is happy.”

4 PM sharp comes and Enji is standing next to All Might and Natsuo, the best man. Sanji, Fuyumi, and Yoshio are sitting with some other of closest sidekicks and heroes. Midnight and Hina even made it. Enji is wearing a black tuxedo with red tie and red boutonnière. He is about to break into a sweat from nervous energy but as soon as the violin starts playing, he finally sees Zaheer coming out and he steadies himself. When you come into view, he is speechless. You’re in a white tuxedo with red tie and a rose to match his. Even your shoes are perfectly white. It’s funny seeing your red tail coming out the back but he just can’t help staring at you. You just look perfect in his eyes, not a hair out of place: All Might does good work. As you and Zaheer walk down the aisle, you notice Enji getting a little blush on his face as you begin to approach him. Once next to Enji, he takes your hand and you both turn to face All Might. Enji is practically crushing your hand but you know he needs to do it.

“Thank you all for coming. We are gathered here today to witness the marriage of two great individuals, heroes in some eyes, parents in others, but none the less great. They would like to thank you all for coming, every single one of you means something special to them. You have brought them happiness, friendship, warmth and guidance throughout their relationship. Over their years together they have truly learned the meaning of love, family and friendship. Now, you may say your vows of love to each other.”

Enji goes first. “(Y/N), when I first saw you at the crossing, I knew you were special. Nothing in all of my life prepared me for everything you have done for me. You have brought me closer to my children, you have brought me love, you have showed me who I can really be. I wouldn’t be here with my family without you and nothing I say and ever show how much I love you for that.” He starts to choke up but continues. “You are my rock, my support, I can always count on you to be there, whether I ask for help or not. I may not be perfect but I love you, with all of my heart. I want to be with you for as long as this lifetime will let me. I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else.” He sighs, relieved to finally get that off his chest. He looks at you and you’re doing your best not to cry. He takes his thumb to wipe away one of the tears. “Now it’s your turn.” He says with the biggest smile.

“Enji, you are the reason I am here today. You not only saved me from my past but you gave me a future. That day I saw you for the first time, it gave me the energy to act, to move, to help others. You drive me, Enji. You are the reason I push myself, not just for you but to be a better me. It’s because of you that Zaheer stands behind me today, it’s because of you that I moved on from my past. Through our laughs and tears, we have fallen in love. I have seen you at your highest and your lowest and I love you all the more because of it. Your children have even come to accept me as part of the family. I know it might not be much to some, but having a family is something I have wanted for so long. I can’t thank you enough for it. I wish I could tell you I love you more, but I don’t know if that’s true.” You say as the tears have won the battle and start running down your face.

“Don’t cry (Y/N).”

“I’m sorry. I’m just so happy.”

“I don’t mean to interrupt but it’s time to exchange rings. Ring bearer, do you have the rings?” All Might interjects.

“I have the rings.” Shoto says as he walks down with the rings on a large pillow. As he approaches and you both take the rings for each other but something is off.

“Enji, why are there 3 rings?”

“You will see.”

“Ladies and gentlemen, we have a unique experience here. Zaheer, please stand next to (Y/N).” Zaheer moves next to you with a puzzled look. “Enji, would you please place the rings on (Y/N) and Zaheer.”

You look at Enji with confusion. “This might be strange to most people, but for those who know you will understand.” He takes your hand and then Zaheer’s. “I give you both these rings as a sign of my love. Zaheer is a part of you so I am marrying him as well. Not giving him a ring seems wrong.”

Now Zaheer has tears in his eyes at the gesture. You look at the ring to find that is a custom band that looked black before you put it on but then blue marbling forms on its surface when you put it on. Zaheer’s is the same but with red. “Only you two can make those rings glow, Hina helped make them.” Enji tells you.

You take the ring Enji has seen before. “I give you this ring to so you my love, Enji.”

“If there are no objections to these individuals being wed, then I proclaim you married. You may now kiss your husband.” All Might says with a smile.

The moment the two of you kiss, a box opens up and dozens of doves fly out. “Really, Enji. Doves?”

“I’m sorry, is it too much?”

“Coming from you, it’s just right.” As you kiss again.

Everyone claps and cheers as you two walk back down the aisle. Everyone then goes inside as the wedding crew works their magic. All Might congratulates you two and is happy that you both found love. Fuyumi and Sanji are busy making everything happen but they do manage to both give you a hug. Everyone just chatted while drinking wine and sake. Once the outside was ready again, you see why it took an army of people. All of the chairs have been replaced with round tables with beautiful table arrangements on each. The center of the yard has a temporary dance floor with lights all around.

“Enji, you didn’t have to do this much.” You say as Enji wraps his arm around you.

“I know but I wanted to. Anything for my little flame.” He says as he lands a small kiss on your head.

You two then sit at your table and enjoy the rest of the night. The food was some of the most delicious you ever ate. After dinner you cut the cake with Enji, it was small but was just adorable. You wanted to smash some cake on his face but you didn’t want Enji to catch his suit on fire. The dance floor was then full of fun the rest of the night. First Enji danced with you, slowly, taking every step with care like it was the first time holding you. He just whispered “I love you…” at the end of the song. He then danced with Fuyumi which you couldn’t help yourself and tear up. Seeing him now holding his daughter, which only a few years ago she couldn’t stand being in the same room as him, just makes you so happy. Zaheer then danced with you. It was kind of funny dancing with him, being over 3 feet taller than you but you both manage something graceful. The rest of the night goes by in a flash as it ends with just the two of you in the house. Sanji and Fuyumi planned it so you two had the night alone.

“As wonderful as this day was, I’m glad it’s over. What about you, Enji?”

“I’m just happy to finally marry you.” He says as he brings you in close.

“I know we are alone and all, but can we just cuddle the rest of the night? I am really tired and just being next to you is all I need.”

“That sounds nice right about now. Zaheer, did you want to join us?”

Appearing in a flash of red light. “I thought you would never ask.”

You all move to the bedroom which now has a fairly new larger bed. Zaheer lies down first then you lie down on the left half of his body, Enji taking the right. All 3 of you begin to hug, feel, touch, caress each other all over; just enjoying each other bodies and presence. Eventually you all start to tire as Enji holds you tight and Zaheer lays his giant arms over the both of you. The motion of Zaheer’s breathing lulling Enji to sleep first. Enji starts snoring but you actually have grown to love the sound. It might be loud and rough but there is something about it that comforts you. It tells you you’re safe, he’s there right next to you to protect you. After a while, his snoring and Zaheer’s rumbles put you to sleep.

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bang-and-a-blintz · 4 years

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A Little Extra

Deadass. I woke up the other night at like 4am because this idea popped in my head. Would’ve been nice for it to have been a dream but whatever (thanks a lot, subconscious) and I tried to write it instead. For some reason I can’t stop thirsting over Sasha but I also just want to give him a big hug so this ended up manifesting from that. And yes, I know his character is supposed to be a total twat but I still love him.

So here’s a little Sasha Mann/Reader oneshot that miiiiiight potentionally be more. I have lots of thots. 😇

Fandom: The Affair

Relationship: Sasha Mann//Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Warning: In the realm of smuttiness (basically just some not-so-dry humping)

Word Count: 3,504

~A Little Extra~

You've seen him on set a few times but never had the chance to be properly introduced, and it's not like you can just waltz on up to the lead actor, especially someone with as much prestige as Sasha Mann. No way. At least not when you just got hired fairly recently as an extra for the film. It had been a dream come true to finally be working on a real set in Hollywood and, not to mention, you always did have a little crush on Mr. Mann, so it was just a stroke of luck that you landed the same film.

Oh, how you wished you could go up to him and just say hey or something. Anything for the chance to hear him say your name with that charming accent and smile in that endearingly boyish way of his. But you feared the opportunity may have passed ever since he and that Helen woman split up. You had nothing against her, but the Sasha that walked into work now was a far cry from the man you remembered before the breakup.

Gone was the sweet and genial man who came in every day with a big grin on his face. Now, however, he was so easily irritated and ill-tempered, snapping at anyone who crossed his path.

He rarely smiled anymore and it saddened you.

Before, Sasha had always been kind to everyone working on set; he would make a point to take time out of his day to greet all of the cast members and crew. On several occasions, he treated the everyone to some wild nights out on the town. You knew the man must make a fortune, being an A-listed actor and all, but even still, catering to a group of fifty or more for all expense-free parties around town must add up eventually. But he never even batted an eye; it seemed like he just loved to see everyone having a good time. All in all, the guy was generally pretty friendly with anyone who crossed his path. At least as far as you could tell, but unfortunately, it didn't seem like that was the case as of late.

"Where the fuck is my coffee? And who the fuck has taken my robe?!" Sasha roared across the room and the chatter quietened a smidge. A few people scurried off while his assistant went over to him with the article of clothing in question.

"The coffee is brewing, sir."

"Brewing? Fucking hell, are you a witch cooking it up in a cauldron, hm? Ever heard of a goddamn Keurig? Well, I'll tell you, it's one of those funny little machines that have a rather conveniently placed button that when pushed, miraculously funnels out the magical fucking coffee!"

Yikes.

"Mr. Mann, it's broken." The guy looked bored with his boss and you had to give it to him for dealing with Sasha's little tantrum. He was acting more and more like a pretentious asshole every day and it was getting old.

You stood by and casually sipped on your cup of mint tea. They had just finished filming a scene with you somewhere off in the crowd and now you were just relaxing before they called wraps. Not wanting to be anywhere near Mr. Mann’s warpath, you shuffled around them and hoped no one would notice.

The last thing you needed today was to be caught up in that nonsense.

All of a sudden a hand gripped your arm, nearly spilling the tea everywhere, and pulled you in the opposite direction. It was the assistant director and he looked frantic. "Y/N, right? Well Rachel, the lead, you know, she's just called in sick and we have a super strict schedule today and it turns out that you look the part exactly so congrats to you. You get to be one of the big shots for a day! Sex scenes always get the talent agent's attention, so really, you’re probably getting the better end of the deal."

"Excuse me, did you say sex scene?" You stumbled a bit but his iron-like grip kept you upright as he plowed on forward towards the make-up department.

"Yes, you had signed the nudity rider that your agent had sent over to us stating that you would consent to any nude scenes that involved sexual activities, but not the actual act of sex itself, of course. This isn't porn." You begrudgingly remembered a conversation you had with your friend who had been sort of acting as your agent at the time. She insisted that these riders were simply a formality. She assured you that they were usually only for something like a pool party scene that would have you wear a bikini in the background or something of the sort. In this case, it seemed, you were getting the chance to do a sex scene with the main fucking character. "This is a very unique situation; normally we would not ask this of you, but seeing as time is of the essence and we are super behind schedule, we're going to have to make an exception today. Sasha just had to go through a fucking existential crisis in the middle of this movie. Set us back three goddamn weeks. Fucking prima donna."

No lie, though, you weren't even mad, and to refuse such a golden goose of an opportunity would be insanity. So you shook away the shock and squared up your shoulders as you let the man lead you into the makeup department. They touched up your face for the camera, even though no close-ups were going to take place, and fit you with a pair of skin-toned pasties accompanied by matching underwear.

After you were all dolled up to the assistant director's satisfaction, he unceremoniously dragged you the rest of the way to the set, opened a door, and tossed you into a room.

You tugged the silk robe tighter around your body and looked around warily; the scene had been made up to be like one of those super-cheesy-over-the-top romantic movies. An extravagant bed sat in the middle of the room surrounded by rose petals and candles, which made you a little nervous. It would be just your luck to accidentally knock one over and burn the whole place to the ground.

"Hello, who are you? This is a closed set." Sasha's deep voice cut through your internal monologue causing you to notice his presence and looked up at him. He was tall. Really, really tall. You swallowed thickly.

As he took a step towards you, you instinctually took a step back and then remembered your voice, "I'm Y/N. They told me to come in because Rachel is sick and they really needed someone now and apparently I looked the part…?"

"Of course she is." Sasha rolled his eyes, ignoring your rambling, and huffed in frustration while he dragged a hand through his hair. He wore a matching robe that was untied and hung open shamelessly. You tried not to stare and focused on his face instead. The look in his eye was wild and angry and almost sad but it quickly disappeared after Sasha blinked. You noticed how flawlessly he put back on the mask of a debonaire. "Well, let's get to it then."

With wave of a hand, he turned to shed his robe and you took that as your cue to do the same. When you spun back around, you saw Sasha staring at you for a little longer than what you imagined was normal. He took his time imprinting the image of your nearly nude body in his brain. You could hardly believe it was something to gawk at, not that you were ashamed or anything - you were rather fond of your body and appreciated it. But he was Sasha fucking Mann; he could have anyone he wanted. What made you so special?

"I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to be doing here…" You spoke quietly and Sasha smiled at that, the first you've seen on his face in awhile.

It was a lovely sight.

"It's all very easy, you and I will act like we're having a very romantic affair and they are going to film through the walls." He came closer to you and you couldn't help but smirk a little at the funny cock sock he wore - it looked ridiculous. Clearing his throat, Sasha drew your attention back up to him. "Listen, Y/N, I know this might be a little strange and overwhelming but I promise to be nothing but respectful and professional. If you are in any way uncomfortable, please let me know and we will stop immediately. Okay?"

You couldn't help but nod dumbly, wasn't it just moments ago you were wishing Sasha would simply say hello to you? Now you were about to pretend to have sex with him…on camera.

"Are we - are we going to kiss?"

He chuckled and the sound went straight to your core. It was deep and throaty and you didn't realize sounds could be craved until that very moment. "Yes, some kissing and touching and perhaps a bit of pseudo-cunnilingus; all depends on how much time we have."

"Okay, let's start then." You hoped you didn't sound too eager but the way his smile stretched spoke volumes of your discretion. He called out 'action' but your focus was currently fixated on the way his chest hair traveled down all the way until it disappeared beneath his skin-colored underwear.

If only you had an unrestricted view.

One of Sasha's impossibly large hands motioned you towards him. You had seen those hands before and appreciated them from the distance, but at this proximity, you carefully took mental notes of all your favorite details. Like how long his spider-like fingers were, how the thick veins protruded from the tops of his hands and ran up his forearms like tantalizing lightning strikes, how the ridges of his knuckles seemed to be chiseled out of stone, and how they all moved together like a symphony of skin that drew you in with a single beckoning curl. "Come here, Y/N."

This man had a magnetic pull that was too strong to resist, so you didn't even try, and easily stepped closer into his embrace. One of those aforementioned hands came up to cup your face. His thumb drew a line from your bottom lip down to the base of your throat and then back up to the curve of your chin. You barely comprehended his other hand clasping around yours and bringing it up to rest on his chest.

You couldn't help but smile while flexing your fingers against his solid body, delighting in the feel of his fur tickling your skin. He took notice of your intrigue and tightened his grip on your jaw, smiling when you inhaled sharply.

Those long fingers reached across your waist, slightly digging into the supple flesh, and his thumb drew small circles along the hipbone.

Moving closer, you brought your other hand up and dove it into his thick expanse of hair. It was just as soft as you had imagined however many countless times before, but the sensation of feeling the silky locks sift through your fingers was far better than anything you could have made up.

The butterflies in your belly were throwing a rager.

It may have been just your imagination, but you could have sworn that he leaned ever so slightly into your touch. That vulnerable look flashed again in his eyes but when he blinked, it was replaced by hunger. Those dark brown orbs stared right through your soul as Sasha slowly brought his lips down to meet yours.

This was not how you pictured your workday going and, if you were being perfectly honest, you figured it was all a dream of which you would be woken up from very soon. So why not enjoy it while it lasted? You ignored the blaring sirens that rang in your head that told you to be conscious of the dozen people watching your every move. Fuck 'em.

If they wanted a show, that's what they were going to get.

Throwing caution to the wind, you happily sank into the pillowy softness of his lips. His eyes were locked on your facial expressions and you gave up trying to maintain eye-contact the moment his velvet tongue teased open your lips.

There was no battle for dominance; you were willing and ply and perfectly content with letting him take the reins. His kisses were gentle at first but quickly grew deeper and more desperate.

The grip he had on your waist tightened considerably as he pulled you closer and then slid his hand up, spreading those fingers wide along the space between your shoulder blades.

Sasha pulled his lips away from your mouth and began to drag them across to your neck, angling your head for better access. His breath was hot and heavy in your ear, "Arch your back a bit," his hand guided your body so that your breasts more firmly pressed up against his chest. He cooed, "Just like that, yes, good girl."

You couldn't help but moan at his words and it seemed to fuel the fire. He groaned loudly in return and devoured your mouth with a new fervor.

Suddenly, both of his hands were cupping your ass and he lifted you up effortlessly. You immediately wrapped your legs around his waist as he took a few steps towards the bed.

"Watch out for the candles." You gasped at the movement and gripped his shoulders to steady yourself.

There was that damn chuckle again, "No need to, they're fake."

Before you could even think about his response, Sasha caught your lips again with another searing kiss. The second his tongue lapped against yours, all coherent thoughts escaped your mind.

Not breaking the kiss, he held your body against him as he delicately lowered the both of you onto the mattress. The weight of him tucked in-between your legs and pressed against you was utterly divine; you wished to never be bereft of the feeling again.

He grasped both of your wrists with one large hand and pinned them above your head. Your body writhed beneath his and caused a low growl to emanate from his chest. You felt the vibration travel across his skin and couldn't help but grin against his lips. Briefly, you wondered if this was at all affecting him the way it was you or if he was really that good of an actor.

Well, there certainly was a way you could find out.

At once, you gently sunk your teeth into his bottom lip, and, while using the leverage of his weight firmly pressing your hands above your head, you rolled your hips up to meet his.

Sasha’s reaction did not disappoint.

"Oh, fuck." Those big beautiful brown eyes slid close as his body shuddered. He buried his face in the junction of your neck and panted against the sensitive skin. The evidence of his arousal was rather obvious now as you felt it pressed ardently against the inside of your thigh. He canted his hips and, with a grunt, gave a sharp thrust. "You're doing so very well."

Hearing your gasp, Sasha brought his lips back up to meet yours and the two of you began to set a pace. It became a blur of frantic grinding and clawing and teeth and skin and lips and tongue and sweat and saliva. He was everywhere at once; you could do nothing but hang on to the wrist that anchored you down and enjoy the ride.

You realized that the line of professionalism between the two of you had been long since crossed, but you could not have cared any less. The shocks that shot up your spine every time he rocked into you told you that you were completely and utterly fucked…or at least that was the sweet redemption you prayed for.

Sasha seemed to feel the same as he stroked your side all the way down to the curve of your ass and then brought his hand back up to palm your breast.

Knowing that your panties were sopping wet and he was sliding his hardness along your slit made you let out a long moan to which he returned with another nice, hard thrust.

Instantly, you saw stars.

"Oh god, Sa-Sasha, I think…I think I'm going to-" You breathed the words in-between his relentless kisses but he paid no mind to your concern. If anything, it seemed to spur him on even more.

The flimsy fabric between the two of you could barely even act as a barrier; his cock felt hard and hot as he rutted against you with abandon and you could feel the tension begin to boil over. You could focus on nothing besides the raw, wicked feeling of Sasha Mann enveloping your every sensation. Bright lights exploded in your field of vision as he sent you spiraling blissfully over the edge.

Your moans and sighs filled the room as your back arched, pressing yourself even closer to him. Sasha released your hands and instead curled an arm under your waist to hoist you up for a better angle. You immediately dragged your fingers across his scalp and held onto him as if your life depended on it.

After a few more short, frantic thrusts, his whole body tensed and he pulled you tightly against him. Sasha groaned lowly in your ear and buried his face in the crook of your neck as he came.

All you could hear above your heart pounding was the mix of panting breaths as the two of you tried to maintain control of your breathing.

After a moment, Sasha lifted his head to look you in the eye, and what you saw nearly broke your heart. His face was riddled with guilt.

"Y/N…" He started and then licked his lips, not quite knowing what to say, "I'm so sorry, I-"

The door to the room burst open and the two of you looked over with equally dazed expressions, feeling like two teenagers caught in the act. You had nearly forgotten where you were when you saw the assistant director standing there.

"Hey guys, we called cut like five minutes ago. Time to wrap up for the day." He said and gave you two a weird look.

"Oh, good. Well, thanks for letting us know, we'll be out in a minute." Sasha forced a smile and waved the other man away. The guy took that as his cue and closed the door behind him.

Awkward.

You turned your gaze back to the man above you, but he refused to meet your eye.

He began to ramble, but you were irritated with how he adamantly kept his head turned to the side. "I’m sorry, Y/N, this was completely inappropriate and I should have never let this get out of hand. I really fucked up and you have every right to -"

You were having none of it and cut him off, reaching up to cup his cheek and gently forcing him to make eye-contact. The raw guilt and sadness that was written all over his beautiful face felt like a knife to your gut and you wanted nothing more than to make it go away.

