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perpetuelledaydreaming · 3 years

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Illicit affairs -Chapter 1

summary: harry osborn is a flirt and justin hammer is a jackass. y/n tells peter that he is an idiot, again. & black cat wants to know what night are they talking about.

Listen to: Maniac -Conan Grey & my tears ricochet - Taylor Swift

word count: 7.5k

(author’s note at the end now)

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(the gif is so funny out of context but like literally)

You’d never been to the OSCORP tower before. You had met Norman and Harry when you still lived in Malibu and they lived in Silicon Valley, they had attended a couple of galas that had become mandatory for you to go in order represent the Stark’s family name but other than that, there hadn’t been much interaction.

Especially since Tony and Norman never got along; they had run in the same circle since the ’90s and they had vastly different ideas on what was important. For one, Tony loved what he did and he was passionate about any advancement he could make, but Norman was downright miserable with a sickly ambition. Moreover, he dived into extreme genetic projects that could be dangerous if mixed with business, so as soon as Norman suggested something to Tony and he shut him down, leaving a bitter taste on Norman’s mouth.

You wove your way through the reception that was daunting with a set of intricate security, more than what you had actually expected. Now you knew what Tony had meant with Norman being paranoid. You passed the multiple security stations and smiled when no machine or security guard noticed the mass amount of energy you were carrying on your necklace, where your suit was contained. You had been working for months when you first got to Europe so you could carry it undetected, it had failed a couple of times and so, it had forced you to work out even harder, in case you couldn’t use your suit.

You finished passing through the security detail and manage to made your way to the receptionist, who seemed to be rather annoyed with the sheer amount of calls he was receiving.

“Hi, sorry to bother you”, you smiled, looking down at him but he didn’t even raise his head, you stopped talking but then he motioned his hand for you to continue. “Okay…I’m here to see Mr. Osborn, we have an appointment”

“Your name?”, the receptionist asked, still not looking at you which made your eye twitch in annoyance.

“Y/N Stark”, you answered, the receptionist snorted, and then he raised his head. He went pale when he realized it was you, you smiled in return as he pulled off his headset and smiled at you.

“Mr. Osborn has been waiting for you”, he said as he quickly motioned a security guard to come to the desk and placed his headset on his head again. “Also, there’s this guy over there who said he was with you”, he mentioned as he pointed at Peter who was passing through the last security detail.

Peter rushed to get next to you, he had been swinging through the city and you could tell by how his curls were messier than how they usually got if he was running. You couldn’t help but to smile at his face at his state, his brows were knitted in a frown as he tried to catch his breath, the way his nose wrinkled made you want to shed a tear or two, you remembered how it usually made your heart burst whenever he did that.

“I’m so sorry, I had class and…”, Peter mumbled but he stopped again to breathe.

You knew that Peter didn’t want to come to Oscorp, it had been years since he had gotten bitten by that radioactive spider on a class trip but you were more than sure that it still triggered something in him. You had assured him that you could go alone, but being as stubborn as he was, he said he would go with you.

“Peter, don’t worry”, you said sweetly as you place your hand on his shoulder and squeezed it. “It’s okay”

Peter froze at your touch and you felt the tension on his muscles so you quickly took your hand off his shoulder. It all felt rather nostalgic to both of you, the way you trusted each other, how you knew you had each other’s back and understood. But this wasn’t like before and you knew it couldn’t be.

You cleared your throat and turned around to the security guard, signaling to him that you were ready to go see Mr. Osborn.

The small walk to the elevator was rather awkward as disjointed, not knowing who would go first and where to follow. Soon, you were surrounded by two other security guards when you reached the top floor where you were supposed to have the meeting.

Fury had been the one to call Norman, thinking that he wouldn’t take it seriously if you or Peter had made the call. Norman, aside from being paranoid, was a real asshole and everyone knew it, his employees lived in constant fear about any of his outbursts but they decided to stay because of his work with genetics, which was unique. You rolled your eyes at the thought of him, you remembered the disdain on his light green eyes when you had said ‘hi’ in one of the galas a couple of years ago.

Knowing this, it didn’t surprise you that when the elevator opened to a floor with one corridor surrounded by glass windows with different machines and people working inside before you could even step out, the glasses began to get foggy and soon they turned white, blocking the view of whatever they were doing inside.

Completely paranoid, you thought as you walked out of the elevator.

The security guard guided you to the end of the hallway to a large office and then opened the door. You were expecting to find a much older fragile guy with an unhinged look on his face, that’s how you imagined Norman would look but instead, you found Harry.

You remember being younger and having a crush on Harry for about a week when you still lived in Malibu, he was cute when he was younger but now, he was hot.

His almond eyes always looked good with his chiseled cheekbones and jaw, his smile was worth a thousand dollars, and his dark short hair framed his face perfectly. He had this bad boy look to him and you wondered how many girls and boys had fallen for him, you had heard a lot about Harry since you were put in the same group by the media: The prodigies’ heirs. You knew he was meant to carry the Osborn legacy like you were in charge of the Stark’s legacy but you also knew he liked to party and drink a little bit more than he should.

“Y/N!”, he said as he smirked at you, offering his hands and you took it, smiling softly at him before he placed a kiss over it.

“Nice to see you, H”, you answered as you tried your best not to blush.

Peter stayed behind you, rolling his eyes at the interaction as he saw how the guards quickly closed the door when Peter turned around.

“I haven’t seen you in a while, I was hoping you could go with me to a few galas but I heard you were traveling”, Harry continued as he offered one of the seats in front of his large desks, you whispered a small thank you as you sat down and then Harry sat in front of you with a large grin.

You turned around for a second to see Peter placing the glasses that Tony had given him for the mission, they were to be shared by the two of you but you had discussed yesterday over the phone that he should be the one wearing them since you had to handle Osborn.

Plus, Peter knew how to managed them better and the program E.D.I.T.H, you watch him scanning the room with his eyes and knew this was your turn to shine.

“Yeah, I needed to leave New York for a while”, you explained to him as you fixed your black blazer and the white blouse that you decided to wear that day.

Harry snickered at you, while he pointed at you with one finger as he waved his hand.

“You got in trouble, didn’t you?”, Harry asked with a gleam of malice on his eyes as he let out a little laugh of satisfaction. “Perfect y/n Stark in trouble”

You shuddered at the nickname, it brought you back the memories in Malibu as more information from you got out and it became a staple every time paparazzi caught you on the street and printed it on the magazine covers. You couldn’t help but feel your heart squeezing momentarily on your chest.

But then you gazed back at Harry, the delight in his eyes made you frustrated, he was enjoying himself, like the fact that you had messed up placed you on the same level as him. Sometimes you wondered if he even remembered that you were an avenger too, that you couldn’t disclose missions or that maybe he was playing dumb to get something out.

But you weren’t dumb or playing his games.

“You know us, trust fund kids”, you leered as you play with your hair, “We have our daddies to bail us out”, You smiled coyly as Harry chuckled -more to himself than anything-.

Peter felt sick as he heard you, rolling his eyes to the back of his skull. He knew you were acting, the way your voice was higher than usual, and how you were playing with a strand of your hair as you smiled demurely at Harry. But he couldn’t help but hate it, it wasn’t you.

“Come on Stark”, Harry continued, intrigued by what you had said, “DUI? Cocaine? Sex in the wrong place?”, he asked. “Been there, done that. It’s not that bad, why did you leave?”

You smirked while you shook your head, negating to answer.

“Oh, Harry, what would your dad say about that?”, you pointed out.

Harry licked his lips with a grin, although he looked another way, his eyes a bit gloomy as he recalled his couple of indiscretions.

You knew Harry didn’t have a good relationship with his father, he was the complete opposite for Norman and he was known for being an absent father. Harry grew up with nannies since her mother left and returned to Shanghai, Norman got full custody. The only thing Norman cared about when it came to Harry, was that he was almost as intelligent as him and should be the next one in charge of Oscorp.

“He wouldn’t care as long as I was here working in the morning”, he finally said.

You felt bad for Harry, you placed your hand over his in solidarity, not meaning anything more and Harry smiled sincerely back at you.

But then Peter cleared his throat.

“Can we know what Black Cat stole? We have another meeting”, he asked as he frowned at your interaction with him, his lips in a tight line as he removed the glasses for a moment.

Harry rolled his eyes as he stood up, he hadn’t even acknowledged Peter and he didn’t care to do so.

“Come with me”, he muttered as he stood up and opened the door of the office and you followed him swiftly as you glared at Peter for the interruption while he simply shrugged.

You followed Harry through the main hallway where you had walked and then quickly turned to the left, commenting about the updates his father had ordered to be more… private with their different projects.

“Your dad updated the security system after the attack of Black Cat?”, you asked as you finally reached a rather smaller lab compared to the rest.

Harry nodded over his shoulder to you before he reached the door, where a little camera appeared out of the blue while the wall opened to reveal more intricate security equipment.

“So, your dad didn’t already have all of this before Black Cat attacked?”, Peter asked Harry as he quickly placed his E.D.I.T.H glasses.

You smirked as you saw Peter’s eyes moving quickly, guessing he was reading all the information that had been given to him by the AI.

“The eye recognition is new, he installed it two days ago when he knew that you were coming”, Harry mentioned as a red line scanned his eye.

Peter and you gazed at each other in astonishment, which Harry noticed right away thanks to the silence.

“My dad doesn’t like your dad, he just wants to be safe”, he muttered as he placed a combination in the little pad with numbers over it.

“Your dad clearly knows how to hold a grudge”, you answered as you rolled your eyes.

Harry turned around with a grin, “Don’t mention it”, he said as he finally placed his hand on a little pad under the numbers.

He then took a step back and after a few seconds, the door finally opened.

It was a rather dark room, just about two people were working on the lab right at the moment, and with the deemed lights, you could only see the green glow in the different small tests tubes and stronger sources of lights coming from the various terrariums and tanks that held different animals: blue coral snakes, cone snails, pufferfish, among others.

You felt a shiver ran down your spine as you saw how one of the workers carefully took one of the blue corals' snakes and began extracting its venom, the snake recoiled and was more aggressive than anything, it seemed like the worker was having issues with it but soon, she took a hold of the snakes tail and forced it into the machine with big needles that were in charge of extracting the venom, you could hear the hisses of pain. You turned around, feeling like you couldn’t see any more, only to find small containers, near the edge of the room and rather down where dead animals in the canister.

You felt like you could throw up, but you turned around to see Peter, whose gaze was glued to the little test tubes.

Peter could feel the weight on his shoulders as he recalled the bite of the spider on the nape of his neck, the stinging and the horrible sensation that followed, he was sure he was going to die because of the pain but soon, it went away faster than he expected.

Only to find the next morning that everything had changed.

You could tell that Peter was struggling, but you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable like you had done earlier in the lobby. Nonetheless, the instinctive movement came alone, you offered your hand to him while Harry was not looking as he discussed something with the workers at the other end of the room.

Peter’s eyes followed your hand and he took it in a second, without even giving it much thought. His eyes connected to yours and you could feel the warmth in his smile, his eyes staring at you contemplatively as he tightened his hold on your hand while you tried to ignore how his gaze still set your pulse of fire, it annoyed you how after all this time, you still felt like that when he looked at you.

“Sorry for the delay”, you both heard, causing your heads to whip to where Harry was.

You quickly let go of Peter’s hand as he managed to choke a whimper as he felt your warm hand leaving, your touch in any way always made him feel grounded and it had been a while since.

Harry stood in front of you with a little test tube with fluorescent green liquid, while you came closer to him, removing your blazer and tying it to your hips. You tried to reach for it but Harry quickly took a step back as he shook his head.

“You have to wear gloves, this is rather an unusual substance”, he explained while you huffed.

“What does it do?”

“This baby is a mix of the best neuromuscular blocking agents we could find in nature”, Harry said as he shook it a bit. “They cause a rather faster and more heavy muscles relaxation by binding to the acetylcholine receptors postsynaptically”

Peter walked to your side, as he analyzed the substance with the help of E.D.I.T.H and he didn’t like what she was telling him.

“It blocks neuromuscular transmissions at what pace?”, Peter asked while looking a bit distressed.

Harry huffed as he started to recall, you felt a little bit anxious as you waited for Harry’s answer. Because if you were thinking correctly, Norman was playing with dangerous things.

“It’s faster than anectine”, Harry muttered as he gave the little test tube back to one of the workers.

“But anectine has an onset effect of three minutes”, you replied quickly while you walked towards the back of the room, following the worker who placed it in a refrigerating closet with hundreds of it.

“Exactly”, Harry said behind you. “This new substance can take less than ten seconds if you put it through IV and one minute through another medium”

“But why?”, Peter asked.

“This is much stronger, you know that FDA approved drugs that do the same thing are less heavy but if we get this right, it can change everything”, Harry explained as you turned around with a glare.

“This can become a weapon, H”, you growled while Harry simply rolled his eyes.

You quickly walked out of the room, Harry and Peter looked at each other for a second but then followed you swiftly outside. Peter giving another look at the lab so E.D.I.T.H could finalize its review before the door finally closed sealed.

“It can save lives, imagine if you have an accident or are injured in a place that’s farther away from any hospital or any type of medical care. If you need to have an emergency surgical process, but they don’t have even the simplest drugs to put you out at the exact moment, it decreases your chances of survival. You are screwed if you have first aid kits and you can find a way to make the tools needed for surgery but there’s nothing that can replace this”, Harry explained as you glared at him in the hallway.

“You can kill them, if they don’t have mechanical ventilation aid, they die”, you snapped at him as you passed a hand through your hair but then you saw Harry’s smirk. “What?”

“You don’t need mechanical ventilation with that”, he explained with gleaming eyes and a wide smile. “It’s brilliant!”

But you remained silent as you process the repercussions of what he was saying, but before you could say anything Peter spoke.

“But that means, that the person’s still conscious and able to breathe on their own”, Peter muttered as Harry and you stared at him. “You are basically trapped on your own body”

Harry’s smile faded rather quickly at Peter’s words, his excitement was gone as he processed what Peter was saying and even doubt could be perceived on his factions.

“Please, tell me that at least that wears off quickly as well”, you asked Harry with your eyes closed.

Harry’s answer still haunted you as you drove back to New York, you decided it was best to take your car than to fly with Peter hanging to you by a threat. It wasn’t a long flight from Staten Island to Washington Heights, but you had decided to not wear your suit too often and somehow you felt like you needed to process all that information. Black Cat was working with Kingpin, who was clearly in the mood for selling dangerous weapons to any kinds of people, this could have rather a short term and long term repercussions, if you were correct this stuff could be used by the burglar next door who would simply paralyze anyone on their way and even kill them or even grand stake villains such as Hydra soldiers or Scorpio.

Harry had assured you that they were still looking for an antidote and that it was going to come rather quickly, but your anxiety wasn’t slowing down at any moment. Peter could feel it too, you had asked him if he wanted a ride and he was happy that you had even offered it, considering that he thought that you would make him swing all the way to Washington Heights, but he wasn’t sure how much good it would make if you didn’t talk. The ride was long, and none of you broke the silence. He wanted to assure you that it would be okay, that you would catch the bad guys as you always did but, deep down, he understood how dangerous it could be.

Nonetheless, with the recollection that E.D.I.T.H had made, it seemed like with your help and Bruce, he could find out a rather faster antidote than what Harry had promised back at Oscorp and, although he still had to analyze the venom and its effects on his body, he was sure his body would metabolize fast enough to do any harm.

“We are here”, you muttered as Peter took off quickly the glasses that were trying to decode some of the Oscorp data about the venom, so it could expand its information.

“I’ve never met Justin Hammer”, Peter explained. “I was that day at the Stark Expo and I can clearly remember how one of the Iron man suits was in front of me and I swore I had blasted it with my toy, but… Tony was the one that did it”

You smiled as you turned around at Peter’s story, you remember how he always told it at dinner time and how much Tony loved it too.

But you also recalled how nervous you were for your father and Pepper, how he had disappeared for a couple of days as he fixed his arc reactor, and how you had been ushered out of the Expo, Happy driving you and Nat to where Vanko was. You still couldn’t believe how Hammer hadn’t lost his company after that, or even how he had gone to jail for just a year and a half before he was let out on parole.

He was an asshole back then and it seemed he was an asshole still.

“Well, well, well”, Hammer chuckled to himself as he received you in the lobby, still on a grey way to tight suit with wanna-be-Tony glasses “Who do we have here? Lovely to see you, little Stark”

Your eye twitched at the nickname, as you offered your hand in response.

“Can’t say the same thing”, you muttered while Peter walked next to you. “Peter, Hammer and Hammer, Peter”, you quickly said uninterested in having any more of a small interaction with him.

But Hammer was Hammer.

“Didn’t know you could drag your boyfriend to official meetings, it’s not very professional of the avengers”, he teased with a large grin as he shook Peter’s hand while his eyes were still were glued to you.

Peter could feel how his cheeks began to blush, stammering to deny the relationship while your nostrils flared and you crossed your arms across your chest.

“He is my father’s intern that helps not only to advance Stark’s Industries largest projects, which is at its best”, you said arrogantly. “He also helps the avengers, I think you wouldn’t know since not many want to work with you!”, a slight conceited smile grew on your lips.

Peter felt like he wanted to hide from the poison on your words but he also felt extremely fascinated but this new phase of you. Maybe while you were in Europe, you found yourself more and an actual voice. Maybe, after your fight, you weren’t taking anybody’s shit.

He was somehow glad and in awe.

“Oh spicy!”, Hammer shouted as he gave a playful nudge to you and his bodyguards behind him, giggling to himself while you simply rolled your eyes. “Love that for you, follow me”

The ride to one of the top floors wasn’t exactly long, but it felt like an eternity since Hammer couldn’t stop talking about what he was doing at the moment, how successful he was, how jail had been a wake-up call to him and had changed him to the core. He kept talking about how he had been given motivational talks all over Europe, and that had been sold out, but you doubted. You doubted all of this. You zone out, as you tried to isolate yourself from his non-stopping chattering.

And then, he showed you the little marble size neutralizers.

“Does this really work?”, you said as you played with the small device in your hands, you quickly tapped your earpiece and silently asked H.A.P.P.Y to study it, as the sleeve of your suit began to appear out of nowhere.

You could feel Hammer’s eye twitching as he saw the technology you had, but he quickly changed his demure while he muttered, “Same sense of humor as your father”.

Peter interrupted Hammer’s glued gaze to your suit as H.A.P.P.Y, your AI, analyzed it.

“But do they?”, Peter asked as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose as Hammer turned around.

“What?”

“Work?”, Peter asked once more as you finished your scan and gave it to Peter, so he could examine it on his own.

But Hammer quickly snatched it from your hand as he began to play with it, his lack of seriousness caused you to feel irritable.

“No, these little suckers don’t. She took the wrong batch and couldn’t snatch the real ones”, he said smugly, as he then threw the marble to a trashcan close to you, he failed and the marble began to roll on the floor. “But these over there…”

Peter barely burst into laughs and so did you, until your eyes gaze to the back of the enormous white lab where a line of production was still moving, towards where Hammer was pointing.

“Where are those?”, you asked as you walked towards them.

“Well, these are the ones”, Hammer said as he ran behind you and Peter did the same. “These can knock out the entire Empire State building energy system”

“That means…”

“There’s a real possibility that she might be back”, Peter suggested wide-eyed as the line of marbles continued.

“I guess so”, Hammer shrugged as he continued to watch the little neutralizers being made.

You stayed silent as you gazed at Peter and he nodded.

“I need to know how did she entered last time, the exact time, and see if we can install better security cameras”, you ordered the bodyguards and the assistant of Hammer that were behind him, all of them nodded without question, leaving Hammer looking rather confused on how you could command his employees.

“Why do you need all that, little Stark?”, Hammer asked as he placed his hand behind the nape of his neck, clearly not getting any of it.

“We are going to be patrolling tonight”, you said as you raised an eyebrow mischievously towards Peter who smiled back at you.

It took about three calls to have a SHIELD team on Hammer Industries, installing better cameras and for the security body to start explaining to both you and Peter how Black Cat had entered and the possible weakest points on the building, but it seemed like the rooftop was always the weakest point since the windows right below it were the ones Black Cat had used to get inside. You called Tony to let him know your plan, while Peter went back to Queens to leave some stuff from university and he wanted to still leave E.D.I.T.H in a safe place, so he had to go through Stark Tower as well. Either way, he needed “to go” so Spiderman could come back to work with you.

Around 9:00 pm or so, you heard Peter’s characteristic thiwp!

You turned around as he landed behind you on the rooftop of the building, he had a different suit than the last one you had seen him with. This new model was black and red, a longshot from the blue and red or the iron-spider suit that you had seen him with before you left New York.

“Nice of you to show up”, you said with a slight smile while Peter walked towards you.

“Why aren’t you wearing your suit yet?”, Peter asked, standing next to you.

Your body urged to lean against him, as you usually did but you forced yourself not to do it. He was taller than before, you had always been the same height but now he seemed to pass you by a couple of inches, you shuddered at the memory of him holding you against a wall but you shook your head, walking away from Peter.

“I wore that suit for far too long when I was away, I like to wear it now when I really need it”, you explained to him, walking around looking at your feet.

Peter nodded as he trailed behind you, “It was too much work?”, he asked slowly.

“A lot more than what I was used to”, you admitted as you faced Peter with a smile. “But it was worth it, either way”

Peter was being cautious, he didn’t want to scare you since you had actually had a nice day together without any issues, he felt like with time both of you would simply gravitate together like you had before everything got so messed up. He liked to think that the pain would go away, that you wouldn’t hurt each other anymore, but that was foolish and disrespectful to you.

To think that you could forgive him without even saying sorry, to think that he would simply go back to how you were without him knowing what happened that day. And although he knew that you maybe didn’t want to talk about it, he knew that if he didn’t try to fix it, then he would regret it forever.

“Y/N, we should talk”

You froze as you heard Peter’s words and you decided that flying at that exact moment, away from the rooftop, away from him; would be a great idea.

The feeling of not being enough, of feeling so stupid for not foreseeing what was going to happened seemed to overwhelm you. Those feelings that began as hurt turned into resent and anger, more than what you would like to admit.

You’ve had a nice day, not that you were being too close like before by any means but you wished that he could just let it be. But you knew it was foolish and disrespectful to him not to give him a chance to talk, to understand what had happened that day.

“What do you have to say?”

Peter raised his eyebrows, not that you could see it completely with his mask on but he was surprised that you had agreed on it. He quickly walked closer to you, his scent invading your space and you had to close your eyes as you tried not to be dazed by the smell of cinnamon and honey.

“I mean, can you tell me what happened?”, Peter asked you and you literally felt your heart squeezing on your chest.

Is he that oblivious? you thought to yourself.

“Weren’t you there?”

Peter rolled his eyes at your statement.

“You know what I mean y/n”, he watched you as you raised your eyebrow.

“No, I don’t,” you snarled, “You know exactly what happened, why do you want to play dumb?”, snapping at Peter’s stance, you knew him well enough to know that he should have a dumbfounded expression under the mask.

“I’m not playing dumb, y/n!”

“But you are!”, you snapped with your face pinched with your cheeks growing hot as each second passed. “Why you want to taunt me with this? Why do you feel the need to bring this up again?”

You could feel your chest getting heavier as each word left your mouth, the tears building up in your eyes as you watched Peter, narrowed eyes and harsh breaths began to feel the air once more.

“Because we were best friends!”

“Well, what good did that do?”, you snarled at him and now you felt your tears falling from your eyes, and you hated it. You hated feeling like that, helpless. “Best friends know the other more than they know themselves, best friends tell each other what’s happening in their lives, best friends care about each other’s feelings, they don’t hurt the other as you hurt me!”

“How on earth did I hurt you, y/n?”, Peter snapped back at you, irritation growing on his chest, “Getting together with Gwen? Did you think that I would leave you behind? You never told me anything!”

You stayed silent for a moment, the image of Peter kissing Gwen repeated over and over again on your head. You remember the anger you felt against yourself, you remember how you hated being a coward, you hated it, and yet, here was Peter reminding you about it.

“Your naiveté amazes me sometimes”, you scoffed as you got closer to him for a second, watching him with disdain.

“Oh my god, would you just tell me?”, Peter sighed loudly, you were sure he was rolling his eyes as you wiped the tears away from your face, “You are acting extremely…”

“Come on, go ahead and say it!”, you yelled at him, throwing overboard whatever composure you had held through the day.

“Immature, you are immature!”, Peter yelled back and it stung, more than what you would like to admit. “Can you just stop this and tell me for god’s sake?”

You shook your head, you couldn’t even believe that you had allowed this conversation to go for as long as it had, and with what Peter was saying, he didn’t even seem like himself. The more you heard his words, the more you believed that he actually didn’t know you.

“Figure it out by yourself and leave me an alone idiot!”, you tried to say in a stentorian voice, but it came out much smaller than you thought.

You felt tired, the energy it took to fight Peter, the energy it took to call him out on his cluelessness, it took a toll on you. Bottling up feelings had been your defense mechanism for so long, that sometimes when you wanted to say your mind, your throat hurt and your heartfelt heavy.

The lump never seemed to leave, neither the heaviness and in conversations like this, they seemed more prominent.

Peter stayed silent for a moment as he saw your chest coming up and down, the tears rolling from your checks and he hated it, he hated himself for causing it but he also hated you for not telling him anything, silence had always been your favorite weapon and it stung.

But still, you were you and he didn’t want to see you upset. He quickly tried to take a hold of your hand but you snatched it away, almost instinctively.

“What’s your problem?”

The air between both of you was rather thick, Peter and you remained silent as you securely were watching one another. It seemed that all that resentment and anger and hurt had been left in the air, the bubble was still there but nothing seemed to be able to pop it.

And you knew it would be harder to breathe each time that you found one another, only causing more pain.

Who would want to live like that? You asked yourself, as you decided to simply let go.

“My problem is that I liked you,” you confessed, “I loved you and you disregarded my feelings and got together with Gwen”

Peter remained stunned for a second, or two. He had been waiting years, years for you to finally confess your feelings for him. He dreamed of it since he met you but he had talked himself out of it, simply assuming that you were brave, that you would tell him if there were feelings on your part, but you only treated him as a friend, except for…

“Why didn’t you tell me!”, he complained and you shot him a glare.

“Oh, come on, don’t act like that night wasn’t anything!”

“What night?”, the sultry strange voice seemed almost like a purr.

You whipped your heads towards where the voice came from and there she was, on the edge of the building standing delicately. Her long silver (almost white) hair was tightly wrapped up in a tall ponytail with two strands of hair framing her face perfectly. It seemed it complimented her almost purple eyes that shined from behind the black mask that covered most of the upper region of her face but let out on the open her plump lips that had an intense dark red lipstick that suited her well.

Then her black leather costume with soft white lines was, well, tight everywhere. It framed her body perfectly, it almost seemed like it was a second skin, her boy was voluptuous and beautiful, her hands looked like claws and those nails seemed like they could cut ice, almost like they were knives on their own.

“Lovely to see you, Spidey”, she said to Peter, her silky voice gave you tingles as you quickly reacted and pressed the charm on your necklace.

