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love2write2626 · 2 years

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Our Love in a Rogue Nation 2

Part 1 Part 3

Ashley’s P.O.V

6 Months… it’s been 6 months since IMF had been shut down, and everyone who was apart of IMF had to transfer all their work over to the CIA. Based on your position at IMF, and experience… you were assigned a new job. Luther turned down his job offer as a field agent consultant… which is basically what I use to do. He resigned; said he didn’t trust anyone within the CIA

Benji was reassigned to a division working on decrypting mountains of data that no one else seemed to want to do… or possibly wasn’t able to. Benji is the best, when It comes to computers. He was an amazing field agent… just not up to CIA standards I guess.

I on the other hand was assigned to the mail room. That’s right The Mail Room. Apparently they didn’t have enough information about me. William vouched for me saying that I was a beyond excellent field agent consultant… but CIA said I either take the Mail Room gig or I had to resign. I almost resigned but I knew I couldn’t leave my brother alone within the CIA.

“Here’s your mail Benji” I said slapping it down on his desk

“Someone’s moody today… actually that’s everyday” I rolled my eyes

“You would be moody too if you were stuck down in The Mail Room all day everyday”

“It’s probably because you miss Ethan”

“Shhh” I said angrily “You know you can’t mention him around here… no one here is our friend”

“Do you?” he asked not looking at me but looking at his mail

“Of course I do! He is the love of my life, and me not knowing where he is, or if he’s hurt… I just it kills me”

“Has he contacted you?”

“Please Benji, he’s not going to contact either one of us. He knows the CIA is watching our ever move and…”

“Look I won opera tickets” he said, pulling them out of the envelope. I smiled

“Are you going to go? When is it?”

“It’s this weekend, and yes we are going to go! There’s two tickets here” He exclaimed “Do you want to go?” I smiled brightly

“Count me in”

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We get off of the train, since im walking in high heels Benji loops his arm in mine, so I don’t fall.

“I’m so excited” I said smiling

“You know that’s the first time I have seen you smile in 6 months” he replied

“I’ve always wanted to go to the opera” I said. As we were walking a man in a hoodie, roughly walked by us, but shoved a yellow pouch into Benji.

“Well are you going to open it?” I asked, he slowly opened the package, and inside was a pamphlet for the opera tonight… and a pair of glasses. Benji put them on, stood there for a second and then said

“Ethan? Where the hell have you been?”

“Is that really Ethan?” I asked, Benji looked down at me.

“What do you mean why is she here? I won… let me guess I didn’t win those tickets” he sighed “either way, you sent me two tickets… Ashley hasn’t been doing the greatest recently. Tonight is the first time I have seen my sister smile in 6 months” Benji said “Honestly I need to have a word with you… wait what? Ok sure” he said He took the glasses off and handed them to me, I slowly slid them on and I heard

“Hey baby”

“Ethan?” It took everything in me to not cry “Ethan, baby where are you? Where can we meet?” I asked

“We don’t. We can’t sweetheart, if the two of you are seen with me… it will just cause more problems”

“I don’t give a fuck” I said angrily

“Ashley, I know you’re angry but you and Benji need to keep walking” I sighed and I told Benji what Ethan said. We started to walk, and Ethan continued

“Are you ok?” I asked quietly

“I’m ok. I promise.” He responded, I heard a ding from my brother’s phone “Tell Benji to check his email”

“Who is this?” he asked

“That’s what I am hoping to find out tonight. He is the key to getting us to the Syndicate” I relayed the message to Benji “I can’t find him alone… are you in?” Ethan asked

“Yes we are in” I replied

“Do I get a say in this?” Benji asked

“Shut up Benji you know you are going to help” I said “So what’s the play?” I asked

“You find him, tag him, and I’ll track him”

“Then what?” I asked

“Then you are both on a plane back so you can be at work bright and early Monday morning”

“What?” I asked feeling my heart break

“You are both in enough danger as it is, you should not even be here.” Now I am angry we just made it to the car that was waiting for us.

“I love you Ethan, but you are such a fucking asshole sometimes” I said getting in the passenger seat while Benji got in the drivers side “I know I’m no field agent, but I am not some weakling who can’t help where help is needed I…”

“I don’t know what to expect tonight! Ok? I have no idea who this man is, or what he is capable of. If you get hurt or worse…. I… just please, for me just for tonight wait in the car. Please baby” he was pleading. I could tell in his voice he was scared. Ethan honestly didn’t know what to expect. That was nerve wreaking for him.

“Ok.” I whispered

“I love you too much. I promise I’m not trying to be an asshole”

“I got it Ethan, honestly I understand. I love you too. Be careful tonight?”