"Hey, don't…it's okay, Sasha. There is no reason for you to apologize. I mean, I enjoyed that quite a lot." You smiled up at him and smoothed out some of the crinkles in his brow with the pad of your thumb, "Did you?"

He contemplated you quietly for a moment and his silence was starting to make you nervous. Did you read the situation wrong? Was this all a mistake? Were you going to be thrown off the set for violating the lead actor? A barrage of anxious thoughts and self-conscious questions ran through your mind at alarming speeds and every second of silence was torturous.

Until that warm beam of a smile broke across his face and it felt like sunshine on your heart.

"Yes, very much so." As he spoke, those big brown eyes searched yours for permission before he leaned down and delivered a sweet little kiss to your lips. Sasha tucked some hair behind your ear and cocked his head down at you, grinning easily, "Now how about we get cleaned up and I can take you out to dinner?"

"That sounds wonderful."

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myownsuperintendent · 4 years

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New Fic: “Wedding”

The Mulder-Scully family comes together to celebrate Emily's wedding. Set after the previous fics in the "Welcome" universe. Rated G, also here at Ao3. The whole series is here.

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Emily’s smiling when she walks through the door. “Hi, everyone!”

“Hi, Emily!” Will’s the first to hug her, which he thinks is fair. Since she moved to Washington a couple of years ago for grad school, their parents get to see her a lot more often than he does; he only gets to see her at times like this, vacations and holidays.

Not that he doesn’t still know her pretty well. When she’s hugging their parents and putting her things down, he studies her face; he can see that she has something to tell them. Something good, he thinks. And he’s right, because the next minute she’s taking off her gloves and holding out her left hand, and her smile is even bigger than before. “Steve and I got engaged.”

“Emily!” Their mom hugs her again, for good measure. “Oh, that’s wonderful news, sweetheart!”

“I know. I’m so excited,” Emily says, and then they all sit down in the living room to ask her questions. Will would be lying if he claimed to be super into either proposals or wedding planning, when in fact they are very low down on his list of interests. But he knows this means a lot to Emily, that Steve makes her really happy, so he can’t even be bored by the conversation right now.

Steve asked her when he came to visit over the weekend. “He didn’t do one of those crazy proposals. I don’t think I would have liked that. He just asked me over dessert.”

They haven’t thought that much about the details of the wedding yet. “It’ll be after I graduate. We’ll probably do it in Wyoming,” she says. “Since Steve’s there and a lot of our friends. I’m looking into jobs there, too.” That gets Will’s attention—the thought of Emily moving back. He likes Virginia, has gotten used to it, but Wyoming’s still really home for him. It would be nice to be able to visit Emily there, to have someone to stay with who’s unquestionably family. He’ll miss having her here, though. “But we haven’t really thought about a lot of specific plans yet. I just know I want all of you there.”

“Well, that’s good,” their dad says, laughing, “because you probably wouldn’t be able to keep us away.”

“I mean I want you all to be part of it,” Emily says. “Mom, would you help me choose a dress? I’d really like to do that together.”

“Of course,” their mom says. “That sounds wonderful.”

“And Dad,” Emily says, “will you walk me down the aisle?”

Will looks at their dad; he can tell this means a lot to him. He’s not Emily’s dad in the same way that he’s Will’s; usually it doesn’t seem to make any difference, but Will thinks it does a little now. Like it’s even more important that Emily’s asking him to do something that dads always do. “That would be an honor,” he says, and he leans over to hug her quickly.

“What do you want me to do?” Will asks.

Emily smiles at him. “I definitely want you to be in the wedding,” she says. “You can be my brides-man. Or whatever they call it when it’s a guy.”

“You don’t want one of your friends for that?” he asks.

“No,” Emily says. “You’re my brother. You’ve been with me forever. If you were my sister you’d be on my side, so why should you have to go on Steve’s side? I want you up there with me.”

He’s glad that she’s asking him. Because it’s true what she says: they have been together forever, as long as he can remember, anyway. And he wants to be a part of this, on this day that’s going to make her happy. “That sounds great, then,” he says.

.....

“Can I ask you something?” Emily says. They’re eating lunch in a café, before heading to try on dresses.

“Of course,” Scully says.

“I was wondering…why didn’t you and Dad ever get married?”

It’s a fair question and not necessarily one she knows the answer to herself. “I’m not sure,” Scully says. “Maybe it hasn’t seemed…we know we love each other. With or without the legal commitment.”

“Oh, I know,” Emily says. “I just wondered…didn’t you ever want to? I mean, I love Steve even if I’m not married to him. But that’s why I want to get married.”

“Well, there was a practical side to it,” Scully says. “For a long time, we were separated or hiding out or all kinds of things. And once it was possible…it just wasn’t our priority, I guess. We’d been together without it for so long by then. There wasn’t anything that could really bring us closer.”

Emily nods, thoughtfully. She takes a bite of her sandwich, chews, and swallows. “Do you think you ever would?” she asks.

Scully thinks about it. She’s never felt anything lacking with Mulder because they’re not married, especially now: the two of them are better together than they’ve ever been. She doesn’t doubt that he’ll always be there, doesn’t doubt their partnership. She doesn’t think waking up next to him every morning would be any sweeter just because they were wearing rings.

But she knows why Emily’s asking. She sees the excitement in her daughter’s eyes so often these days, when she’s planning this public commitment to someone she loves. Maybe that’s the one aspect she might envy: the public side. The two of them have spent so much time hiding.

“Nothing’s impossible,” she eventually says. “But we’re very happy as we are, really, sweetheart. I hope you’re not worried we’re going to split up or anything.” She smiles.

Emily smiles back. “Oh, of course not,” she says. “I know you guys are really happy.”

It sounds so simple, almost too easy for them, and yet today it’s true. “We are,” she says.

“There’s actually something else I wanted to ask, about that,” Emily says. “Do you have any advice for me?”

“What kind of advice?” Scully asks.

“Just about…being with someone,” Emily says. “Living together and being together all the time. And being happy.”

That’s a tricky one too; she’s not sure she and Mulder have set up a road map that she wants Emily to follow. Maybe they needed the journey to reach the destination, or whatever that crap is, but she’d just as soon have skipped some steps of the journey, taken a shortcut to get to where they’ve ended up. Still, there must be something she can tell her daughter. “You have to talk to each other,” she says. “Be open about how you feel. It took your dad and I forever to get to that point. I wish we’d done it sooner.” Emily nods, watching her. “And don’t let things get in the way of what you have.”

“What kinds of things?” Emily asks.

So many kinds. “Other people,” she says. “Sad things. Life.” She’s wanted her kids to know the truth about their lives, the decisions they made, and she’s told them a lot over the last few years, the ones she’s had with them. But there are still times when she doesn’t want to go into too much detail. They shouldn’t have to share that hurt.

And today shouldn’t be a day of hurt, especially. Not when it’s beautiful out—one of the first really nice days of spring—and when Emily’s about to try on dresses to get married in, and when she’s so happy and in love. Not when Scully’s happy too, with the life she’s living now: with a partner and a daughter and a son who all make her inexpressibly glad.

“And,” she says, “one more thing for living together. Make sure he doesn’t leave food in the refrigerator until it molds.”

Emily starts to laugh at that, and Scully laughs too. And then they finish their lunch and go. Emily looks beautiful in the dresses she tries, her hair bright red against the white fabric.

.....

He hasn’t been to that many weddings, Mulder realizes. Some when he was younger, after college and in grad school, but since then not a lot. He guesses it’s because he didn’t have that many friends, and the ones he did have weren’t exactly the marrying kind. (He tries to imagine a wedding for any of the Gunmen. The thought makes him laugh, and miss them a little, as he often does.) That may be the reason that the trappings they’re dealing with—all this catering and balloons—seem pretty bewildering to him.

But he wants to give Emily everything that will make her happy. This isn’t going to be a big wedding, and Emily and Steve are putting a lot of it together themselves, with help from their families. Steve’s parents seemed suspicious of Mulder and Scully at first; he assumed it was because Emily and Steve had grown up together, because they’d known Emily for so long as the daughter of the Van de Kamps. But now they’ve warmed up. They talk about the weather, and baseball standings, and mostly about their kids. “I still can’t believe they’re old enough to get married,” Steve’s mother said the other day, and Mulder had to agree. He still remembers little Emily drawing her potato. The next time he saw her she was in her twenties. It’s a lot to wrap your head around.

They’re having the wedding at the house where the kids grew up, the one they’ve kept on. Once a year or so they discuss selling it. So far, they haven’t decided anything. But it’s a beautiful place, anyway, with a big yard. A great place to get married, everyone’s agreed.

And now the wedding’s tomorrow. The balloons are in boxes on the porch, waiting to be blown up. The food will be delivered in the morning. It doesn’t seem like there’s much left.

“Not much left to do, huh?” It seems like Scully’s read his thoughts, which isn’t a new sensation. She’s standing in the doorway by the porch, looking out at him.

“Nope.” He pats the spot next to him, and she settles down. She’s wearing a tank top and shorts; her hair is pulled back into a ponytail, and her cheeks are a little flushed from the sun. She smiles at him. She still makes his heart skip, maybe even more so now: these past few years, when they’ve finally been a family, them and the kids, and there have been so many new things to make her happy. He kisses her temple. “Where’s Emily?” he asks.

“With Steve,” Scully says. “They’re going to get dinner and go over everything one last time before tomorrow.”

“And Will?”

“With some of his friends,” Scully says. A lot of William’s friends from growing up are still around here; he’s been hanging out with them every day, since he doesn’t get to see them as much anymore.

“Just us then,” Mulder says.

“Mm-hm,” Scully says. They’re quiet for a minute, just enjoying each other’s company. “I can’t believe it’s tomorrow,” she says. “I’m going to miss her.”

“I know,” Mulder says. “Me too.” They want Emily to be where she’s happy. But they wish that was somewhere closer to them.

“But I guess…I know it’s a normal thing,” Scully says. “Kids growing up and living their own lives. I should be glad about it.”

“I know you’re glad for her,” Mulder says. “No doubt about that. But you’re allowed to miss her too. I don’t think she’d mind that.”

“I hope not,” Scully says. “And we can visit, of course. When we pack it in.” They’ve been talking about retirement more recently. It would be nice to keep traveling with her, for pleasure instead of work or flight. To keep seeing the world together. To have all the time with their family they could want.

“Would you want to move out here?” he asks. “We’d be near her then. Will might like it too.”

She doesn’t answer right away; she’s studying the landscape. “I like our house,” she says eventually. “But this is a nice place too.”

It’s not yes or no, but then he’s not sure either, and they don’t have to jump to anything. There’s no big hurry. The kids are here now, part of their lives, and they’ll stay that way, even if, on days like today, they seem to be growing up crazily fast.

.....

Emily was nervous about choosing an outdoor wedding, because you never knew about the weather. They’d picked it in the end, because it would be really nice if it worked out, but she was still a little worried, even so.

But today is perfect, so there wasn’t anything to worry about. She can see the blue sky through the window when she’s getting dressed. Her mom is helping her.

“You look beautiful,” her mom says softly, when she’s in her dress with her hair done, standing in front the mirror. She’s craning her neck a little to look over Emily’s shoulder. Emily’s taller than her mom. She doesn’t know why. “My baby,” she says, hugging Emily gently so that the dress won’t crinkle. Emily doesn’t know if she’s ever called her that before. She was never a baby for her mom, not really. But she hugs back. She likes hearing it today.

Her dad’s on the porch, ready to walk with her. His face looks serious. “Are you nervous?” she asks him.

“Oh, he’s been up half the night practicing,” her mom says. It says something about her dad that Emily’s not one hundred percent sure she’s joking.

“I’m all right,” he says, holding up his hands. “Just a big day, that’s all.”

“It is a big day,” Emily says. “That’s why I’m glad you’re here.”

When the music starts, she takes his arm. She watches her mom sitting down, watches Will walking ahead of them. Mostly she watches Steve, standing there at the end of the aisle. They walk towards him together, her and her dad.

When she and Steve are saying their vows, she knows with a certainty that this is right.

They have the food on the lawn too, and the weather stays beautiful; everything’s worked out today, which might be a miracle, if the stories on wedding planning sites are anything to go by. She talks to everyone, but she keeps coming back to Steve, winding her hand through his, kissing him quickly. Maybe even not so quickly. They’re married now, after all.

But Will is the last person she talks to before they go. She finds him by the buffet, wrapping cookies in a napkin. “How many of those are you taking?” she asks.

“Five,” he says, and when she makes a face at him, “It’s almost over anyway. Besides, I won’t get to eat stuff you bake anymore, so I’d better stock up.”

“You’ll still get to eat things I bake,” Emily says. “Marrying Steve doesn’t mean he gets all of my cookies. Just seventy percent or so.”

“Yeah, I know,” he says. “Still. I’ll miss you,” he adds, quickly, as if he doesn’t want to make too big a deal out of it. But Emily knows.

“I’ll miss you too, Will,” she says. “But we’ll still visit a lot. And we’ll video chat and everything.” She hugs him. “Thanks for standing up with me today.”

“Of course,” he says. “You’re my sister.”

“Always,” she says, and he smiles at that. She sees him put another cookie into the napkin, but she doesn’t say anything.

She waves to him and her mom and dad as she gets into the car, and then she winds her hand through Steve’s again. It’s been a beautiful day.

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The Acquisition- Chapter 5

Parings: Business owner!Bucky x Reader (AU)

Summary: You are part of a business merger. Can you make it through with your heart still intact, or will The Winter Solder tear you apart?

Warnings: Some angst. I don’t want to give this one away until you read it. It’s a good chapter...or I think so anyway :)

A/N: So...I’m home sick today but thought you all might enjoy a chapter...plus I’ve had it written for the better part of a week or so. Feedback is appreciated as always!

Word Count: 1600

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“Bucky, where are we going? Didn’t we just pass Barnes’ Enterprises?” I look out the back window as the building gets further away, then back to him. He’s typing away on his phone not paying attention to me.

“Yes. We are going to one of the holding sites.”

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Steve asks quietly.

“She wants to know about me and the business, I think it only fair she gets to see. Besides, I think she might enjoy herself.”

I eye them both suspiciously and look out the window as the cars and buildings pass us by. We turn right and head into Brooklyn. Brooklyn? What the hell are we doing out this way? I turn and face him, a smile plays on his lips as he appraises me. My heart jumps in my throat as imagines of my demise flash through my mind. Is this how it ends? In some crummy alley in Brooklyn?

The car stops. Looking out the windows, I see several rundown buildings. Bucky gets out and Steve follows behind. He reaches his hand in and I take his offer. His hand is warm and inviting, and my heart rate slows down again.

“Where are we?”

“This is where I spend the majority of my time. Come on, let me show you around.”

I scrunch my face. “I’m confused. Is this a start up? Is new construction going here?” Steve is already standing at an elevator and I stop. “I’m not getting in that thing. How do I know if it’s safe?”

“The inspection was last month and it gets used frequently. I have a very private clientele base. That’s why it’s in such a unique part of town.” I look to Steve for reassurance and he nods his head once. Bucky places his hand on my lower back, pressing me forward. I move out of necessity of keeping my balance, not because I want to.

The doors slide open and we are standing in the middle of a club. There are lush velvet couches all around and a few hallways with several doors lining them. What really catches my eye though is a woman crawling on the floor with a leash attached to a collar around her neck. She is only wearing a bra and panties.

“Where the hell did you bring me, Bucky?” I start backing up toward the elevator and Steve steps behind me, placing his hands on my shoulders. “Do you—are you selling girls?”

His laugh is boisterous and a few people look in the direction of the sound, and then return to their own business quickly. His laugh dies down into a chuckle. “No. I own this club. It’s very elite and very expensive to join. Welcome to, Asset.”

“Is this a BDSM club?” my voice squeaks. He nods. Steve lets me go and I stay frozen in place.

“You said you wanted to see the business. Welcome to the business.” He motions around him. “Have you ever experienced anything like this?” I shake my head. “Do you want a tour?” My mind is racing and I’m not sure what I’m doing, but I nod anyway. He steps close, “I promised your father I would treat you well, and I will, scouts honor. I never promised I wouldn’t corrupt you in the process though.”

Every person I witness is so wrapped up in the other one, they don’t seem to notice us walk around. Steve has stayed behind but I see a woman is talking with him.

“How much do you know of this world?” Bucky asks as we travel down a secluded hallway. The sounds of moans and screams of pleasure make my stomach coil and heat races through my body. I’m aware of the warmth of Bucky’s hand in mine, and the way my nipples peak and rub against the fabric of my dress.

“Does Fifty Shades count?”

He scoffs and stops, turning to me. “Hardly.” He glances down and sees my hardened nipples and rubs his thumb over one and drops it again. It’s a gentle caress and I stop myself from arching into his touch, but don’t swat at his hand either. “There are many layers of BDSM. Some people want pain, some people want to forget who they are and their responsibilities. Some people just like kinky sex. This club caters to every person and every fetish.”

A giggle erupts and I cover my mouth. “Sorry. I don’t mean to be rude, but are you serious? Like, this shit is real? How much do people pay to be part of this club?”

“Five thousand a month, per couple. Single rates vary.”

My mouth drops. “That’s a steep price to pay to have kinky sex. So singles. Does that mean your run a prostitution ring?”

“No. Both parties are members and it’s part of the contract. Every person has the right to refuse any advance. If there are any complaints, we have a strict policy to remove those individuals and terminate the contract with the member in question. We host a series of events throughout the year to accommodate some patrons. It’s very exclusive. We do a long vetting process before we agree to take someone on and not everyone gets in.” We stop in front of a closed door. My heart is hammering in my chest. What the hell have I gotten myself into?

“Come on, let me show you.”

He pushes open a door, ushering me in. I stand in the dark momentarily until a light comes on in front of me. There is a couple in the throws of passion. She’s tied down, kneeling over a bench with a gag in her mouth. He’s thrusting in and out of her in a slow, torturous pace. I don’t feel right looking and try to turn away.

He stands behind me, his hands land on my hips, his lips brush my ear. “They like the audience. It adds to the excitement. They get off, knowing they have someone watching.”

“How do they know we’re watching? Can they see us?” My voice is small, and I glance back at them, feeling the warmth flood my system. The look on the woman’s face is pure bliss. I don’t think I’ve ever had that type of experience when it came to sex.

“The light that came on is an indicator someone is in this room. There’s another room on the other side too.”

“Are you a member?” my voice is low, whisper like.

“Yes.”

I lick my dry lips as I watch the couple. My skin is on fire and when Bucky traces his finger along my bare arm I shiver. I feel this in the pit of my stomach, and I so badly want to take care of my urges. I turn to face him, needing to see his reaction to my next question. “Do you have someone regular you do this type of thing with?”

“At the moment? No. But that all depends.”

“Oh what?”

“You.”

My heart is hammering out of my chest. I stay frozen as he lowers his face toward mine. No! I push back on his hard chest, he stumbles a little, not anticipating my strength. It’s enough room for me to reach the handle and pull the door open in a frenzy. I run as fast as I can with the heels on and see the elevator straight ahead. Home free!

Steve comes out from behind a counter and I freeze. I hear Bucky coming up behind me, his growl making it apparent just how unhappy he is. I kick off my heels and run down another hallway. “Steve, get her before she gets hurt.” Steve is closing in on me, I can feel it. I push on a door and it pops open. I close it and lock it behind me leaning against it. I close my eyes and try to get my breathing under control. Note to self, do more cardio.

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes. Why aren’t you dressed appropriately?” A man asks.

I snap my eyes open and look at him as he snaps a belt between his hands, the sounds of the leather clapping together echos in the small room. My hand fumbles with the lock and I manage to get it open, walking right into Steve. I grip his waist, hugging him tight and bury my face in his chest.

“Tony, what the fuck did you do to my fiancée?” Bucky growls, standing directly in front of him.

He puts his hands up in surrender. “I didn’t do anything to her. I was waiting for Pepper and she came in. Thought I was going to get to enjoy a threesome. I just asked why she wasn’t dressed right.” He narrows his eyes, “Fiancée, huh? Where’s her ring? Why is she clinging to Steve, instead of you?”

The noise that comes from his chest is raw and animalistic. “None of your damned business. If you want to continue to be a patron here you’ll never look at her again.”

He slams the door shut on Tony and turns back to us. Steve is rubbing soothing motions on my back as I shake in his embrace.

“I just want to go home. Bring me home, please,” I whisper.

“I’ve got her, Steve.” Bucky tries to pull me away from him and I won’t budge.

“No. I want Steve to take me home.”

“I’ve got her, man. I’ll make sure she stays safe.”