The suit started to hug your body when Black Cat turned around and a grin was drawn on her face as she watched you transforming yourself into the hero that you were. Her eyes gleaming at the sight of your suit as she licked her lips, you felt almost embarrassed as if you were laid bare in front of her.

“You brought me a new one,” she cooed, “and the prettiest, nonetheless”

You felt your cheeks getting warm as she got closer to you, her hips swinging from side to side as she walked and you placed yourself in a defensive stand.

She giggled to herself, clearly loving the possible challenge.

“That’s enough Cat”, Peter snapped as he shot one of his webs and caught her hand.

Black Cat chuckled to herself, as she quickly slashed Peter’s web from her hand and threw a little explosive towards where he was, forcing Peter to retreat for a second but before she could turn around to run, she faced you, you quickly took a hold of her shoulder and cocked your head.

“Sorry Kitty”, you muttered before you pushed her down to the floor as you kneeled, her head bounced against the concrete and she groaned.

She glared back at you and before you knew it, she wrapped her legs on your neck as she did a candlestick and then pulled you down as she rolled over you, leaving you under her legs. You quickly took a hold of her waist, as you tried to get her off from you but her hold on your neck was rather tight.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her skull as she watched you and leaned down a bit, “You look so pretty like that”, she whispered.

You took that second to recover from her statement and you took a hold of her neck, tightly, hoping that she would let go of yours, but it seemed like she enjoyed just the amount of pressure that you placed on her neck. She quickly placed her hands on your hand as her eyes remained glued to yours.

“Harder, pretty please?”, she purred and you could feel your hold getting looser by her words.

“Oh my god, stop!”, you yelled at her, knowing that if you removed your mask, she would be able to see the corners of the lips turn upward, although you were trying so hard not to.

Peter quickly grabbed her by the arms and peeled her off from you with force, giving you space to breathe a bit again, she giggled as Peter took a hold of her tightly from behind. She struggled to get free as Peter pressed her elbows together in an attempt to immobilize her.

“She always does that,” Peter assured you as he grunted while he tried to keep her steady. “She wants to make you uncomfortable”

Black Cat rolled her eyes, “Or maybe because I like her?”, she provoked as she winked at you. “You look good Spidey,” she stated as she coiled on Peter’s arms who seemed to be having trouble holding her as you stood up and tried to help, still feeling rather embarrassed by her attention. “Been working out?”, she asked.

You walked to where Black Cat being held by Peter who was waiting for you to place vibranium bracelets so you could take her to the respective authorities. It had been quicker than what you had planned, especially since Peter hadn’t been able to catch her on his own before. But alone, you were sure that she would’ve sat on you for a longer time.

“Stop”, Peter growled, completely focused on holding her still so the vibranium bracelets would hold her correctly.

“So, what happened between the two of you?”, she asked while you watched her intently. “Fucked him and left him, Stark?”

“That’s a lot of questions”, you answered her as you ordered H.A.P.P.Y to generate the vibranium bracelets, you saw her purple-ish eyes watching you up and down before you walked behind her.

“I’m just curious”, she whispered, shrugging slightly.

Peter shook his head. “Yeah, I hear that’s bad for cats”, he muttered slowly while your suit began to generate the vibranium bracelets but before you could place them on her, she got into action.

She quickly gave Peter a swift backward kick that hit him right on his… web shooter and let herself loose, she quickly recovered her hands and began to run towards the edge of the building, to where she had accessed the lab last time.

You didn’t waste a second, soon you were flying towards her and as she jumped from the edge of the building, right in the mid of the air, you managed to grab her, stopping her and effectively, managing to take the air on her lungs because of the impact. You quickly managed to rise higher into the air and then back up to the rooftop where Peter was calling you through the com but Black Cat recovered quickly, and she coiled on your arms and before you knew it, she slashed one of your sleeves with her claws.

You hissed as you watched your arm, she had managed to remove a couple of the nanobots that made your suit, it wasn’t too deep but she had managed to cut you, which was concerning because it meant that those claws were made by something strong.

“Ow!”, you grumbled. “Are you crazy?”

You then gazed at her and she was smirking as she tried to take another hit at your chest, without any doubt you let go of her, right above where Peter was waiting for both of you.

“Web her up!”, you ordered Peter as Black Cat fell and began to be wrapped in Peter’s web as he shot at her repeatedly but every time he managed to immobilize one hand or her legs, she slashed his web with her other claw.

“I can’t get her!”, Peter grunted as he continued to shoot at her.

When she landed on the roof, barely harmed and with only the excess of webs that Peter had managed to throw at her. Peter ran after her, quickly webbing her feet as he jumped towards her and pushed her to the floor, but she was so swift and suave that she simply landed on her hands and managed to do several round-off back handspring escaping from Peter and then effectively managed to break her hold on her legs.

“Are you serious?”, Peter cursed to himself and she gave him a light wink.

She then turned around with a smile on her face only to crash against your suit, she gasped heavily as she watched you in front of her, giving a quick step back. You smiled and before Black Cat even knew it, you pointed at her with one of your repulsors.

“Sorry Kitty”, you muttered before you shot her with your repulsor, sending her back into the floor and where Peter was standing.

Although you had diminished the capacity of your suit by a lot for that shot, you still felt a small sense of fear when you saw that she was not moving, Peter was already on his knees watching her intently and checking her vitals.

“Is she okay?”, you asked Peter as you arrived, but before he could even answer you ordered H.A.P.P.Y. to check her vitals.

Peter rolled his eyes, “She’s fine”, he answered but your mask disappeared quickly as you glared at her. “She’s just unconscious”

“Miss Stark, she’s okay. She seems to have a slight concussion but she’s aw-”

Before H.A.P.P.Y. could finish talking you felt your legs being wrapped in something, you lowered your eyes to your legs and they seemed to be bounded by a white threat, you raised your head once more to see that Black Cat had disappeared from between you and Peter and that Peter was in the same position as you, he gazed at you with a haunted expression.

You quickly felt a hand on the back of your neck, it swiftly droved your head against Peter’s and everything went black, the last thing you remember was Peter’s honey and cinnamon scent and Black Cat’s voice:

“Can’t wait to see you again, Stark”

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author’s note: So, I think it’s like one of my first chapters that i’ve revised as well as i did just because i wanted the introduction to Felicia to be perfect and to see how interested she actually is on y/n. anyway, it can still have some mistakes and i’m so osrry for that but i hope you like it?? i’m more than excited for the next few chapters.

next few chapters we are going to have more action and begin with the fun partss! I’ll leave a sneak peak of the next chapter in the masterlist like i did for this one and yes. also, next few chapters are going to be so long and that might take me more time, i have the skeleton ready for chapter 2, i just need to fill it with details but HOPEFULLY i have it uploaded by sunday but i’m also full of finals?? i’ll try for sunday but maybe it will be ready for next week FOR SURE.

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FP Jones/Andrew’s Family/Riverdale imagines - Oh Dear Part 35 - Final Chapter - A Sore Goodbye

A/N: This is based on the memorial episode for Luke Perry. Watching and writing this was very hard and I miss him as do many fans and everyone who ever knew him. My characters pain here is almost real as it pained me to write about Fred’s death knowing that we didn’t just lose Fred Andrews, we lost Luke Perry. I hope you enjoy this final chapter of ‘Oh Dear’. It’s been a wild ride and I thank every single reader, liker, etc. I love you all.

MASTERLIST LINK (HERE)

Overall Summary: You’re Archie’s older sister and you have a thing for a certain Serpent.

This chapter: Based on Season 4 Episode 1 - (Y/N) has been living away from Riverdale for two years now. Only keeping touch with her family every now and then but (Y/n)’s brother, Archie, and herself never allowed any Riverdale drama to pull her back to the town which held the man she loved but couldn't have. But the sudden death of her father meant she had to finally return...

Pairing: Reader x FP Jones, Sister!Reader x Archie Andrews, Daughter!Reader x Fred Andrews,

Word count: 8,864

Warnings: Very emotional. Loss of a father. Some strong language. Some smut.

“(Y/N).” His voice was like velvet as his arms snaked around you.

You slowly moved in his arms to face him. Your smile widened as you met his eyes.

“You’ve been gone ages–” Fp’s mouth cut your words short as he kissed you deeply and with a hunger you could feel in the pit of your own stomach.

Your fingers tangled themselves in the older man’s hair within seconds, your hips pressing against his as he held you tightly.

You dragged the man backwards to the bed behind you and allowed yourselves to fall down onto it. FP’s hands rushed to rip the clothes from you.

You let your eyes roll backwards at the feeling of his hot tongue against your neck.

His hands left your body for a moment which made you pout and whine in desperation. The empty feeling didn’t last long as hands placed themselves back against your soft skin; but the feeling was different... Not completely foreign but not him.

Your eyes fluttered open to see Malachai’s face. The air flooded your lungs in a sharp gasp but before you could make another sound, Malachai’s hand trapped your lips beneath it.

You screamed into his hand and tried to fight underneath him but his body felt like a deadweight.

You watched him with wide eyes as he moved closer to your face; his lips and eyes blood red.

You squeezed your eyes shut, feeling his fevered breath against your cheeks, trying your best to mentally escape this.

You finally felt the weight lift from you when you snapped your eyes open and thrashed forward, sending your bedsheets across the floor.

Sweat drenched you.

It took you a minute to realise you were alone in your apartment, not in Riverdale.

You shifted your legs off the side of the bed and rested your elbows against your knees with your head low whilst you tried to slow your breathing.

It'd been months since you dreamt of Riverdale; of FP; of Malachai and that night.

You lifted your mobile from the bedside table and a glaring 4:43am flashed back at you.

It was July so the sun was already rising outside.

You pushed back your curtains and opened your window to let some air into the stifling room.

It wasn’t likely you’d be able to sleep against after a dream like that so you just headed to the shower and put some coffee on for yourself.

You kicked some of the dirty clothes from the night before towards your clothes hamper as you entered the bathroom to cool off and clean the nightmare from your body.

Your apartment was small and you hadn’t been there very long but it was perfect for you. No one had been inside it but you since you moved in so you felt like you truly had a place just for yourself.

You let the water cascade down your body and through the tangle that is your hair.

You thought after all this time why would the dreams be coming back?

The dreams plagued you for weeks when you first left Riverdale but after your first short relationship with some barista that you met in your first town, they’d completely disappeared. They’d only ever come back if you had been heavily drinking but you hadn’t gone out drinking for weeks so why would it happen now?

You managed to waste some time in the shower, clearing your head before you slipped into some clothes and went to get your coffee.

You checked your phone again to see that only 40 minutes had passed so you decided to go through your unopened messages.

Archie had texted you last night asking how you were but you must've been asleep when he did.

You had to admit you missed your little brother, you had always been there for each other even when you disagreed with each other. It was hard for you to stay away from Riverdale when he was arrested so soon after you left but Archie had convinced you to stay away. He always convinced you any problem in Riverdale was smaller than it was in order to stop you from leaving your current life to return to one you didn’t really want.

You contemplated calling him but you knew that he'd be asleep. That boy always tended to sleeping if he wasn’t with Veronica or facing whatever problem Riverdale currently had.

You put down your phone and walked over to your small portable radio to switch it on. Your footsteps pattered around the apartment whilst the quiet music began to fill the space.

You had work today but it wasn't until 8, it was a small bookshop a few blocks down so there was no need for your bike. Still you eyed your helmet and keys and wondered where to go.

You downed your coffee as the idea came to mind then grabbed your keys, heading down to the apartment blocks private garage.

The wind challenged you as you rode towards the smell of the ocean. You inhaled deeply as you pulled up to the sand, slowing down to eventually switch off your engine.

You had travelled all over the U.S. and some of Europe too but you always ended up somewhere near the sea. It was calming and even during these hotter months where the beaches became overcrowded and noisy, you somehow always found the most peaceful area or time to just come and sit.

You fought the urge to go swimming over the couple of hours you sat there due to the fact you knew you'd have to head to work shortly.

“Morning (Y/n).” The son of the owners of the book store was sat behind the counter with an open book on his lap. He was about Archie’s age and was very polite and nice enough but you knew that he held a small crush on you which made it a little difficult to converse sometimes.

“Morning Jeffrey.” You smiled as you passed him to walk into the small staff room to place your bag inside.

“That book for your dad arrived yesterday afternoon while you were off.” Jeffrey hopped off his stool to collect the novel for you.

“Perfect. I wanted to write a note inside it before I sent it to him.” You explained to the boy about why you didn't just order it to your old home. It was that and the fact it was way more expensive to order the book to the house rather than the bookstore.

“Well if you need me to run it down to the mail for you, I’m heading there at lunch?” Jeffrey offered as he leant against the counter, close to your side.

“Thank you, Jeff, but I’ll probably write in it tonight and send it off before work tomorrow.” You passed on the offer which made the boy look a little disheartened but you brushed it off and asked what other orders came in yesterday so that you could start on calling the customers to inform them.

A couple hours into your shift you kept feeling your phone vibrating in your pocket. You excused yourself to use the bathroom and checked it to see it had 1 missed call from your Dad, 3 from your Mom, 2 from Archie and 3 from Jughead.

You called Jughead since his was the most recent number and he answered within two rings.

“Jughead? What the hell is going on? I’m at work and my phone’s been exploding with missed calls from you, my mom and Archie?” You didn’t bother with a hello since the calls seemed so urgent.

“(Y/n)...” Jughead swallowed. “(Y/n), you need to come back to Riverdale. It’s your dad...”

“My dad? What’s happened? Is he okay?” You felt your chest tighten.

“(Y/n), he... He died.”

The words spun around in your head like a marble in a bowl.

“Jughead... Whatever you’re playing at...” You started, trying, hoping, that this was some stupid game or prank.

“(Y/n), it’s true. Archie got the call from the hospital. He was in an accident. The details aren't clear at the moment but––” You hung up as Betty took Jughead’s phone and spoke the truth.

You threw your phone across the bathroom which resulted in your screen cracking but it didn't matter. All that matter was that your dad, Fred Andrews, was dead.

The events that followed were a blur.

Jeffrey sent his mother into the bathroom, an elderly woman with kind eyes and red hair. She found you collapsed on the floor with tears streaming down your cheeks and tried to help you as you gathered the words together to tell her what happened.

The next thing you knew was that you were at your apartment, packing a small rucksack full of essentials with your bike keys in your hand.

The only moment that became clear in your memory of that moment was when you pulled open your closet door to find your old Serpent jacket.

You held the rough leather material in between your fingers as you reminisced your old life. You ran the tips of your index and middle finger over the embroidered snake but only Fp’s face flashed before your eyes.

You pushed down the memories of the Serpents and continued to pack.

You didn’t know how long it took you to travel home. You knew you didn’t follow the speed limits but you didn’t care. You needed to be home. You needed to know if it were all true. Really true.

You passed the old sign at the border of the town and what felt like a hundred different emotions all seemed to hit you like once.

WELCOME TO RIVERDALE

You hadn’t stepped foot into the town in a couple years now. It felt like a whole new place now.

That is until you hit the top of your road where your old home resided.

You pulled up in front of the house and stared up at the front door with tears in your eyes.

Your dad's truck wasn't here.

“(Y/n)?” The door opened whilst you were lost in your head. Archie must've seen you from the window after hearing your bike pull up.

“Arch?” Your eyes met his with the question you didn’t want answered.

A tear fell from Archie’s eye. You immediately rush up the stairs and took him in your arms.

“(Y/n)?” Your mothers voice crept up behind Archie. It was almost a disbelief in her voice.

“Hi Mom.” You wiped your nose and faced her. In that moment, all hatred and betrayal washed away and you just wanted to be a family again.

The three of you held each other in the doorway, sharing the same pain, crying the same tears.

When you finally parted, Archie was the one to notice his friends had gathered outside.

“It’s good to see you, (Y/n).” Betty was the first to greet you. “It’s been too long. I’m sorry this is why you had to come home.”

You could see the pain in Betty’s eyes, the sadness, the sympathy.

“Me too.” You whispered, returning her hug.

Veronica then hugged you and so did Jughead but when Reggie made some comment about how good you looked you decided to leave them be.

You tiptoed up the stairs to your old room. It was just the same as you left it, not that you stayed in it much towards your final few months in Riverdale.

As you sat down on your bed, you looked towards the door, half expecting to see your dad’s head poke around it to check on you.

You heard commotion in the garden. Archie and his friends were all putting seats around in a circle and chatting.

“When things started getting bad with my dad and drinking, my mom would call up Fred... for help.” Jughead’s voice caught your attention as you sat by the window. “And he would drive to the bar, and he would pick up my dad and he'd lay him on the couch. And he'd always stay a little while... just to talk to me... to see how I was doing in school, and... if I'd eaten dinner. He just wanted to know if I was hungry. I always was.” The group chuckled lightly at Jughead’s comment but the story just reminded you of FP. How you looked after FP when Fred could no longer do it...

You wondered what he was doing. How was he handling this?

You mentally scolded yourself for thinking about him when you were Fred’s daughter. You should be thinking about you and the pain you feel.

You heard a knock at your door. It was your Mom.

“I thought you’d want to know about the accident.” She sniffled as she entered.

You nodded your head. You wanted to know if he died in pain, if it was his fault or someone else's, something else’s...

“FP spoke to the Sheriff at Cherry Creek. He knows all the details. I don’t know if I can––” Your mother broke down in tears once again and you found yourself comforting her with a short embrace.

“FP? Why would FP know the details?” You pulled away, a little confused.

“FP is Riverdale’s Sheriff.” She managed to string together. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You were almost convinced this was all some crazy nightmare.

“Okay. I’ll be back soon.” You hurried past your mom and down to your bike.

You were at the station within minutes.

It took every ounce of energy you had left to walk through those doors at the station. Your feet felt like rocks being dragged through the mud at Sweetwater River.

The station was busy, people rushing around and talking to one another.

You found yourself outside the sheriff’s office, peering through the small glass window at a man you knew you recognised despite the khaki disguise.

He was on the phone, wrinkles frowned on his face and his eyes were glassy but focused.

You watched him put the phone down and pinch the bridge of his nose. He slid off the corner of his desk and moved around to his chair where he finally became horizontal to you.

His eyes finally lifted from his desk and upon seeing you, the colour seemed to drain from his face. It was as if he’d seen a ghost.

Suddenly, your flight mode kicked in and you turned to leave.

“(Y/n)!” FP’s voice seemed to freeze every joint in your body even though your mind was screaming at you to walk away.

“I only came to know what happened. What happened to my dad.” You couldn't stop the tears rising to your eyes but you refused to let them fall.

“Come... Come inside.” FP held his door open for you and you forced your feet to move in that direction.

“It’s, uh, good, good to see you.” FP seemed almost as nervous as you felt.

“It’s been–– Please tell me what happened.” You couldn’t do small talk right now. You were desperate. You wanted to know if it really were an accident.

“Fred was driving home to Riverdale when he pulled over to help someone's car that was stalled on the side of the road, and, uh... Another vehicle... came upon them way too fast and... He was struck by it.” FP could barely get the words out himself.

You buried your face into the palm of your hands as you broke down once again. He just wouldn’t ever say no to helping someone. And now he's dead because of it.

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N).” FP placed his hand on your back and the electricity almost made you jump backwards but you managed to stay sat.

“I kept dodging his calls. I hadn’t spoken to him in three weeks. I was sending him this stupid collectable book to apologise for my distance and now, now he’s... he’s...” You couldn’t help but let the words fall from your lips.

“Hey. Hey, now.” Fp pulled you towards him and you let yourself engulf in the man. His arms felt familiar, safe and warm. His scent flooded your nose which brought you some peace. “It’s alright.” He tried to assure you but seeing you in this much pain only made his pain worse.

You were even more beautiful than ever. His heart almost stopped when he saw your (y/e/c) eyes shining through the window. Sad but still bright.

“Sheriff?” The door swung open which made you pull away from the man out of habit. “Sorry to interrupt but there's a call waiting for you, sir.” The young deputy recognised you as Fred’s daughter and sent an apologetic look your way.

“I should be going. I shouldn’t be bothering the ex-Southside Serpent sheriff anyway.” You laughed a little trying to lighten the mood but nothing could lighten the darkness inside your chest.

You returned home and found yourself in your fathers closet.

You pulled out one of his favourite shirts and pressed it against your face. You hadn’t even gotten the chance to hug him since you last left Riverdale.

You pulled it on and retired for the evening to your bedroom.

Dreaming of you as a little girl in Pickins park with Betty as you took turns on the father/daughter potato sack race with your dad.

You woke in the morning to your mothers stern voice downstairs. She was clearly on the phone with someone who’d upset her.

You pulled yourself from bed and trudged down the stairs. You held on to the banister as you swung around to see your mom at the end of the hall in the kitchen on the house phone.

Your mother hung up before turning to face you. The irritation she once felt from the call had disappeared when she saw you stood at the bottom of the staircase with your father’s shirt on. You look almost as innocent and sweet as when you were a child, a picture image of you 8 years old in your dad's shirt to go play ball in the garden with your father and Archie came into her mind.

But today you were different to that little girl; dark circles clung to your eyes and your skin seemed to dull in colour. You weren’t a little girl anymore, you were a woman, but it seemed that both of you were desperately wishing times were different in this moment.

“Who was that?” You asked, you didn’t realise how hoarse your voice was until you spoke, it must've been from the crying during the night.

“Your brother. He went all the way up to Cherry Creek to fetch your fathers body.” Your Mom sounded almost as shocked as you felt by the news.

With that, you darted back upstairs and grabbed your cell.

“Archie?” You were fuming as Archie answered your call.

“(Y/n)?” Archie responded.

“Why did you go to Cherry Creek? Why didn’t you say anything? Why have I travelled all the way back to Riverdale just to be alone?” The questions seem to leave your mouth like a flood. “He’s my dad too, Archie. You didn’t think I’d come with you to bring him home? I waited so long to see him and now it’s too late.”

“(Y/n), I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d want––”

“––want to travel hours away to bring dad home? Want to see him as soon as possible?” Your voice broke as tears flowed from your eyes.

“I’m sorry, okay?! I had this nightmare and I left as soon as I woke up. I just couldn’t leave him here. I didn’t want you or Mom questioning or dictating to me about this journey. I’m sorry, (Y/n).” Archie sounded emotional himself. You wondered if he had seen your dad yet.

“What if I get on my bike and come up now? I’ll leave within minutes.” You suggested.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, (Y/n). It’ll take you a few hours to get here and by the time you arrive, we’ll be allowed to take dad and leave. You might as well stay there and make sure Mom’s alright. We’ll be back as soon as possible.” Archie discouraged your idea and as much as you hated it you knew it was best if you stayed and waited with your mother.

You heard the doorbell go off downstairs by the time you hung up the phone and got dressed for the day. You knew you had slept in your dad’s shirt but his scent clung to it so strongly you didn’t want to take it off.

The sound of high heels downstairs gave you an idea of who might have arrived so you weren’t surprised to see Cheryl and Toni in the hallway, embracing your mother.

“(Y/n)! Oh my god! Wait ‘till the Serpents hear your back!” Toni almost ran towards you when she saw you. You hugged the girl back and smiled at how grown and beautiful she’d gotten since you left.

“I’m terribly sorry for your loss, (Y/n), but I must admit seeing your face has made it a happier time for Riverdale.” Cheryl hugged you once Toni finally let you and all you could do was force a smile onto your face as you tucked your hands into your back pockets.

“The girls say they’ve come to ask us something.” Your mother chimed in.

“Actually I’m going to head out and look around town. It feels too heavy in this house without dad.” You admit, sending an apologetic look towards Toni.

“It’s alright. Maybe you can stop by Pop’s later and we can get some food and catch up?” Toni asked,

You just nodded before taking hold of the front door handle and escaping.

Just as you looked up from the concrete floor, leaning against the house door whilst letting out a deep breath of relief, there stood at the bottom of the steps on the sidewalk was FP.

You watched him remove his hat before stepping towards you.

“Are you alright?” He asked, his face full of concern.

“Just feeling a little claustrophobic.” You admitted you felt a little closed in with the visitors this morning.

“I see you kept your bike.” FP gestured to your motorbike on the side of the road.

“She took me all around the country. Broke my heart to leave her here for a while when I travelled Europe. I plan to take her to Italy in the future. I rode a bike there but it just wasn’t the same.” You found yourself talking about his gift to you with ease. It was the first conversation you had that wasn’t about your father.

“Wow, Europe? That’s further than most people from Riverdale get.” FP saw how you gushed over your bike and it made his heart squeeze knowing he was the one who got it for you.

He still couldn't believe you were stood in front of him. When you rode off and out of Riverdale he figured he wouldn’t be seeing you for a long time. Perhaps ever again.

You had grown in more ways than one. He could see the travel helped you find yourself or at least figure out yourself a bit better than Riverdale could ever do.

Even though you looked worn from the news of your father passing, he could see that you were comfortable in your skin, any insecurity you had previously shown was gone or hidden. He admired you from afar.

“How are you? How did you even become Sheriff? Are you seeing anyone?” You couldn’t help but let the last question be spoken aloud.

“Uh, it’s complicated.” His response seemed to answer every question. You noticed his eyes flicker to the Coopers household.

Alice.

“Do you, uh, do you want to get out of here?” You pointed your thumb down the direction of the street as you looked around.

“Um, (Y/n), I––” FP started, tugging on his belt loops with his thumbs as he too looked around but his answer only began to panic you.

“––No, it’s fine. I shouldn’t have asked. Things have changed, I get it.” You rambled on, hugging your arms around yourself as you retreated.

“I’d love to.” FP cut any more rambles from your mouth off.

“Your ride or mine?” You asked, nodding towards the sheriff wagon across the street.

FP chuckled and shook his head,

“Mine.” He made his way to the car, and opened the door for you.

The gesture was so small yet so large. Who was this man now? Has he changed much? His smile hasn’t changed. It never has.

He had his radio on quietly, probably so he wouldn't miss any calls on the police satellite. You tend to be busy as the sheriff of the town called Riverdale. This crazy, surreal like town.

“How’s Red handling it?” Fp asked,

“He, um, he went up to Cherry Creek last night. Arrived this morning to collect my dad. He didn't tell me or our mom. He just went with Jughead, Betty and Veronica and left. Called Mom this morning asking her to sign some paperwork so that dad could be released to Archie.” You stared out of the window as you spoke. The town floated by as if it hadn’t been bothered by Fred’s death.

“He what?” FP furrowed his brow as he looked over at you for a moment. “That boy...” FP started but you finished it with a light chuckle and a ‘I know’.

FP pulled off the main streets of Riverdale and toward the river.

“So, what happened the last time you spoke to your old man? You said you didn’t speak to him for three weeks after that.” FP was careful to poke due to the sensitive topic but for some reason, you felt calm enough with him beside you.

“Nothing. The usual, asking questions where I'm living, if I’m eating, have I met anyone? Have I got a job? But he kept talking about me coming to visit Riverdale now I was a little closer. He kept on about how much my Mom wants to see me and how happy it’d make Archie but... But I just didn’t know how to say that I didn’t want to come back yet.” You admitted honestly.

FP’s car wheels came to a squeaky stop as he pulled into Sweetwater River.

“I know it’s stupid and selfish and I should have come back when he asked. I mean he only wanted me to visit and now it’s too late. Now I can’t... He can’t... He’s not here.” You felt yourself crumble throughout the sentence and FP watched with tears in his own eyes.