“I will baby. I need to talk to Benji” I took the glasses of and handed them to Benji. I listened to Benji talk to Ethan. When we got to the opera we parked across the street, and Benji started to get out, then stopped

“Ok, I’ll tell her” I looked over at him “He told me to tell you, you look beautiful” I smiled lightly “Ashley, Ethan is right. About you staying the car”

“I know, you be careful too” I said giving my brother a hug. Now all there is to do is wait

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45 minutes later, there is major police activity. People running out of the building. I use the binoculars that are in the car to see that it is in fact the Chancellor of Austria that is being swiftly escorted out of the building and into his car. The drivers door opened, and Benji got in quickly and we took off

“Where are we going?” I asked

“Big problem…” Benji had to swerve to miss the explosion of the chancellors car “Bigger problem” he stated “Ethan is going to need a ride” Benji drove around the side of the building where we saw Ethan, and some woman. “Get in” Benji yelled out. We rode in silence for about 10 seconds when Benji looked in the mirror and recognized the woman “What the? She tried to shoot me” He exclaimed

“It doesn’t make her a bad person… I am going to have to search you” he replied. I’m not going to lie I am a little… ok I am extremely jealous. That woman is so beautiful… I’ll never look like her… I mean I know he didn’t mean anything sexual by it its just… I have just missed him so much that just the sight of him being that close to another woman just is making me angry. I quickly realized I had zoned out for too long because all of a sudden I hear the back door open and she jumped out.

“Well I guess they’ll stop following us… for now anyway”

“Alright Benji we need to dump the car, and we will have to wall to our next destination” Benji parked the car in an alleyway, I quickly slipped my heels off. I didn’t know how far we are going to walk, and I am definitely not going to do it in heels. Once we got out of the car, first time in 6 months I was face to face with Ethan. He looks so handsome… but I’m angry at him. I gave him a light smile and turned away.

“Alright Ethan lead the way” Benji said

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We walked for about 20 minutes, he lead us down to the river, where there is some sort of bunker. He put a code in, we stepped inside and Ethan pulled the generator. The lights turned on, and the doors slid open.

Benji and I were both shocked at what we were seeing, this was like a little IMF safe house. How did he even do this? He walked in behind us, the doors closed and a table appeared Ethan started throwing things on the table

“Passport, cash, there is a change of clothes in that bag. Everything you need to get back to DC undetected” my heart dropped. He is sending us back “Once you are there you will have to inform on me”

“I’m sorry what?”

“Tell the truth, tell them you went to Vienna because you won tickets to the Opera. Once you arrived, I tried to recruit you to help assassinate the Chancellor”

“That is not the truth” Benji said

“Your lives depend on it” he stated

“Ethan the least you can do is tell us what this is all about” I finally spoke. He sighed, we listened as Ethan explained his theories, and how all the tragic things that have been happening in the news recently are somehow connected to the mystery man that Ethan thinks is the key to finding the Syndicate.

“Ethan this is what I signed up for, this is what I do. Let me help you”

“That’s what I brought you here for, and look what happened?” he said angrily “I can’t protect you out there” then he looked at me and his face softened “I can’t protect either of you out there”

“THAT IS NOT YOUR DECISION TO MAKE ETHAN” Benji yelled “I am a field Agent! I know the risks, more than that I am your friend! You called me because you needed my help. So I am staying”

“Ok” Ethan said kind of shocked at my brothers outburst. It got quiet for a second and then Benji said

“I think the two of you need a little while to talk… um I’ll just uh”

“You can go take a shower” Ethan said, he pointed to the door on the side of the room, When Benji was gone, Ethan stared at me for a moment he opened his mouth to speak but I stopped him, I walked over and slapped his right across the face. He rubbed his cheek “I deserved that I…” I again cut him off by pulling his face down to my level and kissing him.

Ethan started kissing me back immediately he picked me up and placed me on the table in the middle of the room, so we are at the same height. When he stood between my legs I wrapped them around his waist to bring him closer. The only sound In the room, is our moans. After a minute of making out I pulled away

“What’s wrong?” he asked leaning down to kiss his way down my neck

“Ethan I really want to talk to you” He stopped and looked at me

“Ok”

“I know you were trying to protect us… I know that us now working for the CIA makes things all the more difficult… but there are so many ways you could have contacted us secretly. You know so many outlets… even if it was just a 1 minute call, or a letter that said hey I’m not dead.” I now am crying

“My brother was right, I have been trying to put up a tough façade, but I have been deeply depressed… I haven’t had anything to smile about since the last time I talked to you, honestly these last 6 months have been hell.” He quickly brought his lips back to mine, and kissed me slowly. When we broke apart he said

“I’m so sorry baby, I’m so sorry. I never meant to hurt you, ok? I just I didn’t see anyway I had to make sure you were protected” I can’t help the tears, that keep rolling down my face. Ethan wraps me in his arms and holds me while I cry. “I’m so sorry” he whispered

“Are you going to make me leave?” I asked. I untangled myself from him and tried to make eye contact but I was too scared to know the answer so I just kept looking at the ground. He used his finger to gently lift my chin up to meet his eyes