Bucky sighs, and quietly says, “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

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Mutilated Mannequin (Part 16)

Azula is lethargic with painkillers, the drone of the overhead lights and constant blipping of the heart monitor are sources of agitation. Had her mind not been dulled by the medication she might still be quivering at the assessment she had been given some hours prior.

Koh had severed several nerves, apparently, her speech abilities are nothing short of a freakish miracle--or so they say. She refuses to call it a miracle, more so, stubbornness. It has been significantly harder to pronounce things with clarity, having the full use of only one side of her face. The nightmare is mostly of the cosmetic nature, but that does little to console her.

She holds a packet and reads it over for the sixth time since getting it. A nerve graft. She has heard the term graft as it is used in the cosmetic surgery sense. Skin and bone can be borrowed from somewhere healthy, somewhere that can afford to spare some tissue, and placed in the desired area. Apparently the same can be done with nerves.

Six months, and that is the best case scenario, is the predicted time frame for her to begin seeing the results of the surgery. But it can take up to a year.

And in the case of the donor nerve it can take several years to regain feeling.

The packet details that they will borrow a nerve from a place that has less value. They mentioned two places to borrow from, the leg and the arm. After mentioning the track team the medical team declared that they will likely they will extract the nerve from her upper and inner left arm. It will scar over and leave portions of her elbow and forearm numb.

But at least speaking won’t be a tedious process. At least she’ll be able to move her face. At least, after another several years, sensation can return to her arm.

Her eyes tear up. She had anticipated the possibility of a appearance-related disaster, but this…

No one had told her that she could lose feeling in her face. She imagines that Dr. Guhira would have discussed the risk factors.

Azula’s breath hitches. The tears she had been holding back come forward.

Ozai doesn’t scold her for it this time. He sits across the room, heavy in his silence and stern of face.

He doesn’t demand that she does her school work, but she refuses to fall behind and she needs something to take her mind away from things that are out of her hands. Hospital visits will be semi-regular for the first few months so she ought to get used to doing classwork while confined to a hospital bed. Her father is already working to pay some of her professors extra to tutor her via video chat.

From the sound of it, physical therapy appointments will be every Monday and Wednesday, after hospital clearance, leaving her room for only astronomy.

Azula fidgets her fingers for several minutes before mustering up the energy to start on Kyoshi’s newest reading assignment. The woman and many of her other teachers have offered adjusted, easier assignments to cater to her predicament.

Pride had her refusing the offers, which apparently still stand.

“Mrs. Kyoshi is willing to teach you through video chats, if you need help on any of the lessons. I also found you a personal tutor who will teach you right here in your hospital room.” Ozai informs.

“Mmhmm.”

“I have the best doctors lined up for you, they’ve been operating on cases like yours for decades.”

He wouldn’t have had to pay for the most prestigious doctors if he had done the same with his plastic surgeons. She almost asks him if she’s supposed to be proud of his generosity. She holds her tongue in equal parts because she doesn’t want him to pull said funds and because she doesn’t want to speak with him at all.

“They’re success rate is nearly eighty percent. Almost all of their patients make a full or almost full recovery.” Ozai elaborates.

“Yeah…”

.oOo.

The morning of her surgery, a semi-cloudy Saturday, she has a small cluster of guests. Technically only two or three people are supposed to be in the room at once, but the Kasai family name has some influence. For it, her mother lingers at the side of her bed and Zuko at the foot. Ozai remains across the room with Mai and Chan. She has dubbed this row of chairs as the row of shame. They can sit their for as long as they want but that doesn’t mean she will address them at all.

TyLee had taken the fourth seat in that row. But TyLee has this way of softening Azula. The girl pulls out a panda plushie and stuffs it under Azula’s arm with a bright smile, but not before holding it up to her face. A face painted with a puppy dog pout as she mutters an apology.

Azula sighs and accepts the gift with a muttered, “don’t be, I yelled at you.”

Perhaps if her situation wasn’t so dreary, she’d feel elated to have TyLee hugging her and grinning at her again. She steals a look at Chan and Mai, maybe she is being hard on them. But then again they haven’t been particularly friendly either.

Mai stands, “I’m wasting my time aren’t I?” She slips her hands into her pockets. “I can be helping my mom watch Tom-Tom…”

“You’re not wasting your time.” Azula mumbles. For her low effort, the statement is unclear. So she repeats herself.

“You haven’t said one word to me or Chan since we got here.”

“It’s hard to talk.” That much is true enough. She hasn’t really spoken to Zuzu or her mother either. In fact, she is fairly certain that TyLee is the first person she has vocally responded to all day.

Mai sighs, “right. But you can at least acknowledge us.”

“Acknowledged.”

She feels Ursa’s thumb rubbing the back of her hand. Somehow the dragon pendant around her neck seems more apparent.

“You’re still angry aren’t you?” Chan asks.

“At you?” Azula asks. “Pissed.” Yet she doesn’t have the heart to tell him to leave. She can’t say that she wants him to.

“Azula!” Ursa

Katara shows up a little later, Sokka tagging along. Azula half expects Ozai to make a fuss about the elections. To try one of his trademark intimidation tactics but he remains quiet on the other end of the room, opting to glare crossly instead.

“Sorry to hear about all of this.” Katara sets a small vase of flowers onto Azula’s night stand.”Moon lilies.”

But Azula is more interested in the black pot holding them. It seems to be a hand painted piece. In neon green is a cartoony alien surrounded by bright yellow stars and a white and red rocketship. Dotted lines loop and swirl in an equally cartoony indication of movement. Towards the other side is a UFO and a cluster of comets. “Sokka helped me paint it.”

“So that’s why I can’t tell what that is.”

“It’s an astronaut!” Sokka declares.

“I suppose that it can pass for an astronaut that got mauled by one of those aliens.”

“Is she always this friendly?” Sokka asks.

“That’s just how she talks to people.” Chan shrugs. “You get used to it after awhile.”

Azula runs her fingers over the petals and reaches for her drink.

“It doesn’t hurt as much, does it?” Katara asks.

Azula points to the bottle of painkillers. “I’m sure it does, I just can’t feel it.” It does help that they have since drained the seroma. With most of the swelling aside, she can see fully out of her left eye again.

She heaves herself upright and reaches for her phone. Zuko hands it to her.

“I’m glad that you’re okay.” Chan says.

“I’m not okay.” Her eyes seem to dim.

“But you will be!” TyLee gives her a light squeeze. “It’s like when we were kids and you fell out of that tree. You got right back up again.”

“TyLee.” Her voice hitches. “I’m not getting right back up this time.” She swallows, bunching the bedsheets up in her palms.

“I can’t see you staying down for good.” Zuko shrugs.

She stares at her lap. “This didn’t have to happen. I could have said no.” And she supposes that, that is the heart of what tears her up. “I could have just gotten the nose and chin job and quit while I was ahead…” She pauses. “I thought that it would fix things.”

It is a wonder that Katara and Chan haven’t hit her with a classic, ‘I told you so.’

“I did this to myself.”

“You had some good help.” Ursa fixes Ozai with with a sharp and piercing glare. The sort that could cut diamonds. Her father’s face remains impassive under it.

“A lot of help.” Chan mumbles.

Azula puts her head back against the pillows. “It doesn’t matter whose fault it is…it’s done.”

Ursa’s hand tightens around hers. At least she isn’t alone. She takes in the cluster of people around her. There are more people present than she thought there would be. She checks her phone to find well wishes from Suki, Toph, and Ruon. And a small, ‘get well soon’ from Aang on her social media page.

From Yue, she finds a, ‘your face isn’t too fucked up, right?’ Azula thinks that this might be her way of displaying concern. But she isn’t sure. She searches for a message from Jet and finds none.

She looks up from her phone to see the head doctor step into the room, “the operation room has been prepped.” The woman says. “Please wrap up your discussion so we can begin the operation.”

Azula bites her lip, ignoring the small twinge of pain. She takes a deep breath. “Thank you for coming to visit me.” She isn’t sure who she is addressing, she supposes that it is just general gratitude. “Especially you, asshole.” Another stern look from Ursa. “I know that you’re still mad…”

Chan rubs the back of his head. “I don’t really think that it matters anymore. It was kind of a dumb argument.”

She wouldn’t say that it was. Within it there had been some valid points of discussion, but she doesn’t have time to get into that. “We can talk about it some other time.”

He nods.

Ursa pulls Azula into another hug, brushing a hand over her hair.

“Good luck, Azula.” Mai speaks.

“Yeah, we’ll see.”

One by one, the room grows vacant until only her father remains. And then he is shooed away. She takes a deep breath. She supposes that it will be hard to make her situation much worse. At least this time, she has some real doctors.

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diego-hargreeve2 · 5 years

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light in the dark

Part Three

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy (Netflix)

Ship: Diego Hargreeves x Original Character

Warnings: Language, abuse (emotional and physical), mental illness, violence and, in later chapters, smut.

Maybe it was because she was like them, the only other one like them he’d met born with these strange abilities. Maybe it was because she was such an easy target for the thugs he despised - she was still so wide-eyed and fragile looking, exactly the sort of person who would be targeted if somebody didn’t keep an eye on him. Or maybe it was because she seemed to like him, admire him, encourage him even - no judgement or standoffish airs.

Whatever it was he kept coming back to her, usually first thing in the evening. She’d hop in the car and they’d grab a drink, or just sit there with the radio on, one ear listening for trouble when she’d disappear, and he’d get stuck in.

That evening he hadn’t gone to the shelter first – he’d heard something on his way and diverted. It was the early hours of the morning as he headed back to the gym, he called home when he passed the shelter – and saw her, perched on a step outside despite the hour. Face creasing in a frown he pulled over sharply; at this hour even the city’s streets were quiet which was a blessing as it didn’t occur to him to check for other traffic. “Kid, what’re you doing out here?” He said, speaking the moment he opened the door even before he’d finished getting out the car. “Wasn’t the point in taking you to a shelter to get you off the street?” he reminded her.

Eve had been hunched over, folded in on herself, lost in her thoughts – but her head had snapped up as the car pulled up. Had it not been Diego she’d have moved, as it was she merely offered a shrug and a faint smile.

“The shelter was full and somebody else arrived. They needed the place more than me” she explained as she scrambled awkwardly to her feet. “They’d freeze out here” she pointed out. It was a cold evening, dry and crisp, and every breath she exhaled had mist rising before her.

“Don’t you need to keep warm? Keep that fire stoked?” He asked, giving in to some curiosity, and Eve smiled as she shook her head. “I’m never cold” she assured him. It wasn’t that she needed the heat to survive, the heat was inside her and nothing stopped it – the cold didn’t bother her like it did other people, because she was toasty regardless, and the heat never upset her either. Eve couldn’t be too warm, as far as she could tell. Diego nodded, accepting that at least, but he still looked annoyed.

“You might not be cold but it's not safe,” he told her, scolding and she blinked, abashed.

“I’m fine” she assured him. “I’ve slept rough a lot – honestly. I’m awake, and if somebody came, I’d go bang the door of the shelter – they’re just full tonight. Even the chairs are occupied”. Cold nights are the hardest if you live on the street.

“It’s not fine – I spent all evening seeing how dangerous this place is, and you think you can just stay out here all night?” He was annoyed enough to raise his voice and Eve stepped back, shrinking into herself automatically. You might think a lifetime of being shouted out would render her immune, but Eve had no ability to withstand confrontation, and her automatic response was to try to hide, to make herself invisible.

Diego was frustrated, but from concern rather than true anger – which gave him enough control to pull back and he signed, flexing his fingers before nodding toward the car.

“Get in. C’mon. You might not be cold, but you can’t just sit out here” he said, his tone brusque despite the kind intent behind it. The mixed signals had Eve hesitating, eyes wide as she bit her lip nervously. It was a strange combination - she’d grown up with the opposite, honeyed tones and stinging words.

“Kid. C’mon” he repeated, softening his tone further. There was something shaming about seeing her react to him like this. Normally, Diego liked to be seen as intimidating. Appearances could be half the fight. It didn’t bother him, he was proud even of his ability to threaten others, but with Eve…well, it was not impressive, it just felt wrong. Like scaring Bambi – it was too easy, too cruel and nothing to be proud of.

The nickname helped a little, that ridiculous moniker he’d given her, and Eve stepped forward and nodded slightly. Part of her wanted to point out that she was fine, that she didn’t need him to take care of her. That she had managed for years and he didn’t have to add to his burdens by caring for her. Right now, though, arguing was beyond her. Eve had very little ability to enforce boundaries or stand up for herself, and so she slid into the car silently.

“Where are we going?” she asked when both doors were closed, her voice subdued. “Since you’re too selfless for your own good, and I’m done working for the night – we’re going to my place. It’s not fancy but it’s safe” he assured her as the car pulled forward.

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Most people would have found the room warm, the boiler in the corner meaning even this sparse, cement basement had heat - but Eve was unaffected, though she looked around the place with a keen interest that had Diego’s eyes rolling. “Yeah, like I said, it’s not fancy” he repeated, gruff even though it was clear she wasn’t judging him. It was his home, it served its purpose - interior design wasn’t high up his list of priorities after all.

“Would you even want fancy?” Eve questioned. It had been a quiet journey, not an awkward silence or one filled with anger, just quiet, and that space had given her time to collect her thoughts and find her tongue again.

Diego snorted at her words. She had a point.

“Nah. I grew up in fancy. Who needs all that shit” he said, thinking of the rooms that belonged to Reginald Hargreeves. Their father had kept their bedrooms sparse and simple – well, most of them anyway, his favourites being an exception – but other areas of the house had betrayed his wealth and fondness for material possessions. Heavily framed paintings, suits of armour and stuffed creatures, damask upholstered furniture, gilt ornaments, and dark wood – very fancy. But not his style.

Eve’s acceptance of the space, and Diego’s choice of how to live, only lasted so long. As he approached a counter and picked up an egg she turned to ask another question, her mouth opening – but her expression grew horrified as he cracked the shell and poured the raw contents directly into his mouth.

“Did you just – eat that egg – raw?!”

She had never thought of herself as fussy. Growing up it was very much a ‘don’t eat that, don’t eat’ the environment, no catering to preferences, and when you sleep rough…well, you almost reduce yourself to eating what you can get. The past few years she’d grown used to street vendor hot dogs and junk that wouldn’t perish in a nuclear apocalypse, so you could certainly trust it shoved in a backpack. She had thought her only standard was not eating other people’s leftovers from the trash (and even that marked her as particular in the eyes of some homeless people) but she had never in all her days seen anybody eat raw egg and Eve learned that her standards were set slightly higher than she expected at that moment.

“It’s protein,” Diego told her, defensive at the look on her face.

“It was raw!” Eve repeated, finding it impossible to find any other response.

“It’s a bodybuilding thing – it takes work to look this good, sweetheart,” he told her, slapping one hand against his stomach. Eve’s gaze dropped to his hand, hearing the solid sound made by his palm against the muscles there. A weird feeling twisted inside her, finding herself wondering exactly what ‘this good’ would look like. Her cheeks coloured at her own thoughts and she glanced away, silent for a moment – and entirely missing the slight smirk that twitched Diego’s mouth from the corner as he guessed a pretty accurate idea of what she had suddenly found herself imagining.

“OK, so…fine…protein…” she said after a moment, trying to return to the conversation and to forget the image of him shirtless she had been contemplating. “But surely you can still cook it”.

“Look around – do you see cooking facilities?”

There he had a point. This was not a room that had been built with creating fine cuisine in mind. But she did have an idea.

“I think I might be able to help,” she told him, crossing to the sink and filling a mug that sat there with water. She dropped another egg into the water and slid her hands around the mug, hugging it with her fingers as though seeking warmth – it was quite the opposite actually. Focusing, a crease between her brows and her teeth nipping at her lower lip, she stared down at her hands as they began to glow – and the water began to bubble, slowly at first then faster.

Diego figured it out pretty quick, and couldn’t help but chuckle.

“That’s what you use it for?”

“You know, I’d never thought to before” she admitted after a moment.

For a beat of silence, he watched the cup, the boiling water – but his gaze rose to her face and that held more interest. She was so focused and intent as she tried this. Most of the time she just looked young and lost, the huge blue eyes in a heart-shaped face making her look younger than she was. He called her ‘kid’ on instinct, there was something about her that meant he felt older despite the fact they were the exact same age. But concentrating this hard, she had a fire in her expression that matched her palms. For a moment he let himself watch her, study her…and then pulled his mind and eyes away, turning abruptly and speaking with his back to her as he began to unbuckle the knife harness.

“How long you’ve known you could do it?”

“I…I think I was about…nine? When I realised I had some control over it”.

“That late?”

“I could do it earlier,” Eve told him, her turn to sound defensive. She had read Vanya’s book and knew they’d been far younger when their abilities first manifested. “But before then I didn’t realise it was me”.

“You thought fires just started?” Diego scoffed, turning back to her as he hung the harness over a chair back.

Eve swallowed, considering her answers. They weren’t strangers now. She thought they were friends – she’d had too few to be certain. And friends shared things.

“No…I…they said…” She lost her focus, her eyes glazing over slightly as she turned inward looking for the right words to describe. In doing so she began to remember. Being four years old and crying. Kneeling on the ground outside, naked, the rest of the Church circled around her praying. And the Prophet, their leader, standing tall with a whip in one hand and vial of holy water in the other as he tried to expel the demons from her. Back then she had believed them when they told her devils were using her, demons worked through her, that there was a core of evil in her heart – she had thought it was those monsters that created the fire.

It was a bad memory to visit. Her palms flared hot, too hot, and the china cracked beneath her fingers. The sound yanked her back and she yelped and, some instinct taking over, all but threw the cup into the sink – where it shattered, as did the half-cooked egg.

“I’m sorry”. The words left her lips quickly, too quickly, revealing how many times she had apologised for mistakes and clumsy moments in her life.

“You okay?” He learned toward, tilting his head so he could see her face as one hand moved to her shoulder. Diego figured something had happened in her head, had seen that sort of look before – the moment before the crack, she’d reminded him of Klaus. Her expression had that same haunted, heartbroken air that made him feel as though part of him as cracked as surely as the mug.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to – I’m sorry” she repeated, her voice half a whisper and he very gently shook her, no violence or malice in the movement, just trying to get her attention.

“Hey, kid – the mug doesn’t matter. You alright?”

Eve blinked, turned her gaze to him slowly. He might have found her expression familiar, but Diego’s was all new to her. The level of concern, the softness and compassion, the want to help and the need to know she was okay – Eve had never seen anything like that before. Meeting his gaze she found it hard to swallow, hard to breathe for a moment.

“I’m alright” she managed to reassure him. Diego squeezed her shoulder gently before letting go, offering a weak joke to mask the concern he’d just displayed and break the tension he’d felt as well as she met his gaze.

“Good thing I don’t mind my eggs raw”.

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First to Love {Diana Prince x Reader Oneshot}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 4532 Prompt: can you write a one shot with Diana Prince and a reader who has feelings for her but thinks she never has a chance with Diana because she’s well... Diana, while she’s this shy/introverted/slightly awkward type, but she finds out Diana feels the same for her by having them be in a situation where Diana becomes very jealous? please? thanks!

You had put together exhibitions before, but only the smaller ones - not that anything at the Louvre would ever be considered miniscule, art or event alike. Pulled from the best museums in the world, the Love exhibition held so many dazzling pieces of artwork that it was a tough task to put them all together in the best possible positions to get the full effect of what the exhibit was trying to portray. Perhaps it was fate that brought you to this certain project that Diana had wanted you on, considering so many of these paintings reflected the dreams that you had about her. Those ones that you would put into your diary but never act upon or think would ever come true. But those were just nighttime fancies - during the day, you had to bury them deep and act professional in front of the beautiful woman that you had come to care for over the years.

You’ll start off the morning with a small cup of your favorite warm beverage - usually forbidden from the hallways of the Museum, but you were allowed since everyone knew how careful you were - and look over the paperwork, often signing off on things that Diana had handed to you since she didn’t have the time to look them over herself. How you got through the mountain, you never really knew, but time went by quickly and then you could proceed with a quick trip through the maze that was the famous French museum and get a feel for how things were looking. That’s how the morning was, then you would grab a bite to eat - sometimes with Diana, but usually not since she was an integral part of the Museum. Not that the afternoon would be any less busy, but instead of paperwork, it was guiding the workers into putting the art in the correct places, and not mixing up the fifteenth century art with the sixteenth for that would surely be a cultural disaster.

Realization that you were in charge of something to large, so fantasized, so famous always made your mind go into a spiral. All that you had wanted was to be close to something larger than yourself, and you found that in the art. The different pieces all made you feel different things. Slithering away for your afternoon break, you went to stand in front of your favorite piece of work that was here, the painting of Juliet by John William Waterhouse. He had painted someone who looked so much like the famous lover, that it incited a heartache in your chest that only could be soothed by one person in particular.