“Hey.” He pulled you towards him, hugging you tightly. “It’s not your fault. You had only just got the hell out of here.” FP tried to comfort you.

You gripped onto his shirt as you buried your face into him.

“We all should have spent more time with him. Life likes to play these dirty games with us.” FP could feel the pain radiating from your body.

You seemed so small and fragile in his arms. You felt like the person you used to be right at the beginning of your relationship, when all you wanted to do was look after him and make sure he was alright. Now, he just wanted to make you feel alright.

“I remember when Fred found out that he was having a baby girl. He couldn’t have been more excited and terrified at the same time.” FP laughed softly, “Little did he know that little girl would grow up to be one of the kindest, strongest and damn-near smartest women in this town. Fred knew you were beautiful in and out, (Y/n). He believed you could do anything you wanted to.” FP explained, trying his best to bring some happiness to the memory of your father.

You pulled away slowly to look the man in the face. He took hold of your cheeks and tried to smile but you could see the sadness in his eyes.

“And I can’t believe that little girl grew up to change my life. She used all of her kindness and strength on a hopeless drunk who couldn’t hold down a job.” There seemed to be a hint of regret in FP’s eyes. Not regret for the relationship but perhaps regret that he had dragged you alongside him for so long.

“That man has turned out to be the sheriff today. Ex-king of the Southside serpents and sober. He helped me find a backbone and gave me something to fight for.” You argued with his negative outlook. “My dad must've been so proud to see you as big dog in Riverdale.”

FP lowered his eyes and shook his head with a smile.

“He wouldn’t have been proud much longer if he found out that his best friend had been in love with his only daughter.” FP’s words seemed to fall from his lips in slow motions as you processed what he had said.

You had no control over your body when you found your mouth meeting his, lifting his head back up.

FP didn’t expect the gesture but welcomed it as one hand found the back of your neck and the other squeezed your waist.

Your tongues danced together like two lost lovers had finally found each other again.

You tried to lean forward to press your chest against his but the position of the car seats wouldn’t allow it.

It was the police radio that interrupted you both, a deputy calling for ‘Sheriff Jones’ to return as there was new information on the Fred Andrews case.

You fell apart as quickly as you came together.

You shot your eyes down to your feet as you tried to catch your breath.

Fp stayed silent as he panted beside you.

The car came alive as he cleared his throat, pulling out of the famous riverside and back onto the main road.

You both remained silent until you pulled into the station.

Your skin felt like it was on fire from the passionate kiss but the news about the case overtook your thoughts.

You both rushed into the station and to the sheriff’s office where FP picked up the phone, dialling the Cherry Creek police.

You sat in the rigid uncomfortable chair opposite FP’s desk and bit down on your thumb nail as you waited anxiously.

You sat up in anticipation as FP hung up the phone.

“So?” You asked, your voice was soft, almost a whisper.

“The guy that hit Fred. He turned himself in this morning.” FP informed you, dialling a number on his cellphone.

“So they’ve got him? He’s off the roads?”

“He, uh, he made bail. He’s been released. It’s just how these things go sometimes.” FP could see the anger on your face when he said that the guy was released.

“But he killed my dad.” You felt sick knowing the man who killed your father was out walking around.

“And he’ll get justice for it.” FP said it in a way that you immediately it was a promise than a statement.

“I’m gonna call Red. Go ahead and inform your mother.” FP instructs you and you do as you’re told. Telling her only what you know.

When you returned to the office from taking the call outside, you could see the worry on FP’s face.

“What’s wrong?” You asked,

“Your brother. I think he’s gonna try and take justice into his own hands. I’m trying to get through to Jughead now.” FP held up his phone.

When Jughead finally answered, FP told him everything and Jughead said he’d take care of it.

“Jug will get to him. Archie might be mad but if they get to him first then no one should get hurt.” You tried to be optimistic. You didn’t want Archie starting a fight he might not win. Who knows who this guy is!

FP leant back in his chair and ran a hand over his face the way he usually does when he’s stressed.

“For some reason, it doesn’t feel real.” You murmured as you folded your arms across your chest and moved yourself in front of FP. Leaning back against his desk, standing between his legs.

“I keep thinking that I’ll go home and his truck will be there. He’ll be stood in the kitchen, buried in some paperwork with a beer bottle in his hand. He’ll moan at me for staying out so late and we’ll argue about how I’m an adult. But at the end of the night, he’ll still be leaning in bedroom doorway to say goodnight.” You didn’t realise you were crying against until the salty tears found your lips.

“This town’s not gonna be the same without him.” FP met your eyes with his own glassy ones.

“I didn’t tell him I loved him in three weeks.” You broke.

Fp rose to his feet and his hands squeezed your upper arms as he tried to get you to look at him.

“You didn’t need to say it. He already knew.” FP embraced you once again and you relaxed once more.

“Look, while you were on the phone to your mom, I got a call from Cheryl. She has this whole parade planned for when Archie returns with Fred. A special way to honour him and I gotta be the one to stop Archie from going straight into town. We’re gonna give him a police escort and let the town say goodbye.” FP thought the idea would give you something to look forward to. Something to be apart of.

“This town really loved him, huh?” You wiped at your nose and smiled sadly.

“Yes, they did. Now, if you’ll have me, I’d like for you to ride in the wagon with me out front.” FP knew it was a risky move but he knew you’d appreciate it.

You nodded your head, letting another tear slip from your eye.

FP caught it with his thumb.

The next thing you knew your lips were gently pressing against his.

Fp nor you could fight these feelings. Fp knew that if Alice or Jughead’s mom found out.... His thoughts seemed to disappear when your hands caressed his arms, leading up to your neck.

He deepened the kiss, closing the small space between you by lifting you up onto his desk. He fitted nicely between your legs and you arched your back against him as he kissed down your neck.

You internally rejoiced when you noticed the blinds on the office door were shut. Hopefully prompting anyone who needed to enter to knock.

You straightened back up to reclaim his lips as his hands moved up your shirt to your chest.

“FP.” You whispered, your hands were on his belt buckle but you didn’t make any movements to loosen it yet.

The pain of the past couple days seemed to melt away at the touch of one another. You were like each others morphine.

FP took the hint and yanked at your jeans, pulling them down your thighs to your ankles. You clawed at his belt, hissing when he brought you forward and sank his teeth into your shoulder.

You threw off your top and fixated your arms around the older man.

He could feel your want on the outside of your panties.

A moan escaped as his fingers brushed your sex as he moved your panties to one side.

“You have no idea how much I’ve needed this. You.” FP spoke against your skin as he pressed himself inside you.

You threw your head back for a moment before resting your forehead on the man’s shirt.

Fp lifted you slightly to get a better angle as he thrusted in and out of you.

He felt so good that the world around you seemed to become white.

“Fuck.” FP snarled as you rolled your hips against his.

His name left your lips as you both picked up the pace. You could feel yourself drawing close to climax already.

His hand buried itself in your hair and tugged as you bit down on your lip to stay quiet. Your cheek burned against his with the friction of his beard and the heat from you both.

With your bodies moulded together, the desperation of a release built.

You bit down on his shoulder as you unravelled, throbbing around him which only brought his release closer.

You let go of his shoulder and silently cursed at the wet teeth mark you left on his khaki shirt but you quickly forgot as he pulled his length from you and emptied his seed over your thigh.

He rested his forehead against you as you both caught your breath. You were glad you tore off your shirt as you were coated in a thin layer of sweat.

FP reached over to the box of tissues in the office and began cleaning up his mess.

He looked up from your thighs to catch something he had forgotten about on your shoulder.

A very obvious ‘M’ was scarred in your beautiful skin.

You watched him stare at you with a twisted look of pain. His thumb ran over the mark which made you flinch away slightly.

It was just a horrid reminder of what nearly happened that night. However, you refused to cover it with a tattoo as it also reminded you that you survived it.

You slid off the desk to tug up your jeans and scoop up your t-shirt.

You cringed slightly as you realised what you had done. You had thrown away your dad’s shirt to fuck his life long best friend on the sheriff’s desk.

FP must've noticed your face pale as he asked if you were okay.

You could hear his belt being done up and you muttered a swift apology about his shirt before turning the handle on the door.

“Hey! Wait!” FP called after you but you tried to escape the building as fast as you could.

As soon as you were out the station doors and the warm summer air hit you, you started sprinting.

You ran until your legs ached and when you finally stopped.

You were at the play park.

It wasn’t too busy considering what the day was.

You sat down on an empty swing and took a moment to catch your breath.

“I’m sorry, Dad.” You looked up at the sky as you spoke. You didn’t know whether you were happy he never found out about the affair or sad because all you did was lie to him for years.

The internal conflict you had only worsened the pain you felt.

“I didn’t expect to see you here.” The voice was enough to almost make you groan audibly.

“Don’t think anyone did.” You pressed your lips into a thin line as Alice approached you.

“No. I mean in the park. Of course, you’d come home for your fathers funeral.” Alice looked like she had been crying but her words were stable enough.

You didn't respond.

“I’m sorry for your loss, (y/n). Fred Andrews was one of the best men this town ever knew.” Alice stated.

“Yeah, thanks.” You pushed yourself off the swing and started to stride away from the woman when she caught your wrist.

“Hey, you need anything you let me know? You and Archie are as much family to me as my own.” Alice sent you a sympathetic smile and you couldn’t help but remember all the times you’d play with Polly and Betty at their house.

“Thank you, Alice.” You softened your words before turning to leave again.

“(Y/n)! (Y/n)!” Not long after you left the park you heard a man calling your name.

You faced the direction of the call to see FP shutting his car door to come towards you.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere. Archie’s almost back.” FP announced.

“We better head to the edge of town then.” You brushed past his shoulder to enter the car.

“Hey.” FP took hold of your wrist and made you look at him. “What happened?”

“I just... I’m wearing my dad’s shirt today. It smells like him. I threw to the side to be close with you and when I picked it up... I couldn’t help but think about how much I’ve lied to him. How many lies I told and how many secrets I kept.”

“Sometimes we have to keep things from others to keep them from getting hurt.” FP’s eyes darkened at the mention of your secret relationship.

“There’s just so much I never said.” You sighed, closing your eyes to prevent any more tears.

“Fred knew all of the important stuff you needed to say. We all kept a few secrets and lied to your old man, that’s the way it is in this town. We can forgive ourselves for it or we can let it turn you into a sour old drunk that can’t even feed his kids.” Fp’s eyes flashed with regret and sadness from his past mistakes.

Your throat was locked shut so you just nodded your head.

“Let’s go get your old man.” Fp opened the car door and you followed.

You didn’t have to wait long on the side of the road before Archie emerged in a hearse with your dad’s truck, driven by Betty and Jughead, behind him.

Fp pushed himself off the front of the car where you both had sat to wait, you lifted your head from his shoulder to watch him stand and raise his hand to slow Archie down.

“Everything all right, Mr. Jones?”

“Everything's good, Red. I, uh, heard what you, and Jug, and the girls were up to, and I wanted to be a part of it. I'd like to give your dad a police escort the rest of the way home, if you're okay with that. He deserves it.”

“Yes, sir.” Archie looked past Fp to you. You smiled as much as you could manage and quickly wiped away any water escaping your eyes.

“All right. Follow me then.” Fp leaving Archie’s side gave you the signal to climb into the wagon.

As you drove towards town, you couldn’t help but hold FP’s hand. He held onto you tightly and gave your hand a tight squeeze here and there when he caught you getting emotional again.

“He’d be so happy to see you home.” Fp told you.

“I know.” You agreed.

That's when the parade became clear ahead.

You smiled as you cried silently to the cheers and appraisal your father was getting.

You couldn’t help but laugh as the Serpents all cheered loudly as you passed. You blew them all a kiss as a thank you.

You didn’t stop crying until you pulled up in front of the house.

All the signs and familiar faces tore at your heart and made you think about how well known Fred actually was.

He changed a lot of people’s lives and you were so thankful he was always apart of yours; as your father.

As Archie exited the hearse, you opened your own door.

You rushed to his side and wrapped an arm around his waist as he approached your mother.

“I couldn't leave him there, Mom.” Archie confessed, taking both you and your mom into a tight embrace

“I know.” Your mom said as she snivelled repeatedly.

“I brought Dad home.” Archie looked between you and your mother. You only smiled and tucked yourself under his arm.

“You did. You sure did. I'm so proud of you. I know he would be, too.” Your mom gushed, Archie pulled her back into the group hug and you all just stayed there for a minute.

Fp watched from a distance as you hugged your family and he knew that things would never be the same in Riverdale ever again. He once thought that when he saw you leaving but now, now he knew that he truly meant it.

“Hey, I found something in Dad’s truck.” Archie parted from the hug and dug into his pocket.

What he pulled out was a photo of you, Archie and your dad. All together. Happy.

You laughed weakly as you stepped towards your bike, pulling up the seat to get into the under compartment.

You put your hand into a small bag inside and out came the exact photo but more crinkled and torn. It has travelled with you always.

“I can’t believe he’s gone, Arch.”

“I know. Me either.” Your brother buried you in his chest and it wasn't the first time you felt like the younger sibling between the two of you.

The funeral didn’t take too long to put together and before you knew it, the casket was being walked towards you and your mother at the graveyard.

You watched your mother press a kiss against the closed casket as she lay her rose on top.

You were shaking when you found the courage to step forward yourself.

You wrapped your arms around the casket and pressed your cheek against the cold wood, letting your tears hit it below.

“I love you, Dad.” You were heartbroken. Here lay Fred Andrews, never to be seen again. Not outside of pictures or videos.

Archie had to be the one to come forward and move you along as the crowd watched with agony in their hearts.

“And now... Fred's son, Archie, would like to say a few words.”

You watched Archie take the podium with more strength than you could even muster that day.

“‘Uh, earlier I was thinking... on the drive over here... how much of Riverdale my dad built... or just fixed up. Houses, office buildings... A bit of everything. He helped build this town. And one day if I'm lucky enough to have a son or a daughter of my own... I'll be able to point to a building or even just a brick in the building, and say, "Your grandpa made that... with his hands."” Archie paused, you smiled at the idea of a little Archie running around Riverdale.

“It's the 4th of July. I remember this one th... it was raining. The fireworks show was canceled, and, uh, I was so bummed, I remember sitting in the backyard just bawling... Until my dad came home with all these fireworks. I mean, enough to burn our house down, you remember that, (Y/n)? Mom?”

You and your mother nodded with a smile as she took your hand.

“And, uh... we lit them in the backyard, it was just... it was the best night. My dad was here for every high and every low. He's the greatest man I've ever known. It hurts me that I never got to say goodbye. That I won't get to see him again or talk to him. But his spirit and his memory lives on... in this town, and in everyone he's met. Fred Andrews will always be a part of Riverdale. I love you so much, Dad.” Archie finished his speech and you felt like you couldn't even move.

You felt horrible that you couldn’t say anything but you could barely get a word out without breaking down completely.

Once the funeral was over and you had returned to your childhood home, you went upstairs and draped one of your dad’s flannels over your shoulders and your dress.

“I miss you, Daddy.” You curled up on his side of the bed and buried your face into the sleeves of the flannel.

Archie could see you from the hall and he considered comforting you but the sight of you so broken was too much for him to bare at that moment.

You knew you couldn’t stay in Riverdale without Fred being there.

You knew you couldn't even stay a week just to stay with Archie.

You had spent so much time in the past fighting to stay in the town but now all it held was memories of your pain.

You returned to your room after what felt like hours, you must’ve fallen asleep at some point as you felt groggy when you finally lifted yourself up to gather your things together.

“You’re not staying for the fireworks?” Your mom appeared at your door.

“I can’t.” You tried to keep yourself composed. “I can’t, Mom. I can’t be here without him. He was always there. Always. When you left, when I'd fight against him, when I left. He was always right here.”

“I understand.” Your mom surprised you with her answer and even more with her hug. She kissed you on the cheek and pressed a smile onto her lips.

“I love you so much. Please don’t be a stranger in the future.” She begged,

You kissed her forehead as she lowered her head.

“I promise I won’t.”

As you moved away, you noticed she had changed and redone her makeup.

Archie was downstairs from what you could see from the top of the stairs and he too was dressed up.

You descended with your mothers hand in yours and your bag in the other.

“We’re about to start...” Archie’s words trailed off when he saw you were holding your bag.

“I’ve got to go. I’ll visit you real soon little brother.” You placed your bag down as Archie watched.

“Already?” Archie pouted,

“I have too. We all have our ways of coping. I can’t move past this if I stay here. I can’t stay here without him.” You were honest with your little brother.

You awaited an explosion but Archie followed in your moms footsteps and simply hugged you.

“Promise me this isn’t the last time I’m going to see you.” Archie whispered against my ear.

“I promise.” You kissed his cheek and pulled away. “Tell the others it was good t see them.” You didn’t want to deal with any more goodbyes.

“I will. You ready?” He turned back to his mom and she said she was.

You didn’t stay to watch them head out to the garden to watch the fireworks.

You put on your helmet and mounted your bike.

As you drove away, you smiled as you saw the fireworks in your wing mirror.

At the end of the road you noticed FP’s sheriff car parked and FP dressed in his usual get up of jeans and a flannel.

“Didn't think you could skip town again without a goodbye.” FP smirked as you stopped your bike.

“How’d you know I’d leave tonight?” You rose your voice enough to be heard over the fireworks.

“’Cause...” He shrugged and swaggered towards you.

“You think you can just smile at me and everything will be alright?” You removed your helmet as you spoke.

“I wanted to tell you something. Something I should have said a long time ago.” Fp only grew closer to you.

“I’m all ears, Sheriff Jones.”

“I loved you, (Y/n). I always loved you. You were this unexpected gift that came into my life and kicked the crap out of the old me. You taught me what it was like to feel again. You were better than any drink I had ever had.” FP began to confess to you. “I know I didn’t deserve you and I know we can never be together in the way I wanted to but those many months of my life with you by my side. My Serpent Queen. They were some of the best days of––”

You kissed the man after hearing the words you had always wanted to hear.

You knew he loved you that time ago but he never said. Never told you.

“I loved you too, FP Jones.” You let your lips part from his slowly as you breathed out the words.

“Keep on fighting. You’re stronger than you know.” FP pressed his forehead against yours as he looked into your eyes.

Those eyes. Those hypnotic eyes.

“Stay out of trouble. Don’t make me come back and kick your ass back into shape.” You half-kidded.

FP sighed and kissed you once more.

“I’m forever yours, FP Jones.” You let the man know as you backed away from him back towards your bike.

He watched you climb back on but before you replaced your helmet he remembered something...

“Wait.” FP pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and as he got closer with a slow jog, you realised it was the polaroid. “It’s your turn to keep it.”

You took the photo without any fight and tucked it into your jacket.

“Look after yourself, Jones.” You brushed your lips against his as you held his cheeks between your fingers.

“Don’t break too many hearts, (Y/n) Andrews.” FP took a step back.

“Can't make that promise.” You winked. The only heart that ever mattered to you was his.

You revved your engine as you finally rode away.

Watching the man only disappear in your mirror as the fireworks only continued.

The End.

AN: That’s a wrap folks. I hope you enjoyed this story and I hope this ending wasn’t too awful for you all. I want to say that I hope all of you are safe and doing well. I hope those who are rioting are staying safe and protecting themselves. This chapter is dedicated to Luke Perry may he rest in peace. Goodnight my lovely readers and thank you once again for reading.

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Field of Poppies Part 12

Summary: After being apart for six years, childhood friends Tommy and Amelia reunite under odd circumstances. Tommy is an outspoken young man and Amelia is pregnant and out on the streets. The bond of family can be unbreakable but it is tested often. Especially when Europe descends into war.

Part 12: With time passing so fast, Tommy and Amelia realize a few things that had slipped their minds.

“Baa-baa black sheep, have you any wool?”

Tommy heard Amelia singing as he trudged upstairs after a long day’s work. After, he heard Max giggling and baaing like a sheep.

“Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full. How many is three, Max? One…two…three!”

“Three!” Max echoed.

No matter how difficult the day was for Tommy, he couldn’t help but smile when he heard his little boy talking so sweetly with his mother. It was like magic sometimes. No one said having a family was easy, but seeing Max and Amelia smile always put Tommy in a good mood.

He nudged the door open to the nursery and Max leaped off Amelia’s lap to greet him. “Daddy!”

“Hello, hello.” Tommy picked him up and kissed his cheek. “There’s my boy.”

Amelia smiled and stood up to give him a quick kiss. “Hungry?”

“No, I ate. Thanks, love.” He set Max down. “What did you two get up to today, then, aye?”

“Martha came over with Abigail. Did you see your cousin, Max? Did you see Abby?”

The little boy beamed. “Daddy, Abby s’a baby.” The two-and-a-half-year-old tugged on his father’s pant leg.

“I know. She’s very little. Seems like yesterday you were that little.” He remarked, watching as Max wandered away from him and to a toy train left on the rug.

“Martha was a little worried.” Amelia kept her tone light as she didn’t want Max to pick up on her concern. “She said John came home last night a bit not well.”

Tommy’s eyes flicked to Max who didn’t seem to be paying attention. But that was the catch. He had made the mistake of assuming the little boy either wasn’t listening or couldn’t understand him. Because after talking to Arthur in Max’s presence, that same night, the toddler turned to his mother and as clear as day said, ‘fuck’.

And despite warnings and telling offs, Max enjoyed the shocked attention he got when he used the word, so during a visit to Polly’s he yelled it out.

Luckily, they’d managed to somewhat curb the behavior, but they all went out knowing they were running the risk of having a toddler cursing up a storm.

“Well, he knows what he did,” Tommy replied.

“I don’t know what he did.” Amelia widened her eyes at him, unable to raise her voice.

“It isn’t important.”

“Thomas…”

“It’s late, Mel. Time for bed, Max.” Tommy passed by her to scoop him up. “Say night to mumma.”

“Night, night, mummy!” Max blew her a kiss, one of his new tricks.

“Good night, my love.”

~~~~~~~~~

Tommy’s attempt to distract Amelia only worked until Max was fast asleep and they were both in bed.

As he draped an arm around her waist, she brought up the subject again. “You know what Martha asked me today?”

“What did she ask you?”

“If John should write up a will. A fucking will, Tommy. He came home and she saw so much blood, she thought he was half-dead.”

“He was fine, Mel, it was a cut. He wasn’t complaining about it at all. He knows that when you pick fights with people bigger than you, you get hurt.”

“So where were his brothers, aye? She shrugged his arm off and sat up to face him.

Tommy wearily ran a hand over his face. “So. Arthur and I are supposed to be babysitting him? Mel, you were the one who suggested he help us at the shop. It’s not our fault he’s got a fucking idea in his thick skull that he’s some fucking big shot now.”

“Then teach him!” She snapped, knowing the exact volume she could raise her voice before she risked waking up Max. “Tommy, I can live with this, I can tolerate it. I may be afraid but I trust you. But when you act like it’s not a big deal that your brother was cut.”

“It wasn’t a big deal, Mel.”

“He’s sixteen, Tommy!”

“And he’s gotten in plenty of fucking fights before. He’ll learn by getting pushed down. That’s how we all learned.” He said firmly. “You tell Martha that he’s not going to bloody die. She doesn’t need to be so fucking dramatic. Now can we just…” He huffed out a frustrated sigh. He didn’t think his brother’s wife to worry Amelia so much. “I’m fucking exhausted, Mel.”

Though unsatisfied with Tommy’s answer, he did look tired. She sighed. “Fine.” She mumbled and laid back down. “Fine…”

~~~~~~~~~~~

“House full of kids.” Polly sighed as Finn came screaming down the stairs with Max hot on his heels. Meanwhile, little Abigail was tottering around the kitchen going back and forth between the women who were having lunch together.

“It’s good fortune, Pol.” Martha, heavily pregnant again, had her feet up on a chair to ease the swelling.

“I think we’ve had enough good fortune for now, so perhaps we hold off on baby number three for a little while, aye?”

Martha and Amelia laughed as the woman sat down with an eye roll.

“Or at least let her have the next child.” Polly waved a hand to Amelia. “Trade off every other.”

“Hm, you’d have to consult Tommy about that one.” Amelia shook her head. “I’m lucky if I even get a kiss goodnight. I only ever see him in the morning, he works so late. The only way we’re having a child is through immaculate conception.”

Martha snickered but Polly looked uneasy. “Have you ever asked him to work less?”

“Pol, honestly, how do you think that would go down?”

“Work should never come first.” Polly insisted. “He’s put off your wedding this long, the least he can do is be there for dinner every night.”

“We both agreed to hold off on the wedding. Max is still too young, and we’re both so busy.” Amelia butted in. “There will be plenty of time for things.”

“I’ll watch Max tonight,” Polly said, not seeming to care for her litany of excuses. “You and Tommy have a nice evening to yourself.

Amelia opened her mouth to protest but Max passed by and appeared delighted in the idea. “Mummy, I stay here with Auntie Pol!?” He exclaimed.

She sighed, it seemed she had been bested. “Yeah, love. You get to have a little sleepover with Finn and Abby, won’t that be fun?” She had a little sliver of hope that he would balk at the idea of spending the night away from her and Tommy.

But that didn’t seem to be the case. The toddler jumped up and down excitedly. “Fun!”