“Do you want to leave” I quickly shook my head

“Please don’t make me” Ethan leaned down and kissed me gently

“I will never force you to do anything, I’m sorry that it seemed that way. I’m just scared that something will happen to you” he kissed me again “Mmm baby I’ve missed you” he said

“The bed has been so cold without you” I whispered in his ear

“So many lonely nights” he replied “I want you so bad” he leaned down and kissed me so much passion

“Ethan… we can’t my brother” I said he groaned

“Maybe, you could join me in the shower?” he asked with a bright smirk

“How, without my brother noticing”

“We have been away from each other for 6 months… I think we can keep it together for an hour till he falls asleep” I smiled brightly, he helped me jump off the table then he sat down at the desk chair, and pulled me to sit in his lap. I adjusted myself so I am straddling him, I snuggled my face into the crook of his neck. He rand his hand through my hair, and we just sat there in silence until we heard

“Ok, shower’s free… I’m going to bed” Benji said

“Good Night brother” I said with a smile “I call shower next” I said giving Ethan a knowing look. He smirked back as I walked quietly into the bathroom

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What bout Trust, Chapter 15

TITLE: What About Trust CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 15 AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki owns a bookshop on Midgard. He had to do something there to try and avoid getting any attention. But he’s not fond of having customers, is rather grumpy and guarded. But then he meets a bright, bubbly and trusting young woman who doesn’t recognise him. To his dismay, he finds himself becoming rather fond of the mortal. RATING: M

So many thoughts ran through Cleo’s mind after discovering the truth about Loki.

She had spent most of the evening looking through footage of him from when he had tried to take over Earth. And she’d watched the video of him saving everyone at the park lots too. She couldn’t believe she had never recognised him in the first place. And suddenly a lot of things made a bit more sense.

Her friend, Ethan, was over and trying to console her.

She was so angry, upset, disappointed. Everything moulded into one.

‘He certainly seems like he’s not a villain anymore, but can anyone truly change quite like that?’ Ethan muttered.

‘It’s not… It’s not about what he did in the past. It’s the fact he lied to me. He didn’t tell me who he really was.’ She sighed and tried not to get choked up for the millionth time.

‘I’ve never seen you so upset before, Cleo. I know you love him, why not go speak to him and see what he has to say? Think about it, if you were in his position and did what he did… and you were wanting a new start, maybe you’d lie about your name, too?’

Cleo put her elbows on the table and her head in her hands with a sigh. She couldn’t help it, she started crying again. Her emotions were all over the place.

Ethan moved over and hugged her. ‘Hey, it’s ok. It’s going to be ok.’ He soothed her and rubbed her back softly.

Thor had nipped out to get some food in for himself and Loki. Well, himself mainly since Loki said he didn’t feel like eating.

‘Loki, there’s someone who was outside that wants to speak to you.’ Thor said and stepped to the side when he entered Loki’s place.

Loki frowned, it was Ethan. Loki had met him once or twice before at some of their friends’ gigs with Cleo.

‘Look, I don’t know what exactly you’ve told Cleo about yourself. How much of it has been true, what hasn’t. But right now, you need to go and speak to her. Go clear things up. She at least deserves an explanation.’ Ethan said to Loki.

‘She’s scared of me. She won’t want anything to do with me.’ Loki said sadly and turned away from him.

Ethan pinched the bridge of his nose. ‘Look, I know you’re a God and a Prince. But for the past few months, you’ve just been ordinary Luke to me. So I’m going to carry on seeing you that way. Now you get your ass over to Cleo’s and you damn well give her an explanation as to why you’ve lied to her. Or you will lose her, for good. And she is NOT scared of you, far from it. She’s pissed off and so upset, rightfully so.’ Ethan snapped at him.

Loki was irked at first, how dare a mortal tell him off like that. But when Loki turned around to glare at Ethan, his face softened. He realised he was right.

He ran a hand down his face and sighed. ‘You think talking to her will help?’

‘Well it won’t make anything worse! She deserves a proper explanation. I know she wanted to be left alone, but she’s had time now. Go and explain to her.’ Ethan said firmly and pointed at the door.

Loki narrowed his eyes at him as he grabbed his jacket and headed for the door.

Ethan felt proud that he had managed to tell Loki off like that. But when Loki left, he let out a big sigh of relief. Thor chuckled at the mortal who was shaking slightly as he leaned against the back of the sofa for support.

‘Geez, that was scary.’ Ethan said as he put his hand over his chest.

‘You did well.’ Thor laughed and went over to pat him on the shoulder. ‘Sometimes that is what Loki needs. I just hope they can talk it out, I have never seen my brother so broken and upset before. He really loves and cares for her, he was just scared she would turn him away for who he was. For what he did.’