You knew that it was Diana. You knew all along that it had always been Diana - but it was not meant to be, of course.

Yet, whenever the two of you were together in the office, or out to lunch, or at an opening - you could never fully set aside those feelings. You couldn’t help but marvel in how she was so charismatic, so charming in manner rather than depending on the Goddess-like face that she had.

“Pardon, can you sign for this?” A man asked you. “Have you a pen though, I lost mine.”

“Ah-” You said, and felt for your pockets but found that you had no writing utensils on you. “In the office, do you think that you could follow me?”

Not for the first time, you entered the office that you shared with Diana, and found that she was in there, sitting behind her desk and doing some research on a piece that had recently come into the Louvre’s collection. It’s not the first time either that an errand boy had caught sight of her and nearly drooled himself dry.

Footsteps brought her attention to the two of you, but the only movement that she gave at the moment was a smile towards you. Paranoid that the man might think it was for him, you picked a pen off of your desk, scribbled something that half looked like your signature, and sent him on his way back to the exhibit before sinking down into your comfortable office chair to take a deep breath. The smile was enough to send your blood into your cheeks and you cursed yourself for being so shy in the presence of Diana. But still - she was such an amazing woman, who could blame you for feeling the way that you did?

When the door closed behind the delivery boy, Diana closed her laptop and turned all of her attention towards you. Fear trailed up your spine as you thought that perhaps you were in trouble for something, but another smile reassured you that this was not the case. Overcome with relief, you smiled back.

“At last, almost done?” Diana asked. You nodded and took a deep breath, then ran the back of your hand against your forehead. Blackness sometimes played at the edges of your vision from stress, that’s how hard you worked here but every single bit of it was worth it - you couldn’t wait to see everything come together.

“Moment left, mere moments.” You said. “Then everything should be set up and done, before the deadline even. Then we can finally let the public in to see everything.” Only the small things were left such as the menu planning, which the caterer was putting together for the official opening. You’ve requested some finger foods with aphrodisiac properties, like chocolates and oysters.

“Your work here might earn you a promotion, though I don’t want to lose my favorite assistant.” Diana said. Angry with that prospect, you hid it behind a laugh, trying to focus on the positive aspect - you were her favorite assistant. That said something.

“No, you won’t lose me.” You insisted. “What would I do without your guidance, Diana? Isn’t there more that I can learn from you? I don’t think I’m ready to move on, not yet.”

“I’ve got a feeling that you would do just fine.” Diana responded. A moment passed where she was examining you and you felt even warmer under her gaze. Sir Elton John would probably even be affected by a woman such as Diana - she had a way of making you feel extremely important when she looked at you. “His deliveries arrived safely, right?”

You were confused for a moment, until you realized she was talking about the delivery boy from earlier. And then another minute to recall what his delivery probably was.

“What he delivered better be safe, or else the insurance company is going to have a field day.” Kneeling in front of the men in their business suits, begging for forgiveness for a ruined piece of art worth millions of dollars - that didn’t sound like your idea of a fun time. “My trust in them is strong though, I’m sure that all is fine. To be safe, I hired a company that we’ve worked with many times.”

Dressed in a blue dress, Diana stood up and all of the other colors in the room were sucked dry in the presence of her golden skin against the blue. Perhaps it was just your imagination but the art on the walls and the books on the shelves all seemed muted. But it was probably just you.

“Y/N, I was meaning to ask you - do you have anyone that you want to bring to the opening?” Diana asked, one eyebrow arching up, her eyes sparkling with delight.

“I’d thought about bringing my mother but she’s out of town, so I’m going to have to bring my back up.” You said with a shrug. More often than not, you had brought in a parent or a relative to the openings because you knew, without a doubt, that they were proud of your work and would appreciate being invited. It wasn’t possible this time around, not for your big day, which was unfortunate. You had your good friend Ralph Dibney coming in from Central City, however, so you wouldn’t be alone. You’d never brought him to something like this before, and you had to hope that he wouldn’t embarrass you.

“Of course,” Diana said, averting her eyes. “It is unfortunate that your mother can’t come - I always liked her.”

“My mother? The one who drinks five glasses of champagne then asks the bodyguard to sneak her out a Van Gogh?” You laughed. But you did love your mother, she was always the life of the party. Thumbing through the pages of your life, you never compared to her in that aspect. Ghosts of her personality traits were inherited by you - such as your passion for art, but while she was extroverted, you tended to be a lot more introverted and preferred blending into the background. Ghosts only. But the two of you ended up becoming good friends and Diana got along great with her as well.

“Her sense of humor is always very interesting.” Diana said with a laugh, the sound reverberating through the office. The laugh brought one to your lips and you chuckled along with her, knowing that it was true. “She will be missed on opening night.”

“The party won’t be the same without her, but I hope that her replacement will fit in just as well.” A hope swelled in you that Diana may like your friend Ralph, and that he wouldn’t embarrass you too much, considering the fact that he often spoke without thinking. With the art that was going to be on display, he was sure to make a lot of nudity jokes.

On the night of the opening, you spent more time on your appearance than you normally would - simply because the whole theme was romance, and perhaps with enough champagne, you might be able to convince Diana to give you a hug. No, maybe just a handshake or a brush of arm against arm, you would settle for that alone. You wore the most luxuriant and expensive garment that you had bought specifically for this purpose. Just for tonight, you would wear red, something that you normally avoided because it was so ... so ostentatious and you usually preferred to fit in. Had you of gone shopping by yourself instead of with a good friend, you might not have picked it out for yourself but they had insisted, and it fit like a glove in the fitting room.

Or maybe you should go with something understated, you didn’t know. You were feeling all sorts of confused but when the car pulled up to your house, you didn’t have time to change into something black as you normally would, but were forced to walk outside in the Paris streets to go into the black town car that Ralph had taken to pick you up.

“But the plane ride across the ocean was fine, thanks for asking.” Ralph said, getting rid of the silence the moment that the car door closed behind you. You laughed, missing his easy sense of humor and leaned in for a hug.

“I was going to ask eventually.” You chuckled, and gave him a peck on the cheek. Best to make sure that he is happy or else it was going to be nothing but negative wise cracks all evening. “I think you look amazing in suit, why don’t you wear one more often, Digby?”

“What, and feel like a monkey all the time?” Ralph asked, preferring his more casual jackets and long sleeved shirts to this suit and tie combination. What wouldn’t be do for you though, since you offered him this trip to Paris. “If I look good though, you’re going to be stealing the show, look at you all dressed in red.”

“But are you sure that it isn’t a bit too ... much?” Just as the familiar feelings of insecurity started to bubble up inside of you, Ralph shut them down with a quick shake of his head. “As an American, I’m not sure I should take your opinion on style, anyhow.” You teased. Instead of getting offended, Ralph just laughed.

“To me, there’s nothing better than an entire denim outfit or underwear with the American Flag all over it.” You laughed even harder at that, and as the car pulled up in front of the Louvre, you were in high spirits. Yet, seeing the amount of people who were going in - high up museum officials, investors, charity groups, artists and local celebrities, you felt your nerves going a little high again.

Sliding towards the door, Ralph paused before opening it, and looked at you. “As I am always a curteous date, I got you something.” You stared at him blankly until he reached into his inside pocket, delicately plucked what was tucked inside and held it out to you. A rose was now in his hand where before there was nothing - like a little street magic show.

“God, you’re such a dork. How did you even get this - you came straight from the airport?”

“And that’s a secret that I’ll never reveal.” Ralph said with a smug look on his face. You stared at him, not blinking, knowing that he would give in. “There was a florist at the airport, come on, you’re smarter than this.”

“You might just be smarter than your face would give you credit for.” Ralph smiled, despite it being a backhanded compliment and finally opened the door to the car and slid out. You took hold of his hand and stepped out of the car as well, using his grip to help you to your feet. You smiled at the photographers who were around - the press was just for the local magazines, newspapers and the museum’s webpage. No doubt, they would only be publishing the pictures of Diana for she would always appear to be the star of the show.

Of course, she spotted you before you spotted her which seemed to be the case. She hurried over to you, and you took her appearance in with wide eyes and stunted breath. She looked absolutely stunning, not that she normally didn’t, but she went all out. Diana’s Burgundy gown made you suddenly feel like you were just a kid playing dress up compared to her.

“Let’s look at you! How beautiful you look!” Diana said, putting an arm around your shoulders and looked you over. You noticed that she didn’t even look at Ralph, which was strange because she was always so outgoing and happy to meet new people. Reflexively, you blushed and looked down at the cobbled tiles that you were standing on.

She continued admiring you for another minute, then gave a side glance over at Ralph who adjusted his bow tie and gave a grin to impress. He hadn’t laid eyes on Diana before and he was smitten, like all other people who set their eyes on her. “A beautiful night for art, isn’t it? What a pleasure to be in Paris! I am Ralph Dibney, y/n might have mentioned me?”

Life wasn’t seeming real as Diana brought her face in close to yours and smiled for the photographers. As Ralph was being ignored, he put an arm around your waist and smiled his big ol’ smile as well, trying to at least get some of the attention. And once the photo-ops were finished, Diana started to lead the way into the museum.

Suddenly, you were able to see how everything had come together. She had given you the power to execute your plans the way that you had wanted to and everything with the new exhibit looked better than you had dreamed. You grabbed yourself a glass of champagne from the server that was going around with a tray of them and sipped at it slowly, taking in the splendor of all of your work.

Something for everyone was here - even Ralph found himself attracted to some of the works despite his idea of art being cheeto Elvis or something of the sort. Oh, he kept looking at the nude works of art, of course that was him, but you obliged by following him around and smelling the flower that he had given you when he was busy admiring the work. He had already forgotten about Diana’s brush off but you hadn’t.

She followed the two of you around, you noticed, and looked at the flower that you were holding. She questioned you about it with only a glance and a raise of the eyebrow. “He picked it up from the airport, isn’t he sweet?” You said, holding it out for Diana to smell.

“My perfume is overwhelming it,” Diana denied, politely. “That’s nice of him, though - does he come to visit you often?”

But your attention was called away from Diana by another server coming around with hor d’oeuvres. Diana and yourself took a little piece of chocolate each, and smiled at the server. “There’s a first time for everything - usually I have to go over to America to see him.”

“Only you go to see him? There is ... unfairness in that.” The beautiful woman said. Wrote under the paintings surrounding you were quotes from famous literature which seemed to correspond with the art, and you stopped to read one, then replied to Diana.

“Deep down, it does upset me a little that I have to do all the traveling, but I have more than just him back in Central City. Even just these couple of days are nice.” The smile on your face was genuine - you did miss a lot of your friends back in the United States, and seeing Ralph brought back nothing but good memories. Some were more silly than others, but they were all good.

Everybody seemed to have a good time, you noticed. Silently after the conversation, Diana had drifted away and Ralph returned back to your side and linked his arm with yours proudly. But your eyes kept going to the beautiful woman in red.

Ralph was on his best behavior throughout the night, and it was something that you greatly appreciated. Why, before the official tour would start, you even gave him a peck on the cheek.

And then the rest of the night got a little bit odd. It started when Diana returned to you after greeting the head curator, and she stayed on your other side throughout the evening. The fact that she was so close did excite you somewhat though it did make your cheeks turn nearly the same color as your dress when took your hand to show you something. In time, the group came to the painting that reminded you so much of Diana, and as you looked at her in her profile, you wondered how it could have compared at all in your mind. The bone structure of Diana was so much stronger and aesthetically pleasing than any brush could put to words. At the mention of Juliet, your mind replayed all of the fantasies that you had about this woman and how, just by her holding your hand, some of them were coming true. It was odd, you thought, but enjoyable nonetheless.

The rose transfered from being tucked into your sleeve to your hand whenever you didn’t have a drink with you, and you did take sniffs of it every so often and smiled at Ralph to thank him for such a gift - it wasn’t very much like him but appreciated nonetheless.

The exhibition went extremely well - after the tour was over and the last of the food was being handed out, you were complimented for your hard work by more people than you thought that you would be, even by the head of the museum. He shook your hand and said that he would make a note of your name for future considerations.

“Not only have you done some great work here but everyone has said that you are pleasure to work with, keep it up.” At the President’s words, you started to feel a little better about yourself, and when you turned to look over at your company for the evening - Diana and Ralph, they were both beaming at you.

“I thank you from the bottom of my heart for the opportunity,” You told the President, who then moved on to talk to some of the patrons and investors who were getting ready to leave.

“Where are you going after this is done?” Diana asked, approaching you with a half-drunk glass of champagne delicately held in her long fingers.

“On my way home, I guess.”

“Yes, I’ll be taking y/n straight home,” Ralph interceded.

“You are?” Diana asked, looking at Ralph and then at you. “And you will excuse us for a moment, please, I’d like to talk to y/n in my office.”

The smile on Diana’s face looked a little more forced than usual and so you were more than motivated to go with her to see what was the matter. Ralph took it all in stride and said that he would go make sure that the car was ready while you two spoke.

You walked with Diana away from the remaining guests, through the maze-like hallways to the office that the two of you occupied. For privacy’s sake, you closed the door behind the two of you, then went to your desk, putting the rose in the vase that usually held your pens. “So Diana, are you okay?” You questioned when she was silent for a moment. Your currently theory was that perhaps she was feeling a little insecure for showing up to this alone when just about everyone else had a date.

“So who is Ralph?” What you were expecting was far from that. Maybe she liked him - that might break your heart a little bit but you would support your friends no matter what.

“Ralph, like I said, is a friend of mine. I met him when I lived there for a couple of years.”

Diana crossed her arms and approached you, her eyes shifting from the hem of your garment up towards your face. “He is just a friend?” The question sounded more like a statement coming from her lips, and you wondered where her confusion was coming from. Join the club - you were getting confused now as well.

“Of course he is just a friend.” You told her, backing up against your desk until you could go no further unless you wanted to actually sit down on it. “Are you feeling alright Diana? You’re acting .. strange.”

Diana came closer, even as you had backed away, and her hard expression had turned to a soft one. She laughed lightly, eyes downcast before flicking back up to yours. “I had thought... for a moment that you two...”

This time, you had joined her in the laughter. As lovely as Ralph could be on the rare occasion, there was absolutely no way that was going to happen. You had thought about dating in the past, but you had thought that it would be cruel to give anyone hope while your heart hopelessly belonged to Diana. “No, nothing like that has ever happened, nor would it.”

But the confusion came back to you once more, and you ventured to ask, “Would there be a problem if it was?”

“No, I would be happy for you.” Diana swallowed. “But seeing the two of you did make me feel jealous. I had wanted to ask you to come tonight with me.”

Your brain couldn’t comprehend the thought of her having any sort of want for a date with you. It never even crossed your mind that it is what she could have meant. “I’m sure many people would have loved for you to ask them - you don’t need to bring your assistant.”

“I do not want to bring anyone else, and I didn’t want to bring you as my assistant. I wanted you as my date.” The beautiful woman said, running her tongue against her ruby red bottom lip. You looked away for a second and laughed to yourself, much like Diana had done earlier. She must clearly be joking.

The fact that Diana was still looking at you when you brought your gaze back to her made you doubt that for a second, but only for a second. She rested a manicured hand on your shoulder, smoothing out the sleeve of your garment. “But you brought him, and it made me feel jealous. I had to get you alone to tell you how I felt as soon as possible.”

Her confession did give you a bit of hope. Did the president have a camera rolling in here as part of a joke show? If so, they were going to get exactly what they wanted because all of your dreams had lead you to this point. You were falling for it.

“Diana, if you had asked me first ... I never would have brought anyone here. I would have picked you everytime.” You admitted, since now seemed to be the time for the truth to come out. “I never thought in a hundred years that you would ... want me to go with you. You could bring anyone, you know that.”

“You should move on from those childhood insecurities.” Diana said, moving her hands up your neck to rest on both of your cheeks. “I see how you hide yourself, you should not. You are strong, you are powerful, you are beautiful. More than you think that you are.”

You could feel parts of your body starting to fall asleep as all the blood rushed to your face in that moment. Your mouth opened to take in the air, and Diana’s eyes went to your lips. She moved in slowly, and you knew that it was because you could stop her if you wanted to this way. But you didn’t want to stop her.

In the dark office, with only lights coming in from the window, you shared your first kiss with Diana. It didn’t have the fireworks, or the drama that you had come up with in your daydreams about this moment, but it was perfect nonetheless. And when she finally moved away, her fingers moved to your lips to wipe away some of the lipstick transfer.

“You’re admitting all this because I made you jealous with Ralph?” You asked, once you caught your breath again. You let out a shaky laugh as she nodded. “I’ve got other friends, I can bring another one to the next event if that means you’ll kiss me again.”

Diana laughed, took your hand and squeezed. “Don’t you dare. You’ll either accompany me as my date, or I won’t show up at all. No compromises.”

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Part III - The Untimely Downfall of Strangers

THEN - Day 1011

Being on tour was a lot like working a job 24/7. Days were long and nights were short. I’d wake up to do radio promo, a talk show, some sort of something in whatever city we were in. I’d do a soundcheck, meet and greet, run through any tricky dance moves, wardrobe changes, the like.

If Harry was out on the road we’d maybe watch a movie, play soccer in the parking lot, hang out with my little brother.

Having people on the road made it okay--when Ben or Maya were on summer vacation they’d come out with my mom and Pete. My dad would come to a few shows and my cousins would come when we were on the east coast.

Sometimes, though, it would be just me and Sinead and Nick and the other 182 people that made the show run. I loved my band, I loved the crew that came on the road. But they weren’t the same as my family and friends.

You learn, after a while, that those people need to be your family, or else you’ll go crazy. You start accepting the fact that you’ll spend some holidays with them, celebrate birthdays, share all of the highs and all of the lows.

Sometimes I was jealous that Harry got four other people to do it with. The five of them got to each take part--they were well balanced, a decision didn’t rest on just one of their shoulders. They had someone they could turn to, someone right there, who understood exactly what it felt like to be doing what they were doing.

“Are you ready for hair and makeup soon?” Sinead sat down at the table in catering and looked at me expectantly. I put my phone down--I’d been rereading the last message I sent to Harry.

I hadn’t spoken to him all day--I texted him to let him know what time soundcheck was but he hadn’t said anything back.

He was in Norway, so the time difference didn’t exactly make things easy. I was sat, somewhere in Kansas, in the catering tent in a parking lot behind Arrowhead Stadium.

“Yeah,” I said, forking a bite of food into my mouth. “Just need to finish this.”

“You don’t need to rush,” she laughed a little.

It felt like I always needed to.

“Y’alright?”

I nodded--even though it was a lie. I wasn’t bad, or terrible, I was just surviving. I was keeping myself afloat, but I hated those questions, because it always made me feel like I could cry at any second.

I was so used to just lying through my teeth to convince everyone that I was loving being on tour and I missed Harry so much but that everything was fine. The truth was that tour was exhausting, Harry felt distant, and sometimes I wished I could go to sleep for three years.

“I’m just tired.”

Sometimes I wondered what other people thought about my life--not my fans, not the people who didn’t know me. I wondered what Sinead thought, what Nick thought, what Nathan thought. I wondered what they made of the endless days and nights of performing, the talk shows, the interviews.

Nick was always so proud--he was so happy that I had been so successful and that all of my dreams came true, he was quick to remind me that they had. He was right--at thirteen years old when I moved to California to be on a talent show on a kid’s network, all I wanted was to play sold out shows, play my music on stage, and get to wear fun clothes.

Now I dreaded having to put on whatever sequined potato sack they threw me into--it was itchy and hot and tight.

“Margot,” Sinead said suddenly, I hadn’t noticed that she’d been watching me the whole time. I looked up, offered a smile, and waited for her to continue. “You’re out of it lately--you’re not you.”

My face fell--I couldn’t tell if I was thrilled or terrified that she noticed.

“What’s going on?”

The catering tent hummed with people around us--guitar techs and dancers sat interspersed as everyone enjoyed their dinner. This was one of those moments where I wished I could just pause the outside world, take a moment, and catch my breath.

I stared at Sinead--her all access pass hung around her neck, her lanyard had my name on it in big, gold letters.

“I just miss Harry,” I shrugged.

She eyed me closely, but she eventually decided she believed me. “He’ll be here next week for the American leg of his tour,” she reminded me.

I nodded--I didn’t know if that was a good thing or not.

I did miss Harry--but I missed the old Harry. I missed the Harry that I first met, the Harry that made me feel alive and in love and wired.

I missed the Harry that pulled me out of this funk.

It wasn’t that I didn’t love Harry anymore. I just felt stale and bored and sedentary--I missed the honeymoon stage and feared that our relationship was just convenient. How could he love me if I was this apathetic, tired human with four layers of foundation used beneath her eyes to make everything seem okay?