“Very fun.” Polly looked a little smug.

~~~~~~~~~

“Mel?” The apartment was strangely quiet when Tommy came in that night. He’d left work earlier than before, not knowing that Arthur was set up by Polly to get his brother out of the shop as early as he could.

“I’m in the kitchen!” She called back.

He found it so strange that Max hadn’t come bounding in to launch himself at Tommy. “Where’s Max?” He asked as he came into the kitchen.

“He’s staying the night with Polly. She and Martha offered to watch him.” She answered, turning around with a hesitant smile.

“Oh…any reason why?”

“Just to give us a night off, I suspect.” Neither of them had realized they hadn’t been away from Max for a full night in his entire life. Three years of caring for him all day every day just seemed natural. Now the flat seemed so quiet and a bit empty without the rambunctious toddler running around until he wore himself out.

“That was nice of her.” Tommy nodded and went to take off his coat and cap. Now that it was just the two of them, they had the space to consider their relationship of a few years. Neither could deny that the majority of their relationship was centered around Max. It had to be, the little boy took up so much time and energy. They weren’t complaining, they devoted themselves to Max because they loved him.

But they were young and in love. It just took some finesse to have an intimate relationship in such small quarters. At least they weren’t in Six Watery where they first tried to have sex. Max was about eight months old and Amelia had gotten John to watch over the baby while she ‘took a nap’. But their little tryst was interrupted by Ada who wanted some money to go to the candy store with her friends.

Still even just the three of them in their flat, they were worried Max would get nosy. And neither of them wanted to explain what mummy and daddy were up to in bed in the middle of the night.

“Are you hungry?” Amelia asked.

“Let’s go out.” He said spontaneously.

“Are you sure?” Eating out had always been a luxury while growing up in Small Heath. Amelia started to get used to going out to restaurants and pubs when she lived in London, but upon returning to Birmingham she retreated back to her comfort of home cooking.

“Why not? Night to ourselves.” He smiled. “It’ll be fun.” She could see the boyish glint of excitement in his eyes. The prospect of being able to live as young adults for the night without any responsibility seemed enticing. Being the man of the house was nice and all, but everyone needed a little break.

“Okay.” Amelia smiled. “I’ll just get ready then. I’ll only be a mo’.” She promised before heading upstairs with a spring in her step.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Dinner and a couple of drinks felt like a wild night out on the town for the two parents. They enjoyed themselves very much, talking and laughing with one another like they were teenagers again.

“Pol was telling Martha she and John should slow down on having kids.” Amelia giggled. “It was funny.”

“Poor woman’s a saint for putting up with us for so long.” Tommy chuckled and finished his beer. “I’m surprised she hasn’t skipped town yet.”

“Well, she loves you all so much. Why would she?”

He shrugged. “Seems like what some people do.”

She frowned. “What do you mean?”

Shaking his head, he tried to brush off the conversation. “Nothing, it’s nothing.”

“Tom…” She reached over to touch his hand resting on the table.

He met her eyes for a brief moment before letting out a heavy sigh. “Just haven’t heard from me dad. S’been years, Mel. Max is growing, John’s already got a second child on the way.”

Amelia laced her fingers with his. “Exactly, you’ve all created such a wonderful family and you don’t need your father to solidify that. He doesn’t deserve to be a part of it. Not after what he’s done. I know why you’re sad. I think about my parents every day and wonder if…if maybe they met Max, if they met you, they might change their mind. But I can’t hold out hope for that. I can only focus on the good things that I know for certain. That we have a wonderful little boy and that I have you. That’s enough for me.”

Tommy lifted her hand to kiss her knuckles. “Thank you.”

“For what?” She smiled softly.

“For just…for understanding me when other people don’t.”

“Oh, Tom, I’ll always be here for you.” She murmured affectionately.

“I know.” He squeezed her hand gently.

“It was funny, Pol was wondering if we had any plans to have a baby any time soon.” She admitted sheepishly.

It might’ve crossed Tommy’s mind a couple of times. But he considered Max as his own that he didn’t really consider the fact that he and Amelia hadn’t conceived a child together. “Well, I guess it’s something to think about.” He agreed.

“Would you want another child?” She asked.

“Think it would be nice for Max to have a brother or sister.” He supposed. “But I can now see Polly’s reason for having him stay the night.” He tossed some money on the table for the bill and stood up. Reaching a hand out to Amelia he gave her a wink. “Ready to enjoy our night alone?”

“Of course, Mr. Shelby.”

~~~~~~~~~~

They hardly made it through the door. It seemed the intimacy they’d been neglecting for so long was no rearing its head, a force to be reckoned with.

At the foot of the stairs, they threw off their coats. Tommy kissed her so hard she stumbled back a bit before grabbing onto his shirt.

Halfway up the stairs, Amelia stopped a step above him, to kiss him again.

At the top of the stairs, she began to undo the buttons of Tommy’s shirt. She giggled softly when he began to undo the buttons of her dress, but cursed when his fingers kept slipping.

So, in love, he was so in love with her.

He captured her lips again and she pulled him into the bedroom.

As Tommy understood, love was something that was hard to find. But he figured that once he found it, it was his to keep and foster. And he knew that was what he would spend the rest of his waking days doing. Loving the woman who was unraveling in his arms as she moaned softly.

Nothing could keep them apart.

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katebishopofearth · 3 years

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let the river carry my grief (all the way to the sea) – ch 5. acceptance [a wanda maximoff fanfic]

5. acceptance

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It’s a bright, cold morning in early spring, and Tony is driving back to the house. Since Thanos’s defeat, the days of superhero retirement blend into monotony—he starts every morning making breakfast for his wife and daughter, kisses Pepper goodbye, then takes Morgan to preschool. After that he does some work, sometimes for Stark Industries, but right now he’s working on a personal project. He doesn’t have too much of a chance to go on engineering binges like he used to, though, because he always picks up Morgan on time.

If someone had told him fifteen years ago that one day he would be a stay-at-home dad and devoted husband, the playboy would have laughed in their face. It’s taken him a long time to get here, with plenty of mistakes and scars made along the way, and an arm lost too, but he wouldn’t have his life any other way.

Now as he rounds the bend in the drive up to the lakeside cabin, he sees a familiar figure in a dark red coat on his porch. Wanda Maximoff is staring at the lake’s glassy surface, lost in thought. There’s something different about her. For as long as he had known her, even before the fiasco of the Accords, she had been anxious and on edge, not quite sure of herself. After the Unsnap, she faded even more, drifting like a shadow in search of a body.

But now, in the cold sunlight, she looks calmer and more centred than Tony has ever seen before. There’s a certain gravitas about her. A certain peace.

She turns around as he parks the car in the driveway. Tony gets out and waves in greeting, the metal of his prosthetic hand catching the sunlight. She gives him a small smile in return.

“I didn’t know you were back Stateside,” he says. He’s not sure if he should hug her, so he leaves it up to her, and he’s not surprised when she doesn’t make a move.

“I just got back yesterday evening,” Wanda answers.

“And you came to see me this morning? I’m touched.” Tony grins. “I was dropping Morgan off at preschool," he explains. “Were you waiting long?” He unlocks his front door with his left hand, as he hasn’t quite gotten the hang of fine motor movements with his prosthetic right hand yet, and gestures for her to enter before him.

“No, just ten minutes or so.” Wanda steps into the warm, dark interior and hangs up her coat next to a child-sized raincoat with purple polka dots.

Tony follows her, closing the door behind her. The house smells warm and cozy, like wood and hot chocolate. It always smells like coming home, though his childhood had never smelled anything like this. He leads the way into the living room, which is in a state of cluttered coziness, with a cable-knit blanket draped over the back of a couch, a puzzle book and a box of crayons discarded on the floor, and Tony’s reading glasses laid on the coffee table.

“How’ve you been?” Wanda asks, following Tony.

“Pretty good, all things considered,” Tony replies, sitting on the sofa. Wanda sits next to him, one leg tucked under herself. “It’s been so long since I got to just rest,” he says with a contented sigh. “You’ll get it when you’re my age, kid.”

“I can’t imagine you taking a break,” Wanda admits.

“Well, I’m tinkering, but on my own stuff, rather than Avengers-related, Earth-saving stuff,” Tony says. “Starting with this.” He waves his prosthetic hand. “Bucky’s actually giving me a hand.” He grins at his pun, pleased, to which Wanda rolls her eyes. “He’s letting me take a close look at his vibranium arm—the Wakandans really know what they’re doing.”

“I bet they do,” Wanda replies. “And how are Pepper and Morgan?”

“Good,” he answers. “Pepper’s at work, and Morgan started preschool in September.” He smiles, unable to help the swell of pride. “Time flies, seems like yesterday I was worrying about her being born too early and too small, and now she’s running around pretending to be the Hulk.”

Wanda chuckles. “Does she actually?”

“Oh yeah, the Hulk’s her favourite superhero.” Tony laughs. “No respect for her old man. Anyway, how’s Europe? Where did you go?”

“New Asgard first,” she says. “I stayed with Thor for a while.”

“How is he?” Tony asks. He spoke to Thor a couple of months ago, around Christmas, but there’s plenty that a video call can’t communicate.

“He’s doing well, he’s making furniture,” Wanda reports with a small smile. “He taught me a little about that, and a lot about coming to terms with how I feel.”

“That’s great,” Tony says warmly.

“Yeah, I’m glad he helped me with that,” Wanda says with a sigh. “I wasn’t dealing, before.”

“Dealing is hard.” Tony understands that better than most. He used to drink until he forgot who hurt him, or channeled his anger into his work. It was only when Peter died in front of him that he had to face up to his grief, and he would always be grateful that Pepper forcefully nudged him to go to therapy—and that Peter came back from the Unsnap. He knows he’s luckier than he deserves.

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Wish You Were Sober

Summary: The Pogues are growing up and following their dreams, which means it's time for JJ and Kiara to sort through some feelings. Loosely inspired by "Wish You Were Sober" by Conan Gray.

Word Count: 5.2k

A/N: This was originally posted on ao3, but I wanted to share here as well.

August is full of gold and light and sunsets and new beginnings. It’s exciting and revitalizing and hopeful. But at the end of this August, a deep blue shadow edged nearer and nearer, threatening to turn all Augusts deep and blue and dreary for the rest of history. They were all leaving.

After the chaos of the gold hunting summer, when John B and Sarah finally made it back from the Bahamas with the gold, the Pogues had made a solemn pact to stay in the Outer Banks together, and they took it very seriously. Then came graduation and talk of going to college. The constant, “What are you going to do with your life?” questions wore them down. John B, Sarah, and Pope took a gap year, but Pope’s parents had threatened his life if he changed his school plans, especially after he “won a scholarship” from the mysterious “Denmark Tanny Education Grant” - in other words, his secret savings account. Sarah started talking about becoming a social worker, while John B wouldn’t shut up about the police academy and honoring Sheriff Peterkin’s memory. Kiara also talked about her plans, the Peace Corps, or volunteering in Thailand, and though she made it sound like that was years down the road, everyone knew she was getting restless. So, as summer approached, the Pogues had had a serious meeting about the future, or as serious as you can be at eighteen-almost-nineteen. They absolved the pact to stay in the Outer Banks, but they kept strict communication rules: regular updates in the group chat, facetime sessions at least weekly, and frequent visits. And so plans were made; John B and Sarah were moving to Chapel Hill at the end of August so she could attend the University of North Carolina (John B had considered getting a degree in law enforcement, but had decided to work until he was old enough to apply for the police academy). Pope was headed off to Duke to study forensic pathology like he had always dreamed. Frequent jokes were cracked about them attending rival schools, but at least they’d live within thirty minutes of each other. Kiara’s plans involved a little more distance. She had decided to volunteer her way through Europe for a few months once the tourist season was over. She had one-way tickets booked for the middle of September, and she hadn’t mentioned her plans to return as of yet. JJ was the only one without any plans. It came as no surprise that he hadn’t graduated high school, he never attended. Instead, he got a job at a local auto shop his cousin owned. He was lucky they hired him, and though the pay wasn’t phenomenal, it was enough he could pay rent to John B and Uncle T and stay in the Chateau without tapping into his savings. He joked that you couldn’t pay him to leave the Outer Banks, though that felt like a lie. Especially now that summer was ending and these dreams were becoming a reality for everyone else.

“One last kegger!” John B was saying. JJ tried not to wince at that word: last.

“Pogues for life!” Kiara whooped, jumping up and threatening to flip the hammock she was sharing with JJ and Pope.

Pope wrestled the half-finished beer from her hands. “I think you’ve had enough of that.”

Kiara dove across him clumsily, trying to recover the bottle. Almost-drunk Kie was more comfortable around Pope. After their kiss that one summer, things had gotten awkward fast as she realized she didn’t have any romantic feelings for him. They had fought hard to get their relationship back to the easy-going friendship it had been, but it hadn’t made a full recovery - unless one or both of them was drunk.

“Easy tiger,” JJ said, pulling her back into her spot between himself and Pope.

She gave him an odd look. “You’re not drunk.”

“No, I have work in the morning.”

“When did JJ become the most mature?” Sarah slurred. She really hadn’t had that many drinks, but then again she was a total lightweight.

“What do you say, Oh Mature One?” John B shifted so he was looking directly at JJ. “Kegger tomorrow night at the Boneyard?”

“Hell, yeah!” JJ settled back into the hammock, not really thinking about the fact that his arm was still around Kiara’s waist.

The rest of the Pogues whooped in agreement, downing their drinks and reaching for more.

***

JJ woke up five full minutes before the alarm on his phone went off the next morning. Kiara’s feet were in his face and she was snoring softly, as she tended to do when drunk. The slight headache pulsing through his temples told him he had had more to drink than he should have despite going to bed before the rest of the group, which was probably why he didn’t remember Kie crashing in his bed. He threw a blanket across her and made his way to the bathroom. He could see Sarah and John B wrapped around each other in their room, and in the other room, Pope passed out on the pull-out. Just like old times, he thought with a pang of nostalgia.

As he got ready for work and made breakfast JJ found himself getting more excited about the party they’d have that evening, despite his initial apprehension. Though the Pogues were over at the Chateau almost every night this summer, they hadn’t had a real hang at the Boneyard in a while. Maybe one last summer hurrah really would lessen the sting of the Pogues parting ways.

JJ hadn’t bothered with being quiet that morning. Most of the Pogues were deep sleepers. Add alcohol to the mix and he doubted he’d wake anyone up, so it was a surprise when Kiara wandered bleary-eyed and half-asleep down the hall. “Look who decided to make an appearance!” JJ said.

“Shh,” Kie groaned. “No speaking, just coffee.”

JJ obediently handed over his mug of coffee and set about pouring a new one. Kiara hugged the cup close and sank to the floor, sitting conveniently in the exact center of the kitchen. She was wearing one of his sweatshirts - but she always stole all the guys’ clothes.

“Jeez, Kiara, could you choose a more inconvenient spot, maybe?” She simply squinted up at him from the floor in response. “You’re in pretty bad shape, hope you don’t have work today.”

“Shit!” she cried. “What time is it?”

“Almost ten.”

“I have to be at work at ten,” she groaned. “My dad’s gonna kill me if I show up late and hungover.”

“Need a ride over there?” JJ asked.

“It won’t make you late, will it?”

“‘Course not,” he lied.

“You’re the best!” she jumped up clumsily and kissed him on the cheek before stumbling her way back down the hall to freshen up. She was more or less ready within five minutes, opting to keep on JJ’s sweatshirt, paired with yesterday’s shorts. “How do I look?” she asked, shoving on sunglasses and reaching for a second cup of coffee.

“Hot.”

“Liar. Let’s go.”

They arrived at the Wreck, and JJ asked, as Kiara jumped out of the van, “When do you get off?”

“Four-thirty. Dad might make me stay longer to make up for showing up late, though.”

“I can’t get back here till five.”

“Okay, that’s cool. See you then! Thanks for the ride!” She downed the last of her coffee and chucked the travel mug into the back of the van through the window. She was still off-balance as she ran up to the door. JJ watched until she was inside. Today was going to go by so slowly, he could feel it.

***

The day ended up dragging by for everyone. There was usually quite a bit of work at the auto shop, but today was abnormally slow. The same went for the Wreck; as they approached the end of tourist season, their business dropped considerably. When five o’clock finally rolled around, Kiara dropped everything and bolted. JJ was just pulling into the parking lot, followed closely by John B and Sarah on JJ’s bike. “Pope’s meeting us there a little later!” Sarah called. She raised an eyebrow as Kiara approached, noticing JJ’s sweatshirt.

John B was trading off keys with JJ, “Sarah and I are going to pick up the kegs; meet you there?”

Despite the earliness, a few kids were milling around when the crew arrived, mostly Tourons. JJ and Kiara started a bonfire and kicked the party off with some of his cousin’s “cripple.” As it got later more and more people showed up, still mostly Tourons and other kids from the Cut, but a few Kooks made an appearance. Tensions still ran high between Kooks and Pogues, but if beer and weed were offered, they were pretty much willing to put aside their differences. The sun began to set, while the party began to heat up. Someone had brought a speaker and was blasting some obnoxious club mixes; people were dancing.

Sarah made her way over to the fire where Kiara was beginning to relax thanks to the joint in her hand. She’d had a few drinks at this point and was pleasantly buzzed. She tried to take the joint from Kiara but was pushed away. “You puke when you’re crossfaded, Sar!”

“I do not! Besides, I’m not even drunk.”

Kiara just laughed. Sarah plopped down next to her best friend and wrapped her arm around her. “I’m gonna miss you, Kie.”

“I’ll miss you, too. But don’t get emotional on me. Tonight we’re just having fun!” Kie put out her joint and threw it in the fire. Someone walking by handed the girls another drink.

“So,” Sarah wiggled her eyebrows and tugged on the sleeve of Kie’s - JJ’s - sweatshirt. “You and JJ?”

“Me and JJ, what?”

“Did you hook up?” Tipsy Sarah was even blunter and to the point than sober Sarah.

“God, no!” Kie couldn’t tell if the blood rushing to her face was due to the alcohol, the fire, or something else. “Why would you think that?”

“You’re wearing his clothes!”

“I’ve stolen clothes from all the guys, including your boyfriend! It doesn’t mean anything.”

Sarah hummed, half in disbelief. She decided not to fully change the subject. “Have you asked him yet?”

“Mm?” Kie hummed. “Oh… no. I don’t think he’ll want to go.” When Kie had realized JJ would be the only Pogue left in the Outer Banks this fall, she’d decided to ask him if he wanted to join her in Europe. She knew he had talked a big game about running away to Yucatan at sixteen, and perhaps he’d like to see a bit of the world. It’s not like they were strapped for cash, or he really needed his job at the auto shop. Even though they’d had to turn over most of the gold when John B and Sarah brought it back from the Bahamas, the crew had managed to hide enough of it away that they were pretty much set. The jobs they held were more for appearances, and so their parents didn’t ask too many questions.

“Of course he’ll want to go! Even if he doesn’t, worst-case scenario is he says no, and you go alone like you were already planning.” Sarah watched as Kie started chewing on her lower lip like she did when she was anxious. “Unless you don’t want to go alone?”

Kiara didn’t want to admit it, but she really didn’t want to travel by herself. She could take care of herself just fine and she enjoyed her alone time, but she’d never left the country before, and the thought of being so far from home with no one familiar around was starting to worry her. Just a little bit. She downed another beer and reached for another joint, saying lightly, “No I’m totally fine!”

“She says as she gets totally smashed,” Sarah muttered under her breath. Kie had gotten up and dragged a random Touron girl to dance with her.

Kiara’s tolerance was pretty high when it came to intoxicating substances, she rivaled JJ, though he wouldn’t admit it. By the time Sarah had joined her she was quite relaxed, so when she’d decided to dance she was well on her way to wasted, the combination of weed and beer making her a little dizzy. As she spun around with the pretty redhead in front of her, she caught sight of JJ standing way too close to a girl who was obviously there with her boyfriend. Kie fought the urge to roll her eyes until she noticed the boyfriend was equally fascinated with whatever bullshit JJ was spilling. She laughed to herself; leave it to JJ to flirt with a girl and get her boyfriend thrown in the mix, too. Somehow the thought of JJ flirting with someone else bothered her, but she chalked it up to the anxiety of asking him to go traveling with her. She called out for more beer.

JJ was having an alright time. He’d drank much less than he normally did, and he hadn’t even touched the joint in his pocket. The party he had been so excited for was setting him on edge for a reason he couldn’t quite place. His mind kept wandering back to the ride over to the Boneyard, with Kiara clinging to his waist as he took the backroads on his bike... There was a cute Touron girl talking to him and he allowed himself to flirt back until she introduced him to her boyfriend. He was always wary of boyfriends, and for once he really didn’t want to start a fight, so it was surprising when the boyfriend started flirting back. Shit. JJ thought and tried to back the hell out of that situation, a situation he normally would have been dying to jump into. He was two seconds from bolting just to get away from them, when Pope stumbled up, crashing into him drunkenly.

“Dude, you’re wasted!” JJ chuckled gratefully, pulling his less-than-sober friend away from the Tourons. “How much have you had to drink?”

“Enough,” Pope laughed. He was a happy drunk, though JJ could tell he was a moment away from puking. He steered Pope towards the cooler full of non-alcoholic drinks and fished out a water bottle. “Drink all of it,” he demanded.

Pope complied, first saying, “Kie’s dancing.” JJ had already noticed, of course. The pretty redheaded girl he didn’t recognize had her arms around Kie’s waist and they were passing drinks back and forth, neither of them anywhere near sober. Even drunk, Kie’s dancing was amazing. And she didn’t care who danced with her, she was always looking for a partner. Part of JJ wished he had been closer to her, and maybe she would have pulled him into the dance instead of the other girl. He was pulled away from the scene by the sound of Pope losing his entire dinner. “Shit,” Pope groaned. “I think I’m sticking with Coke for the rest of the night.”

“You do that, man,” JJ laughed.

The party wore on, but JJ stayed near Pope, making sure he wouldn’t pass out or anything. A nervous-looking girl wandered over, she was obviously not drinking and seemed rather uncomfortable with the whole situation. Pope asked her where she was from and she awkwardly explained that she was here with her sister, who had disappeared. To JJ’s surprise, Pope easily struck up a conversation with the girl, and she actually seemed interested in the crap he usually talked about - dead bodies and such. She actually knew a fair amount about forensics, studied it for a year or something. JJ decided to leave the two of them to their weird fascination with cadavers. He caught sight of Kie again, still with the redhead girl, though not really dancing anymore as much as stumbling aimlessly and laughing obnoxiously. JJ couldn’t remember the last time he had seen her that drunk.

Kiara saw JJ standing at the edge of the group of teens dancing. “JJ!” She cried wildly. She tugged the girl she was with along, “This is my bes’ frien’, you hafta meet him.” As she got closer, she waved, “J - JJ! Hi!”

She fell into him. He pulled her upright, saying, “Hey, Kie.”

“JJ! This is my friend! She’s so pretty. She’s..shit, wha’s your name?”

“Leah,” the girl giggled, in a North Carolina accent. She was as drunk as Kie. “OMG, y’all are too cute! She hasn’t stopped talking about you all night! I kinda thought I’d get to take her home with me, but not with you hangin’ around…” She trailed off with a boisterous laugh. She pulled a pen out of her pocket, grabbed Kiara’s arm, and started scribbling a phone number. “If you ever get bored with him, text me!”

“She’s so nice,” Kiara gushed. “So pretty. Her hair looks like the sunset, and she danced ama-amazing. Amazingly? Do you say amazing or amazingly? She smelled nice, too. Like strawberries.”

“Kie, how much have you had to drink?” Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes unfocused, her speech slurring more by the second.

“Dunno…” she whispered, too loudly. JJ took her arm and moved to lead her away from the crowd, back to where Pope was still chatting with his new friend, but she pushed him away. “Can do it myself!” She said belligerently, taking a few faltering steps, and promptly tripping over a stray piece of driftwood and falling hard into the sand. She laid in a crumpled heap, not bothering to move.

JJ rushed to her side, cursing himself for letting her get this bad. He made her sit up, and asked, “Did you hurt yourself?”

Kie nodded tears filling her eyes. She didn’t cry over injuries, so it was either the alcohol in her system, or she’d actually gotten pretty hurt. She put a hand to the side of her head, and JJ noticed a thin line of blood running in between her fingers. “Hey, hey, it’s okay,” he said. “Let me see.” She’d hit her head on the driftwood as she fell, and though the scrape didn’t look too bad, head wounds did bleed a lot; he just hoped she hadn’t given herself a concussion. “Okay,” he continued. “That’s not so bad. C’mere, let’s clean you up.”

He steadied her as she struggled to her feet, but as soon as she took a step, she cried out. She sank back down to the ground this time clutching her foot. “Fuck,” she muttered. “Think I fucked up my ankle, too.” She’d moved past the happy-friendly-drunk stage, and was headed into angry-drunk territory, or maybe sad-drunk, neither of which JJ wanted to experience at that moment. He knelt to examine her foot, sliding her now-broken sandal off and prodding her ankle. He carefully wiggled her toes and twisted her ankle in various directions, checking for a break.

“Not broken,” he said finally. “Maybe sprained.”

“Fuck,” she growled - definitely into angry-drunk territory, now.

“I’m going to take you home-“ JJ started.

“No!” At this, the tears spilled over and down Kie’s cheeks, maybe sad-drunk after all. “No, I’m fucking shitfaced and my parents are going to kill me, especially after being late to work today…”

“Okay, okay. Wanna go to the Chateau instead?”

She nodded, tears still falling, her breathing erratic.

JJ managed to grab a water from the cooler and let Pope know what had happened. The harder task was convincing Kiara to drink the water before they took off on his bike. He would have preferred to take the van, but John B was nowhere to be found, and neither was Sarah. They were probably off getting into trouble somewhere. The bike ride back to the Chateau was surprisingly nice, Kiara still retaining enough sense to cling to JJ’s shirt, even if her balance was off. Once they pulled up to the door, JJ reached to help her dismount. “I can- I can do it myself!” She said.

“That’s what you said before you fucking concussed yourself, Carerra.” He lifted her off the bike easily and tried to set her on the ground, but her eyes fluttered closed and she leaned into him.

“You smell nice,” she muttered.

“Sheesh, Kie, if you wanted to cuddle, you could have just asked. Didn’t have to go to all this trouble.”

They’d barely made it to the Chateau’s bathroom when Kie groaned, “Gonna puke.” JJ held her hair as she knelt in front of the toilet.

“Did you mix, Kie?” He asked surprisingly gently.

She nodded, catching her breath.

“You know better than that.”

She nodded again.

“That first-aid kit is still around here, right?”

Kie groaned in response resting her head against the toilet bowl. JJ continued rummaging in the cabinet, before finding a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and a small first-aid kit. The cut on her head had almost stopped bleeding, so he started there, wiping it clean with peroxide. He handed her a wad of gauze and guided her hand to hold it to her head. “Hold this,” he said, as her hand started to drop. He placed her hand back on her head. “Hold this here. I’m getting ice.”

JJ returned with two bags of ice, one of which he placed on her rapidly swelling ankle. The other was for her head. He found antiseptic and a large bandage for her head. “How’d you get so good at this?” Kiara slurred.

“Practice,” he said with a grimace.

“Shit… sorry.” JJ hadn’t seen his dad in over a year at this point, but he still had a hard time talking about the things he experienced. Both Pope and Kie had tried to convince him to talk to a professional about his problems without much luck. Still, he had come a long way.

Once JJ had helped Kie clean up her injuries, he left her to take a shower. She noticed the redhead’s - Leah’s - phone number on her arm, and rolled her eyes with embarrassment; she set about scrubbing it off. When she stepped out of the shower, she saw he had left her a pair of his sweatpants and a t-shirt. She found some toothpaste and fumbled through brushing her teeth with her finger while inspecting herself in the mirror. Her eyes were red-rimmed and glassy, there was a massive bandage on the side of her head, and she was nowhere near sober, so some improvement was needed. Maybe sleep would help. She limped into the living room, her still wet hair dampening the back of the t-shirt and making her shiver. She flopped onto the pull-out, and almost dozed off.

JJ shook her leg, “Hey, Kie, you hit your head, you can’t sleep yet.”

She groaned as she sat up, “Dammit, Maybank.”

“You’re the one who decided to get totally shitfaced! Tea?” He handed her a hot cup of mint tea.

“Since when do y’all keep tea in this place?” She was grateful for the warmth, the mint soothing her dehydrated throat, and relaxing her.

“Since Sarah.” JJ made a face that, even drunk, Kie knew he didn’t really mean. He climbed onto the pull-out next to her, and she leaned into him, her head on his shoulder.

“It’s gonna be weird without them…” Kie said, trying to keep her eyes open.

“Yeah. Maybe I’ll finally get some damn peace and quiet around here,” he said lightly.

“You won’t get lonely?” Kiara hadn’t meant to shift to that particular topic of conversation, but she was drunk enough she didn’t care.

“Probably will,” JJ was surprised at his own honesty, but then again, Kiara was so far gone, she probably wouldn’t remember this conversation.