Ethan nodded. ‘I understand. But Cleo is the last person on Earth to judge someone in that way. Hell, I remember when the New York incident happened, one of our friends was mouthing off about what an asshole Loki was. Cleo piped up that there is always two sides to a story, and everyone deserves a second chance. That the Avengers aren’t all that good either… No offence.’

Thor smiled softly. ‘None taken. I know what she means, we all have our darker sides. I certainly hope she still thinks the same way.’

Loki teleported instantly to Cleo’s home, he was about just walk inside but thought better of it. He knocked on the door cautiously, his heart was hammering against his chest as he waited. But he was relieved when she finally answered.

But his heart shattered into millions of pieces when he saw her. The usual sparkle and brightness was gone from her eyes, in just five hours he had managed to tear her up so badly. He had never felt so guilty and broken in his entire life.

‘Cleo… I’m so, so sorry.’ He began, a tear fell down his face as he was unable to stop himself. ‘Please, can I come in and talk?’ He begged, she could hear the desperation in his voice.

Cleo closed her eyes for a moment, to try and stop herself from crying. She nodded and stepped to the side, letting him in. Saying nothing yet.

Loki walked into her home and he went to the living room. He wasn’t sure whether to sit down or stay standing, but he opted to stand. As Cleo stayed standing with her arms around herself.

He took in a deep breath. ‘I know that what I did in New York and Germany was awful, I regret it every single day. It’s not something I am proud of, at all. But I would never hurt you, I would never’

‘Luke… I mean, Loki… I… I know you wouldn’t hurt me. It’s not what you did before that’s upsetting me. Or who you really are. It’s that you lied to me. You didn’t tell me the truth.’

‘I… I couldn’t. When I first met you, I went to my usual lie that my name is Luke. I’ve used that for a long time, since I decided to start a life here. I hoped for a quiet life, where I could just be in peace, without any hassle from SHIELD or people who knew what I did and wanted me dead. But then, I started to fall in love with you. I have never felt the way I do about you before, Cleo.’ Loki sat down now and clasped his hands together on front of him, trying to keep it together.

Cleo sat down too on the opposite sofa.

‘I wanted to tell you… I so badly wanted to. But every time I bottled it. I’m a coward, and I hate myself for it. I was scared and worried that I would ruin what we had… But I knew I had to tell you, I was going to, but then the tree fell and’

‘How am I supposed to believe you now? I want to, Loki, I really do. But I’m struggling. Everything I thought I knew about you, is a lie.’ Cleo interrupted.

‘No, no... Everything I’ve told you about myself, is true. Just minus where I come from and my name.’

‘And that Thor is your brother!’ Cleo yelled at him. ‘That you’re a God. A Prince. And your parents?’

‘I said my brother was an idiot and annoying, that’s not a lie. And my parents are deceased, and I was adopted. It’s just a little bit more complicated than I told you.’

Cleo shook her head and tears started running down her face again. ‘I just wish you’d told me sooner. What hurts the most, is that you felt you couldn’t tell me the truth sooner. After our first date, or even after we first slept together would’ve been better. But you didn’t, for so long.’

‘I know, and I was a fool. I am a fool. But I was scared, Cleo. So scared of losing you, the only person in my life that has ever mattered to me so much. I love you, Cleo. So, so much. I didn’t want to lose… I don’t want to lose you.’ Loki cried.

‘I don’t want that either… And I do love you, too. But I just, I can’t believe you didn’t tell me sooner. I don’t know what to do, Loki. I do understand why you didn’t want me to know initially, but keeping it for so long is what is hurting me the most.’

Loki momentarily put his head in his hands before looking back up at her. ‘The last thing I wanted to do was to hurt you, darling. Please believe me. I was scared and selfish, I can’t take that back. As much as I want to. I’ve hurt you, I know. I want to make it right, to earn your love again.’

‘What about trust, Loki?’

He felt his stomach dropping.

‘Please, Cleo. Give me one more chance, I promise you there will be no more lies. Ever. And you can trust me, always.’ He pleaded.

‘I… I don’t know if I can. I do love you, I do. But I, I don’t know if I can trust you again. Love is nothing without it. And I feel like I trusted you completely, with anything and everything.’

‘Don’t say that, Cleo. Please, I’m begging you to just let me try again. Let me work on gaining your trust again. Please.’ Loki actually got onto his knees on front of her and begged her with his hands clasped on front of him.

Cleo’s eyes widened at the sight of him doing so. She saw what he did years ago in Germany… Had everyone kneel for him. She knew that kneeling for a human was not something he would do lightly.

But it still didn’t make it any easier.

‘I… I’m going to need time, Loki. Please.’ She whispered, wiping her eyes and looking to the side.

Loki nodded and slowly got up to his feet. ‘I understand. Take as much time as you need… But I do truly love you, Cleo. You’re my world.’

Cleo looked down at her hands in her lap, unable to stop crying as Loki reluctantly left her home.