It didn’t help that Zayn’s departure from the band made Harry even more focused on his future--he’d often be so busy planning out his life that he forgot to factor me in. I think he was ready for a life beyond the band, but terrified of what might happen.

Sometimes it felt like he understood how I felt--sometimes he’d make comments about being excited for the end, he was eager to explore his own music and find other passions--but then he’d remind me that he couldn’t imagine a day where he didn’t get on stage.

I couldn’t relate to that part.

NOW - Day 1695

I heard the driveway alert--signaling Sinead’s exit--shortly after I locked myself in my bedroom upstairs. I laid in my bed, face up, and watched the ceiling fan spin in a circle.

What a day.

If it wasn’t enough to hear from your ex-boyfriend for the first time in eighteen months, pair it with listening to his album inspired by your break up and a fight with you assistant/best friend, and you’ve got yourself a recipe for a headache.

I couldn’t help but think back to the day Harry and I broke up--the look on his face was something I’d remember for the rest of my life. When he left with such little fight, I figured he’d been feeling the same way, even if he said he hadn’t. I figured that he saw it coming--that he’d prepared himself for it and that he had made his peace with it.

My phone dinged on the night table next to me, I flung a hand over to retrieve it. Harry’s name on the screen made my stomach lurch.

It was good to see you today.

For the first time in a while, I felt the rush of emotion in my throat--that ball that forms and blocks the air. Was it good to see me? We’d barely spoken about anything deeper than surface level--but maybe that was a good thing. How did two people with a complex history dive back into the middle of the story when the words were still so unclear?

My feet were on the floor in a second and I headed straight down the hall. Having a house with four bedrooms was great, mainly because one of them because a music room.

I pushed the door open and looked around--I hadn’t spent a lot of time in here. I’d mostly come in and write a song or two and then leave for three weeks. That seemed to be my writing cycle lately.

When I was putting out an album every year, I’d write probably four or five songs a week. I’d have writing sessions with Nathan and Liz, a woman who’d written with me a lot in the past. I’d sit with them in quiet rooms and pour my heart out, something that felt so safe and so healing. Now it felt scary and dangerous.

I went to the piano and sat, playing an E, with a rising base note. I didn’t know what I had to say--I couldn’t quite place the emotion on the keys just yet. I played that for a minute, the repetition lent itself to a calm feeling.

Harry and I had been together for such a short time in the big picture. Three years felt like a lifetime in some ways, but at other times, it felt like three seconds. We’d spent a lot of time talking about the future, but here I was, left with the broken pieces of a relationship and I had nothing to show for it.

We didn’t have the chance to live the life we’d talked about--the house and the kids and the happiness.

I broke another glass in the house we never built.

The winter’s always cold enough, cold enough to kill.

I couldn’t even finish a verse--all I could do was cry over the piano that had once been something so important to me. It’s not that it wasn’t--it’s that so much had changed. I was a different person than I was when I left Harry--I was more whole, I was more grounded, I knew who I was.

I don’t think I ever did before.

And that was the problem--he loved the old me, he didn’t even know the new me.

THEN - Day 387

“I missed you so much,” Harry wrapped his arms around me when I crashed into his dressing room. He hugged me so tight my feet lifted off the floor.

It was a Wednesday night--he was in New York for a talk show with the band and I’d flown in from a music video shoot in Spain. Sinead walked in behind me, my duffle bag in her arms.

“I missed you too,” I breathed into his neck, the scent of him made me feel whole somehow, like I’d been missing more than just my boyfriend.

“Nice to see you too, Harry,” Sinead smirked from behind me. Harry let go of me, placing me back on the ground before stepping around me to hug Sinead.

“Did you think I wasn’t going to greet you with as much enthusiasm?” He laughed a bit, wrapping his arms around Sinead’s waist to lift her off the floor like he had with me. Sinead didn’t react the same way--instead, she pulled her head away from Harry and pretended to gag.

“Alright, alright,” she said as he set her down. She smoothed out her shirt. “Where’s Bridget? Can I give this to her?” She held out my bag.

Sinead--who had the next few days off--was handing me off to Harry and Bridget. I had a few days free and so did Harry--so New York was the meeting spot this time. It was winter--the weather was cold and the air was sharp outside.

“I think she’s in the hallway--she was just in here,” Harry pointed to the door, his eyebrows furrowed in a cute way as he watched Sinead set the bag on the floor.

“Go, Sinead,” I smiled at her. She was excited to head home to L.A. and have a week to herself--the girl had been working as hard as I had, flying all over for a video, then a photoshoot, and then promo in Europe. “Have a good week.”

“Gonna live without me?” She joked, running a hand down her ponytail.

“Yes,” I assured her. “I will.”

Niall appeared from the bathroom and let out a loud victory screech. “Margot Jones? The Margot Jones is in my dressing room!” He fanned at his own face, pushing Harry out of the way to come and throw himself at me.

I rolled my eyes, trying to catch his weight as he toppled me onto the nearby couch.

“Okay have fun, be safe! Call me if you need me!” Sinead called from the door, waving before she let it shut.

Niall--from his spot basically sat on top of me--let out another shriek. “She’s back, she’s really back!”

Liam, who appeared from a different room, took Niall’s yelling as an invitation to jump on top of both of us. “What a night! It’s like a dream come true, Niall!”

“I have a girlfriend under there, y’know,” Harry laughed a little, crossing his arms as he watched his friends suffocate me in the couch cushions.

“And she’s slowly losing air,” I tried to yell past Niall’s elbow in my face.

“Okay, that’s enough,” Harry laughed, stepping forward to pull Niall off of me. “We’d get sued if we kill her, she’s worth a lot.”

I rolled my eyes at his money joke--I didn’t really like it when people brought up my income. I knew Harry understood--he made just as much as I did, so I simply rolled my eyes and stood up when Niall and Liam set me free.

It wasn’t that I didn’t like admitting that I had money--I mean, saying I didn’t was like saying the sky wasn’t blue. My networth was searchable on the internet and I regularly traveled on private planes, it wasn’t like it was a secret.

For some reason, though, when Harry brought it up, I wondered how he’d feel about me if I weren’t Margot Jones. Would he still have fallen in love with me if I didn’t have a few Grammys sitting in my mom’s house?

Would he still want to call me every night before bed if I couldn’t fly out to visit him for a weekend?

I liked to believe that he would--but that’s the shitty thing about how my brain worked. I always had my doubts.

THEN - Day 1124

It had been three weeks since I’d seen Harry. His tour was in full swing, my tour was in full swing, and with each passing day, I could feel my exhaustion grow.

I walked behind Sinead as we headed down a hallway in the venue somewhere in Glasgow--she carried my duffle bag on her shoulder. “Put your pass on,” she said.

I rolled my eyes. I couldn’t help but think it was stupid that I needed a pass--sure, I wasn’t the headliner on this tour, but I knew I’d be offended as hell if someone didn’t know who I was.

I slung it around my neck and stopped short behind Sinead--who knocked twice on a door that one of Harry’s bodyguards stood beside. He nodded in my direction as greeting but didn’t say anything.

Harry opened the door--he had his own dressing room on this tour, and right now, I was thankful for that.

“Hi,” he smiled at her, then looked past her brown hair to let his eyes settle on my tired face. I forced a grin at him, I didn’t care if it looked fake. My flight was long, my tour was busy, I hadn’t slept in about 20 hours.

Sinead stepped out of the way so Harry could place a kiss on my lips. “I’m gonna hit catering,” she said, handing my bag to Harry, who happily took it. His cheery mood almost bothered me.

Sinead--who was just as tired as I was--walked away from us without a goodbye. I turned to face Harry, who led me into his dressing room before placing my bag on the couch.

“How was your flight, lovie?” He sat, patting at his lap to invite me to sit. I walked over and crawled onto him, letting his arms wrap around me.

“Long as shit. And I didn’t sleep because Nick wanted to go over a bunch of stuff for the next leg of the tour. We’re adding a date in Japan and I’ve got to do new choreography for the single.”

He frowned. “When did you last eat?”

Good question.

“Before the flight, I think.”

He ran a hand over the hair on my head--I hadn’t washed it after the last show, it was probably filled with knots and hairspray. “Let’s call over to catering and get you something.”

I didn’t respond. Instead, I let him nudge me off of him so he could walk over to his phone on the makeup counter. He picked it up and began typing a message to someone.

I sat there, staring at the floor, wondering what would happen if I just didn’t go back on the road. There were only two weeks left--twelve shows. The end seemed so far away.

“What’reya thinking about, baby?” He came to sit next to me again. I looked up at him.

“I’m just tired.”

“Margot,” he said my name like he knew I was lying. The tension in the air was palpable, he hated when I did this.

“Harry,” I countered back.

I didn’t want to tell him what I really felt. There’d been a few times where I’d drunkenly tell him that I wanted to quit and we’d have an alcohol-fueled heart-to-heart, only to never mention it again. I don’t think he knew how to address it.

He let out a sigh, scratching the back of his neck. “You can cancel it,” he said quietly, his eyes glued to my face. I hated the fact that he knew how I was feeling without me saying it.

“I can’t,” I shook my head, rolling my eyes at his silly suggestion. But was it silly? Could I cancel shows that thousands of people had booked tickets for?

“You can,” he answered my inner-question, his green eyes locking on mine now.

“I’m fine,” I told him, standing up and walking over to my bag--I knelt down reached inside for my phone.

“Margot,” he called my attention again, rising from the couch to come towards me. There were voices outside his door, he lowered his own so they wouldn’t hear us. “What is going on? When are you gonna admit you need a break?”

“When I actually need one,” I shrugged, biting my lip. I stood up and turned to face him.

“When are you going to admit that you need one now?”

There was a knock on the door before Bridget opened it. She had a plate of food in her hand--presumably for me. “You’re exactly who I was looking for,” she smiled at me.

“Not tonight,” I told him.

NOW - Day 1697

Nathan sat on the couch in the studio with a notebook in his lap. He’d been thrilled to hear from me--we’d only texted a few times in the last year or so.

Nathan had been probably the most supportive of me taking a break--aside from Harry, at least. When I was writing and recording an album, which was arguably more than half of the battle, I spent at least eight hours a day with Nathan.

He saw me cry at the piano and he saw me burst through the door with the glow of young love. He’d just about heard every detail of my life and he helped me make it more polished and ready for the rest of the world to hear.

“Is it good?” He asked.

“It’s fucking great--I mean, Jeff Bhasker produced it--he’s worked with everyone.”

Nathan nodded, waiting for me to say more.

“It’s kind of rocky, but kind of Indy as well, it’s a lot of things. It’s brutal, lyrically.”

His eyes went a little wide as he rubbed at his strawberry blond beard. “About you?”

“I’m assuming,” I laughed a little. “Unless he got his heart broken by someone else in the last year and half.”

“Probably not,” he smiled at me. “Are you mad about it, though?”

“That he wrote about me?”

He nodded, resting his arm on the back of the leather couch. Sun streamed in between the curtains--Nathan always kept the studio pretty dark. He said it was a better ambiance.

“I mean--he has every right to tell his side of the story. But that’s the thing--it’s just one side of the story.”

Nathan let out a sigh, a smirk played at his lips and I knew he was glad I was here. “So lemme hear yours,” he motioned to the guitar that was in a stand next to me.

I reached over and picked it up, placing the capo on the 4th fret.

“What did you just say? No, I heard you right the first time, I heard you right the first time. Are you trying to hurt me? You know you’re supposed to lie, when the truth is so unkind.”

Nathan listened on, his eyes closed as I started the chorus.

“There’s nothing on your skeleton, your heart is gone, you’re acting like it doesn’t even matter, like I don’t even matter.”

I paused--I didn’t want to go on if he didn’t think it had potential. He opened his eyes and looked at me.

“Are you gonna do a counter release?”

I knew he was going to ask. “I don’t know. I’ve got enough to do an album of just stuff from before the break--I was writing a lot in the summer of 2015 before shit hit the fan.”

He laughed and reached for a pen on the coffee table. “How many?”

“Like eighteen--eighteen good ones.”

“Eighteen songs?”

I nodded.

“Well fuck, Margot,” he laughed. “We’ve got some work to do, then.”

NOW - Day 1701

“There’s nothing on your skeleton, your heart is gone, you’re acting like it doesn’t matter, like I don’t even matter,” I sang alone in the living room. I was recording an updated voice memo on my phone, hoping to send it to Nathan by the end of the day.

He loved the song I’d played for him--he wanted me to work on a pre-chorus and a bridge.

The driveway alert went off--I set my guitar down and stood from the couch, walking to the front door to see who was there.

A small black car had parked near the street--Harry climbed out of the front seat with sunglasses on. He wore a blue button-up short-sleeved shirt.

I opened the door and stepped out, unsure of how he’d gotten my address. “Hi,” I called out, causing him to look up from the driveway as he came closer.

“Hi,” he breathed out, holding a hand up to block the sun. He picked up his pace to come to the front step. When he was in front of me, he hesitated and then sighed--almost as if he was relieved that I answered the door. “Do you have a second?”

“Uh,” I looked back into the living room. It’s not like I was really doing anything--but I had no idea how long a second was to him. “Sure, what’s up?”

“I just wanted to touch base with you--uh, about the release.” He looked back up to his car--most likely nervous that someone had followed him here. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah,” I said quietly, stepping aside to shut the door behind us once we were both in the entryway of my house. I knew what he was doing--he was warning me. His album would come out and I’d be getting emails and calls from people--did I know he was writing it? Had I spoken with him? Did he tell me anything about it?

We’d texted a bit the day after we had coffee--he asked more about my writing and my plans for future music. That’s when I stopped responding.

“I’ve talked with my PR people about different responses--I mean, I figure people will ask me questions about you.” He sounded robotic, almost--he sounded like he’d rehearsed his words before he came, or worse, like someone was telling him what to say to me.

We’d long been used to getting prepped for interviews--knowing the answers we’d give before questions were asked. This felt strange though--I didn’t want him to feel like he had to avoid my name. I’d been a part of his life, a part that was important enough for him to write about.

“It’s fine, Harry, I trust you.”

The words sounded ironic coming out of my mouth--I’d spent the last week being angry and annoyed with the way his album was painting me, but here I was saying that I trusted him to answer questions about our relationship.

I knew that Harry cared about me--even if his lyrics made me out to be the bad guy.

“You’re thinking,” he said, a bit of a smirk crossing onto his face.

I rolled my eyes and headed towards the kitchen. I figured he’d take a cup of tea. “I’m always thinking.”

He laughed, following behind me as he took in the sight of my house. “I know--it’s your fatal flaw.”

I turned quickly look at him over my shoulder, causing him to lose the smile on his face. “Sorry.”

Asshole. As if I wasn’t aware that my constant state of mild panic had fucked up everything. I didn’t need him to remind me.

I reached up into the cupboard to get the black tea he liked, pulling it down to the counter. He stood in silence in my kitchen, and I suddenly felt like the growing apart we’d done was irreversible.

I grabbed the teapot from my stove and filled it with water, I wondered if he liked the way I decorated the kitchen. “I sound like a jerk on your album.”

He was quiet for a second and waited for me to turn around. When I did, he sighed. “I wasn’t trying to make you sound like a jerk.”

“I know you weren’t.”

How did I tell him that I hadn’t meant to hurt him? How did I tell him that I left him because I had to--not because I wanted to?

“I was just writing my experience of it. Just trying to be honest.”

I nodded again, dropping my gaze to the floor. “You hurt me too, y’know.”

“What do you mean?”

“What do you mean?” I looked up at him. “I mean what I said.”

He closed his eyes tight and took a deep breath, as if he were annoyed. “Can you explain what you mean, Margot?”

I licked my lips, willing the tea to boil faster so I could have something in my hands.

“You never called me when I was in rehab.”

He swallowed. “I didn’t know you wanted me to.”

I scoffed at this--why would I not want him to? “I didn’t know I had to tell you that’s what you should have done.”

“Margot, I didn’t come here to fight.”

“Why did you come, Harry?”

He crossed his arms. “I wanted to see how you were doing knowing that it’s coming out.”

“Doesn’t seem like I have any option, right? That’s pretty typical. Grin and bear it, Margot.”

He shook his head, annoyed with my anger. He walked around the island and sat on a stool, resting his head in the palm of his hands. He gripped at his hair and sighed again. “I didn’t call you because I had nothing to say. I didn’t want to break up, you know that.”

“I didn’t enjoy hurting you, just so you know. I didn’t like breaking your heart.”

“I didn’t say you did,” he looked up at me. “But I still don’t really understand why you left.”

THEN - Day 1143

Sinead had texted me, asking me to come back to my dressing room after sound check. We were somewhere in Pennsylvania, the white hallways of venues had long blurred into one for me, I was lucky if I could find my way to the stage most nights.

I counted the squares on the cement walls as I walked--36, 37, 38. I rounded the corner and was met by the open door of my dressing room--Sinead sat on the couch next to my mother. Nick was standing beside them and Harry was leaned against the wall.

My mother had been on the road with us, but Harry was a surprise.

“What are you doing here?” I looked at him, somewhat disappointed at the sight of him. Every time he smiled at me, every time he told me he loved me, I knew I was heading down a dead end street. I needed to end things.

“Sinead asked me to come out,” he replied, his face was straight and his eyes looked sad and tired.

I looked from Harry to my mom, then to Sinead, and then to Nick. I knew what this was. I’d seen it in movies.

“We just want to talk with you, honey,” my mom smiled at me. She, too, looked sad and tired--was that how I looked all the time, even when Bonnie slapped a decent amount of makeup on me?

“Oh lord,” I rolled my eyes, walking towards them to take the empty seat that apparently had my name on it.

Each of them had confronted me separately--you’re not yourself, Margot, Something’s up with you, are you sure you’re okay? Maybe it wasn’t the same as this, but I knew how they felt, they’d made it plenty clear.

I didn’t know how to answer those questions because I didn’t know what it was. I was sad, I was tired, I was incredibly on edge and I didn’t sleep well. When I closed my eyes I could hear the screaming crowds and sometimes it felt like my whole world was caving in.

I didn’t have energy, I didn’t have motivation to do anything. I had to drink enough coffee to keep myself awake long enough to perform the second set.

“We’re worried about you,” Nick said. “We think you need to take some time off.”

I looked to Harry--I knew this was probably brought on by him. He’d been the one to actually tell me I needed a break the last time I saw him. He didn’t understand, though--I couldn’t. I didn’t know what that looked like.

“I don’t need a break,” I shook my head, trying my best to keep my voice steady. I knew that if I became emotional and got too anxious they’d be quick to use it as ammunition.

“Margot, you absolutely do,” my mom tried to reason with me. “You’re exhausted and you’re working too much and you should just come home for a bit. Maybe we can go back to Raleigh, you can see your old friends.”

“Mom,” I shook my head. I had no idea how to respond, because the truth was that she was right. I was tired, and I was sick of my job, and I was bitter about the fact that everyone wanted to know what I was doing 24/7.

But the truth also was that I signed up for this and now it was my life. I signed up for putting my life on display and that provided for my family and my siblings and me. And now, I didn’t know who I was without my career.

For seven years I had been Margot Jones, popstar, singer-songwriter, actress--I didn’t know how to be a 20 year old. I knew how to be a girl with experience well beyond her years, trapped in the body of a kid.

“Margot just hear us out,” Harry was annoyed now. He pushed himself off of the wall and came to stand closer to me. “You’re going crazy, practically. You’re angry and you’re irritable, and you’re tired.”

Again, none of this was news to me, I didn’t know why they were treating it like it was.

“I’m fully aware of how fucked up I am,” I shot back at him. Sinead seemed to be surprised by my outburst, but Nick watched on with a steady gaze. I stood from the chair in which I sat and took a step back from Harry. “I don’t need you to point it out.”

I headed for the door, but I could hear Harry’s footsteps behind me in the hallway. Great--the last thing I needed was everyone on my crew knowing what type of bullshit he was trying to pull.

“Margot, no one is trying to force you to do anything, we want this to be your decision.”

I kept walking, my eyes set forward. I was angry, but it wasn’t surfacing. I was sad, but it wasn’t breaking through. The more emotion I felt, the less I could show it.

“Will you just talk to me?” He raised his voice behind me.

I stopped short, turned on one foot, and stared at him. “I don’t have anything to say.”

He rolled his eyes. “Of course you do.”

“I don’t care, Harry. I don’t care about any of this,” I motioned around. A man pulled a hand truck by us with more sound equipment and Marcie, my stage manager, offered a small smile as she stayed close to the wall.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that I don’t give a shit about anything! That’s a problem.”

He nodded slowly, now he was unsure what to say. He kept his eyes on mine, neither one of us dared to look away.

“If I could fix it I would, but I don’t think I can. If I take a break, I’m never coming back.”