“Come with me,” she said suddenly, sitting up.

“What?” JJ laughed nervously.

“To Europe. Come with me.” The words were just spilling out, now. Kie could feel her cheeks burning and decided to blame it on the alcohol, and maybe the tea. “The Outer Banks will always be here when we get back, so why not see the world with me?”

“Kie, you’re drunk,” JJ said slowly. “And you’re hurt, and you’re tired. You don’t really want me to come with you. I’d fuck up all your plans.”

“No, no you wouldn’t!” She made sure to set her cup of tea on the floor, despite the fact she almost fell off the pull-out doing so. Sitting on her knees, she leaned toward him, “JJ, I’ve been wanting to ask you this for a while. I think you’d have fun, and I can’t stand the thought of you staying here alone!”

“Kiara, it’s a really bad idea. Imagine how much damage I could do in another country,” he laughed, though his voice was tight.

“That’s why we’d go together. To keep each other out of trouble and patch each other up when we do get scraped up. We’d have each other.” She was leaning over him now, her face inches from him.

“Kie, you’re drunk-“ he started again. She closed the last few inches left, and pressed her lips to his, sloppily.

He pushed her away and jumped up. “No,” he said firmly. He started pacing, “Damnit, Carerra, you’re the one always going on about consent, and you’re fucking wasted right now, and do you know how long I’ve been waiting for that-“ he cut himself off. “Fuck! I wish you were sober right now!”

He took off then, out the back door onto the porch. Through the window, Kie watched him fish a joint out of his pocket along with his lighter. He shakily ran his fingers through his hair and flopped down to sit on the stairs, staring out across the sound.

Kiara blinked furiously, tears of anger, sadness, embarrassment threatening to spill over. She was not sober, she knew, but she wasn’t that drunk either. The shower and tea had gone a long way to sobering her up. Granted, she probably shouldn’t have relied on the alcohol to get her through that conversation. And kissing him? God, what was I thinking?!

Wiping her eyes, she grabbed the quilt off the pull-out, made another cup of tea, and made her way out to the deck. It was slow going, with her sprained ankle and all, but in a moment she was easing herself down to sit next to JJ. She wrapped the quilt around their shoulders and handed him one of the mugs of tea. She leaned into his side, setting her chin on his shoulder. He tensed but didn’t pull away.

“Kie-“ he started.

“No, I’m sorry,” she said. “I shouldn’t have… I am drunk.”

They sat in silence for a few moments. Between the tea and the joint, JJ had started to unwind. Kie was getting sleepy, each time she blinked her eyes stayed closed for a little longer. “Can we talk about it tomorrow?” She murmured.

“Sure, Kie.” He wrapped his arm around her then. “Yeah, we’ll talk about it tomorrow.”

***

Kiara woke up in JJ’s bed, again. She didn’t remember going to bed or falling asleep, honestly, she didn’t remember going inside at all. The last thing she remembered was the smell of JJ’s shirt, saltwater and bonfire, and weed and dozing off on the porch stairs. She was still wrapped in the quilt from the pull-out, now. Her head and ankle were throbbing, but there was a bottle of painkillers and a glass of water on the nightstand, which she took advantage of. JJ was nowhere to be seen, and the rest of the house was quiet; she wondered if any of the other Pogues had even bothered to come home the night before. On occasion, when a party got really out of hand, they would just crash in the van until they could drive again. As Kie made her way into the kitchen, her suspicions were confirmed, it was still just her and JJ. She smelled coffee.

“Mornin’,” she said softly. JJ was leaning against the counter, a cup of coffee in one hand, a cigarette in the other. She poured herself a cup of coffee and pulled herself up onto the counter.

“You sleep well?” JJ asked.

She nodded.

“Headache?”

Again, she nodded, then laughed, “This is so fucking domestic, who are we?”

The silence that followed was awkward. Kiara finally broke it, “Listen, about last night…”

“Kiara, I don’t want to-“

“We have to talk about it, J. I’d rather get it over with.” He sighed and gestured for her to continue.

“Okay,” she began. “I didn’t ask you to come with me to Europe because I was drunk. If I’m honest with myself, I got so drunk because I was nervous to ask you to come with me.”

“Why were you nervous?” JJ hated how small his voice sounded.

“Um, I guess I didn’t want you to say no. I’m kinda nervous to travel by myself and be away from the Pogues for so long.”

“Oh, and I’m the only one without plans, so I’m the only one left to ask.” There was no malice in his voice. It was just a fact.

“No, you were actually my first choice,” she held eye contact with him, willing herself to feel more confident. “Regardless of the others’ plans, I wanted to ask you.”

“Why me, Kie?” He’d put out the cigarette and set down his coffee cup.

She took a deep breath and decided to be honest with him and with herself, for the first time. “Because you’re my best friend, and I can’t stand that I won’t see you for months if I go alone. Because you’re the kindest person I know, despite everything you’ve been through. Because I was so fucking jealous last night when I saw you talking to other people that I got absolutely shitfaced and tried to make you jealous, too, but even then you weren’t, and you were still nice to me. Because when I made a total fool of myself and busted my ass you took care of me. Because even though I made things totally awkward you were still sweet and even carried me to bed, I think, I mean who does that-“

“Kie…”

She continued, “Because even though I waited until I was drunk to kiss you, I’ve been wanting to do that for a fucking long time-“

In two steps, JJ had crossed the kitchen to her and grabbed her face in his hands. He captured her lips with his, almost desperately. When they broke apart, he said, “Kiara, I’ve loved you since we were thirteen.”

“You’ve got me beat, Maybank. I’ve loved you since we were sixteen.” They both chuckled. “What took you so damn long?” She asked.

“Me? What about you? And your stupid, ‘no macking on other Pogues’ rule?”

“Fuck that rule,” she said and pulled him back to her for another kiss.

“Now that I’m pretty much sober, and only slightly hungover,” she said. “Will you please come with me to Europe?”

“Well, since you’re sober…” he said gently. “I’ll follow you anywhere, Kiara.”

For JJ, August was still full of gold and light and sunsets and new beginnings, and now that he had Kiara, it probably always would be. The Outer Banks and the Pogues would all be there when they returned.

#obx #outer banks #obx fic #outer banks fanfic #jj maybank #kiara carrera #jiara #jj maybank x kiara carrera #jiara fic #fanfic #fics with liv

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A Decision at the Crossroads

A Heartland AU - Chapter 4 – Finale

While Ty went to fetch his phone Amy popped open one of the side panels on the trailer and unsnapped the table that was first in line. She reached her arms wide to grab it and start lifting it out when Ty showed up.

“Whoa easy Amy, I’ll get it.”

“I’m fine.”

“Of course you are now back up please.”

“Thank you Ty.” She said and stepped aside “and 5 of the chairs please.”

“Six actually Kelsey’s coming.”

“Kelsey ?”

“Dr. Burton, my namesake apparently.” He said laying the table on it’s side and unfolding the legs. “Hey, this is nice set up.”

“We take trips with kids, believe me a table is always easier and cleaner than watching them balance plates. Besides it’s more homey and civilized.”

“I’ll file that away” he said maneuvering the table and then placing chairs as Amy opened and gave them a wipe with a damp cloth as well as the table. She had also removed a little basket with a tablecloth sealed in a zip loc bag, and began to spread it. As well as counting out silverware found in the basket as well.

“Ty there’s another basket with plates and more pitchers.” She said watching him walk over as she grabbed one pitcher from her now empty basket and put it on the table.

They set the table together, each handling three settings and Amy ran in for a roll of paper towels. He watched as she took a second to look at the table, nodded and walked over to lower herself into a chair slowly. She was wearing a blue dungaree dress that went down to her knees, it had ¾ sleeves and embroidery along the hem and collar. Obviously a maternity dress, he was captivated by her shape.

“You need to stop staring at me Ty, I’m becoming very self conscious, I already think I look like a beach ball.”

“You don’t, I’m sorry, you look great. Two kids, one on the way, I’m, I don’t know….”

“Three actually, you’re the first to hear, Clint Riley called, they have a foster for us, a young boy named Luke Kashani, he’s nine. Clint’s bringing him Monday.”

“Clint Riley, he’s still around huh. That’s nice, keeping that tradition going.”

“Yeah, Scott, you, Georgie, remember Badger, it’s nice.”

“Mitch mentioned Georgie and something with Lou, he also told me about the divorce.”

“Georgie was an orphan who ran away from her foster family in Okotoks, she stowed away in Grandpa’s pickup and found her way to Heartland. She was a keeper. The divorce is what it was I guess, it’s now amicable with benefits apparently, works for them.”

“Georgie lives with Lou at Heartland ?”

“Lou took a condo in town when she became Mayor and lives there with Katie. We fixed up the loft when I got back from Europe as a nice studio and I lived there alone and then with Mitch for awhile before moving to Saddle River, his family ranch, his parents have an independent living condo in Calgary. Georgie and Quinn are engaged and live in the loft, Grandpa and Lisa live in the house.”

“I heard Jack married Lisa, I saw an article about the Hall of Fame that mentioned it. I’m sorry about your dad Amy, I read about his passing.”

“The death of a legend, it was a nice tribute.”

“I saw a tribute to Lou as Mayor too, ordering the stay in place at home and closing Maggie’s early on definitely seemed to make a difference in the area.”

“It did and I think she’ll be remembered for that, this is her last term, she’s not running again. Enough about Hudson, tell me about you, is there someone special, Kelsey maybe ?”

“Nah, Kelsey and I never, there have been women over the years but I’m free now, I’m picky I guess.”

“Well when it happens you’ll know.”

“You and Mitch look happy.”

“We are, very happy.”

“How’s Jack ?”

“Older, pretty much retired, his arthritis, heart problems, a hard 90, for a former bronc rider and Alberta cowboy not fun.”

“Lisa ?”

“Lisa’s good, the perfect grandmother, she loves the kids. So does Casey, Lyndy adores them both. Mitch’s folks too.”

“Casey, I know this.”

“McMurtry.”

“Right, McMurtry Rodeos, they come around every couple years.”

She noticed quickly enough that he had changed the subject. “Ty ? Are you happy ?”

Ty looked at her and into her eyes, Amy could see that he wasn’t teary but there was disappointment, a small sadness in his face “I guess, I mean I don’t think I’m unhappy.”

“Were you happier yesterday ? Mitch said he thought you might be having a case of the might have beens.”

“I didn’t need to see you for that. The baby was eye popping don’t get me wrong and not in a bad way Amy, you look amazing, really the, well, the high school boyfriend comment, that sort of slammed a world of reality down on me.”

“That’s what we were, we were an actual couple for most of my high school 3rd year, my senior year was a nightmare, we were way better as friends than as a couple Ty, we were a lousy couple.” She was smiling and not being harsh, her tone somewhat softly nostalgic, it was in fact a long time ago.

“Come on, that’s a bit extreme don’t you think ?”

“Really ? You really think ?” She said, again somewhat amused and again not in anything more than the nostalgia of it “we had a good few months, you know Kit and the Quarantine and then I won the Ring of Fire and rather than joining me and perhaps a later bike trip in the summer to see some of the world you decided that you needed to go off alone for a few weeks. So, after the excitement of motels with my dad on tour and while I spent the rest of the summer working and doing what used to be your job on top of mine you came home almost 4 months later with a huge dose of misplaced maturity and Blair. Then Chase stuck his nose in, we were a good couple for 7 months, maybe. Look Ty, I know about what Grandpa did and he told me what led up to that talk and him sending you off. I don’t know what brought you to that point or why you didn’t come home, but it was your decision, we all had to live with your decision.”

“Looking back, I don’t know either honestly.”

“And I don’t know what would have happened if you had but I do know this, my life with Mitch and our kids feels so right to me that I can’t imagine life without him being a part of it, I’m not saying this to hurt you Ty, but your best days are still ahead of you.”

“So this is the honest conversation part we didn’t do back then huh ?”

“This is it.”

“How do you do it and go on together ?”

“You say it, get it out of your system and have sex, then you fix it in the morning.” She answered smiling.

“Well to be fair we weren’t, at the time, you know.” He said smiling.

“That’s true”, Amy agreed and immediately blushed and then agreed with a smirky smile and a nod, “hey, you’ve, you know, since, right ?”

“Huh ?” Then realizing she meant had sex, “oh, oh yeah, no worries.”

“So, you’re still driving a classic truck I see, what’s that an early 70’s GMC ?”

“Yeah,’73, hey, whatever happened to Harley and Old Blue ?”

“After a while Caleb took Harley because, well, it broke my heart to see him every day and he eventually found him a nice home with a couple kids who were going to share him.”

“Sorry, I really wanted to,,,,, forget it. And the truck ?”

“Grandpa kept the truck running and in front of the house for months figuring if nothing else you’d show up in the night and drive it off but you didn’t and one day it wouldn’t start so he hauled it next to Goldie swearing he’d fix it one day.”

“So it’s just sitting there rotting ?”

“Well no actually, about the time Caleb sold Harley I was sick of looking at it so I got rid of it.”

“You sold it.”

“Well, in the interest of honesty, not exactly.”

“What does that mean, exactly ?”

“I attached the promise ring to the ignition key and had it crushed.”

“You had it crushed ?”

“I needed closure Ty, it was invigorating, a grand release of emotions.”

Ty stared at her for a few seconds in shock and then Amy started laughing and then holding her stomach bent over and laughing. “I’m sorry Ty.”

“It’s Ok” he said laughing along with her.

“Oh here, give me your hand.” She said reaching out, she loves it when I laugh “come on silly give me your hand” she prodded seeing the look on his face.

Finally she grabbed his hand and hauled it over, “come here I don’t bite,” gently she turned his palm and lay it over the right side of her belly holding her hand over his. A few seconds later she smiled, “there, feel that ?”

When she stretched out her leg rather than kicking Ty identified a second feeling and realizing it was really no different that any animal understood “that’s a stretch.”

“That’s it” she said gently releasing the pressure. “I think we’ll call her Marion, it’s time. Marion Fleming Cutty.”

“That’s really great, so Lyndy.”

“Lyndy Sarah, Mitch’s grandmother. Jackson Timothy and Marion no middle yet.”

“And Luke was it ?”

“Luke Kashani. I guess we’ll need something for a toast, is there a place to get some wine close by ?

“I have beer for dinner and a couple bottles of champagne I can donate to the cause. You drink ?”

“Oh no, I‘ve had a couple sips of champagne as toasts, wedding night and the like, but not, no, I don’t. Especially pregnant.”

“It was just a question Amy.”

She smiled and nodded, “you wouldn’t by any chance have any ice in there for the water ?”

“There’s an ice machine in the barn for ice packs and stuff.”

“You get the champagne, I’ll do the ice.” She said pushing herself up with a grunt.

He smiled watching her move, almost awkwardly, before turning to the house while she walked slowly into the barn.

She wasn’t at the table when he returned and neither were the pitchers so he walked over to the barn where he found the pitchers full of ice on a small table by the barn door and then heard her on the other side by the paddock. Following her voice he turned around the barn and found her engrossed in conversation with the three rescues she had never met. He stood there watching her and the horses who seemed very anxious to be close. The soft sing song pater of her voice a sweet memory for him, the miracle girl.

She turned and smiled “Oh hey, I saw them and figured I’d say hi. We should probably get them stalled and fed.”

“As soon as the guys get back we’ll get it done, you’re wearing a dress, come on.”

They returned to the table after Ty filled the cooler he carried out with ice as well, as a truck Amy did not know pulled up and an early 40’s woman stepped out and over. She had a welcoming smile and a pretty face.

Amy looked up and smiled, “you must be Kelsey, it’s good to meet you, I’m Amy Fleming, Mitch’s wife” she finished extending her hand.

“Kelsey Burton, good to meet you Amy,”

“Sit, relax, we’re waiting for Mitch and Matt to get back.”

“How far along are you if you don’t mind my asking.”

“Little over 5 months I guess, you have kids ?”

“Two, one about to start high school and one about to go to college. Mitch said this is your third, we never got to three before the arguing got too bad, we married way too young.”

They all turned as Mitch’s truck came onto the property, the large Cummins Diesel was not quiet as it pulled up.

Amy smiled when he got out the cab and opened the back door along with Matt repeating the act on the passenger side.

Ty walked off to grab the cooler he had put by the barn and offered beers to all. Amy poured a few waters on her side of the table as Kelsey helped with the food and Mitch and Matt led the horses into the barn.

Once laid out Kelsey examined the table.

“This is a lot of food you guys.” Kelsey said.

Mitch who had come out the barn wiping his hands on a paper towel glanced over at Amy who grinned and him and made a face “don’t you dare.” She said blushing.

“Still eats her weight ?” Ty asked seeing the exchange only to have a dinner roll thrown his way which he caught.

“Hey, what happened to civilized dinner ?” Ty said laughing before sitting down.

Dinner was long and drawn out. Kelsey and Ty talked about the practice, Matt had sheriff stories and Amy and Mitch talked about adventures of their own and their kids. Amy was surprised at the chemistry between Kelsey and Ty and the looks they passed to each other like old friends but maybe something more. Amy was past the age thing, her dad and Casey and Jack and Lisa proved that. She was not surprised at all that Ty was friends with Kelsey’s kids or that Ty caught every baseball and hockey game her sons played, in and out of school. At one point during a lull in the eating Ty lifted the champagne so that Amy could see.

“Good a time as any.” She said reaching for clean cups and passing them over.

“Champagne, what are we celebrating ?” Mitch asked.

“Us” Amy said as Ty passed cups around after the big pop.

“Why us ?”

“Because sweetheart congratulations are generally tendered when one is told he’s about to become a father, Clint called before, we have a 9 year old foster son arriving Monday morning, Luke Kashani.”

“Luke Kashani, 9 years old, wow.” Mitch repeated.

“Congratulations you two, that’s wonderful” Kelsey announced raising her glass and tapping it to Mitch’s and then Amy’s iced tea that Mitch remembered to get. Soon they were onto 9 year old boy stories and Amy reached out to grab the platter of ribs and dropped them. Not hard but everyone turned to her as she reached for her side.

“Easy girl, mom’s just grabbing for some ribs.” She whispered and then seeing Mitch’s look took his hand as she had Ty’s and then kissed his palm, something she had not done to Ty before placing it on the spot.

“She’s really going at it.” He said smiling and then leaned forward to grab the ribs and bring them closer for Amy who smiled and kissed him before pushing a few onto her plate.

“What do they put in this Cole slaw, it’s always awesome and I can’t figure it out.” Kelsey asked putting some on her plate.

“It’s horseradish” Amy said after swallowing.

“Is this a pregnancy thing ?” Matt asked “heightened palate ?”

Amy shrugged trying to swallow her next bite before answering, “It’s years of studying herbs and alternate remedies. Single ingredients are easy usually unless the tastes are ambiguous like licorice and anise. Or I guess it could be the pregnancy thing” she finished looking up with a smile.

Kelsey was the first to leave, she had to get home to her teenagers. Mitch and Amy said goodbye as they wouldn’t be seeing her in the morning. Matt was game to leave as well, he had an early shift in the morning but promised to stop before they left which was planned for 9:00 AM. Ty helped clear away and helped Mitch with stowing the table and chairs while Amy split the food as Ty insisted they take enough for lunch on the way home. He promised he’s see them in the morning so goodnights were easy.

Later in the evening in the afterglow of their lovemaking Mitch had gone to get some cold water for Amy who settled herself into her current comfortable position, on her left side, pillow between her legs and her arm perched on her belly. Mitch lovingly held the glass out and helped her take a drink without moving much or spilling and then settled as usual behind her, his arm sliding under hers as he leaned forward to kiss her shoulder.

“You had a chance to catch up with Ty ?”

“I did, it was nice.”

“He Ok ?”

“You were a bit right I think, the could have beens but we had a good talk, it went well.”

“Seemed to from my perspective. How about you ? Could have beens ?”

“Not on your life Mitchell Cutty, I couldn’t imagine spending my life with anyone but you.”

“Good to hear and back at you Amy Fleming.”

Amy leaned back as far as she could to catch his lips with hers for a moment before returning to her spot.

In the morning Amy woke to the closing of a car door and a truck start. Peeking out the window she saw Ty’s truck drive off and wondered if he was just getting out without a proper goodbye. When she finally showered and dressed and headed outside with a cup of tea and her breakfast of muffins and clementines she found a note tucked into the trailer door. It said that he was called away for a calving that wasn’t going well but expected to be back by nine when they were scheduled to leave.

Matt arrived after Mitch got his coffee going and decided to wait with them while it perked and join Mitch for a cup. He wasn’t surprised to find Ty gone for an emergency, that was his job as long as Kelsey had kids to get off to school and he was fine with it.

Before he left Matt got a call from Ty and explained that he was almost done but rather than make Mitch and Amy wait he’d meet them for their goodbye as a scenic pull off about 5 miles down the road south, the direction they were heading anyway.

Matt helped them pack up and load the horses, made sure they knew where to go and watched and waved as Amy pulled out first followed by Mitch and the trailer.

They parked and leaned against the overlook fence when Mitch received a text that Ty was on the way. He joined them 10 minutes later full of apologies that they discounted as completed unwarranted and totally understood.

Mitch went first and shook Ty’s hand before a brief bro hug and then walked off to close the trailer that they had opened for the horses benefit.

Amy walked over to Ty and gently ran a finger gently across his brow to move his hair away from his eyes.

“I’d forgotten just how green they were.” She said dropping her hand and smiling.

“Back home ?”

“I have to tell them Ty but we’ll leave contact up to you.”

“Thanks.”

Amy heard the door trailer handle locked into place and took a step forward to reach around Ty for a hug before stepping back.

“Find yourself a woman who loses herself in those eyes Ty and then hold on.”

“I’ll try ?”

“She can be a little older you know.”

“She’s my boss Amy.”

“And soon to be your partner, think about it, you’re a good catch with a big heart Ty Borden, it’s time to stop running. Oh, and I was technically your boss for a while there.” Then she leaned forward and kissed each of his cheeks gently. “Don’t be a stranger, you’d make Grandpa’s day with a call.”

“I will.”

“Goodbye Ty, it’s nice knowing you’re doing well.”

He walked her to her truck as Mitch got into the cab of his and Ty helped Amy in and watched her settle and buckle up before closing her door.

“Bye Amy, It was great seeing you and meeting Mitch.”

Amy smiled and nodded as Ty stepped back and she shifted into drive and drove out followed by Mitch who smiled and waved.

A few miles down the road Amy smiled when the next song was announced and she switched on the truck to truck radio to have Mitch join in when she started singing.

Together, they were the perfect couple.

“Almost heaven, West Virginia

Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River

Life is old there, older than the trees

Younger than the mountains, growing like a breeze

Country roads, take me home

To the place I belong

West Virginia, mountain mama

Take me home, country roads

All my memories gather 'round her

Miner's lady, stranger to blue water

Dark and dusty, painted on the sky

Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye ……..”

The End.

#heartland #heartland-fanfiction #amy fleming #ty borden #mitch cutty

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msjr0119 · 4 years

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Hold my girl

Part 5

No one really knows about TRR Main characters past …. Most of this series is based on flashbacks from her childhood. I’ve changed the main characters name to, Freya Johnson as Riley Brooks is used in my other series.

Freya is in love with Drake, but he hasn’t returned the feelings- instead just acts horrible towards her. Will Freya return back to Cordonia with the court or will she stay in the USA after the UN party.

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*****

“What do you mean you’re not coming back to Cordonia? Is it because of me? Because of the others? We all love you. I was going to ask you to be a Duchess. You came into our lives like a whirlwind. You brought us all together, you are the glue to our friendships.” Liam felt as if he couldn’t breathe- they had all failed her, he believed.

“No. I love you all. I truly do. I’m moving away- I’ve been offered a job. I’ll keep in touch with you all. I need a new start Liam. I’m so sorry.” Liam now felt as if his heart had stopped, not knowing at how the others would react to this news. A job is a job. She wouldn’t need a job if she returned with them- she was a close friend, he could provide for her or she could get a job in Cordonia.

“Please come back with us. We will all miss you.” His usual sparkly baby blues, were pleading with her to reconsider. Feeling guilty she was still in a dilemma about what to do.

“Liam, I can’t. I need a new start. Please don’t make my decision any harder than it already is. I will come and visit Cordonia every so often. I’ll keep to that promise. I need to pack my things and move them to Daniel’s. I’m leaving tomorrow.”

Liam didn’t want to argue, he thought about cancelling the Coney Island trip- instead he would just meet up with the others and explain what was happening. Between them all they could brainstorm how to change her mind.

“As long as you promise to visit us, and we will visit you. How about we cancel Coney Island. I’ll talk to the others. You can pack your things, we can meet up for a last super around five o’clock?”

“Sure. Let’s make it a night to remember.”

******

Freya left Liam, feeling guilty but also relieved after her heart to heart with him. Packing her belongings she had with her, she was willing to pay Maxwell to post the rest of her belongings from Cordonia. On route to meeting Daniel, she felt sad that she was not only leaving her new friends, but also Daniel and her parents.

“You ready?”

“Sure. Let’s go.”

Freya met Daniel at the bar, they were short on time but Freya knew they could do it in the short break Daniel had from work. They both got in his car and drove up to the grave yard.

Freya started crying as she walked up to her parents graves, holding the folder Daniel had given her. In it was pictures of her and Daniel she had taken when she returned to New York and then pictures of her and her new friends from Cordonia.

“Thanks for printing these off for me Dan, where would I be without you?” She smiled softly at him, he took her hand into his as they walked up to the headstones.

Grace and Paul Johnson

Beloved parents of Freya

They loved their second home- New York

Tragically passed away 19th February 2007 aged 38 and 39

Hey Mom. Hey Dad. Sorry I haven’t been to visit sooner. I miss you both so much. You would not believe what happened to me in the last few months. You always said I was smart. Would you think it was smart to go on an adventure to a different country with four men you’d only just met? More like crazy I’d say.

So the story begins when Daniel, ditched me at work to go on date with Lola. You remember Lola? The bitch at high school, the biggest mean girl. Well when he first mentioned he was going on a date with her a few years ago I nearly hit him to wake him up. But she started to hang about with us, and she really has changed. She’s lovely and she’s perfect for Daniel. I can’t wait to be godparents to their children ha.

Anyway Daniel ditched me and left me a rowdy table to serve. I looked over and there was three men- they were all so different. I was ready to kill Daniel at this point. He owed me. He owed me big time. I walked over and took their order when another man approached the group- I had never seen someone so handsome. He was so polite towards me, at the end of the night he asked how I was doing. What customer asks how the waitress is? He wanted to thank me for taking care of them all (maybe I do make a pretty good damn waitress- maybe better than my original fantasy job). It wasn’t until then that I realised they had come to New York as tourists for his bachelor party but they hadn’t really planned what to do. He asked for recommendations about clubs in New York and that he would want me to join them, so he could thank me for that night by buying me a drink.