When Loki left, he went down the nearest alleyway and he screamed, cried, hit the wall. He couldn’t believe what he did to her. To his Cleo.

He wished he could turn back time and start over, to tell her the truth from the start.

He couldn’t cope with the thought of not having her in his life.

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anntoldst0ries · 3 years

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None shall sleep (Ethan x MC)

Book: Open Heart 3, post Chapter 5 Pairing: Dr Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr Noelle Valentine) Word Count/Rating: ~1.8k, T Summary: In the privacy of the diagnostic's office, Ethan & Noelle reflect on recent changes around them. Category/Warnings: Fluff, None Trope: And there was a bit of Hurt/Comfort

A/N: This chapter reminded me of things that have never been addressed... so this is a story of how things left unsaid all collided in my head. Hope you enjoy.

Also - yes, Ethan Ramsey can sing arias. Is anyone still truly surprised by the fact that this guy can do anything?

There is something mesmerizing about watching the lights of day go out, overpowered by darkness, ablaze with colours - from the depths of blue, through indigo, navy and all the way to pitch-black.

About how, in a sense, it washes away all the bothers and allows you to start anew with the next rise of the almighty sun.

Ethan Ramsey was hoping for this exactly, maybe more than ever, but all the signs showed it wasn’t in the cards for him.

Or at least not today.

He stared into the void, interwoven by occasional human figures passing by through the front lobby. No voices of the day were able to reach him on the 7th floor of his kingdom. Behind the glass wall, he was almost in a different world.

It had been yet another day that brought him more gritted teeth, holding himself back and resigned sighs, than actual satisfaction from helping those who counted on him. All these ‘activities’ were not only annoying but also highly energy-consuming.

Bringing the index and middle fingertips to his pulsating temples, he started to compress and massage them in small circles, trying to soothe the pounding inside his skull. He could hear the blood rushing through the highways of his veins, the sound almost drowning out all external stimuli.

But there were certain sounds his expert ear was trained on, the ones he would’ve recognized even in his sleep.

Like the one reaching his ears right now, the sound of the door handle being pressed.

With his back facing the door, he couldn’t see who was trying to impose on his much-needed solitude. But since the unexpected guest did not precede their ministrations by knocking, the possibilities narrowed down significantly. There were only two people on the premises of Edenbrook who could invade his personal space without a modicum of manners.

“Can I help you?” He modulated his voice to ensure the tone was expressing two things: annoyance and irony in the otherwise polite question.

“I’m sorry.” From all the voices, this one he did not expect to hear now. A melodic tone was joined by a scuffle of retreating steps. “Do you want me to go?”

Ethan curled his lips in a tiny smile. They both knew she wasn’t apologetic and that he wanted anything but her to leave.

“No, it’s just that there are only two people in this hospital that wouldn’t bother knocking and I thought it was one of them paying me a visit.”

“Let me guess… Zaid and Baz?”

“No, but in terms of concept, you were actually close…just another type of evil ‘twins’."

“Oh, you mean his majesty King Bloom & his annoyance Dr Carrick?”

“Even as a joke, it sounds creepy and horrible.”

“Well, count me as a third now. Heads up though, I will only stop knocking after twilight.”

It was clear as crystal Ethan’s already specific sense of humor had less than ever space for amusement.

“I brought you this.” She put a brown paper bag on his desk, which immediately revealed the aroma of something delicious. “I figured you’re probably gonna stay here all night, so I thought I’ll pop over and check on you.”

He didn’t say anything, staring into the darkness. Not because he didn’t want to - he simply didn’t know what. This simple gesture was very touching and filled him with gratitude. But he was lacking the right words.

Then, for the first time since she’s interrupted his train of thought, he turned around to look at her. Tired and with puffy eyes, she’d still put everyone else to shame. Even on the worst of days, the light radiating from her turned heads and made the room brighter.

She extended a hand and when their fingers touched, he felt this weird, tingly feeling that has traveled from his palm, through his arm and neck, and then straight to his core.

Pressing him gently against the edge of the desk, she took his glasses off. Then loosened his tie and nonchalantly disheveled his hair. Ethan wouldn’t let anyone else in the world touch them, let alone put them in a state of such disarray.

With her, all the rules existed only to be broken.

“Do you want to tell me what’s going on in this big brain of yours?”

“Smart move, Valentine. You’ve pacified me so that now I will have no choice but to tell you whatever you want to know.”

“You always have a choice, let’s just hope you’re gonna make the right one.”

Ethan nodded, no sound escaping his lips. She knew she’d have to take it upon herself to get any information out of her stubborn converser.

“So, how are you holding up? I want an honest answer."

“I’ve been better.”

“I thought so.”

“It’s just that… Tobias is driving me crazy. His presence really tests my patience… I don’t know if I would’ve stopped myself from punching him had it not been for you.”

“Why thank you, I didn’t know my therapeutic services were that good.”