He opened his mouth but no sound came out.

I knew what he was thinking. How could I leave something I loved so much? How could I be sick of it? How could I not love making music and touring and being paid to do it?

All I wanted was a normal life--sometimes I saw my brother in college, going to class, going to parties, and I wished for a second I could leave my house without getting a picture taken.

I wished sometimes I could just be a person with a name and a job, maybe I’d work in graphic design, or maybe I’d be a vet.

I wasn’t anyone, though. I was an image that was created by a label--sure, I let them do it. I let them promote me and whore me out and post my image up on billboards. I had thousands of people who thought they knew me, but they didn’t know shit.

I knew that if I took this break--this stupid hiatus that everyone was pushing for--I knew I’d never come back. I knew I would leave and sit in a house somewhere in the woods and I wouldn’t be anyone.

I didn’t know what was worse, at this point.

THEN - Day 103

My plane touched down in London and it was raining--I’d been so many times before. I’d played shows and done appearances, but I’d never been here to meet someone. My weeks had become a countdown to seeing Harry again, and my days were spent waiting for another text.

I’d suddenly become amazing at mental math, constantly determining the hour in whatever time zone he was in. My stomach constantly had butterflies.

Sinead was back in L.A.--it was shortly after the New Year, and my mom had only given me permission to come all the way to London if I brought security with me.

The lights in the small cabin lit up, the pilot made an announcement to me and Jack, and I grabbed my bag. I couldn’t wait any longer.

My relationship with Harry was still new--he’d spent plenty of time with my family, but I’d yet to meet his sister and his mom. I couldn’t help but wonder what they thought they knew about me--I was past the point of fame where I could assume that someone didn’t know who I was.

I climbed down the stairs and onto the pavement, straight into a black car and towards wherever it was that Harry was staying. Jack made a few comments about driving on the wrong side of the road, but I couldn’t focus on much besides the fact that I’d get to see Harry.

I’d never felt this way--I’d never felt like I could be so authentically myself with someone, especially lately. The past few years had been worse than I expected. At first, being famous was fun. There was money and there was traveling and writing and singing and meeting people who loved me more than I’d ever loved anyone.

After a while, though, it started to feel stale. I started to feel like I was just maintaining an image that I didn’t create. I was fulfilling the role that so many people had put me in--the role that my fans saw and the role that they showed on TV. I didn’t know who I was. I knew who Margot Jones was, but sometimes she felt distant.

Harry made me feel like we were the same--like the Margot that everyone idolized wasn’t the greatest thing about me. He made me feel like a girl who loved chocolate and journaling and swimming and talking late at night on the phone.

He made me feel like I was real.

Right when I felt like I could float away, he pulled me down to earth.

A man from Harry’s security team led me in the back door of a hotel--sneaking around made everything more fun. We weaved down a hallway, past a hundred doors that all looked the same. Eventually, the tall man with a black shirt chose one to knock on.

“Hi,” Harry smiled when he opened the door. He opened his arms to receive me, I took in a breath, appreciating his scent and the feeling of having someone’s arms around me. “I missed you.”

“I missed you,” I looked up at him. “I’m really nervous though.”

“To meet my family?” He laughed, shaking the hand of the security guard before shutting the door behind me. I nodded. “They’re going to love you. How could they not?”

“They don’t know me, they probably know who I am, but that’s not--that’s not me.”

I set my bag down by my feet. He stared at me, a small smile set on his face. “I know they’ll love you.”

“How do you know that?” I rolled my eyes a little.

“Because,” he shrugged. “I know they will. And besides, I love you.”

He hadn’t said that before. I stared at him, my lips turning into a smile--I felt like I could cry. I knew he meant it, I knew he felt it, I knew because I did, too.

THEN - Day 1168

Harry knew that something was wrong. He didn’t kiss me goodnight and he didn’t tell me he loved me. He was mad that I wouldn’t talk to him, he was mad I wouldn’t tell him how I felt, but I didn’t have the words.

His band had just released their album, and I flew to New York to visit while they did promo. The whole summer had been like a build up to this moment. I couldn’t pull him any deeper with me. I know he cared--I know he wanted me to be happy, to get help, but that was too hard. Maybe this was how I was supposed to be.

I slept in my own hotel room--I needed my space, I needed time to think. It’d been seven years of pretending, and at this point, it felt like I couldn’t last another second.

New York was cold and the leaves were mostly gone--dormant like the emotion inside of me.

He’d knocked on my door after I asked him to come over. I opened it, and I think he knew right then. He looked at me with big green eyes, almost glossy with emotion, but he didn’t say anything. I stepped aside and let him in.

I wondered, for a second, what would happen if I told him everything--all of the sadness, uncertainty, and fear that slept inside of me, waiting to come out. I figured he wouldn’t understand, I figured it would cause him too much pain.

He walked to the couch and sat, his eyes on the floor. I sat across from him, waiting to see if he’d ask what I wanted--he let out a sigh and rubbed at his eyes. “You can’t do this, can you?”

I didn’t really know what he meant, but I figured that he was right. I didn’t feel like I could do much, these days.

I shook my head when he looked at me. He closed his eyes quickly, almost as if it hurt to look at me. I stood from the couch, suddenly feeling like I needed more room to breathe. He looked too sad, too hurt, I couldn’t know that I was doing that to him. I’d already hurt him enough.

“So that’s it? We’re just quitting--no reason. No explanation. Just because you’re--” he stopped.

“I’m what?” I challenged him, the anger in his voice seemed to rub off on me.

“You’re sick.”

“I’m not sick,” I shot back. I didn’t feel sick. I didn’t have a fever. I didn’t have a stomach ache. I walked to the bed in the bed and sat.

“You won’t accept help.”

“I don’t need it.”

“Yes, Margot. You do.”

I stared at him for a minute, there was a part of me that wanted to cry and admit that I didn’t know what to do and I was scared. I couldn’t pull myself out of this endless hole and it felt like everyone else had stopped trying.

The walls of the hotel seemed to blur, the four slabs of sheetrock were suddenly the same box I’d lived in my whole life. The windows that looked out over a bleak New York were simply slivers of hope--a glimpse into a world I’d never know.

He came to stand next to me, looking down as I avoided his gaze. “You can leave me, and you can end this, but you need to get help. Okay?”

His voice was distant, words strung together in a melodic tone that I knew was supposed to mean something. His face was a memory, his green eyes used to spark adrenaline in me, but here, in this moment, the only word I could mutter was: “okay.”

Was it okay? Was I okay? Was he okay?

How had everything crashed down like this? How had the polished and scripted idea become such a desperate and empty scene? A cold hotel room in the middle of New York was the sterile setting of my heartbreak.

There was a pit in my stomach made up of words I hadn’t said--things I’d kept from him all summer, all year. I knew it was going to happen, I knew it needed to happen, but now it felt wrong. The thought of him leaving and walking out the door sent a fire in my heart and a wave of fear through my veins, but I couldn’t say that out loud. He was the only person who seemed to care--he was the one who made me feel real.

“I’m sorry,” he said, holding my gaze for a minute before I had to look away. I could see the water in his eyes--the emotion that I was so disconnected from--and I wish I felt guilty. I didn’t want to see him in pain, but the part of my brain that felt empathy had long been turned off. “I love you, y’know.”

I nodded.

He always had.

He was quiet now, waiting for me to say something in response. I loved him--I loved him with every piece of my heart, but saying that didn’t seem like it would change anything. I could trace over the last six months like I’d done every night for weeks, but it felt like that would only delay the inevitable. I was a one way ticket to ruining his life.

“Say something,” he spoke again, his voice lower this time. I brought my head up, offering him a small smile. I could feel the pain in his voice, and I wished I could show him that. I could sense the urgency in his voice, but I didn’t have any words.

I’d been saying so many words for the last seven years that the well was dry. He had to understand that.

“Harry,” I breathed out his name, the slump in his shoulders told me that he felt just as hopeless as I did. “I think you should go.”

The words were easy to say--harder to feel. Did I mean it? Not really, but I had to convince him I did. If I made it clear that this decision wasn’t easy he’d have a harder time going, he’d look back over his shoulder, he’d question every step.

That would make it harder.

He stood from the bed, pausing again to see if I’d say anything else. I looked up at him, trying to get a good look at him. Here was the person who saved me, the person who made me whole when I felt like a shell of myself, and here was the person who made me not afraid to try.

He nodded in response to my silence, keeping his eyes on the ground. I could see his wet cheeks, though I hadn’t seen any tears actually fall. He leaned in, pressed a kiss to my forehead, and left.

NOW - Day 1701

“I didn’t enjoy hurting you, just so you know. I didn’t like breaking your heart.”

“I didn’t say you did,” he looked up at me. “But I still don’t really understand why you left.”

“You really want to get into this, now?”

I didn’t know what he wanted from me. He came here, he showed up, all I could do was make him tea and tell him that I could handle the shit show that his album was about to spark.

I don’t think people ever got sick of news about us--we’d been broken up for a year and a half, and there were still headlines about if his vague instagram was about me or if I was doing okay after the split.

If there was one thing everyone knew, it was that I left him--he made that pretty clear. I was the villain--the magazines and the gossip sites painted me as the girl who ran away and the girl who needed rehab.

The girl who was just too sad.

He was the poor guy who had to deal with the media circus when I went away--no one could reach me for a comment in the backwoods of Tennessee while I sat on a couch in my therapist’s office crying into a box of tissues. He had to answer the questions and he had to exist in a world where I was now the bad guy.

“We haven’t ever gotten into it. I can’t read your mind. I wish I could.”

“You don’t,” I said quickly. He wouldn’t do well with the constant fear and worry and sadness. It wasn’t as bad now, sure--it was more manageable and I was getting better and better at tolerating it, but he certainly didn’t wish he could be inside of here with me.

“I wish I knew what happened to us,” he rephrased his words, keeping his eyes on me.

“I wish I knew what happened to me,” I said.

He was being selfish--he was doing that thing where he acted like he was the only one who was affected by my mood, by my anxiety, by my depression. He didn’t have to live with it.

He was quiet for a minute. The tea kettle whistled and I poured the water into two glasses. I slid the box of tea towards him, I could have made it for him--just a splash of some milk and a little bit of honey--but I didn’t want to seem too forward.

“I could have helped you.”

I knew he would take it there--I knew this would become a thing. He’d have some hero complex and I’d have to explain why that only happened in movies.

“People can’t save each other, Harry. That’s not how it works.”

“I said ‘help.’”

“I know what you said.”

He dipped his tea bag into the water in his mug. I brought a spoon to my own and stirred, watching as the color from the tea bag seeped into the hot liquid.

“I loved you, I just wanted to help.”

I took a deep breath--his intentions were good, I knew that. “I know. But you couldn’t have. I left because it was something I needed to do alone. I ruined your summer--I ruined our relationship. I didn’t want you to get taken down with the ship.”

He looked up at me now, his eyes on mine. I think he was surprised.

“You weren’t going to take me down,” his voice was quiet--sad, almost.

“I already had, Harry. Everything in your life that summer became about me and making sure I was okay. Everyone’s life revolved around me. That wasn’t fair.”

I wondered if I should tell him that I missed him, that I wished he could have helped. Instead of speaking more, I sipped at my tea.

“I’m sorry you felt so alone.”

I kept my eyes on the ground, I knew if I looked at him, I’d cry. I didn’t feel alone, I was alone. No one could take the pain away from me, no one could make me feel okay. I had to roll my sleeves up and do the work.

“I didn’t know what you needed and I didn’t know how to ask.”

I laughed a little at this, offering a small smile when I finally mustered up the courage to look at him. “I also lied and said I didn’t need any.”

He shrugged, mirroring my smile. “There’s that too.”

We were both quiet for a second--he sat at the island and drank his tea, I stared out the window at the waves that crashed on the sand. The warmth from my mug felt good on my skin, for a second, I didn’t feel so uncomfortable.

“Do you think your fans will hate me?”

He looked up at me, the glass was raised to his lips. He swallowed, set it down, and then tugged at his lower lip, pondering my question. “Dunno--they’ll not be pleased, I’m sure.”

I stared down into my mug, watching the tea bag float effortlessly. I think what I really wanted to know was if he hated me.

“I don’t want them to, just so you know,” he laughed a little, watching me and waiting for me to make eye contact. “That’s not the point of my album.”

“I know, but, they will. I was a dick.”

He was quiet now. I don’t think he wanted to agree, but he also knew I wasn’t wrong.

“I’m sorry I didn’t explain why I broke up with you.”

He nodded, another pause of silence passed between us. “I appreciate that.”

“You’re supposed to say ‘I’m sorry I wrote a whole album about you being a dick,’” I teased him.

He let out a hearty laugh, throwing his head back as he grinned. “Right--I meant that.”

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❝ how deep is your love, chris evans & tom holland.

summary: you and chris find love through a small encounter on a rainy day, but the 10+ year age gap soon gets to your relationship. so, he did what he thought was best and introduced you to someone closer to your age, tom.

author’s note: i’m baaaack :-) hey friends, so sorry it’s been a hot sec, real life things haven’t been so kind to me. BUT! i poured it all out into this part, so i hope you enjoy. honestly? this might be a good part to end the series on, though i haven’t decided for sure yet! we shall see. <3

PART SIX.

A part of you desperately wanted to say no.

But the other part also longed for the truth. You and Chris were adults, and you knew very well that a talk in person was needed. Gliding your fingers through your hair, you let out a sigh of defeat. There was still Tom you had to worry about, as he was clueless to the whole situation.

You really didn’t need to break two hearts in one night.

“Sure,” you replied weakly. Shuffling around the carpeted ground to get up properly, you felt a hand help hoist you back up. Chris smiled with his hand on yours, only to let your cheeks flush in a mauve pink.

“You mind giving me and Y/N a sec, Tom?” You heard Chris say from beside, as you were unable to make proper eye contact with Tom. It was all too conflicting. You couldn’t face him right now, not when your head’s not in the place to put people’s feelings on the line again.

You loved Chris with every fiber of your being. And while that spoke to its truth, you also didn’t want to become a burden in his life. You witnessed the glimmering look in his eyes when he danced with that mysterious woman, and the pained one he gave when you wanted to break things off hours before the event. It wasn’t a perfect match. It never was.

Then, there was Tom. He has been nothing but a complete sweetheart, catering to your needs in this rough time. If timing wasn’t so much of a problem, and if you didn’t have your heart occupied by someone else, maybe you two could’ve happened. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case.

You heard Tom mumble a short ‘yeah mate,’ before brushing past by you. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip to alleviate the minor pain in your chest upon seeing him.

It hurt even more when he briefly looked back, and you could only meet his gaze for a moment before your head fell down to the ground.

Chris swiped the room’s key in the minute the elevator closes, opening the door before the two of you. He motioned for you to go in first and you entered, tossing your purse, along with your shoes carelessly to the side. Rather than taking a seat at the side of the bed, you merely stood there with your arms crossed, an expressionless face painted over. The room fell silent.

He became the first to speak. Closing the door behind, he took a deep breath before parting his lips. “I know you’re mad at me. But what you saw out there? It wasn’t what it looked like, Y/N.”

The response made your blood curdle, as if what he told you didn’t sound so genuine. You didn’t know what to believe. Chris was never one to lie, but at the same time, what’s stopping him from doing so now? Especially when you just caught him happily dancing with another woman to your song?

Your fingers began to absentmindedly pick at your skin as you rearranged the thoughts flowing through your head.

“And why should I believe you?” You met his gaze, eyes emitting in both rage and disappointment. “You can dance with all these gorgeous, older women all you want, but to do it right in front of me? To our song? That’s just being a straight up dick.”

“Oh, and you think seeing you all happy with Mr. Young and Handsome was easy on the eyes? I felt fucking miserable,” he protested back, never breaking eye contact with you. “It was already hard enough to hear you say that you didn’t want to be with me anymore!”

“You were the one who set us up, Chris! You! Tom told me!” Your face incidentally leaned in closer to his, but the anger across your face didn’t shift. “He said you thought I’d be this perfect match for him. What kind of boyfriend sets his girlfriend up with someone else?!”

“The kind that cares.”

You rolled your eyes at the ridiculous remark. Bullshit. That wasn’t an act of love, it was an act of stupidity and selfishness. You took a moment to massage your aching temples before inhaling deeply. The stress was beginning to be too hard to bare.

It wasn’t even a mature consolation between two adults anymore, it was a screaming match between children.

Maybe you should give him a chance and actually hear him out.

“Why did you do it then?” the words left your lips as they quivered, unable to shake the image of them dancing out of your mind. You tried your hardest to pull it together to make yourself seem bothered, but the tears were prepared to stream at any given moment. So, you moved towards the bathroom to clean your face as an excuse.

He soon followed suit. You pretended not to notice his presence and continued to wipe the smeared makeup off your puffed face, but it was hard to ignore his eyes on you. The blue hues that were always so hard to resist.

“Look, I did it because I was being stupid,” he finally answered amidst the silence, palm now resting against the sink as his large frame hovered the bathroom’s entrance. It was a way for you to stay still for a moment, and all you can do is comply. “I was drinking, and I know that’s not an excuse, but------” he sighed. “I really thought you weren’t happy with me anymore. So I thought if I could distract myself from that, processing that thought would be easier.”

Instantly, you stopped what you were doing. “Chris...” Your heart had sunk to your stomach knowing that you’ve made him believe in such a lie. That was never the case. Setting down the damp makeup wipe to the side, your hand slowly found its way on top of his, giving it a small squeeze. “You know that’s not true.”

Truth be told, it was far from the truth. If anything, you felt as if he’s the one who’s unhappy with the relationship, not you.

“Then why do you keep giving me these signs that you aren’t happy, Y/N? I’m trying my hardest here. I’m doing everything there is to make you happy, but I always end up hurting you no matter what I do,” You could feel the muscles behind his palms tense up through the touch. “We can pretend all we want, but let’s be real. I saw how much better of you are with someone like Tom. Not this------ old guy who’ll never understand you.”

This time, it was evident he was being genuine. As he spoke, you could easily sense that each word was getting harder and harder for him to say. Soon enough, he was caught taking the makeup wipe you once used to catch the fallen tears off his face.

That’s all it was, a misunderstanding.

“Hey...” Your body turned around to fully face him. Reaching out, your hand softly cupped the side of his tired face, using a thumb to swipe the tears that were left. “I didn’t mean it. I only said it, because I was frustrated at the fact that I know you deserve someone who’s more... within your league. Someone who has their life together, and that’ll... never be me.”

His hand moved off the sink and over yours. "No, don’t say that, babe,” the term of endearment made your heart skip multiple beats. With all the time you’ve spent with him, it still never ceased to bring pleasure to your ears. Chris had calmed down from the previous altercation, as his expression dipped from frustration to apologetic. “You’re perfect in every way. I love you because you’re you.”

“And so are you,” you answered right back, feigning a reassuring smile. It had taken you a long time to realize that Chris needed validation sometimes too. While it may not seem like he was the type to need it on the exterior, he was just as sensitive as you were.

He immediately pulled you into his arms. Tightly would to your body, you held him just as strongly. For a few minutes the two of you sat in silence as you inhaled the familiar scent you’ve grown fond of. Though you’ve gone through a complete emotional whirlwind tonight, you could only imagine what he was going through as well. All this time he was certain that you were ready pack your bags and leave the relationship, when in reality, you were only pushing back because you felt the exact same way.

But for now, things have settled again. Perhaps there was a chance the two of you could come out of this stronger, now that everything has been put out in the open.

“I’m sorry,” he finally spoke into a slight murmur, his words were in a whisper. Tears continued to stream down his cheeks, so much so that you could feel them seep into your skin through the fabric of your clothing. “I really don’t want to lose you.”

The sight of him so vulnerable like this only made you burst into tears too.

“I’m sorry too,” you managed to respond amidst the shared cries, forcing out a laugh to hide the pain you felt across your body. Your other hand moved to run fingers across his slicked back hair, pulling out of the hug for a moment to look up at him with a grin.

It only made him catch your laughter, a sight that you’ve always loved.

The gesture took you off guard at first, but you soon fell comfortable with it. He grabbed both of your hands to meet with his, bringing them both up to rest on his broad shoulders. His hands then rested on your sides, then swinging to a nonexistent beat.

“‘Cause we’re livin’ in a world of fools, breaking us down...” the song left in a low, intimate tone of voice. He was grinning from ear to ear now. As his line finished, he kissed your forehead, letting his lips linger.

The smile on your face only grew, swaying to his lead. You too, joined into singing the song. “When they all should let us be...”

“We belong to you and me...”

The two of you continued to slow dance in the hotel bathroom, with your voices’ acoustics echoing off the walls. Your head comfortably rested on his chest, his chin falling gently on top of yours.