Clubs are boring I thought. Or maybe I was just bored of them because I went every weekend with Dan and Lola- feeling like the third wheel. I suggested going to the ‘secret spot’. The guys loved it. They all let loose. The bachelor- Liam, didn’t seem to be having as much as a good time as the other three. He told me the only thing he wanted to do in New York was to see liberty - typical tourist! Then I had a crazy thought- I’d only just met him and the others and then I was pulling out all the stops to get him there. I contacted John the guy who owns all the boats, asking him to take myself and Liam there. We snuck away from the beach and met John. On the boat Liam’s eyes lit up like he was a kid in a candy shop. He kept mentioning how he wished he could have freedom like liberty- that’s when he told me he was the crown prince of a country called Cordonia. It was a small country in the Mediterranean. We stayed there and admired the view. Just before we left he said he admired my adventurous spirit and that he would never forgot this night or me. That’s when we kissed. And that’s when I left him to find his friends and I walked back to my apartment.

The next morning I went for my usual run around Central Park before making my way towards to bar to start the early shift. I’d offered to work it as Daniel would have been hungover after his date with Lola. I walked into the bar and saw Daniel there. He explained that he was fine to work and to stick to the original rota. So that gave me the day off. As I left, I heard a man shout my name as he ran up to me out of breath. It was Maxwell, one of the men from the previous night. Maxwell reminded me so much of Daniel, fun, always up for a laugh, just genuinely a nice guy.

He explained how in Cordonia all the noble houses could sponsor a girl to win Liam’s heart and become his princess. Maxwell and his older brother Bertrand didn’t have anyone to sponsor as they didn’t have a sister. What have I got to lose I thought? Only my job, and Daniel but we are like glue. It wouldn’t be losing him it would be a ‘see you soon’. Without hesitation I agreed with Maxwell’s suggestion. He seemed so happy. I thought this would be an adventure of a lifetime. I could make new friends, Maxwell would make a brilliant friend. I was intrigued to get to know about the noble life. For me it wasn’t all about Liam even though we had that connection.

After months of shit in the royal court, it was finally the coronation ball when Prince Liam would become king and choose his bride. In those months, I honestly felt like giving up and returning back home. I just wanted to be near you both. No one heard me, but I would cry every night in my room- who would have thought this was so hard. I am a strong person, I don’t take any shit. I had bitches fucking with me, a man practically try to rape me, and then the former king screw my reputation up,throw me out of his country and make everyone hate me- everyone that is except my my closest friends. At the airport, I had guards surrounded me as if I was some criminal- it was suffocating. I just wanted the airport to announce that we was boarding on the plane back to home. Finally the call was announced and I grabbed my bag and went to the queue, that was until the Beaumont brothers begged me back- I mean practically in tears begging me back haha. I was doubtful about returning, seeing everyone, everyone making their own assumptions up about me. But then I remembered everything you taught me- to never give up, be strong, and never lose those close to you. I am Freya Johnson, I will never give up!

On return to court, I had to endure the engagement tour. I couldn’t care less about the engagement, all I wanted to do was clear my name! The only good thing about this tour was visiting cities in Europe and spending time with my friends.

The reason I am here writing this is because the end of the tour ironically is here at home, in New York. Yesterday, I finally cleared my name. Found the man who was responsible, he did a statement and now everyone is up my arse. I feel so relieved. And I hope you are proud of me.

Freya ended reading what she had written, Daniel was next to her and put his arms around her.

“Bloody hell freya, you don’t do things by half. The last few months have been like you’re staring in a movie. They would be so proud of you. As we all are.”

“Thanks Dan. I’ve missed you. In a way I will miss this shitstorm and the entertainment. But I’m ready to be free and move on.” She laughed.

“So now that’s done. Where are we placing the other things? Is there an order you want to put them in?” Freya retrieved the photos that she had asked Daniel to print off and placed them around the graves.

The photos I am leaving are of people that have come into my life and changed it. They all are so different and I love them all. Who’d have known that little Freya from London would have grown up to have the most incredible people look after her and care for her. I don’t know in what direction my future is heading, but with all these people in it even at a distance, I know it’s going to be a brighter one.

I don’t know when I will be back or how often I’ll be back. But don’t either of you ever forget that I love you both always. You’re both forever in my mind and my heart. You have both turned me into the woman I am today and I am grateful for you both letting me into your life’s twenty years ago.

I know that I am going to cherish my children as much as you did me- you’d both spoil your grandchildren so much and pour all the love to them. I wish you could walk me down the aisle dad when the time comes. I hope- no I know for a fact you are looking down on me as I am always looking up at you both.

Your loving daughter,

Freya Johnson xoxoxox

“Thanks for coming with me. I needed to do this.”

“I’ll keep an eye out for them don’t worry. So when can myself and Lola visit Vegas?”

“Whenever, you want. Hey, why don’t you both get married at the chapel?” Daniel cocked a brow, knowing she was joking- or so he had hoped. “I need to meet them all. Only Liam knows, I owe them all an explanation. I’ll see you tomorrow morning before I leave.”

******

Liam explained that they were all meeting for an early dinner- the others all went to Coney Island regardless of Liam’s and Freya’s absence. Meeting at the restaurant, they all noticed Liam and Bertrand looking defeated.

“What’s up? Where is Blossom?” Maxwell barely said as he was scoffing his face with candy floss.

“I don’t know Max. Liam told her five o’clock. If there was anything that she was taught from her time in Cordonia it would be to be punctual.” Liam shook his head, this was no time to criticise Freya.

“So, I called my engagement off with Madeleine. I met up with Lady Freya before. Informed her that I was going to ask her to marry me. Her face faltered, I knew deep down she would refuse. Then she opened up to me about a lot of her past....” Liam had informed Bertrand prior to the others arriving about the heart to heart with Freya. Drake and Maxwell looked at each other concerned, Drake whispered “I told you he would propose”, Maxwell swallowed hard knowing he was now involved in this possible love triangle even if Liam technically didn’t propose.

“Lady Freya isn’t returning to Cordonia.” They all gasped at Bertrand’s statement. When she mentioned it to Maxwell at the UN party he honestly thought she was bluffing.

“If anyone can convince her to come back with us it’s Daniel. Liam, Drake do you remember how to get to the Dive bar?”

******

Daniel stared at the clock at work, it was 7pm. He had taken a late lunch break to meet Freya to visit her parents. One more hour left, he thought. In an hour he would have to find that person to give the note from Freya.

“Please just find them and give them this. I couldn’t bare to face them all at the restaurant. They probably won’t remember how to get there. That night was a bit of a blur. They will be at this address. If they aren’t in the hotel bar, their room is 36 on the ground floor. I can’t keep this from them anymore.”

“Don’t feel pushed into telling them all now if you don’t feel ready Frey. They will understand.”

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to do it if I don’t do it now Dan. I’d be grateful if you tried to help me. I’ll be waiting in the usual place. I’ll see you before I leave for Vegas, okay?”

After what Freya had told him that morning, Daniel knew he had to do his best to help his friend. She deserved all the happiness in the world. If it didn’t work out, he had assumed that she would return back home to New York and he would be there to support her as he always had done. He began to clean the bar, when the doors swung open.

“Daniel! Where’s Jono?”

“Drake? Hi.”

Shit. What is he doing here? Has Freya backed out of her plan?

Just then a beautiful lady smiled at Daniel. His heart sank.

“Hi. My names Hana. Have you seen Freya?” She asked softly.

“Hi Hana. I’m Daniel. I haven’t seen her since this afternoon. I met her for an hour earlier on. She er... she.”

“Is she okay?” Maxwell asked, his lip began to tremble.

“Er, why don’t you guys take a seat I’ll get you all a drink.”

Drake, Liam, Maxwell and Hana all sat down in the same booth that the gentlemen did that night. If Daniel didn’t have a date that night, none of them would have met Freya.

“Thank you Daniel. My names Liam and this is Maxwell. Is she okay? I’m worried that this may be all my fault?”

Daniel put his head down. He knew exactly what Liam meant. Liam had confessed that he would have proposed to Freya earlier on this morning and that he was considering asking her to become a Duchess. Of course he would think that there was a possibility that it was his fault. She had told Daniel she was distant with all her friends when she dropped of the spontaneous letter, not meaning to be she was just thinking about her parents as well as her past and her new beginnings.

Daniel felt bad knowing the truth as to why she didn’t meet them and the guilt when he saw these four people worrying about her. He didn’t want Freya to push them away because she was only used to Daniel and his family caring for her once Grace and Paul had passed away.

“Liam. It’s not your fault. She er. She.” They all looked at him worried and confused- waiting impatiently for him to elaborate.

“She had things she had to do. Things she always did when she lived here.” Maxwell looked extremely upset and started to think.

Things she always did when she lived here? Is she missing it here? Did I drag her away from a family? From more friends? From a life?

“I finish at seven. I will elaborate then. Okay?” They all nodded in unison, wondering what he was keeping from them. Drake walked over to the bar to order another round, Daniel was due to finish in ten minutes. Daniel poured a whiskey, a scotch and two cocktails. Whilst he was doing this Drake whispered to him.

“Hey Daniel, what are you keeping from us? We just want to know that she’s okay? Why is she thinking about not coming back with us? If so we’d like to say goodbye at least.”

“Drake it’s nothing like that. I swear. It’s not my business to tell you what we did in that hour but I feel like I need to betray Frey and show you all.”

“What do you mean betray her?”

“Oh drake.. She..had to visit some people. I will take you all there. There’s something you all need to see. Is a lady called Olivia with you all? I think she needs to see this too?”

Olivia? Wtf is going on?

“Er yeah. She is. I’ll text her to come now.”

Daniel hated doing this. But if Freya wasn’t going to open up to her friends he would help her.

Please don’t hate me Freya. I’m doing this because I care for you. No one will judge you. We all love you.

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darthspideys · 5 years

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Easier ~ 1

(Y/N) and Peter Parker don’t talk. There are a million reasons why, (or maybe there’s just one big reason). Both of them are dealing with the aftermath of tony starks death and not healthy ways. In an effort to get back to normal, they both go on the school trip to Europe, only to be thrust right back into the hero world. Someone needs to be the next Iron Man, but are either of them really ready for that?

“Everyone wants a happy ending, right? But it doesn’t always roll that way. Maybe this time.” -Tony Stark

“FRIDAY pull up yesterday's model.” (Y/N) put her feet up on the work table, and chewed absentmindedly on the twizzler in her hands. “Please.” She added, quickly though she knew the AI wouldn’t know the difference.

“Yes Ms. Stark, one minute.” The AI responded, slowly piecing together the model of the machine (Y/N) had been working on since the day after her father's funeral. Once it was fully together, she stood up, and played around with it for a couple of minutes. She grew and compressed edges, poked at the hologram and moved it around in circles. She wasn’t doing it for any type of research, or actually contributing to the design at all. The truth was that she was stuck.

After the couple minutes of playing with it were over, (Y/N) sat down again in the chair and let out a long frustrated sigh, as quietly as she could so no one in the house could hear her. “This has to work.” She said, biting down on the candy so hard she bit her tongue, “I don’t have any other options.” She thought for another minute and almost screamed out of frustration, “This has to work.” She threw her hands in the air, dramatically and one of the wrenches from the nearby workspace flew into her palm without warning.

She dropped it as soon as she could, and shook her hand witch glowed purple for a second before flickering out. “Ouch.” She rubbed her hand before looking back at the model. “Keep it together Stark, your going to figure this out. You have to figure it out.”

“FRIDAY tell me about the theory of the multiverse.”

(Y/N) tapped her fingers on the edge of the table as she listened. “According to MIT physicist Max Tegmark, ‘Our entire universe may be just one element — one atom, as it were — in an infinite ensemble; a cosmic archipelago.’ Which means that we could exist on one plane, next to a variety of different universes where dinosaurs still exist, or the Earth never formed at all.”

“But it can be smaller changes to right? Like for example Thanos never came to Earth, never found it in the first place?”

“Yes.”

“Pull up the model labeled time machine please?”

“Yes, Ms. Stark.”

(Y/N) stood up again and looked over the model her father had made months ago, right before the time heist as he had called it. He thought it was a time machine, but through her research, she’d found that he was wrong, they were all wrong. “Friday pull up the Banner audio file, the one I stared, and my research pages all side by side with the model.”

She’d done this multiple times the past few days, since she’d hit a wall on what to do with all the information she’d gathered. It had all started two days after her father's funeral, when Uncle Steve had gathered all the stones, and got ready to return them all back to their respective timelines. She’d been watching from afar, mostly because she knew that one of them was going to give her the pity face if they knew she was there. But bruce had said something about the “ancient one” telling him that if they didn’t return the stones then that reality would be in trouble and branch off.

(Y/N) had been in the woods that day to steal the stones. Looking back she knew the plan had been concocted only in grief and that in practice it wouldn’t have worked at all. Sure, she could’ve easily gotten the stones by pulling the briefcase out of caps hand with her powers and then making a run for it. But, she didn’t have a gauntlet to put them on, and there were heros lingering everywhere and it would only be a matter of time before someone caught her. Good thing she learned something else that day that would help her more than a few infinity stones ever could.

“So in theory-” She mused, “I could use this device to create a portal, and use the secondary device to find a universe that has what I need, and poof, we have liftoff.” She smiled but it quickly faded once she realized that it wasn’t going to be that simple. “Yeah, and y’know build said machine, and use it without anyone finding out. And who knows what kind of hell is going to break loose once I do it.” She paused, “FRIDAY has anyone else tried to build tried to build a similar machine to the model?”

“One second.” The table hummed as the AI searched through data. “Four months ago, the details and blueprints of the model were given to an american company for research purposes concerning the quantum realm.”

“Stark industries?”

“Fisk industries.”

“Your kidding.” (Y/N) sat up, “You have got to be kidding me. FRIDAY why wouldn’t the information be given over to our own in house researchers?”

“I don’t know, Ms. Stark.”

“This is proprietary technology, created by Tony Stark himself, and your telling me that they sold it off to Wilson Fisk, this could be extremely dangerous, who’s to say someone doesn’t just use this to go back and get the infinity stones?” (Y/N) said. “What about Hank Pym? Did he sign off on giving over the pym particles and suits to contribute to this ‘research’?”

“No, the agreement states that the researchers are bound to Non disclosure agreements outside of the company heads and scientific officers, and that they are only allowed to experiment with the machine itself, they can’t send anyone through time using it.”

“You mean through dimensions, or universes.” (Y/N) threw her hands in the air, “This is crazy. Who signed off on this?”

“Ms. Potts, and the construction of the device was supervised by Mr. Scott Lang.”

“Construction? Why didn’t they use the one that they used to return the stones?”

“Dr. Banner destroyed that one as soon as the returning of the stones was completed, with the understanding that it wasn’t needed because no was was going to use it again.”

“Well he thought wrong apparently.” She leaned back into the chair and twirled around a screw in the air. “FRIDAY pull up the documents you quoted earlier, the agreement between Stark industries and Fisk industries.” (Y/N) peared over the documents for what felt like forever before standing up and pacing around the table. “FRIDAY is the machine done?”

“Yes ma’am.” The AI replied. “Mr. Lang left the site three days ago, and confirmation was sent to Ms. Potts Yesterday. I believe it is fully operational.”

“Oh my god.” She sighed and sat back in the chair. “How did she not tell me about this? Why didn’t she say anything? Holy crap. FRIDAY where is the machine?”

“Amsterdam.”

“Wait what? Why would it be in Amsterdam? Fisk industries has its headquarters in New York.”

“I’ve found a document that says something about avoiding taxes and American regulators.”

“Well, that makes sense.” She sighed before her eyes lit up with an idea. “Wait for a second, I’m going to Europe in 48 hours. If I can make my model, then I’ll be able to get it to the one in Amsterdam-and this could work.” She stood up in surprise and put both hands on the table smiling over the model in front of her. “This could totally work. It could work. FRIDAY keep the time machine model up and pull up the Dimensional tracker next to it.”

“One minute.”

“This is so happening.”

“What’s happening?” Another voice asked. (Y/N) turned in surprise to find that the door to the garage was open and the outline of someone glistened in the moonlight. “What are you doing in here?” It was Peter. Crap.

“Nothing.” She paused, moving in front of the hologram so that he couldn’t see. “FRIDAY turn it off.”

“No, wait.” He walked into the garage and tried to look past her at the table. “FRIDAY pull it up again.”

“Yes, Mr. Parker.” The hologram pulled up again and glowed behind (Y/N).

“Nope!” She shouted, getting onto the table, and laying down across it in the most nonchalant way possible. “Peter! Whatcha doing here? What's up bro? How’s life been dude-bro?”

“What are you hiding?”

“Nothing. FRIDAY turn it off, and put it under passcode lock.” She turned back to Peter. “Nothing, absolutely nothing. What are you even doing here? I thought you left.”

“It was getting late and I didn’t want to drive back, so Pepper said I could just stay the night.”

“Oh lovely, nice, good for you. The guest room is super classy, very nice decor, very homey. What are you doing out here? In the garage? Looking for ghosts? Because I know that there’s one at the end of the dock but you have to like jump into the water to see it-”

“I know your hiding something.”

“What? Me? Hiding things? That’s crazy. When have you ever known me to hide things?”

“All the time. It’s what you do.” He replied, coldly, narrowing his eyes at her. “Look if you won’t tell me, then I’m just going to go tell Pepper that something is going on in here and I guess she’ll figure it out.” He turned and walked out of the garage and into the night.

“No!” (Y/N) shouted. And the door slammed in Peters face suddenly, the door knob locking itself due to her powers. “Don’t tell Pepper. Look it’s nothing Peter, I’m just looking at stuff my dad was working on, old projects. Okay?” He gave her a suspicious look. “I can’t sleep, Pete. I haven’t been able to in a while, and this helps.” She wasn’t exactly lying about that, she hadn’t been able to get a good night's sleep in the last six months. “So don’t tell her please? She’s gonna get all worried and then send me back to therapy, or get me meds or something.”

Peter thought it over, turned around to face the door so that she couldn't see him. As much as he was mad at her, and he really was, he still cared. He cared enough to be worried about her, and how she was coping with everything and what she was really doing. But he knew that getting Pepper involved would just make the whole thing so much worse, so he told himself that they were going on a trip with each other in two days and he would be to keep an eye on her for the whole time.

“Fine. I won’t say anything.”

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violetsmoak · 4 years

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Pieces of April [10/?]

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21099044/chapters/50202530

Summary: On the anniversary of his death, Jason’s second life takes an abrupt new turn and he’s faced with a challenge that neither Batman nor the All-Caste prepared him for.

Rating: PG-13 (rating may change later)

Warning(s): Past Jason/Isabel, kidfic, minor canon character death (pretty sure you can guess who), I’ll add more warnings/tags as I think of them.

Canon-Compliance: Takes place in between the two RHATO series, so after Roy and Kori and before Artemis and Bizarro. Jason and Isabel Ardila

First Chapter

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If Tam is uneasy conversing with a legally dead man, she hides it well. She doesn’t ask him how he’s involved in Gotham’s nightlife, and he doesn’t volunteer. Instead, for a few hours, she distracts him with stories of Tim’s more paranoid and dramatic antics, including but not limited to her having the chase him halfway across Europe while he was searching for Batman.

“Of course, I didn’t know that’s what he was doing,” she tells him, sitting cross-legged on the sofa across from the bed. “I thought he was just trying to find himself or whatever rich playboys do when their dad dies. And then I walk into my hotel room one night, and there he is on my bed, dressed in bright red Kevlar and bleeding out next to a woman with a slit throat.”

“Hell of a way to discover your boss is a vigilante,” Jason snorts.

“Well, I already knew there was something weird about him considering all the trouble I went through trying to track him down, but honestly the worst I thought was him owing someone money.”

“You thought the millionaire wunderkind owed people money?”

“It could happen,” Tam defends herself. “I almost wish it had been that. We have lawyers for that kind of thing. But no, it’s all ‘League of Assassins’ and ‘cults of death’.” She rolls her eyes. “I’m surprised he hasn’t lost more than his spleen.”

That Jason didn’t know.

Of course, it’s not like he peruses the mainframe for an up-to-date list of injuries everyone has. At least, not since he stopped trying to take any of them out. But losing an organ was a hell of a sacrifice to make for the sake of tracking down Bruce.

Hope the old man was grateful at least.

Tam goes on to talk about a ploy by the League to kill all the Bats and their allies (which Jason probably only missed out on due to being in space at the time), which somehow devolves into a rant about Tim’s increasingly extra cold war with Vicki Vale that involved their fake engagement and him spending a year in crutches to prove a point (Jason thinks he remembers Kory pointing that out to him in one of her gossip magazines once), and at last a full-on tirade about lying to her about her father’s death.

“You’re at least gettin' hazard pay, right?” he asks. “It’s not like he can’t afford it.”

“Oh, you have no idea,” she replies with a hard smile that wouldn’t be out of place on one of Gotham’s rogues.

Their conversation finally comes to an end around two o’clock in the morning when Tim returns, hair slicked with sweat and bruises on his face.

“What happened?” Tam asks, getting to her feet. “I thought you said you were only going out to keep an eye on things.”

“I ran into Robin while I was out, and we exchanged certain words. And certain fists.”

“Why?” Jason wants to know, immediately tense at any kind of Bat attention, even if it’s not on him.

“The demon brat wants me back to San Francisco as soon as possible because Gotham’s “his city”,” Tim replies, making air quotes.

“Jesus, the apple really didn’t fall far with that one, did it?”

“I actually think it’s his way of checking up on me. If he intended to hurt me, there’d have been sharp objects involved, or he’d have cut my line while I was in midair again.”

“He did what?”

Damn, Jason’s tried to kill Tim before, but he at least had the stones to do it to his face. That sneaky shit is straight-up League tactics.

“Misunderstanding,” Tim dismisses. “But this is good. If he thinks I’m just staying here to stick it to him, he’s not about to go asking questions or dig deeper. He’ll just take it as a challenge to go out on patrol more and try to one-up me that way.”

“And if he complains to anyone at the manor, they’ll shrug it off as his usual gripin' about you,” Jason catches on.

“Exactly.”

It’s kind of genius, actually.

“And that’s my cue to leave. One of us needs to not fall asleep in the boardroom,” Tam announces, eyes wide and somewhat bemused at their conversation.

She might be in the know, but clearly doesn’t quite understand the dynamic between Tim and the youngest Bat. Jason’s not sure he fully understands it himself. He’d wager it’s something like the way he and Dick were when they were younger, only with more actual attempts at murder.

(And Damian might be a lethal little monster, but Jason knows if Tim one day decides to abandon Bruce’s golden rule and really start trying, the little demon will be taken out before he even knows what hit him.)

“That was once,” Tim is grousing. “And we’d just stopped a secret order of owls from taking over Gotham. I earned that nap.”

Tam gives a groaning sigh—clearly, it’s an old argument—and turns to Jason.

“Don’t look at me, I’m actually on his side for this one,” he shrugs.

Tim blinks. “Really?”

“Don’t make it weird, Drake.”

That night was a pain in the ass. Freeze and an undead owl acrobat at the same time? Not fun.

Tam’s brow furrows.

“I have questions,” she says slowly, “but they can wait. I really do need to sleep.” She digs into her pocket and presses something into Jason’s hand—a business card with her name on it. “If you need anything and Tim’s not around—or if Tim is around but glued to a computer screen or something—give me a call.”

Jason stares at the card, not entirely sure what to say to that.

“See you, Tam. Want me to walk you to your car?”

“I know the way out. Besides, I ordered an Uber, I’m fine. Go shower and get some sleep, mister.”

She leaves.

“Did she just...decide that we’re friends?” Jason asks Tim after she’s left.

The younger man huffs. “I think she’s just happy to find someone who she can complain to about me and my nighttime shenanigans who actually gets it.”

“Yeah, except I get the other side of it.”

“She doesn’t know that.”

Jason shakes his head, shoving the card in his jacket pocket.

Criminally insane villains I get; people are weird.

“So other than bondin' with the kid, what’d you get into tonight?” Jason asks, not really interested but wanting to gloss over the puzzling interaction.

“Murder at a construction site near Newtown,” Tim replies, clearly picking up on Jason’s unease. “Someone called in a tip and the police found a boy encased in concrete.”

“Mob hit?”

“Most likely. And a weighty one. Giancarlo Gazzo’s kid.”

Jason raises his eyebrows. “Shit.”

“Exactly. Could be just the usual competition for contracts, but it’s more likely a prelude to an all-out mob war. It’ll definitely justify me sticking around here for a while.”

“Unless B decides to take over.”

“He won’t. Selina’s in town, so he’s going through one of his trusting periods where he respects us all doing our own thing. I give it another month or so before he starts up with the micromanaging.”

“You have two much faith in him. I give it two weeks.”

Tim looks like he has something he wants to say to that, but chooses not to. Instead, he jerks his head toward the hallway. “I’m going to shower. Do you need anything? I don’t think I said so before, but you can help yourself to anything in the kitchen.”

“Nah. Go take a shower, Bruce 2.0. You stink like grotty socks.”

“I’m sure you smell like a rose at the end of a patrol.”

“And don’t you forget it,” he quips back as Tim leaves.

As soon as he’s gone, Jason’s irreverent façade vanishes and he falls back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling blankly.

What am I doing?

This morning seems so far away, almost like it happened weeks ago. Waking up ignorant of the possibility of having a kid and intending to do nothing more in his near future than get completely shit-faced. Tomorrow (today?) things were supposed to go back to normal, to Jason’s usual routine of patrolling his neighborhood and avoiding people like Tim.

And now he’s staying in Tim’s apartment.

Because in a few days he’s going to bring home his daughter.

His stomach twists again at that thought, still having trouble with the word.

Did Roy ever feel like this?

Sure, he was shocked at the big reveal, but then he threw himself into being a dad. He wanted it. Hell, Bruce had wanted to be a father. He wanted Jason once, had even adopted him after all the crap Jason put him through in the beginning. Having a kid was never a burden to him, even if he’d gotten a lot wrong, and he took to the idea much faster than Jason’s doing now.

Maybe it’s because he had practice with Dick. Or the fact we were all older and not babies. Made it less terrifying.

Though Jason’s not sure he would be any less messed up if it were ten years from now and Isabel was introducing him to a preteen daughter.

Different sort of terrifying, I guess. Even Bruce would be better at adapting to that than me.

And Jason would really like to know why his thoughts keep circling back to Bruce.

“Because he’s your dad, moron,” Roy’s voice echoes in his head. “Now grow a pair and start thinking like an adult.”

Jason privately maintains he’s been having to think like an adult all his life, why can’t he have a day off for once?

An awareness hits him of being watched and he sits up, noticing that Tim has returned and is standing framed in his door. His shower-damp hair hangs past his chin and he’s dressed in a T-shirt and flannel pants, but he still manages to look as stiff and business-like as if he’s about to walk into a meeting. Of course, he always kind of looks like that to Jason, mostly because he can’t recall ever seeing him dressed casually before today.

Or yesterday.

Whatever.

“Can I come in?” Tim asks.

Jason shrugs. “It’s your place.”

“And it’s your room as long as you’re here.”

“Just get your ass in here,” he groans. He’s not sure what’s more annoying: when Tim’s managing him or trying to be considerate.

The younger man settles on the sofa where Tam was before, brow furrowed like he’s trying to decide what he wants to say. At last, he settles on, “I know you don’t want to, but the sooner we get out in front of this the better. We can’t just keep reacting.”

Jason glares. “It isn’t a PR problem, asswipe, it’s a kid.”