“They are.” Ethan cleared his throat. “But it’s… not just that.”

Dead silence lingered between them and he knew he had no other choice but to continue.

“The only reason why I haven’t wiped this ridiculous smirk off his face yet is that whenever I look at him, I… I see you in that room with Travis. I’m trying to remind myself that, as much as I hate to admit it, he was crucial to finding the cure on such short notice.”

“Ethan…”

“I already told you” - he interrupted her as if not to stop the words from flowing, afraid they may be trapped forever otherwise - “that there was so much more at stake last time Tobias set foot in Edenbrook.”

She took a deep breath, her eyes going slightly wider.

“The truth is, for me… everything was at stake. I would’ve done anything he’d asked me to, I’d have forgiven him if it meant saving you.”

Elle turned still, all her body movements, her breathing and even her blinking ceased.

It was one of those moments that mean so much but leave you with so little to say.

Using the power of non-verbal communication and their deep affinity, she bestowed on him the most gentle, loving and grateful expression her face could muster after yet another exhausting shift.

Ethan extended his arm and before she realized it, her back was gently pressed to the older doctor’s chest. Having wrapped her slender frame with his broad shoulders, Elle inhaled his familiar aroma. He smelled of comfort and felt like a safe harbor. He nudged her hair with his nose and placed a featherlight kiss on the crook of her neck. She smelled of calmness and felt like coming back home from a long journey.

“So,” - he murmured directly into her ear - “whether you like it or not, I am using you to soften the blow every time I look at Tobias’ face.”

“I think I can live with that.”

“But I can’t guarantee it will always be enough, he is a cocky son of a bitch.”

“Let's make a deal then. I see how much it costs you and I’m not telling you to trust Leland or forgive Tobias, I still believe you should be cautious. Let’s just wait and see where this goes, I think we’ll know sooner rather than later. In the meantime, we should focus on what matters the most, our patients.”

“Where is the deal part?”

“If it turns out you were right, I will hold Tobias and you will punch him. Deal?”

“I believe it should be the other way round. Declan Nash’s face told me your right hook is exquisite, Rookie.”

They both laughed at the memory which seemed so distant now, almost as if it's happened in another lifetime.

But Ethan went quiet again and she felt his body tense up, his arms tightening gently around her. It wasn’t very obvious, but she knew. It still came as a shock how well she actually knew him.

“Ethan? What is it?”

“Nothing.”

“Ethan.”

“I’m sorry, I am not the most cheery companion today. You’re probably better off not spending too much time with me before you turn into a cynic.”

“Dr Ramsey, what a pathetic attempt of trying to get rid of me. You’ve never been the most cheerful type and I’ve survived your gloomy companionship, hell, I think it grew on me over time. So I should be ok today, too.”

It looked like silence was very much their third companion today.

“I’m thinking about Francis.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“I’m thinking about how hard it would be not to see. So many beautiful things, colors, all turning into nothingness.”

“I take it you mean the opera?”

“That too, but let’s just say I’ve learned to appreciate things that are right in front of my nose… literally and figuratively.”

The butterflies started somersaulting in her stomach.

“I didn’t want to add more to your plate at the time, but I’ve already felt this way… when we diagnosed Caroline and Leland.”

It was funny that, despite his obvious animosity towards Bloom, whenever his wife was in the picture, he spoke about both in an almost affectionate way. His doctor’s instincts were kicking in, because first and foremost he was a doctor who had his patients’ best interest at heart.

“The thought of not being able to touch you…it reminded me of touching you through the layer of hazmat suit. And now with everything Francis has been through, I just can’t be bothered to think about anything else but you. This is my true personal connection to this case.”

It was her turn to be speechless.

Ethan tightened his grip over her once again, this time protectively rather than out of stress. Slow hum started filling the air, the melody soon joined by lyrics, which he sang in fluent Italian; a private concert, performed for her and her only.

Tu pure, oh Principessa

Nella tua fredda stanza

Guardi le stelle

Che tremano d'amore

E di speranza**

She remembered their patient’s face, which seemed calmer once Ethan started singing the aria before the depths of illness contorted it with pain.

Francis' husband's words echoed throughout her head.

Even though the man holding her in his arms didn’t say it, there was no need.

She knew.

He will always be here.

And she will always be here, too.

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** Lyrics - aria "Nessun Dorma" (‘None shall sleep’) from the opera "Turandot".

Translation:

Even you, oh Princess,

In your cold room,

Watch the stars,

That tremble with love

And with hope.