This was the dance you’ve dreamt about. The one that was meant to happen tonight.

#chris evans imagine #chris evans #tom holland fanfic #chris evans x reader #tom holland x reader #tom holland #chris evans fanfiction #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland imagine #i'm sorry guys i just REALLY love this song askjhrg

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wrestling-fangirl93 · 6 years

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Welcome To The Undisputed Era ~ Part 2

Tagging: @thebutterflygirl16 @jerseygirl1290

Mentions of Abuse, Alcohol, Self harm, Kyle being a dick

To say i didn’t sleep well would be an understatement. i kept waking up cold all night. like no matter how hard i tried to warm myself up, it just wouldn’t work. Adam must have noticed, because he woke me up and made me lay in the bed with him. Don’t get me wrong, as attractive as a shirtless Adam is, i was still terrified to be in such close proximity to him. but strangely when he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his chest, everything felt right. i wasn’t afraid.

“good morning sleeping beauty” he says as my eyes start to open

“good morning” i say quietly

“you okay?” he asks

“yeah, i just didn’t sleep well” i say

“we still have a few hours if you want to go back to sleep” he says

“no its okay” i say trying to sit up

“can i ask you something?” he asks

“yeah” i say

“why are you so shy around us?” he asks

“i’m always shy around new people” i say

“but why do you almost seem afraid?” he asks

“i guess because I've never had the greatest men in my life. i grew up with an alcoholic father who was abusive, and a brother who turned out to be the same way. even dating wise it’s never been good. my last boyfriend a few years ago was extremely abusive. to the point where i almost took my own life” i say. i could feel the tears start rolling down my cheeks.

Adam wraps me in the tightest hug imaginable. “none of us will ever hurt you” he says

“please don’t say anything to the others” i say

“i won’t” he says

There was a loud knock on the door, which made me jump. Adam gets up to answer it. within seconds the guys are all standing in our room.

“good morning” Kyle says a little too happily for my liking

“it’s too early” i say

“i agree with her” Adam says

“well too bad, get up, we’re going to get food” Kyle says

“i’m not even hungry” i say laying back down

“suit yourself, you coming Adam?” Kyle asks

“yeah give me a few minutes to get ready” Adam says.

Thankfully the guys walked out, leaving Adam and I alone. “you sure you don’t want to eat?” he asks

“yeah, i can’t eat when i first wake up. i usually have to wait a while” i say

he looks at me worriedly

“i promise i’ll eat later” i say.

“i just don’t want you to starve yourself” he says

“i won’t i promise” i say

he reluctantly agrees to get dressed and ready. i decide to pack and get ready to leave, knowing once the guys returned from breakfast that we would be leaving to head to the arena. we had a mid afternoon show before a 6 hour drive to the next city.

After Adam left the room, i decided now was my opportunity to get ready. i took a quick shower, and put on a pair of jeans, and my hoodie. i slip on my shoes before sitting in bed. somehow i ended up falling back asleep because i woke up to Adam shaking me awake.

“y/n wake up, we’re leaving” he says

i slowly get out of bed and grab my bags. wheeling them out to the car. Adam being the gentlemen he is puts my bags in the back for me while i slide into the middle seat next to Bobby. once the trunk closes, Adam takes his seat next to me.

Kyle starts driving us to the arena.

“alright y/n tonight your job is easy. Keep Nikki Cross out of our match with Sanity” Roddy says

“but be careful, that girl is crazy” Adam warns

“i’m guessing someone knows first hand” i say teasingly

“just distract her somehow” Kyle says

“any ideas?” i ask

“i don’t know pull out something shiny for all i care. just do your job” Roddy says rudely

i look down at my feet, and don’t say another word. i knew it was a mistake the moment i entered the locker room with them last night. Adam is the only one who seems to like me. but he could be lying for all i know. Adam could sense that i was starting to get upset, he grabbed my hand and lightly squeezed it letting me know he was there.

It was a long drive to the arena. in reality only about 15 minutes, but it felt like so much longer. Once we arrived, i walked with the guys to our locker room, and waited as they got ready for the night.

“you alright” Adam asks

i shake my head

“wanna go to catering?” he asks

“sure” i say quietly

we walked out of the room, and down the hall to where catering was set up. Adam and I sat at a table in the back

“don’t listen to him. Roddy is a dick sometimes” Adam says

“i noticed” i say

“they just aren’t used to you yet. give them some time” he says

“i know they probably never will like me. so it’s okay i’m used to it” i say

“that’s not true, it just takes Roddy and Kyle longer to come around to new people” he says

“what about you?” i ask

“what do you mean?” he asks

“why were you so nice to me like instantly?” i ask

“well, i’m not a bad guy, i try to make friends with everyone. and when you see a beautiful girl that two of your friends are picking on, you kinda want to show them that not everyone is a complete dick” he says

“you’re the first guys who has ever been legitimately nice to me” i say

“and i’m honored to have that title. its not something i take lightly” he says

for the first time in a while i’m genuinely happy. there’s just something about Adam that makes me feel safe.

“you going to eat anything?” he asks

i shake my head

“you need to eat love” he says

“i probably won’t get hungry for a few hours” i say

“you need to eat something before going out, even if its just an apple or something” he says

“you aren’t going to give up are you?” i ask

“nope” he says

“fine” i say getting up and grabbing a bottle of water and an apple before rejoining him at the table. i slowly eat. i hate forcing myself to eat when i’m not hungry. but i knew he was right. not eating before i went out would be a bad idea

“happy now” i say as i finish the last little bit of food i had

“yep” he says

“i hate to say it but you were right. i shouldn’t go out without eating” i say

he smiles. “don’t you know i’m always right?” he says

“i wouldn’t go that far” i say which makes him laugh

“there you two are” Bobby says walking over to us

“hey Bobby” Adam says

“Kyle and Roddy said your match is in 20 minutes and for you to get ready” Bobby says looking at me

“oh great” i say

“don’t worry i’ll punch Roddy if he says something else smart ass” Bobby says

“I've beaten them before and i’ll do it again” Adam says

we walk back to the locker room where they are sitting waiting for me

“about fucking time you show up” Roddy says

“watch it” Bobby warns

“hurry up and get dressed” Kyle says looking pissed off

“you realize all i have to do is put on my shirt right” i say

“i don’t fucking care, get ready” Kyle says

Adam grabs him and shoves him against the wall

“what the fuck is your problem” Adam says

“that little slut is my problem” Kyle says

“ever since she showed up yesterday, our whole team dynamic has changed” Roddy says

“you call her a slut again i will punch you in the throat so hard you won’t be able to talk for a fucking week” Adam says

Bobby attempts to pull Adam off of Kyle, but with him being injured it was harder for him to do.

“alright we’ve got 5 minutes lets go” Roddy says which makes Adam release Kyle

i walk slowly behind them. waiting for us to make our entrance. not wanting to get cornered by them alone. afraid of what they might do. our music hits and they walk out as cocky and confident as ever. i have to act the same cocky and confident. something I've never been.

They were right about one thing though, Nikki Cross is crazy she and I traded punches on the outside of the ring for a while, before Eric pulled her off of me. i saw that as my opportunity to tackle him and beat the hell out of her once again until referees were attempting to separate us. This distraction led to Kyle being able to roll up Eric and get the victory.

“damn she got you good” Adam says looking at my busted lip

“I've learned to take a beating over the years” i say

“what do you mean” Bobby asks

i look worried, not knowing Bobby was in close enough proxiemity to hear what i said. i sigh before beginning to tell him the same story i told Adam this morning.

“i don’t know how someone could do something like that to you” he says hugging me tightly

“i’m just used to it, so it really doesn’t phase me as much anymore” i say

“you shouldn’t be though” Bobby says

“i agree” Adam says

“you don’t have to worry anymore, we will protect you” Bobby says

“please don’t tell anyone” i say to Bobby

“i won’t, i promise” he says

“hey good job kid” Roddy says smacking my back which makes me wince

“hey easy” Bobby says

“sorry” Roddy says

“come on lets get you checked out by the medical staff” Adam says

thankfully it wasn’t anything serious, and i didn’t need stitches. i don’t know what i would have done had i needed stitches. i’m terrified of needles. we walked back to the locker room where Kyle and Roddy were already dressed and ready to go

“we’re gonna head out soon” Bobby says

“give me 5 minutes and i’ll be ready” i say taking my clothes into the bathroom. when i walk out of the bathroom Adam was waiting for me, the others had already gone to the car

“why are you wearing a hoodie when its 80 degrees outside?” Adam asks

“because i’ll be cold in the car” i say

he looks at me worriedly “you don’t self harm do you?” he asks

i slowly nod my head showing him my stomach and wrists.

“please stop” he says wrapping me in a tight hug

“i’ll try” i say quietly

“you ready?” he asks

“yeah” i say throwing my clothes in my suitcase and zipping it up. Adam grabs our bags and wheels them to the car. i once again climb into the middle seat next to Bobby.

“aren’t you hot, its 90 degrees in the car” Bobby asks

“a little, but once the air gets going i’ll freeze” i say hoping he buys it. thankfully he does

Adam slides into the seat next to me, and Roddy starts the 6 hour drive to the next city.

About half way through the drive, all the guys start complaining they’re hungry. so we decide to stop for dinner

“what do you guys want?” Kyle asks

“i don’t care” i say

“well i didn’t ask you” Kyle says

“and i don’t care” i say firing back

we decide on going to Cracker Barrel after heavy persuasion from Adam. Thankfully i end up sitting next to Adam and Bobby and as far away from Kyle as possible.

“what are you getting?” Adam asks

“i’m not sure, i’m not super hungry” i say

“how can you not be hungry? you haven’t eaten today” Bobby asks

“i had an apple earlier before going out with them” i say defensively

“oh wow an apple” Kyle says sarcastically

“some of the medications i’m on keep me from eating a lot” i say

“what kind of medications are you on?” Adam asks

“anxiety, depression, and there’s another one that i don’t want to talk about” i say

“oh cry me a river” Kyle says

“Kyle don’t be a dick” Adam warns

“why are you on so many different medications for depression and anxiety? you’re so young” Roddy asks

“its not something i feel comfortable talking about” i say

Adam and Bobby knew the reasoning. but i was afraid to open up to Roddy.

i end up ordering a burger and fries, basically to shut them up. knowing i’d only eat maybe half of it. of course they all order 10 course meals, and end up eating their food before i was halfway done with mine.

“dang you eat slow” Adam says

“i told you i’m not hungry” i say

“she’s just doing it for attention” Kyle says

“dude will you back off” Bobby says

“drop the tough guy act” Roddy says

i finish eating and let the guys eat what i didn’t finish

“finally, i want to get to the hotel” Kyle says

“i mean we could let you walk the rest of the way” Adam says

“yeah, i’m fine with driving” Roddy says

“guys be nice” i say

“why, he isn’t nice to you, so why should we not just leave his ass” Bobby says

“dude if i weren’t nice to the people who were mean to me i’d literally be a bigger dick than him” i say

“that’s impossible” Roddy says

“trust me, i could be the meanest person ever, but I've chose to be nice to those who have hurt me” i say

“you’re a much better person that i could ever be” Roddy says as we get up and start walking out to the car.

“whose driving?” Kyle asks

“i will” Roddy says

“you wanna switch seats” Adam asks

“no i’m okay” i say

“you sure?” he asks

“yeah, i don’t mind the middle, i’m small enough to fit” i say

“i mean you are a whole 5 feet tall and a hundred pounds soaking wet” he teases

“i am not, i’m 5′1 thank you very much and 130 pounds” i say teasing him

“oh wow a whole inch” he says

“sorry i’m short i can’t help that” i say

“i’m just teasing” he says

“oh i know, short people rule. i’m the greatest at hide and seek” i say which makes them laugh

“are you 5″ Kyle asks

“nope i’m 12 remember?” i say which makes them laugh harder

“how old are you actually?” Roddy asks

“how old do i look? and don’t say 12 or i will smack you” i say

“like 23?” Roddy says

“22″ Bobby says

“24″ Adam says

“damn, i’m older than you guys think, i’m 25″ i say

“still not old by any means though” Bobby says

“i know” i say

“i don’t believe you’re 25″ Kyle says

“July 6, 1992. so i’m almost 26″ i say

“dude my birthday is July 5″ Adam says

“i still don’t believe you” Kyle says

“maybe you guys were right. we should have left his ass” i say

“told you” Adam says

the rest of the ride was pretty quiet, Adam decided to room with me again and i was thankful, as long as i’m with him or Bobby i’m okay. i’m still not exactly trusting of Roddy yet. and Kyle is a dick. This time out room had 2 beds, but i really wanted to cuddle with Adam again. it was the only time today i felt safe.

“which bed do you want?” he asks

“um can we share a bed again? i felt safe with you last night” i say shyly

“of course, i was hoping you'd say that” he says

Adam gets goes into the bathroom while i quickly change into sweatpants, once he comes out i go into brush my teeth and wash my face.

I never knew how safe you could feel being in someone’s arms. Adam made me feel special, loved, he made sure i was okay and comfortable. I've also never fallen asleep faster than i did tonight laying in his arms. it was simply perfect

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surveystodestressme · 7 years

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46.

5000 Question Survey Pt. 7

601. Do you have a lust for life? i dunno, i guess??? 602. Do you want to get more out of life? i mean, kind of 603. Would you want to learn to: Convert to Buddhism? nope Cure a hangover? i already know this Lie persuasively?i try not to lie as often as i can 604. What character from a movie is most like you? i’m not sure 605. Are you comfortable with the idea of your own death? not at all

606. How do you feel about arranged marriages? i think they’re ridiculous, honestly. and a lot of the time it’s an older man and a really young woman, or sometimes a little girl and that’s sickening to me. 607. What do you hate that everyone else seems to like? channing tatum 608. What do you like that others seem to hate? peeps 609. If you had to be named after a month, which month would you pick? June 610. Is time more like a highway or a meadow to you? meadow 611. What is your favorite movie? the saw movies 612. Which would you choose to be back in the day: a warrior, an alchemist, a minstrel, a bard, an oracle, a peasant, or a merchant? a warrior 613. What is your favorite song lyric? i don’t have one. 614. What will you never run out of? hopefully happiness 615. If you could force someone to fall madly in love with you, (anyone you choose) would you do it? absolutely not. i want the love to be reciprocated bc it’s true not forced 616. Have you ever seen the Disney movie The Black Cauldron? never heard of it 617. Have you ever read The Black Cauldron by Alexander Lloyd (or any of his other books in the Prydain Chronicles)? nope 618. Have you ever written a paper the night before it was due? How about the day it was due? yeah 619. Is there a movie you have watched so many times that you can quote it line for line? absolutely 620. What is your favorite season? winter 621. Do you mind being described as cute? i don’t mind at all 622. What is the tackiest object in your home? oh, there’s plenty 623. What do you think people are most ignorant towards? a lot of things. 624. What is it that makes you an interesting person? i don’t know, people think i’m pretty funny and i guess that’s interesting??? 625. What makes other people interesting to you? anything, really. something that they do that’s extraordinary 626. How open to suggestion are you? always open to suggestion 627. Is Michael Jackson black or white? he’s black 628. Are you often lonely? nope 629. What’s the most unusual pet you’ve ever had? i’ve had a snake but i don’t feel like that’s an unusual pet to have 630. Have you ever threatened an authority figure? hell no 631. If you had to choose would you rather make all your decisions henceforth with your head only or with your heart only? with my head 632. How imaginative are you? pretty imaginative i’d say 633. Do you like the Counting Crows? i don’t even know what that is 634. If you took this survey from the diary (5000 Q Survey V2.0) did you note me so I could read it? i stole this from someone else 635. Are you more tense or laid back? i’m a little of both, actually. 636. Does your happiness depend on anyone else, or are you happy no matter what any one says or does? it depends on some people around but i try to mostly base it on myself 637. What do you think of the idea of putting the bible into the format of a fashion magazine to attract the interest of teenagers? i don’t care man, i won’t read it though

638. How often do you drink to get drunk? not very often at all 639. Would you consider yourself to be diplomatic? nope 640. Do you think that most of the classes you have taken were taught in such a way as to make plain the relevance of the subject matter in your everyday life? not really, honestly. 641. Do you remember Crystal Pepsi? i’ve heard of it 642. When was the last time you spent a night away from home? it’s been a couple weeks 643. Some people say that there is no such thing as a stupid question. Is that true? absolutely not 644. What is the most interesting TV channel? discovery or animal planet or history channel 645. Name one song you could live without hearing ever again: call me maybe 646. Do your pets understand you when you talk? i think maybe a little bit 647. What are three things you HAVE NOT done that might surprise people? there’s a lot i’m sure 648. Have you ever had a secret admirer? i don’t remember if i have or not 649. Have you been to a museum this year? yeah a couple weeks ago 650. Do you ever watch porn? i do on occasion 651. Do you think that it would be a good idea if people served in the army, navy or air force for a while before they were allowed to vote? i don’t care either way honestly 652. If you were required to do this to vote, would you? no, i wouldn’t. i was in the national guard for a while and i didn’t enjoy it very much 653. Do people often give you weird looks? i don’t really pay attention 654. Do like Japanese cooking? yeah 655. Do you care for stray animals? i feel bad for them and wish i could give them a safe pace to live 656. Which animated movies have you seen and what did you think of them: A Charlie Brown Christmas: i liked it when i was a kid A Garfield Halloween: i haven’t seen it The Secret of Nimh: haven’t seen it The Last Unicorn: ^^ The original Lord of the Rings cartoons ^^ 657. Are you ambidextrous (equally good at using both hands)? no, my left hand is useless 658. Do you always say; “bless you” after someone sneezes, or do you hesitate? not usually 659. If you and your friends could go away for 2 days over Halloween weekend where would you go? to the spookiest haunted house around 660. Which of these animated movies have you seen and what did you think of them: Watership Down As the Wind Blows Grave of the Fireflies How the Grinch Stole Christmas: love love love this movie Spirited Away 661. Do you feel that society is male dominated, female dominated, or neutral? idk 662. What words offend you? not many at all 663. They’re just words. Can you get over it? yeah 664. Have you ever looked into different religions? i had to do a project on a religion. i picked satanism and it was quite interesting 665. Which ones have you looked into? ^ 666. What do you think of Satanism as a religion? i mean, i know to classify as a religion there has to be a certain amount of people following it right? i guess it can be a religion. i don’t care either way. i think it;s interesting regardless 667. Do you like it better when your classes are taught sitting in rows or sitting in a circle? i don’t care either way 668. Have you ever read your own tarot cards? nope 669. Which ones do you like better, the three old star wars movies or the 2 new ones? i like the older ones 670. If you scream in outer space does it make a sound? no 671. If you saw The Queen of the Damned did you want to be a vampire/Goth afterwards? never seen it 672. If you saw SLC Punk did you want to be punk afterwards? didn’t see it 673. What is your favorite zombie movie? shaun of the dead 674. Best kids birthday party: ceramics, chuck-e-cheese, roller rink, bowling, sleep over, movie theater anything really 675. What were your parties like when you were a kid? they were pretty fun from what i recall 676. Best teen (about 15-16) birthday party: ceramics, chuck-e-cheese, roller rink, bowling, sleep over, movie theater, house party, catered in a hall, restaurant, family trip, concert in my teenage years i would’ve wanted to go bowling or something like that 677. What are/were your 15-16 year old parties like? i didn’t have any by the time i was in high school 678. Best 18th birthday party: ceramics, chuck-e-cheese, roller rink, bowling, sleep over, movie theater, house party, catered in a hall, restaurant, family trip, concert, club, pool hall, college party college party, ig 679. If you are 18 what was your party like? didn’t really party for my 18th 680. Best 21st birthday party: ceramics, chuck-e-cheese, roller rink, bowling, sleep over, movie theater, house party, catered in a hall, restaurant, family trip, concert, club, pool hall, college party, bar, Atlantic city/Las Vegas trip las vegas would’ve been cool 681. If you saw The Craft were you interested in wicca/paganism/magic afterwards? never saw it 682. What are your top 3 priorities? being happy, getting my dream job, making sure jack is happy 683. If you saw fight club did you want to get into a fistfight afterwards? nah 684. What is your favorite smell? i have a lot 685. Give everything below a humor rating (1 = laugh your ass off, 2 = lol, 3 = smile, 4 = lame, 5 = not funny, 6 = offensive): People falling 4 Rape jokes 6 Sarcastic comments 3 Blonde jokes 4 Dirty jokes 1 God/religion jokes 2 Long-ass jokes 5 Death jokes 2 Pain/sickness jokes 3 Animals doing cute stuff 2 Bodily functions 4 Knock jokes 2 Ethnic jokes 3 Puns 1 Ironic situations 1 685. If you saw Cruel Intentions did you want to have lots of meaningless sex afterwards? never seen it 686. Do you get at least three hugs per day? probably 687. What should someone never say to you/call you if they want to remain on your good side? a cunt? idk 688. If you saw Trainspotting did you want to do drugs afterwards? never seen it 689. Do movies have a great influence on you? i think so, sometimes i guess? 690. Do you have a favorite reality TV show? are you the one 691. Are there certain roles that people are pressured to play in society or can they basically do whatever they want? i mean, i feel like some people are pressured 692. How does the 2004 Dawn of the Dead remake compare to the original movie? i’ve never seen the original 693. Have you ever held a magnifying glass over an insect to burn it? nope 694. Have you ever pulled the wings off a fly, butterfly or any other insect? i once put a butterfly in a jar and that’s it 695. What would you think of a guy (if you’re into guys) or a girl (if you’re into girls) who wanted to take you to the park to feed the birds and look at the turtles and fish in the water on a date? i think that would be adorable 696. Do you use public pools? i haven’t in a while, but i would 697. Do you use public bathrooms? yeah 698. Do you use public showers? helllll no 699. How old will you be in 17 years? 38 700. Would it effect you at all if you knew that a very large meteor was headed towards earth that would impact in 17 years? that would suck

#quiz #questions #bored #survey

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thegirlsinthefirehouse · 7 years

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Descendants, Chapter 41

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“Angie has promised Patty that she will go back to school,” said Holtz to Abby a couple of days later while sitting at the dinner table. “I think Patty will call her every day to make sure she adheres to that.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if she doesn’t go visit and make sure she does her homework,” said Abby. She was in the kitchen cooking when Holtz came back upstairs. After a week and a half, she had taken to going into the lab for little bits of time. Abby had held back on going into work, so to speak. She could still monitor their social media stuff from her tablet, and Erin would send her stuff through email and text. Plus they would wander upstairs themselves to come hold Eliana for a few minutes to give Abby a break. It was driving her slightly stir crazy not doing much outside of their home, but it was what needed to be done. The first two weeks were the worst in terms of getting anything accomplished with a newborn. Abby hadn’t gotten much done in the way of housework or cooking since coming home from the hospital and Holtz was taking care of what needed to be done with a little help from Erin. It seemed like Eliana was always in the need of something. But she had managed to get her to sleep for a moment and was working on making chicken Fettuccine Alfredo for dinner. It was just a jar sauce and dry noodles and frozen chicken, but it still smelled good and she wanted some comfort food. The garlic bread smell coming from the oven was making her stomach growl.