“Really? I hadn’t noticed while I was feeding and holding her and you were running away to have a freak-out,” Tim snaps. Before Jason can snarl back at him, he groans and rakes his hand through too-long bangs. Taking a deep breath, he makes a calming gesture. “Sorry. Anyone would be freaking out. The point I’m trying to make is that we need to know what we’re doing so we can plan properly. We can’t just sit here pretending like it’s going to go away.”

“You keep sayin' ‘we’, but the last time I checked, this is all on me.”

“No, it isn’t.” Tim’s borderline frustrated expression softens. “It takes two people, Jason. And it’s just as much on Isabel as on you. It’s sad she died—of course it is—but she also didn’t tell you something that was of vital importance. Especially considering who you are.”

“It’s because of who I am she didn’t tell me,” Jason replies quietly, trying not to show how much the other man’s words caught him off-guard. “And that’s on me.”

“And you say I sound like Bruce,” Tim mutters, rubbing the heels of his hands into his eyes. “Whatever. Stick a pin in that argument, it’ll keep.” He lowers his hands, staring at Jason with bleary eyes that are trying for serious. “Before we make any kind of arrangements, I need to know: are you absolutely sure you don’t want to keep her?”

“I can’t,” Jason croaks, a sharp pang hitting him in the gut. “I’d ruin her.”

Tim’s mouth thins. “I don’t think you give yourself enough credit, but okay.”

“Excuse me if I don’t buy that from the guy whose throat I literally cut.”

“And if you wanted me dead, I would be,” Tim dismisses. “You weren’t exactly you at the time.”

“I was me enough.”

“Would you stop trying to pick a fight with me?” Tim snaps then. “I’m trying to help you. I don’t need reminders of what a colossal asshole you’ve been to me in the past, I was there. This is about a kid. Your kid. And if you’re not going to keep her, then we need to know the best options for her.”

Jason feels a tiny prick of shame at that, but he tells himself it’s only because Roy offered him the same advice earlier.

“You and Safiya both said she was dating,” Tim goes on.

“And apparently it ended badly.”

“We don’t know for sure it ended because Isabel was pregnant,” Tim reasons. “It might have been for some other reason. Maybe we can appeal to the guy’s better nature.”

“You believe in the Tooth-Fairy too?”

“It’s an option.”

“It’s barely an option.”

“Still an avenue we can explore,” Tim insists. “Maybe after we’ve talked to her friends. She’s got to have someone other than Safiya who might take Luisa.” Jason startles a bit at the name, having temporarily forgotten about it. “Assuming you don’t want to keep her in Gotham?”

Jason isn’t entirely sure what he wants. On the one hand, Gotham is a cesspool, his home only because his blood is literally all over this city. There’s nowhere else he can imagine living. But if he’d had a choice? If as a child, his parents packed him in a car and drove him to anywhere the hell else? Things would have been very different.

And on the other hand, every kid deserves to know their parents, in some way. If they can find someone who knew Isabel better than Jason did, she won’t grow up completely separated from the woman who gave birth to her.

Tim appears to take his silence for disagreement because he goes on, “Then there’s adoption, of course. We keep it private, find and vet a family using our parameters—no need to even go through the system if that’s what you want—and it can be open or closed or whatever you want it to be.”

Jason nods mechanically.

“And you realize that to do any of this, you’re going to have to exist? Officially?” Tim points out. “No one asked for your information tonight because I caught them off-guard when I showed up. But that was a one-time thing.”

“Aw, come on, you tryin’ to tell me money doesn’t buy privacy? We both know that ain’t true.”

“Not about this. Not in the eyes of the government. You’re going to need to exist on paper, at least—and it won’t be the basic false identities you’ve been using the past few years,” Tim goes on. “Which is going to cause a whole slew of other problems, because once you’re a legal entity, it’s going to take a hell of a lot to make it go away when this is all over.”

“I’ll just fake my death.”

“Which might just make the wrong people start paying attention—not only to you but the rest of the family. It would be easier if you just stayed alive.”

Jason’s not entirely convinced. “Easier for who?”

“For everyone. The family. You. Even Luisa. What if 20 years from now she develops a hidden genetic condition, or gets into an accident, and you’re the only biological relative she has who can help? Or are you just going to completely wash your hands of her once you hand her off?”

The phrasing grates. “This isn’t me handin' her off. I’m tryin' to make sure she’s got a life, which is somethin' I can’t give her!”

“I’m not criticizing you,” Tim shoots back. “I’m just trying to make a point. Every option has pros and cons. You need to decide which ones you can live with. And which ones will still affect you even when she’s not here anymore.”

Jason folds his arms and scowls, trying to come up with an argument even though he knows the younger man has a point. It would be stupid not to prepare for every eventuality, especially given the way everyone in the Family has had something from their past spring up and bite them in the ass.

But bringing me back to life? It’s not something I ever considered when I got back to Gotham.

Jason Todd-Wayne was dead and would stay dead by his own choice. It was safer for everyone that way, surprise baby included. But then…this could also be a chance for him to start over, even if he didn’t keep her.

And having a name of his own—one that wasn’t tied to the record of a stupid Alley kid that jacked tires, or to Bruce Wayne’s dead son—might be kind of liberating.

And if it offers even a modicum of protection for Isabel’s kid…for his kid…

Jason took a deep breath, ruminating on it a further few seconds, and then nodded. “Fine. Let’s do it.”

Tim blinks as if he had been expecting much more argument than that.

“I’ll get started on that for you tomorrow then,” he says, almost hesitant.

"Great. Now get out of here," Jason snaps. "I've got a few hours of not-sleepin' ahead of me, and I can do that without someone to hold my hand, thanks."

The other man sighs and gets up. "Good night, Jason.

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radkimmie · 6 years

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Hola from Madrid! If you read the very short post I made yesterday with a video attached, you’ll know that I arrived at my new home and have spent the last few days getting adjusted. I’m not fully there yet; it will probably take me a couple of weeks before I can say I’ve fully adjusted to the way things are here in Spain. Photo 1 is the sunrise over Spain!

Traveling for about 12 hours straight isn’t fun, and nothing could have prepared me for the jet lag that hit me once I set my bags down in my new home. I arrived at 8:30am Madrid time, meaning I had a full day to try and rest. That didn’t make it easier, though! My body and mind were not in the best state those first 24 hours. I felt as if I would never fully rehydrate after so many hours spent on airplanes. It’s been tough getting into a schedule. Even today I’m still not quite over the jet lag. I haven’t been able to fall asleep until about 2:30am each night, no matter how hard I try. Hopefully that will end soon!

My family here in Madrid is amazing. The parents are extremely nice, and they’ve never hesitated to help me when I need it. They’re not the families I’m used to being surrounded by at home, no group of people could ever replace them, but I’m lucky to be with one that has welcomed me so quickly and lovingly. It definitely helps that they are both fluent in English (the mom is Australian, the dad went to school in the States), but I’m excited to begin my language course in a few days so I can start to communicate with the locals in their own language. Although I will say that I haven’t met one person who doesn’t know at least a little English. Photo 2 is the view from the dining room of my new home.

Madrid’s general schedule is quite different from what I grew up with back in Missouri. Breakfast is generally eaten around 10am, lunch at 2pm, afternoon tea or snack at 5pm, and dinner between 10pm and midnight. This is mainly because it doesn’t get dark until about 9:30pm, and most businesses don’t open until 10am or after. Many of these businesses also close from 2-5pm, and then reopen and stay open until 10pm or later. I would say it’s been hard to adjust to this eating schedule, but my jet lag has actually helped in this department. It’ll be interesting to go back to eating dinner at 6pm when I return home!

Let’s talk about my neighborhood, because, oh man, it’s beautiful. If you watched the video I posted, every shot that was taken in Madrid was taken within a 1 mile radius of the apartment. I was able to walk to all of those places in less than 15 minutes! This is because I now live in the very center of Madrid, in a neighborhood simply called Centro. Easy to remember. Coming from a fairly small city, and having lived in a tiny suburb at that, I’m not exactly used to being able to walk out of my front door to multiple restaurants, shops, cafes, and street vendors. I will be posting more about said shops and restaurants in September as August is a “holiday month” here in Madrid meaning almost all local businesses are closed for the month. Some streets in my neighborhood are completely deserted because of this! I’ll be happy once they open back up so I can actually check them all out. Photos 3-5 are of some of the buildings down my street.

But, that doesn’t mean I haven’t had anything to do. About 10 minutes from my apartment is possibly the biggest park I’ve ever seen in my life. It’s called Parque del Buen Retiro, and it’s beautiful. It’s been around since the 16th century, and has so much within its gates that even though I’ve spent hours there already, I’ve yet to see it all. Photo 6 is of on the main attractions, the Monument to Alfonso XII, which is on the Retiro Pond. You can rent row boats and go out on the water, or get a drink at the cafe next to it and enjoy the breeze that comes off the water. Not far from there I have found a public library, multiple play areas for kids, an exercising area for adults, a gym, tennis courts, plenty of other monuments and fountains, and numerous cafes, all within the park. I know there is also a crystal palace where peacocks live, and a rose garden, both of which I hope to find soon.

And if I’m not at the park, there’s tons of shopping--cheap shopping at that. Ever heard of a store called Primark? Because I never had, but it’s already becoming my new favorite place to shop. It has everything I could possibly need in it, and it’s all cute and cheap. There are also stores I could easily find at home, like Sephora and Adidas. I’ve also found numerous restaurants I never expected to find in Europe, such as KFC, Dunkin’ Donuts, and Steak n Shake. I’ve come to find that they have almost every fast food chain that we have in the States. While I don’t plan on eating at them often, it is nice to know that I’ll have the option of having comfort food from home if I feel like I need it.

Shopping and del Buen Retiro aren’t the only things to do here, though. About a minute walk from the apartment is the Prado Museum, a huge museum that I haven’t been to yet but plan on going more than once. There are hundreds and museums and art galleries in Madrid, and I can’t wait to find out which ones are my favorites. There are also festivities constantly going on here. Just this morning I walked outside with the intention of buying a reusable water bottle only to be distracted by the sound of trumpets and drums. Walking towards the Prado I found one of the longest parades I’ve ever seen happening. I’m still not quite sure what it was; the performers were flying the Mexican flag so I believe it was Mexican festival. Whatever it was, it was so much fun. The costumes are dancing were all amazing, as you can see in photo 7.

I guess that’s all I have to update you all on right now! I’m hoping to update every Sunday, although once my class starts and I begin my work as an au pair, it may vary each week. Adios!

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beast-bae · 6 years

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Title: Just Another Drive Home

Link: Ao3

Square Filled: Car Sex

Ship: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Rating: Explict

Tags: Car Sex, Alternate Universe - Human, Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Top Derek Hale, Top Derek Hale/ Bottom Stiles Stilinksi, Established Relationship, Sex in a Car, Returning Home

Summary:

Stiles gets back from a year abroad and Derek picks him up from the airport.

Word Count: 1823

Created for @teenwolfkinkbingo

Thanks in advance for reading <3

“Derek!” Stiles screamed when he saw him. He ran through the gate and jumped in his boyfriend’s arms. Derek caught him and pressed him close, as Stiles wrapped his legs around his midriff.

“Derek. Derek! DEREK!” he grinned and kissed him deeply, his arms around his neck. “God I missed you so much.”

“We just talked yesterday, Stiles.” Derek replied with a small smile on his face.

“We just… Derek… JESUS… Skype doesn’t count! I haven’t seen you in person for MONTHS!” Stiles exclaimed. “I just got off a plane from Europe to find out you didn’t even miss me.”

Derek leaned his forehead against Stiles’. “I can’t even put in words how much I missed you and you know that,” he said quietly before kissing him and then saying, “and now get off me, you’re heavy.”

Stiles let go of him, sulking. “I’m not heavy. Liar liar pants on fire.” He grabbed Derek’s hand and entwined their fingers. “Let’s get my bags. You’re carrying them!”

Derek sighed but he was incredibly happy that Stiles was back from his year abroad. Even though Stiles came back for Thanksgiving and Christmas, and they talked over Skype almost every day. It was more than good to have him back in the States, back at his side.

He'd missed Stiles’ endless babbles and his weird little quirks, like always having to flail around with his arms when trying to explain something.

While they picked up Stiles’ suitcase, Stiles did not once stop talking about the family who sat beside him on the plane, “... and the father. He NEVER stopped snoring. He slept the whole eleven hour flight. Horrible! Ah. That’s mine, there, Derek.” He nudged his arm. “The red one. Now we just have to wait for the second one.”

Derek grabbed the big red suitcase and pulled it off the baggage claim. “So yeah… where was I? Ah, yes, so the father was snoring so loud I could not sleep, so I had to make myself ear plugs out of tissues...” Stiles pointed out his second suitcase and Derek pulled it off too.

“Ready to go?” he asked.

“Yep” Stiles nodded, already having finished his rant about the family on the plane, just before going ahead to the exit. Derek followed him and definitely did not check him out from behind. Outside Derek lead them towards his Camaro. He was barely able to get both suitcases in the small trunk but he managed.

Before Derek let Stiles enter the car he gently grabbed him by the neck and pulled him close to kiss him again. “I really missed you too, Stiles. I love you so much how could I not miss you?”

Stiles grinned and after Derek finished what he said, he put his lips back on Stiles’. Derek pressed Stiles back against his car and deepened the kiss. His thumb brushing over the side of his face and his lower body pressing against Stiles’ when, suddenly, he was pinched in the back by Stiles.

“Come on. We need to go, make sure my dad doesn’t eat all of the food Melissa made,” he said before slipping under Derek’s arm and into the car. Derek groaned and let his head fall on the warm metal, then he pushed himself away from the car and went around it. By the time he entered the car and buckled up Stiles had already fiddled around with the radio and put on a indie station.

Derek started the car and pulled out of the parking lot, onto the street towards Beacon Hills. Stiles continued to talk about his flight and how sad it was to leave his European friends. While doing that he changed the radio station again, playing around with the buttons until he found a good song. Derek could not stop himself from glancing over and watching Stiles’ long, slender fingers. Occasionally he touched Derek’s biceps to regain his attention while talking and it drove him crazy but he just bit his lower lip and tried to concentrate on driving.

After a few minutes Stiles started to stretch. “Airplanes are so uncomfortable. They really could build in some comfy chairs. I mean they probably have comfortable chairs in first class but that just costs so much…” He stretched his arms over his head and his shirt rode up enough that Derek could see a small part of his happy trail when glancing over.

He pressed down on the gas pedal and took the first exit he saw onto a small forest road that looked rarely used. He stopped the car and turned off the engine.

“What the hell Derek? What are we doing - hmmpf.” Derek unbuckled his belt and leaned over the middle console to kiss Stiles and get him to stop talking.

“Stop talking.” he growled and unbuckled him. Then he pulled him over the console onto his lap.

“Jesus… Derek!” Stiles moaned and fisted his hands in Derek’s hair. “I didn’t know you missed me that much.”

“You drive me crazy Stiles.” He said between kisses. “It’s like you planned to make me like this.” Pushing his hips up he rubs his bulge in his pants against Stiles’.

He narrowed his eyes. “Stiles… don’t tell me…” Stiles avoided his eyes by looking out of the window biting his lip not to grin.

“You little shit.” He flicked Stiles nose with his finger before he kissed him again and opened his pants with his free hand, to palm Stiles’ dick through his boxers and make Stiles moan.

“Off… get it off,” said Stiles between kisses while he tried to pull Derek’s henley over his head. Derek parted them for a second to get out of his shirt and at the same time Stiles tried to get off his jeans and boxers. He almost hit his head twice and Derek once but he managed to get both off without any casualties and throw them on the backseat.

Derek leaned over and got a little bottle of lube out of the glove compartment. He squirted some on his hand and wrapped his fingers around Stiles’ dick. “You’re so hard for me Stiles. Fuck.” He started moving his hand up and down, jacking him off.

Stiles moaned and grabbed Derek’s shoulders to keep himself upright, his dick leaking pre-cum against Derek’s chest. “Derek come on… please... need your cock inside me.”

Derek released his hand from Stiles’ dick and earned a little upset noise from him. Then he got some more lube and grabbed Stiles’ ass with his clean hand to spread him slightly. He brushed over Stiles’ hole with a finger of his other hand.

Stiles moaned quietly as he pushed a first finger through the rim and Derek loved the look on his face, mouth open and eyes closed. Just a little later he added another finger and slowly started fucking and stretching him with his fingers. “Missed your fucking warm, tight hole. It’s been so long…” Between a lot more kisses he added more fingers until he was stretching Stiles’ hole with four.

Stiles, who was falling apart on Derek’s fingers, had leaned his whole weight on Derek’s chest. His dick rubbing against Derek’s abs every time Derek pushed his fingers into his loose hole. When Derek ordered him to open his pants and lube up his dick he had to push himself away from his chest, which resulted in Derek’s finger pushing deeper in him. He moaned loudly and then opened Derek’s belt and pants.

He grabbed the lube and poured some on his fingers. Shaking with pleasure he touched Derks dick and lubed it up. His fingers playing with the head and slit. “Fuck me Derek,” he whispered against Derek’s lips.

Derek moaned and captured Stiles’ lips with his while grabbing him by the hips and lifting him on his dick. Stiles angled the head against his rim and Derek lowered him down. Stiles whimpered and pushed himself downwards until he was fully seated in Derek’s lap with his dick inside of him. “Fuck, Derek… forgot how thick you are. Filling me up so good…” he moaned.

Derek grinned and started jerking his hips upward and fucking him hard and fast because he knew how much Stiles loved it. Stiles clawed his fingers in Derek’s shoulders and moaned some some unrecognizable words.

“You feel so good baby. Gonna cum in you and you’re gonna keep it inside the whole evening…” Derek kissed up his neck towards his lips. “You’re gonna feel it leak out while sitting at the dinner table, not allowed to go take a piss and to clean it up...” He grunted and tried to move faster and harder. “And tonight I’m gonna eat you out, lick my cum out of your hole and gonna make you nice and wet all over again. Gonna make you fall apart…”

His moves got unsteady and before he was about to cum he wrapped his hand around Stiles’ dick jerking him off while fucking him. Stiles came with a moan and his hole tightened around his dick. Derek grunted and came too, pumping his cum in Stiles ass.

Stiles slumped down and Derek wrapped his arms around him. “You feel so good baby. I love you so much!” Stiles made a sound like he was purring and cuddled close to Derek. They sat like this for a while before Stiles got up and Derek slipped out of him. Stiles climbed slowly over the middle console to the passenger seat. His ass in the air as he placed his knees on the console he felt Derek’s cum flow out of him and he shuddered. Derek placed his hands on Stiles ass for a second to make him stay where he was. He pressed the cum that had leaked out, back in Stiles hole. “Keep it in baby.”

Stiles blushed and tightened his ass muscle before continuing to climb and then putting on his boxers and pants.

Derek’s boxers were drenched in lube and cum so he yanked them off and pulled up his jeans, going commando. He packed his still thick cock in and pulled up the zipper. Then he pulled his shirt over his head.

When they both looked at least kind of decent Stiles grabbed Derek by the shirt and pulled him close to kiss him one more time. “Your hair is messy,” he grinned and leaned back in his seat trying to find a comfortable way to sit.

Derek growled wiped off his hands on some tissues he found in the door. Then he ran his hand through his hair to make it look okay.

“Do I really have to keep it inside?” Stiles whined and squirmed around in his seat. “Derek… my DAD is gonna be at dinner!”

“Yes you have to! That’s what you get for teasing me. I’m gonna make you suffer through dinner.” he replied and started the car.

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25 March 2021

I decided to give a try on dating someone I didn’t love, but hopeful. He started to go after me around my 29th birthday (year 2020). Just within a month, we were already dating. He is my current colleague at work, we met in October 2019.

I told him about my baggage. My secrets and my illness. He said nothing has changed, he has loved me since 28uild. He said he will always be there for me, let him accompany me for my routine check up. I told him the reasons I broke up with my ex, one of them is that he was reluctant to know my family. So I was surprised when he came to my hometown to pick me so we can travel back to Jakarta together after a month of dating. Bear in mind that was during the pandemic time, so travelling was more troublesome.

He was true to his words, he always accompanied me to my regular check-up, even to the dentist. He travelled 40km a day to meet me at home, take me out for meals, movies, cheese tea and buy me things. Sometimes during the wet season, he would get caught in the rain or storm. Never once he complaint to me. He said he is willing to do all these for me, because he loves me. He said I’m the one for him and always pray to God about us.

I know I never feel nervous, butterflies in the stomach or electricity with him. He makes me feel like home, like I make him feel too. We have many same perception of life such as view of marriage where a child is not the center of it, we want to have a small private wedding, we should communicate well because its fundamental for relationship and etc.

He is a capable man, he finished his job well and have a good time management. He doesn’t earn much working in NGO, that’s why he accepts side jobs too as a free-lancer. He admits that his side jobs pay him better. He originally planned to quit this NGO after serving for one year but decided to stay because of me.

Is a man like him truly exist? Or is he acting? I found him lying so many times, even for a small thing such as where he really lives.

I first caught him lying about buying lunch for his ex girlfriend. He swore to God that he didn’t do it and I took his word. But I was determine to check the truth myself, so I checked his phone GrabFood history and found that he did send lunch for her. His reason was he was scared I would get angry because every time we argue, would be because of his ex. I forgave him and told him not to lie about such thing. I am not the crazy jealous gf if he tells me honestly the reason he bought her lunch and asked for my permission. I will be most likely to agree.

Second lies was about where he lives. He lives next to the apartment he told me. He said that’s because he lives with his dad and his dad is very sensitive to noise (he would get angry at him). He admitted after I confronted him 2x having difficulty delivering food to him. I forgave him.

Third time was about his ex again. He promised he wouldn’t contact his ex behind me but he did it again. He even asked his cousin to meet them at MOI although it didn’t happen (I read the chat). He told me he needed to talk to his ex about her unpaid credit card balance because the bank contacted him and demand for payment as he is her guarantor if she cannot pay her credit card balance. Apparently his ex was still mad because he was dating me so she told him off and asked him to get help from his current girlfriend (me). Hearing that I was so annoyed with his ex. Ungrateful bit**. Four months later, he confessed to me it wasn’t about his ex’s unpaid credit card balance but his, that he has used to pay for her living and expenses when they moved back to Indonesia. He was asking for her suggestion on how to deal with his problem when she told him off. He promised he won’t lie to me again.

Fourth was about his debt. He told me that he has not been paying taxes for 5 years when he lived in Europe and now the penalty is about 300%. It’s because he didn’t know he had to pay GST/VAT. The amount is huge and I was dumbfounded. He didn’t ask for my help, he said he can pay them off but he had to sell his car. I took his word. He also planned to go to Europe in mid-year 2021 to apply for leniency and wanted me to keep him accompany. I agreed to it. A month later, I found out that the money he paid was not purely about his unpaid tax, but also his loan. He lost control of the interest on his loan and it started to get to him. He promised there is nothing else he kept from me and will never lie.

Fifth lies is connected to the fourth, he said he hired a lawyer to take care of his matter in Europe but he actually just asked his friends about what to do in his situation. He never paid anyone to do his stuff. He was caught when I asked him to forward his convo with his lawyer and emails from the Bank. He forwarded edited email to me, I confronted him but he didn’t admit until the next day. At this stage, I got anxious and suspicious. Again, he promised he didn’t keep anything from me and will never lie.

The sixth lies was about me. On Sunday afternoon, I noticed that someone withdrew money from my bank account yesterday. I was so shock that I told him about it. He came to my house and helped me canceled that transaction. After checking again, my money was withdrawn last week too. I told him I gave my debit card photo to my insurance adviser because she asked but I covered the cvv code. He was nagging me about that matter and I felt so uneasy. We discussed about changing my debit card tomorrow but he told me be careful of what I said to the Bank because he cancelled a transaction, he could be in trouble. I understand what he meant, by reporting this case to the Bank or Police, I would have to expose what he did for me in the beginning too. I went online and do some case study. On Monday morning, I recheck my account history again for the past one month. I can’t believe I have been stolen 4x! since Feb 21 to March 20, one withdrawal per week. I would have lost a month salary if the last transaction didn’t get cancelled. I wanted to visit the Bank quick amid working hour, and my boyfriend insists to go with me. In the car, again, he asked me to be careful of what I said to the Bank.

My mind was floating when the bank staff called my queue number. All that my bf warned me before, gone off the window. I said I need to replace my debit card because it’s been compromised. Someone took my money thrice (I purposely left out the fourth one). The staff was not surprised and asked me if I have given my PIN number to anyone. I said no one knows (actually my bf knows). I was then given the location and time of the withdrawal and I can’t believe what I heard. All of it pointed to my bf. I requested cctv recording and it’s being processed but will take up to 10 days. After we left the Bank and sat in my car, I was so out of energy but still told him about it. He said you mean I took your money?? I denied and said of course you won’t do that to me. He said yeah he won’t do that to me. That night, I kept on checking our conversation on whatsapp and my head was prickling. On Tuesday, I called him and he said he wanted to talk to me in person. I told him to meet me at the mall, I can’t trust him to come to my home at that moment. We met at Central Park and he admitted that it was all his doing. I can’t feel anything. He confessed he needed money to pay his credit card’s interest. He was only able to pay all the capital but still left with interest that is still growing each time he is not paying. He planned to return the money in the future. Well, now it’s not about the money.. it’s his attitude, dishonesty and disrespect towards me that kill me. I broke up with him immediately. He was sorry but I can’t feel his sincerity anymore. Since then, I have been unable to sleep at night. I think about how he put on a show in front of me, being kind and all gentleman but steal from my back. We even had sex afterwards! I’m screaming in my heart. He bought me food and clothes using my money that I thought his. He still stole from me after he admitted to his sins above and after telling so many fake promises. I remember he told me twice he wouldn’t mind if I haven’t taken my shower at the weekend because he wanted to smell my body odor. Now that I think about it, he might be using the time I was in the shower up stair to try steal from me because I would have to leave him alone down stair. I remember his excuse to go out to buy drinks for us. I remember when I left my card holder and phone with him when I go to the toilet at the mall. I remember sometimes my brother left his wallet on the table. And this hit me. I need to check my brother’s account without him knowing. If he steals from my brother as well, it’s really too much. I don’t plan to report him to the authority. But if he steal from my bro as well, I will reconsider.

I think back about Europe trip, my sisters were right to warn me. I can’t tell what is the real him.. My parents might end up paying for his debt so that I could return home. It’s chilling and scary whenever I think about this. God bless his soul. As a devoted Christian himself, he has used Jesus’s name many times to swear in front of me. I hope he is really not a bad person. Just a situation that makes him that way. I can’t see having a faithful future with him.

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spideycentral · 7 years

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Tony Revolori on Letting Go in the Audition Room, ‘Spider-Man: Homecoming,’ + Wes Anderson

When Tony Revolori’s father, Mario Quinonez, was a 14-year-old in Guatemala, he received his first pair of shoes. When Revolori was 15, he became the first person in his family to visit Europe, at the invitation of Wes Anderson, to audition for a film that eventually won four Academy Awards.