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S/Os in the Happy AU verse

So this is gonna be officially NON-canon to my AU but I just wanted to put my opinions on possible S/Os. I want everyone to be able to have their own ideas for this verse as it is an Everyone is happy (including the readers) AU

no spoilers this time but I don't want a long post clogging the tags

Sal

Female OC (nameless)

She's a research assistant assigned to monitor his squad

They start off as a shy friendship

Sal’s squad mates try to hype him up to ask her out

Her friends are scared of him and tell her to stay away (she refuses to listen as he is a nice person to her)

The Mermen eventually trick them into a small casual date

This leads to future dates and a relationship

She is always complimenting him and trying to bring up his confidence

He does the same for her

He likes to bring her little gifts from his missions

She keeps all his gifts in a lockbox so no-one steals or breaks them

Male OC (nameless)

One of his squad mates (not one of the originals)

They spend a lot of time together

He looks up to Sal as soldier

They never get that brotherly bond like the others (its something more)

The other members notice their tiptoeing around each other and convince them to just date and get it over with

once a couple, they simultaneously want to always be on missions together and never want to be on the same mission

Donna

So Donna is complicated as I kinda see her as being 2 possible ages (early 20s/ early 30s) so I ship her with people depending on the age

Alcina

For 30s Donna

once Donna moves into the castle and they start spending time together, they slowly develop feelings for each other

Alcina refuses to accept her feelings at first because she is worried about what the girls will think

They try to be subtle around each other and the girls (they fail miserably)

The girls eventually get annoyed with the longing and drop hints to their mom that they are fine with them being together

Alcina is the one to ask Donna out on a date, they go on a picnic and have a lovely time

The girls never really call Donna mom they stick with Aunt Donna (but occasionally they will if they have nightmares or get caught in the cold)

Donna is ok with the girls seeing her as just an aunt and takes a backseat with parenting as she doesn't want to intrude in their family dynamic

Female OC (Angela)

For 30s or 20s Donna

She is a hunter sent to the village to be a double agent to find the weaknesses for the “monsters”

She spends time befriending Donna

Alcina is indifferent to her

The girls and Angie are very suspicious of her

She starts to have a change of heart when bonding with Donna and seeing how the others interact with each other and the Winters family

She starts feeding the other hunters bad info and working to try and get them to leave without completing the hunt

During a meeting with the hunters, she finds a strange fly and recognizes it as one of the Girls

Panic ensues and the other hunters try and kill it, she stops them but this leads to the Fam finding out about her betrayal from Cassandra (who was the spy)

Donna doesn't want to believe it but they use her hallucinations to get the truth

they find out she is on their side but still hurt

After a long period of distrust they find their way back to each other and live happily ever after

The Girls and Alcina take longer to trust but try for Donna

Bela

For 20s Donna

Develop feelings for each other through mutual hobbies (reading and gardening)

Donna talks about her feelings and worries with Alcina during their Tea times

Alcina comforts her and assures her she would make a wonderful partner for Bela and she would love her as a daughter in law

Donna has a plan to show Bela her feelings using the language of flowers

It takes Bela a few days to realize the meaning of them and plans a date for them in a nearby town (a modern one not a village)

They go to a nice bookstore/coffee shop and have a slow pleasant date

most of their interactions remain the same but now with more kisses

Alcina

Female OC (Katherine/ Katie)

Came to the castle from the Stronghold before the Rose incident

was meant to be experimented on but Alcina took a liking to her and made her a personal maid for herself and the girls (closer to 30)

she was unique as she was considered older for a maiden

they all grew close through her time at the castle

she was given more personal duties to do with the winery

she helps persuade Alcina to work with Ethan

after the “incident” , Al begins to realize her feelings and starts to put on her Lady D persona more

Katie tells her she prefers the authentic Alcina

after a few years of marriage they have a 4th daughter they name Elena

Mia

They bond over parenting rambunctious girls

find out they have a lot more in common

honestly head empty, go check out @highlifeboat for more fantastic Mia/ Alcina content

Heisenberg

I don’t really see Heis as the type to settle down and have a partner, he’s just a “do what/who I want when I want“ type of guy to me

Forbidden Ships

Rose/ Dani

Sal/ Chris

Ethan / Chris

#can you tell that I've never been in a relationship #resident evil #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #salvatore moreau #donna beneviento #alcina dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #karl heisenberg #rose winters #ethan winters #mia winters #happy au

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the-dimensionmaker · 4 years

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Oh boy.... where... WHERE... do i begin with this... i had to think about this for a LONG time... cause i know if i talk about this and try and give Aidan more attention... then my friend and great artist, Raisha gs will be upset with me... and.... will probably block me.... leaving me here to grieve again for the mistakes i did...... so if Raisha some how knows that i have a twitter acc... first off... hi dude... second off dont block me... yhe worst you can do is block someone for trying to get something out of they're situation so they can feel better... im not saying that your a bad person... im not saying that that your trying to control my life... all im saying is that.. please... understand that i need to do this... if people are doing this against people like Lui or Mini Ladd or even Shane Dawson... then i should do the same for a guy who has did this... dont worry... i blocked him on twitter.... so dont worry about him trying to find out about what im talking about... ok...? I hope you understand...

so for starters if you dont know who i am, i am the Dimensionmaker. Someone who wants to make animations for yt, who wants to make his own games, want do lets plays, and even talk to you viewers... i have a rough life... filled with nothing but people lying to me, people cheating on me without a reason (the numbers of people who did that is now 61 in total...), people lying ABOUT me, nothing but fear, and many more... Jaiden or Kitty Courtnie And Linka, is... the first gf i ever had. She was... the worst as well. She never listened, didnt care, and then cheated... then we have... Aidan2003, who is the main topic of this...