“Laundry?” she asked Holtz.

“Done and put away,” said Holtzmann. “You were out like a light.” She paused. “We go through a lot of baby clothes.”

“And spit up cloths,” said Abby. “I swear the other day I had a pile of eight in just a couple of hours, all used.”

Holtz sat down at the kitchen table. “The trials and tribulations of bringing up a newborn human, I gather.”

“If I had to do this at 20, I probably would have killed someone,” said Abby, shaking her head while stirring the sauce. “I can’t even imagine going to school and doing this.”

“And weren’t you dating someone too at the time? It could have been a possibility.”

“Oh geez. Sam. Yeeeeah, no,” said Abby, shaking her head. “I don’t even want to go there figuratively. Although it makes me wonder if Erin would have stayed if I had been dealing with a two year old.”

“Would you have even written the book?” proposed Holtz. “Babies and toddlers need a lot of care.”

“That’s a good... question,” shrugged Abby as she turned off the pasta. She paused before taking it off the stove.

“But that’s another figurative place I’d rather not go to.”

“At least let’s go to the place where there’s pasta and Alfredo sauce,” grinned Holtz. “I’m hungry.” Abby rolled her eyes at her wife and finished draining the pasta. -----

"Abby, I think this place is clean enough," said Patty from the couch. "Your parents are not going to care about anything with this little thing in their arms." Eliana was cooing and squirming at Patty, who went back to teasing the baby with her fingers.

"I know, but part of me is itching to do something," said the brunette. "I want to be working." She let out a deep breath before sitting down beside Patty. "I know Erin's gone with the new kids and I'm just... jealous."

"Mmhmm," nodded Patty. "I can assure you though that Erin is just as jealous of you as you are of her if that helps." Abby started playing with Eliana's little hands.

"A little, but then it makes me feel bad because I know this is something she really wants." Ellie made a loud noise and gestured with her little fists, which they had started to take as a sign that she wanted one of her moms instead of being held by one of the other Ghostbusters. Patty handed the little girl back to Abby, who rocked her carefully.

"She wants to go to sleep, I think," said Abby. "She's getting particular about things.”

"Babies do," said Patty. "Cheyenne said to tell you and Holtz thank you for the flowers. They brightened up her work day."

"She went above and beyond with dinner. I thought Holtz was joking when she said she was going to get Cheyenne to cater," Abby stated. She smiled, thinking of her wife. "And on top of that, she went to your office and played with Ellie for a while so we could have a quiet meal. It was sweet."

"Those eclairs were good, weren't they?"

"Oh god, the best," said Abby. Patty grimaced, looking at Abby.

"But are you good? Holtzy was telling me that you've not been handling some things well."

Abby sighed, feeling the world on her shoulders for a few seconds. "It's not... I know it is just my hormone levels going back to normal and the stress... I don't know. I guess I thought I'd have this kid and go back to work, sort of like what dads used to do. I know it was my choice to breastfeed instead of formula and... I don't know. She's just so... needy. And she seems to love for me to do things more than she does Holtzmann."

"You are more familiar to her," agreed Patty. "But Holtzy is getting in a lot of bonding time. She just has to get a little older and need a little less. It'll come."

"I know," said Abby. "It's just how I feel." She looked down at Eliana, who had drifted off in her mother's arms. "I can't shake it sometimes."

"Don't let it fester," said Patty. "That sort of thing will eat you alive Abby. Postpartum Depression is serious."

"Trying," Abby responded. "Sometimes it's hard to get Holtz to understand."

"She'll listen," said Patty. "Even if she can't." Abby nodded before looking down at Eliana. They both heard the sound of a car pulling into the garage below them.

"And it sounds like Mom and Dad Yates are here," grinned Patty. She cooed at the asleep Ellie. "Looks like you couldn't stay awake long enough for them to get here."

"I'm sure Mom will make sure she wakes up," said Abby with a sigh. "You going back to work?"

"Got a lecture this afternoon," said Patty. "You know those gypsy graves Erin and I went and looked at? Turns out they were members of a group that was thought to be lost. They were secret carriers, and members of the Lăutari Clan. They traveled between the U.S. and Europe bringing information during WWI. No one ever suspected traveling musicians. I got in contact with the Romanian embassy and they helped direct me to a professor in Bucharest. We've been exchanging information, and she directed me to another professor right here in New York. He wants to take over his classes for the day."

"That's great Patty," said Abby. "You stumbled upon something, huh?"

"It's interesting to see how they managed to sneak in things," said Patty. "One even carried notes and maps in a secret compartment on the back of his violin."

There were footsteps on the stairs which sounded like the stomp of Holtz's boots.

"And it sounds like I need to go before the family reunion," Patty said as she stood. "Have fun."

"Thanks," said Abby sarcastically. "Sure you don't want to stay? We would always enjoy the extra company."

"Nope!" said Patty. "I'll let you and Holtzy do this all by yourself."

-----

Cynthia Yates had wandered into the kitchen about three in the morning. She had already gotten a glass of water when she noticed Holtzmann sitting on the couch with Eliana in her arms. She and Doug had already spent most of the evening holding their new grandchild. She couldn't get enough of her new granddaughter. She was in love already and knew they would have to make an effort to make trips to New York more often.

"Shh," said Holtz as she approached the living room in a whisper. "She's just about asleep."

"Woke you up crying?" Holtz nodded.

"Came out here so she wouldn't disturb Abby," said Holtz. "She needs the rest, and I suspected Ellie wasn't hungry."

"She just wanted attention," said Cynthia, looking at Eliana's small face with a smile. "Sometimes babies just get lonely."

Holtz rubbed her daughter's cheek. "She misses being in the womb where she wasn't alone."

"Something like that," said Mrs. Yates. "They need constant assurances that someone is still there for them."

"Don't we all," stated Holtz. She could hear Ellie breathing softly.

"She's beautiful Jillian," said Cynthia after taking a drink of her water. "You and Abby are going to raise a smart and talented little girl."

"Abby will," said Holtz. "I'm probably going to break her." She made a face, scrunching up her nose. Cynthia shook her head.

"You're not going to break her. Children are more resilient than you think."

"That is very true," said a voice, chuckling. "I definitely would have broken one if that were so." Holtzmann looked up and saw Doug Yates standing not far from the couch. "I might not have been as careful as I should have."

"Abby and Austin turned out perfectly fine," said Cynthia, looking up at Doug. He took a few more steps and wrapped his arm around his wife's neck. She patted it before giving his hand a quick kiss. "You did well."

"Taking a few years off and raising the kids was one of the best decisions I made," said Doug. "You're definitely not going to break her, Holtzmann." They all three heard the small squeak of a door.

"And why is everyone having a family meeting at 3:23 in the morning?" complained Abby, wiping the sleep out of her eyes as she stood in the doorway of her and Holtz's bedroom. "And without me?"

"Only time we can talk about you is when you're not here," teased Holtzmann. "I was just about to tell your mom and dad about that feminist magazine that found out we were expecting and wants to write a story about us being in STEM fields, finding love, and raising a child together."

"Really?" asked Cynthia. "Sounds like it would make for a lovely article."

Abby groaned. "And more fodder for... whatever group that wants to turn what we have into a bad thing."

"But it's also a good thing," said Doug, going over and hugging his daughter. "It could inspire some people."

"Maybe," agreed Abby, leaning into her dad. "But for now, could we take this moment to inspire some more sleep before breakfast?"

"Nah," said Holtz, moving Ellie around in her arms. "I need to catch up on the latest Yates family gossip."

"And I need to hear more about your friends starting to adopt or take in children," said Cynthia. "I think Patty and her wife will be wonderful foster parents."

-----

“Okay,” said Abby, looking at Holtz. She had just fed Eliana, who was sleeping away in the sling across Holtzmann’s body. “Are you sure you’re going to be fine?”

“Pfffft,” said Holtz as she looked down in the sling. “We got this, don’t we Ellie?” Abby didn’t look too convinced. Eliana’s appetite had increased recently, and feedings were longer and getting more on demand than on the clock.

“Abs, seriously. We’ll be fine. You’re only going to be gone a couple of hours. Ellie has two loving aunts who can help out, and you did pump some extra milk just in case of traffic and construction or the beginning of the zombie apocalypse. We’re good.”

“I just need to see Mom and Dad to the airport and pick up a few things,” said Abby. “It shouldn’t take me long.”

“Flight plan has been logged,” said Holtz with a salute. “Your parents are already waiting downstairs for the cab. You’re cleared for takeoff.”

Abby wrung her hands for a moment, knowing the minute she walked out the door, something was going to happen. She just knew it. She was conflicted for a second. Holtz sighed loudly.

“I will get Kevin to come up here and hoist you over his shoulders and make you go.”

“Like Kevin--”

“Might I remind you of that time you got really drunk after that one really difficult bust that brought back some old nightmares?”

Abby whimpered, preferring not to think of those events. She huffed.

“Fine, I’m going.”

“Bring home the stuff to make cheese steaks for dinner.”

“Yes Mom,” said Abby, rolling her eyes at Holtz, who grinned happily.

“I am, and don’t you forget it. Ellie, wave goodbye to Mommy.” She picked up her daughter’s hand and waved it. “We’ll be fine Abby.”

“I know. It’s just--”

“Bye Abs.”

Abby breathed deep and started for the door. Once it shut behind her, Holtz laughed.

“Your Mommy is way, way overprotective,” she said to Eliana. “But I guess I can’t blame her if I had been carrying you inside of me for so many months too.” Holtz swayed a little, enjoying feeling her daughter so close to her body.

“You and I are going to have fun, Ellie.” Holtz waited a couple more minutes, then headed for the staircase. She peeked her head inside Patty’s office but didn’t see her. Holtzmann went on down to the first floor and saw both Patty and Erin sitting at the conference table. She knew the new team was out on a mission and it was only the four of them.

“She gone?” asked Holtz.

“Just went out the door a minute ago with her mom and dad,” said Patty. “Nearly didn’t make it huh?”

“God, she was trying everything to not go,” said Holtzmann, carefully sitting down in a chair before adjusting the sling so she could take a now awake Ellie out and lay her in her arms instead. “You’d think she was permanently attached to the place.”

“It has been a couple of weeks of cooling her heels here,” said Patty. “And a lot of baby time.”

“Which is why I need to push her out the door,” said Holtz. “So she’s not driving me stir crazy.”

“Wasn’t that what she said about you a couple of weeks ago?” Erin said, smirking.

Holtz made a face at Erin and held her daughter upright against her chest so her head and neck were supported. She started using her hands to make her daughter’s legs dance on the table. Patty and Erin both chuckled as Eliana soft-shoed on the shiny surface. She was somewhat fascinated by what her mother was doing with her feet.

“Hey Erin, pull out your phone,” said Holtz. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her own.

“What? Why?” said Erin, reaching for hers. Holtz grinned.

“We’re making a video to send to Abby.”

-----

Abby heard her text tone go off. She had been trying to hurry after she had taken a little longer in the bookshop she had stopped in on her way to grocery store. She hoped Eliana wasn’t getting fussy on Holtz yet.

“She’s probably getting hungry,” sighed Abby as she stopped to check her phone. But the text hadn’t come from Holtz, but Erin. And it included a video. Abby realized she was standing next to a Starbucks with few free outdoor tables. She sat down her bag from the bookstore and hit play on the video. She was confused for a second before she recognized the conference table. She groaned when she saw Holtz’s gloved hands guiding their daughter’s tiny feet down onto the surface. She was wearing little red and white Vans Holtz had found and insisted Eliana needed. She almost started laughing when a little card was placed in front of the camera that read:

For Mommy.

Eliana seemed to be rather enjoying when *NSYNC’s Bye Bye Bye started to play and Holtz started making her little arms and feet dance. Abby held a hand over her mouth, trying to keep from laughing and crying. She could hear Erin and Patty laughing in the background of the video. Holtz’s own dance moves were questionable, but she was pretty good at coordinating little newborn limbs. Abby did start laughing when a little baby hand was pretending to open and close like in the dance from the music video. She put a hand over her heart.

“Holtzmann...” she said out loud, shaking her head. She watched till the end of the video where Holtz had Eliana wave bye-bye and who coincidentally let out a huge yawn before closing her eyes. Abby texted her wife.

So this is what you’re going to do with our child while I’m out. - Abby

It didn’t take long till Abby got a reply back.

And she’s sleeping like a baby. Doesn’t even know you’re gone. - Holtzmann

Abby almost wanted to be sarcastic and say something about how much she was really needed and that Ellie was a baby, but instead, hit play on the video one more time. She smiled through the whole thing. She started to close it out when she heard a voice.

“Noooo... play it again.” Abby looked up surprised and saw two female Starbucks wait staff standing behind her. One of them had a hand over her mouth like she had been shocked she had spoken.

“It’s so cute,” gushed the other, picking up where her friend had left off. “Is that on YouTube?”

“No, it’s my wife and newborn daughter,” said Abby. “They’re apparently having fun at home.”

“The baby is yours?” gasped the waitress who had first spoken. “So cute! How old is she?”

“Almost four weeks now,” said Abby, feeling bewildered. “You were... watching?”

They both looked sheepish.

“Well, I saw and I pulled her in,” said one of the waitresses as she pointed to the other. “We had come out to clean the tables.”

“We’re sorry!” said the other, still looking sheepish. “We can get you a coffee?”

Abby felt a little weird that they had been watching over her shoulder, but free caffeine...

“One more watch for a coffee?” she offered.

“It’s a deal!” said the waitress who spoke first. Abby laughed to herself and hit play.

-----

“Oh Dad, you need to see these,” said Holtz. She had dragged him into her lab after he had come to meet his grand baby. He had been through the flu and a cold and had not wanted to get the baby sick so soon in her life. So he had stayed at home and Holtz had sent lots of pictures and video. The weather had held back Abby’s parents a couple of weeks too as Michigan and the surrounding area had a couple more snowstorms to round out the season, as did New York. Holtzmann had been a little relieved about it all. It had been a little rough at first, trying to adjust schedules. They had a few stumbling blocks here and there, but Eliana was starting to get into the groove of the whole life thing. She really liked to play, which Holtz had been proud of since she had often played with Eliana while she was still in the womb. She also loved to hear Abby read to her. It didn’t matter what it was, just as long as she could hear her Mommy. Even her just reading her emails and bust summaries was interesting.

“What have you built now?” said Dean Holtzmann, chuckling as he followed Holtz into her and Jen’s shared lab. Although Holtz had enjoyed Jen’s company, she was going to be glad to have everything back in the place where it should be.

“I haven’t shown Abby yet,” said Holtzmann, humming to herself as she pulled out two large boxes from the back of the lab space. “So...”

“Not a peep from me, I promise,” smirked Dean. He watched as she pulled out a mini-proton pack which looked very similar to the ones his daughter and their team worked with.

“Why am I not surprised?” he laughed. Holtz put it in Dean’s hands, turning it on. It lit up with LED lights.

“Please tell me this doesn’t work...” he began. Holtz rolled her eyes.

“Hit the button on the proton wand.”

He did so and laughed when multicolored bubbles came out of it.

“That’s brilliant kid. You might want to patent it and sell it.”

“Nah,” Holtz grinned. “One of a kind prototype. At least, for now.”

“More grand babies?” he said, looking at his daughter bemusedly.

“Let us get through this one first,” she said, opening the other box. This one was a little larger than the other. She took out a little handmade car and sat it on the floor. Dean was surprised. It looked exactly like the Ghostbusters vehicle.

“Is that...”

“A walker,” said Holtz proudly. “And as Ellie gets older, it’ll be a pedal car she can ride around in.”

“That is cute,” Dean said, smiling. “And smart. Although I don’t know about my grandchild riding around in a mini-hearse.”

“Then you probably don’t want to hear that she came home from the hospital in the full sized one then.”

“No, but I do want to see these baby dancing videos that Abby says you keep on making for her and the others and not sharing or posting.”

----- Erin had come upstairs to talk to Abby about transferring files to the new team once they had gotten settled when they heard a scream from downstairs. It was not long after they heard feet stomping up the stairs.

“It’s official,” said Patty after getting to the top. “Cheyenne and I have our first foster child!” She was still holding onto her phone in a firm grip even though she was slightly shaking. “He’s 13, loves to read, and is big into science. He just lost his mom. I hate that for him.”

“No dad?” asked Erin. Patty shook her head.

“Not in the picture. And no living relatives.”

“Damn,” grimaced Holtz, going and leaning against the arm of the couch. She had followed Patty up the stairs from her lab.

“Patty and Cheyenne will take care of him,” said Abby, getting up from where she had been sitting and talking to Erin and hugged Patty. “Congratulations.”

“It’s a big step,” she said. “But this is what we both want to do.” Abby nodded.

“When will they bring him to you?” asked Erin, getting up and hugging Patty as well.

“Two weeks,” said Patty. “They’re trying to place him quickly since he has nowhere to go. He’s already staying with a neighbor who had sat with him from time to time while his mom was at work.”

“Sounds like you need to get busy then,” Erin added.

“There’s so much we’ve got to do,” said Patty. “They said they’d bring all his things from their place, but I feel like we need to have him something new to welcome him to our home...”

“TV and video gaming system,” piped up Holtz. “He’ll be the happiest teenager.”

“Probably would be the best option,” agreed Erin.

“It works for Holtz,” gestured Abby at her wife. Holtzmann stuck her tongue out at her. A cry interrupted them.

“I’ll go get her,” said Holtz. She headed over to the nursery. Abby sighed, scratching her shoulder.

“I had just put her down...”

“She wants in on the good news,” said Erin. She looked over to Patty, who shook her head.

“Still haven’t heard anything from her.” Erin nodded, biting her lip.

“I kind of got the impression that Sondra might have wanted to keep her grand baby the last time we talked on the phone.”

“Yeah, I was afraid of that too,” said Patty with a grimace. “But there’s still adoption, right? And you did your home study.”

“There is that,” said Erin, trying to smile.

“They really did like you and David,” Patty said sadly. “It’s just... you know, family...”

“I get it,” said Erin with a nod. “I wouldn’t have the heart to accept when I know Deandra’s mother would want the child.”

“Maybe you’ll hear something soon,” offered Abby. She looked over when Holtz brought Eliana over to the group. “Until then, you can borrow ours.”

Erin laughed at that as Holtz nodded vigorously. She deposited a crying Ellie into Erin’s arms. <– Prev | Next –>

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