The opportunity was the fulfillment of a dream his father had initially had for himself, though he never advanced beyond working as an extra after immigrating to America. “He was too shy to actually be on camera and say lines,” Revolori explains while sitting in the Beekman Hotel’s Fowler & Wells restaurant in mid-May. But once Quinonez became a father, acting seemed a good way for Tony and his older son, Mario Revolori (they use their paternal grandmother’s name professionally), to start saving for college. “ ‘I would love for you guys to be actors, but I would never force that upon you,’ ” Revolori remembers his dad saying.

It was two years before Revolori’s trip to meet Anderson that his dad sat him and Mario down to ask, “What is it that you love?” The boys chose acting and music. (Revolori also sings and plays four instruments.) “He was like, ‘Great. Well, that’s your 9-to-5 job now,’ ” Revolori recalls. From then on, the family drove the 60-mile round trip from Anaheim, California, to Los Angeles “more than seven times a week for auditions,” with the duo “getting rejected a thousand times a year.”

Then they auditioned for an untitled Wes Anderson project. The director considered tapes of thousands of kids from numerous countries for the role of Zero, the teenage lobby boy who engineers the prison escape of his concierge mentor (Ralph Fiennes), kills his would-be killer (Willem Dafoe), and inherits the Grand Budapest Hotel. Two possibilities emerged—Mario and Tony—before Anderson sent the latter a plane ticket.

As an unaccompanied minor, he remembers, “I stayed there for 17 hours while the flight there was 14 hours, both ways.” He returned to the States without the part. Instead, Revolori and Anderson exchanged many emails. “I would tape myself doing the whole entire script,” he says. “It was basically pseudo-rehearsal,” and he began to think of Anderson “very much like a godfather to me in terms of acting.” Four months later, he got the offer for the film that would lead the young talent not only to the 2015 Oscars, but to “Dope,” the Sundance Film Festival hit that was so well attended, James Franco “couldn’t get a seat” and stood in the back for one screening.

The Rick Famuyiwa film about sweet, high-achieving ’90s-lovers out of Inglewood, California, who find themselves in the wrong place at the wrong time launched a studio bidding war and was nominated for the festival’s Grand Jury Prize. Casting director Kim Coleman had Revolori try out before anyone else, but in total, he “auditioned for the project maybe 20 times,” he says, reading with different potential co-stars. Once again, at the very end, he was pitted against his brother. This would happen a third time, for a recurring role on the combination live-action-animated series “Son of Zorn,” which was canceled in May after one season on Fox. “That was the one time my brother audibly said, ‘I fucking hate you. This is bullshit. It’s unfair,’ ” admits Revolori. “I was like, ‘It 100 percent is, but I’m going to take the part.’ ”

Last year, around the time he was filming his latest project, “Spider-Man: Homecoming” (out July 7), Revolori had an epiphany. “When you walk into an audition room, and you go in with such desperation that you want this, they smell it and they’re like, ‘Nope, immediately no,’ ” he says. “The thing that happened that pushed me over the edge was auditioning with a couple of people, and then them saying, ‘Oh, no, we’re not going to cast you because you’re brown.’ So I said, ‘Fuck this,’ and the next audition I went to, I didn’t give a shit.” He booked that job. Now, he sometimes cold-reads on purpose. “When you don’t need [the part], they want you so much more,” he explains, especially if you “mix that in with confidence, not arrogance.” Since relaying this discovery to Mario, Revolori says, “he’s been booking nonstop.”

“Spider-Man: Homecoming” will bring together a cadre of Marvel heavy hitters, including Iron Man (Robert Downey Jr.), Captain America (Chris Evans), and Vulture (Michael Keaton). Revolori auditioned to play the best friend to Peter Parker (Tom Holland), Ned Leeds, but was awarded a larger role in Flash Thompson, Parker’s high school rival who eventually becomes Agent Venom. The casting marks the 21-year-old’s first unlikable character.

Without being asked, Revolori says he gained 55 pounds of muscle to play Thompson, who’d been reconceptualized for this film as a rich kid rather than a jock. Still, he reasoned, “I’m not white, I’m not blond [with] blue eyes”—as the character was in the comics—“but I’m me, and I’m going to do my best to emulate that character for you guys, because this is who it’s for.”

Until he joined the Spider-Man franchise, Revolori says, “I’d never been in a place where it takes you two hours for four takes of a scene, just because they have all the stunts.... I felt like I couldn’t get in a rhythm.” On the plus side, “They can afford to be a little bit more lenient and say, ‘Well, what if we try this? We can change this scene completely.’ ” The same can’t be said for indies. “It’s a lot different,” he says. “You work on something like ‘Dope,’ you drive yourself to set, [work with] a very small crew, and you’re all just working day and night as hard as you can, there are no breaks…. You’re on your feet and you’re moving—’cause you have to be.”

On this new role in “Spider-Man,” he says, “I feel like that’s a better move for my career. I want to be respected by my peers and be a prestige actor.” That’s not to say he wants to remain solely in front of the camera; he also wants to direct one day, as well as stay active in the theater. (In February, he made his West End debut in Stephen Karam’s play “Speech and Debate,” about a teacher-student sex scandal.) “I also don’t mind doing superhero movies and what makes kids smile,” he says.

Despite his many illustrious collaborators, Revolori’s most valued piece of industry advice comes from someone he met only once. His mother works at a restaurant in Studio City, and around the time he and Mario told their dad that their passion was acting, she called home to alert them that Dick Smothers—half of the legendary comedy duo the Smothers Brothers—was there having breakfast with his wife. Thanks to YouTube, “I was a huge fan,” says Revolori, so he and Mario dashed over.

“We walk up to him and we shake his hand and we talk to him, and it’s amazing!” Revolori gushes. When they informed him that they were budding actors, Smothers (who once gave a 22-year-old Steve Martin a job) said, “ ‘You guys remind me a lot of me and my brother [Tom],’ ” and proffered this bit of wisdom, made especially poignant by the fact that Smothers later declared bankruptcy: “ ‘Treat everyone like they’re the most important person in the world. Because guess what? Tomorrow they might be. Yesterday they might have been. Today they will be.’ ” As an early teen, Revolori says he replied, “ ‘Great, yeah, yay, woohoo, thank you!’ But as an adult, I understand that so much more now. And so that’s what I’ve tried to carry with myself as much as possible.”

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roseonhissleeve · 7 years

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Have A Little Faith: Chapter Three

“If you’re not careful, you’ll end up believing this is the world.”

- Antonio Cisneros

Day one of Monaco had been an absolute dream.

Once I’d agreed to Harry’s proposition he let me go, although I could tell it was taking everything inside of him to stand and watch me leave. His face reminded me of a puppy dog’s as he stood there on the steps, flashing me a smile as I glanced at him over my shoulder. He really wanted to prove his point.

Fate, or whatever.

After leaving him I walked about twenty minutes to the small building where an elderly man and his daughter greeted me at the door. Upon entering the building there was a charming little lobby—the hardwood floor covered in a soft white rug—and the couches were expertly arranged to lead one’s eye towards the large bay windows that overlooked the ocean. Above the fireplace there was a picture of what I assumed was the family that owned the property: the man and young girl who had welcomed me, along with a middle-aged woman holding a small child in her arms.

Once I’d gotten settled into my hotel room I decided to call my mother. My parents had been less than thrilled about my decision to come to Europe on my own, and one of their “conditions” was that I phone home often to let them know where I was and what I was getting up to.

Five minutes into the phone call, I was already being grilled.

“Mum, I’m fine, I don’t need anybody to come travel with me. It’s already been two weeks, I’ve gotten used to it…No, mum, I don’t need to talk to Dr. King. Yes, I have her phone number.”

I allowed my petite frame to fall backwards onto the soft mattress of the bed, the smell of fresh linens causing me to twist to the side and curl up against the pillows. I twirled the phone cord around my finger as I listened to my mom’s voice, eyes falling shut comfortably.

My room was small, but just the right size for me—there was a twin sized bed and a desk at the other side of the room that I’d set my small collection of bags on, a mini fridge which had a bag of apricots and peaches that I’d purchased from a local seller. It was decorated with a series of framed pictures of different locations in the city, and I made a mental note to see every one of them.

Clearly the six-hour time difference wasn’t stopping my mother from getting through to me.

It was almost noon for me, which meant that it was almost six a.m. back in Florida where my parents lived.

My mother and I had always been early risers—when I was in high school, she and I would be known to be up and having breakfast by seven-thirty at the latest, sometimes even as early as six-thirty. My mum blamed it on me and my two younger sisters—she’d claim that our own bad sleeping habits when we were younger made her unable to have a regular person’s sleep.

“Rosie, sweetheart, I worry about you. That’s all. You haven’t been alone since—um, well, you haven’t—”

“Mother,” I exhaled impatiently, sitting up off of the mattress and bringing my hand up to my shoulder. I tugged at a long lock of dark brown hair.

I knew exactly what she was thinking and I wasn’t up for another one of these talks.

“Mum…I love you. You know I love you, I love you and dad so much but I have to do this…hell, I AM doing this. I’m already doing it. I…I can’t him control my life forever.”

The last sentence I spoke came out as a whisper, and I wasn’t sure if she’d heard it but I wasn’t about to repeat myself.

I waited to hear something from the other end of the phone, but I knew that I had her beat. This was a conversation I’d had with my therapist time and time again; just because I was physically free from Eli didn’t mean that I didn’t have any work to do.

I still needed to take back control of my life, my thoughts.

“You’ll be fine, Eli. My parents are going to love you,” I called out to my boyfriend from his living room, waiting as he finished getting dressed for the occasion.

We’d been dating for about four months now and my parents had been nagging me about meeting him for a long time—my family was very close, and the fact that I hadn’t brought Elijah home to yet was strange in their eyes. But we were taking things slow and I didn’t want to freak him out, so here we were, four months later on our way to dinner with my family.

“You’re wearing that?” I heard his voice question me with clear disapproval, which caused me to look up at him with furrowed brows.

I could feel heat rush to my features with embarrassment. He stood in the doorway, his large physique decorated by a pair of dark-wash jeans and a light-grey t-shirt. I had expected him to put a little bit more effort into dressing nicely for dinner with my parents, but something inside me made me bite my tongue.

“You don’t like it?” I cleared my throat softly, standing up off of the couch and lowering my hands so I could grab onto the hem of my navy blue sundress and tug at it uncomfortably. I wasn’t someone who put a lot of effort into looking very nice, and I didn’t often wear makeup, but tonight I thought that I looked nice until he’d said otherwise.

“Well, I mean, it’s okay,” he shrugged, and I could tell that it wasn’t all he’d wanted to say. But he let it go and walked past me to walk into his kitchen, grabbing his keys off of the small countertop of the ratty little room.

I stood still until I finally mustered up the confidence again to grab my black clutch from his couch and wait at the door for him. Once he appeared I offered him a small smile, hoping to elicit some form of a positive response from him.

“Can I have a kiss?” I whispered hesitantly. For a second I wasn’t sure that I’d said it loud enough to hear, because he was too preoccupied with slipping on his dark brown shoes to address me.

I bit the inside of my cheek--were going to go meet my parents and I wanted to give them a good impression,so I decided to let it go and turned around to grab ahold of the doorknob. I suddenly felt a set of cool fingers on my chin.

“C’mere,” he muttered, suddenly at my side, and I allowed him to guide my features upwards so that he could press a kiss against my lips.

It was cold and unmoving, and lasted all of three seconds, but I told myself that that’s how it was supposed to feel.

“I’m sorry. You look lovely.”

I drew my face back in response to his words and was met with a seemingly apologetic expression, which caused me to allow for a small smile of forgiveness.

I looked at my boyfriend—he was glorious. A square jaw that was cleanly shaved, leaving behind a slight scent of the after-shave that I loved. Full lips that rested in a fine line when he was in his own world, but there was always a hint of a smile on it when he slept. His eyes were brown—and I’d never been a fan of brown eyes at all, but after being with him I knew I’d never be able to look at them the same way again.

“It’s alright, babe,” I whispered. “Let’s go.”

I was pulled out of my thoughts by the sound of my younger sisters yelling at each other over the phone.

I rolled my eyes a bit, but a small laugh escaped my lips regardless. My sisters were eleven and fourteen years old—young enough that I’d always felt more like a second mother than an older sister—and they were currently going through a phase where they picked a fight about anything and everything. I didn’t really mind hearing it, though. I’d been absent from their lives for so long that anything I could get nowadays was appreciated.

“Rosie, can you talk to your dad for a bit? I think that April decided to read Caroline’s diary.”

I could hear the stress in my mother’s voice. My mom had me in the first year of her marriage to my father—she’d committed to being a stay-at-home-mother, planning to return to work after I was old enough to take care of myself.

The problem was that they’d waited so long to have another kid, and then another, and my mum ended up trapped in the role of stay-at-home-mom for almost twenty-three years now. She’d often told me that she did not regret her choice and that she felt no resentment, but it still pained me that she’d been stuck in the same place in her life for years.

“Of course, mum. Love you.”

“Love you, sweetheart.”

I waited patiently as I heard my mum’s voice call my father’s name, and I waited a total of five seconds before I heard a familiar voice on the other end.

“How are you doing, bumblebee?” My father’s voice brought feelings of comfort and safety, and the sound of it make me think of the smell of coffee.

“Hi, Daddy. I’m really good. I’m in Monaco, did Mum tell you? Got here yesterday and went to a pretty little cathedral a few minutes from where my train dropped me off.”

My father was an incredibly well-known veterinarian, and he’d travelled all over the world on business trips throughout my life, but I’d never really been able to swap travel stories until now.

“Mhmm? How was it, did you get some drawing done? Since you keep refusing to take pictures, I’ll need something to look at when you come home and tell me all about it.”

My dad and I were similar in a lot of ways, but in a lot of aspects we were also completely different.

My father took photos as much as he could when he did things like this—often times when he would get back home I’d spent at least an hour sitting with him at the kitchen table looking at the pictures he took on his digital camera, listening to the story behind each frame.

I was more of an in-the-moment person—when there was a sunset, I wouldn’t waste the precious moments I had to look at it by taking a photo.

“I’ve been drawing lots, don’t worry. It’s a good thing you got me the bigger sketchbook.” I heard yelling from the other end of the phone, and I knew that the call would soon be over.

“I have to go, bumbles, gotta help your mother. Do you need me to send money?”

I was my daddy’s girl. Even since I’d been born my father and I were inseparable—we listened to all the same music and made a habit of regularly going to see live bands, and I had skipped right past the phase in middle school where I was supposed to shut my parents out. My father was always my best friend, my number one fan, the most important person in my life—until I started dating Elijah.

“I’m all set, don’t worry about me. I love you.”

My father knew that Elijah was bad news from the moment he met him.

“I don’t like that boy,” his voice boomed across the dining room, loud enough to be heard without fail even though he wasn’t screaming.

“What do you mean? He laughed at all your jokes, which is a tough skill to master on the first night,” I teased, stacking the dirty dishes that had been left from dinner while my mother made her way around the table collecting the silverware.

“I thought he was charming,” my mother chimed in. I wasn’t aware of it at the moment, but she was giving my father a disapproving look from across the table.

“I don’t like him. He’s bad news, Rachel. He didn’t look at you once—not once the entire evening. Didn’t smile. And if you ask me he was a bit too eager to talk about himself. And he didn’t say a single word to your sisters. Did he even speak to you at all?”

My dad’s words struck a chord that I didn’t even know was there. I lowered my gaze to the stack of plates that I now had balanced in my grasp—I had felt like Eli was ignoring me, because every time I looked at him he was looking another direction with absolute disinterest. I’d assumed that it was just my own insecurity getting to my head.

Maybe it was too early to bring him to meet my parents.

“You were probably making him nervous, daddy. You didn’t ease up on him all night.”

“That’s right I didn’t—I want to know exactly the kind of boy that’s taking away my time with my girl.”

His words shouldn’t have bothered me as much as they did, but upon hearing them I couldn’t help the loud exhale that came from my lips. I didn’t want to get into a discussion about the flaws in my relationship with my father. I walked past him to go into the kitchen and dump the dishes in the sink, and from the other room I could hear my father’s voice muttering to my mother.

“Charming, my ass. You have to stop coddling her, that girl always refuses to listen to what she doesn’t want to hear…”

Swallowing thickly, I walked over to April, who was nine years old at the time and playing with her Monster High dolls. I took a seat beside her on the rug and watched for a few moments before interrupting her.

“Hi, munchkin.”

“Hi, Sissy.” She didn’t look up from her dolls, very concerned with the argument that they were apparently having, and I allowed her a few more seconds of peace before speaking hesitantly.

“So, did you like Elijah?”

I watched carefully as April continued to play with her dolls, and after a handful of seconds I assumed that she wasn’t interested enough to reply, but then I heard a little whisper—“Not really.”

I felt a little bit of panic accumulate in the pit of my stomach and I pursed my lips in a tight line, voice laced with patience as I continued, “why didn’t you like him, A?”

“He’s not a Disney prince.”

Brows furrowed with confusion at her words, and I let a couple of seconds of silence linger before continuing.

“Disney princes aren’t real, April.”

“Yes, they are,” she argued without missing a beat, now immensely focused with the task of putting a princess gown on one of her dolls.

“Eli was okay, but I think you deserve a Disney prince.”

Elijah proposed four months later. I said yes.

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“You son of a bitch!” – My honest and long-winded thoughts about the Season Finale

If you had asked me yesterday what I thought of the Season Finale, I might not have had many great things to say about it. I watched the episode after being awake for nearly 24 hours and hyped up about it for two weeks. The first word that came to my mind was “anticlimactic”. I re-watched Season 3 over the weekend and was waiting for a huge reveal about this absolutely bad thing Robert did. Something that was so much bigger than him not returning home asap. After all, it was a mystery for two episodes and Jasper made it sound so bad. Watching the episode, I felt like nothing was really happening:

- We did not get anywhere with Jaspenor - which was to be expected - though him finally telling her that he loves her was so overdue (even Tom was confused it was never said before). But in my overtired state, not even their conversation felt as dramatic, loving and passionate as any of the other ones beforehand.

- And Robert, well, apart from him knowing about Liam and Kathryn and calling her a whore, there was nothing new. I expected him to have had bad parting words with his dad, meddling in Jaspenor’s relationship and we all “feared” (?) there might be something starting with Willow. Sure, him inviting Sebastian and firing Spencer (GET HIM BACK!!!) was really bad, but not this huge revelation that I hoped for. He is an asshole like I expected, maybe a bit more mentally deranged than I thought but still, I did not feel satisfied by the episode. It would have made a great mid-season finale but a season finale? Not so much in my eyes.

I knew even yesterday, that my feelings were due to me being so tired and my brain not being able to spare cells for being compassionate and excitable and I, myself, hyping this episode up so much in my head. I tried to make gifs to stay connected to the episode, but as much as I love Mark directing episodes, it’s a bitch to gif his close-ups with the E! Logo taking up half the character’s faces. So, I was even more annoyed after that and finally decided to go to sleep. Me being in Europe, meant it was 4am when the episode aired and I finally went to bed at 9am, after being awake for 27 hours. Obviously, I wasn’t able to really sleep enough (luckily, I took the day off work beforehand, knowing that I wouldn’t be in the right frame of mind to go to work) and felt disappointed by it all for the rest of the day. To get my mind off things, I decided to spent the day watching all eight episodes of Jo, starring our lovely Tom Austen. If you are even remotely interested in Tom Austen and haven’t watched it yet, you better get on it. I am no fan of Crime Dramas, even left the room when my family watched them at home, but with the right eye-candy, even I could be persuaded. The whole show is so good and Tom is delectable. Think Season 2 Jasper in unbuttoned Henley Shirts. Watching it, put me in a better mood, even though I’m a bit sad now that it was only eight episodes.

Now it’s 7:15 pm on Tuesday and I finally am calm and composed enough to give the Season 3 Finale another chance and will write down my (new and improved) thoughts on it below.

Okay, I don’t even really know where to start. I still don’t consider it the best or the strongest episode, but I like it way better now that I’m of sound mind. I think it’s easiest to once again go through all the characters.

Let’s start with Cyrus:

I am super glad that we get to keep Jake Maskall for another season. As much as I disliked him in the beginning, as glad I am about his comic relief in every episode now. Compared to Robert, he is actually quite sane and likeable. I can’t wait to see what news his doctor has for him – hopefully they are good. Two seasons with cancer should be enough for that poor soul. Wow, I never thought I see the day in which I felt sympathetic for Cyrus :D

Liam:

He really is the only one who was able to see through Robert, sad that it only comes across as jealousy to the other ones. Him going to Cyrus in the end does shows the newly determined HRH we need for Season 4. He needs a new purpose just like in Season 2. His character arc always goes from lovesick puppy in the odd seasons to fierce badass in the even seasons. He was so weak with Kathryn and broke Willows heart, it’s time for him to stay away from girls for a while. I’m still not ruling out a possible Kathryn pregnancy, depending on Christina Wolfe’s availability for Season 4. To be honest though? I can totally live without it and won’t be sad to see her go.

Willow:

The moment Robert gave her the list, I expected her to be on top. Well, we all expected it after 3x07 and their HP conversation. I do not necessarily expect her to find out what Robbie really is like, but I don’t think she will marry him. She would make in amazing queen, but not with this king by her side. She was so into Liam and he is the polar opposite of Robert – in looks and character - so I can’t see her falling for him. Sure, he can be immensely charming, but Willow is one of the few people on the show who is not after the crown. I’m also certain that Robert just saw her dumping an insane amount of tickets into Liam’s box at the People’s Gala and wants to get even. We’ve had enough love triangles this season to last for the rest of the show. So either Liam just will not give a damn or Willow will be tough on Robert and show him that she’s not to be messed with.

Helena:

BRING ME BACK SPENCER!!! I NEED SPENCER!!!!! The look on her face when Spencer hugs her and the one at the end when she realizes what kind of monster she helped put on the thrown were amazing. She needs to be in cahoots with Cyrus and Liam to bring down Robert.

Robert:

Liam might be the better king in real life, but this is a TV Drama and King Robert is the best thing that could have happened to the show. No matter if it’s true of not, I will always believe that Robbie is the one responsible for Simon’s death. This guy went mental because his brother kissed his Ex and his mum and sister are in love with the help. Planning to kill your father who told you that are the worst thing that could happen to the UK, only sounds reasonable after that. And being stuck on an island for months gives you the best alibi. (Loved that we go to have Vincent Regan back for an episode – he really is a great dad.) Robert, Robert, Robert… As much as I hate this son of a bitch (sorry, Helena), Max Brown is AMAZING! I really needed all of these episodes to come to terms with the fact that we have to live with Robert and will not get rid of him. It’s okay now. He is just the manipulative asshole the monarchy needed. And there always needs to be a character you love to hate. There is still so much that needs to be uncovered about him and I do hope we get more than one more season to find out what he is truly like. More than anything, I do hope that Len and Jasper will find out what he did.

Jasper:

If you read through the beginning of my post (and stuck until down here), you know that I’m riding the Tom Austen bandwagon pretty hard right now. To be completely honest: I didn’t even consider him good looking in the beginning of the show. I blame Season 1 hair �� Looking back now, I don’t know what was wrong with me back then! It might have been the hair, it might have been Jasper’s bad boy attitude which I’m not a fan of unlike the majority of girls out there or it might have been the fact that, being a Narnia fan, I was so focused on Liam that I just didn’t waste a thought on Jasper/Tom. Now I want to ride him as hard as I’m riding the bandwagon and I think my neighbors might have actually heard me squeal during Jasper’s “I love you”. I really think that there are only a few moments in which Tom looked better than during that speech. His eyes, his mouth, his stubble and damn his voice! I am such a sucker for voices which makes it so strange that I completely failed my linguistics class twice. If you are still with me after this Ode to Tom, I want to get back to Jasper. My poor puppy finally poured his heart out to his girl! And if I believe someone to just “see the girl he loves be happy” – even if it’s without him in her life – it’s him. They will get their Happily Ever After. They have to! And if Mark is not giving it to us, there is always our imagination – and fanfiction! I haven’t rooted for a couple this much since Luke & Lorelai back in Season 4 of Gilmore Girls. They need to be endgame! With a Royal(s) Wedding and beautiful little godchildren for Uncle James and Aunty Sara Alice. Speaking of James and Sara Alice, I do hope that we will get them back for Season 4. There can be no Jaspenor without their cheerleaders / pseudo-dad & fake-daughter / sister (they really have the weirdest relationship). Usually protecting the king would be James’s job but now he has Jasper and I still believe that it is the worst thing that could have happened. First of all, Robert hates him and second, he wants Jasper because “he is the best at what he does”. In Robert’s eyes that means “the best at stealing, deceiving and not caring for the law”. And Mark hinting at a possible friendship between these two just makes me throw up in my mouth. We will get to see less of Liam and Jasper together, as Liam has a new alley now, but I need them to stay BFFs. I just need that! It’s inevitable that he and Robert they will get closer during Eleanor’s absence though.

Eleanor:

I hate to see her go, but it is what’s best for her. She can’t put her life on hold for a guy. Even if that guy is Jasper. She needs time away from the palace to finally become her own person. Not influenced by her mother or her brothers. If even Jasper can’t find anything wrong with Sebastian, I will have to start liking him – even though I really don’t want to. He might be a great friend for her, but I would much rather see her hang out with Rosie and Liam. It was about time that she got the storybook and saw how much Jasper loves her, but even thought I hoped it turned out differently, I’m glad that she did not run back into Jasper’s arm. She is not a weak character and he really hurt her one too many times. Two of my all-time favorite quotes are “Absence makes the heart grow fonder” and “Home is where the heart is”. I think both will play a great deal in Len’s life during her six months away.

Season 4:

So, where will we pick up in Season 4. As nothing is written yet, it’s just a wild guessing game. I’m sure we will start 6 months later (5 months and 3 weeks to be exact). For one, so Jake can keep his sideburns, but also because we need to see how the kingdom changed under Robert’s rule. What is actually Liam’s plan? Does he want to expose Robert? Which team is Helena on? Do we get Spencer back?!!! How friendly will Jasper and King Asshole be? Is Willow actually dating Robert? For whatever reason, I do get the feeling that Eleanor will cut her hair a bit / keep it shorter than usual like Alex does at the moment. A new hairdo for a new ‘her’. It will probably not happen, as long hair just looks better on TV (and on a princess) but who knows. If it could choose what I want to happen in the first episode, I would love Len to come back home earlier as she couldn’t stay away any longer. Or Jasper keeps tabs on her via the media and even though they say she’s dating Sebastian, he sees that she is wearing his necklace… Or whatever. I don’t actually care what happens, I just want them to start filming and airing now 😄 I take everything as long as it doesn’t feel like a lifetime until the new Season.

Okay, this is WAY longer than I intended it to become. I wish I could have written 2369 words for my fanfiction in the past week. If someone here is reading my fanfiction, I’m sorry for the lack of update. For one, my family and work is keeping me from writing, but also the Season Finale and my real-person Tom Austen (who would have thought) fiction were keeping my mind occupied. Now that the season is over, I hope my head calms down a bit and I can concentrate on what is important again: give people as much Jaspenor as possible.

And now I will leave you with a picture of the possibly new Royal Family incl. Queen Wilhelmina and Jasper, Duke of “Whatever it takes to make it happen”

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