We start from what caused all of this to happen... when i was in middle school still i was on roblox... i had great friends... one of them named herself Jaidenanimations (not the real one...) also known as Courtnie... she was the nicest.. at the time she had a bf named Dud.. (btw Dud is Older then both me AND courtnie.. he acted like a complete creep around her..) but fsr.. Dud broke up with her.... someone named Ethan dated her too... but then broke up with her... and who knows if he is older then courtnie at the time... she was now sad... so i decided to become her bf... and when i did... we were... THE BEST... we loved each other more then anything... she would without me asking, want to do a drp with me... she wanted to come to my house... she wanted to meet me irl... she was better then anyone...things got a bit worst... Jaiden was now enemies with everyone... (Ethan, Dud, Jonathan, etc...) she doesnt want them to follow her... so i decied to be a bit strict.. and tell her to NOT go to any of the roblox games till she blocks them... and she lies to me... saying that... "She wasnt able to block them as a crack was CONVENIENTLY on the block and unfriend button..." and when ever we have a plan or another idea on what can actually work... she lied her way saying thaings like oh.. "My Phone Is Dead" and such.. so much in fake that it was... PREDICTABLE... she then started to hang out with them... i became a bit more stricter... then my mental health became bad... she didnt listen... it made me feel like nobody listens to me... leading me into a depression... i felt like nobody liked me... nobody listens to me... nobody even cared about me... i wanted to die... a... bunch of times... most of the time... she never cared... then... on yt......... she cheated on me... with 2 people who were OLDER THEN ME AND HER COMBINED (being both Jonathan and Dud... keep that in mind...)... i noticed this.... i was FURIOUS..... i yelled at the thing i thought was a girl i Loved... a girl i could trust... a Girl that i thought was LOYAL..... then her parents got involved calling me rude words like European Boy (i think it was something else) "just because my skin was black".. keep that in mind as well... "her parents deleted her discord acc For Good..." (keep thaf in mind...)... then... i sobbed... again... and again... i tried to go and find people who cares about me or loved me... but then they cheated... one by one... my mental health became WORST.... i tried many methods... me having more then one girlfriend... having them make promises due to what has happen to me... being nice... being strict..... nothing worked.......... my life was miserable...... i didnt finally be able to talk to courtnie and get her to break up with Jonathan... she was happy that she did... but then she didnt come back to roblox... but then betrayed me yet again........

I asked one of my friends on if they are able to talk to Courtnie...they couldn't... all except for one person one of them know... Aidan... i talked to Aidan and he actually was nice... but then... he started to act like im a pedo... wanna know why...? Get this... JAIDEN LIED ABOUT HER AGE THE WHOLE TIME. when i was 13 she was 10 ALL ALONG. She lied to me for YEARS... saying she was my age.... i blocked Aidan and never talked to him ever again... and jaiden finally talks to me and we were in good terms... but then... Aidan came in.... saying jaiden has caused alot of crap to him... i believed him and became his friend only to be forced into a group where this friends (ETHAN AND IVAN BEING ONE OF THEM) could harass me... then... we go to his videos... his videos are false... they barely show proof... he says points that are completely incorrect.... hell here is some (not all cause i dont want to be texting all night) he said in them...

- "I Know Where You Live And I Know Everything About You"

He says this yet he assumed i was a 25 year old man. Even tho im now 15. At the time i was 14 now im 15. Plus he doxxedy house. And stole my IP ADDRESS... that right there makes him seem more like a creep. Courtnie without me asking told me where she lived. This guy STOLE MY IP ADDRESS AND FUCKING DOXXED MY HOUSE. That right there will show that he is a bad person who is just lying to ruin my life... speaking of lying

- "Schroederluvr Is A Minor"

This proves that he didnt even talk to her... she isnt a minor... hell looking at her compared to me... she is OLDER THEN ME.. SHE IS 20 SOMETHING YEARS OLD. I Didnt Harass Her Anyways so why is he saying that i did.

- "Lillie is innocent"

Lillie on Instagram literally said in her own words that she is bullying me because of me being depressed. Thats jot justified AT ALL.

"Klara's post is about me"

No its not. Its about lillie and her friends. Who BTW IS DMING ME SENDING A PICTURE OF SOME STUPID PICTURE OF A INCINEROAR. sure yes it doesnt seem to bad but its EXTREMELY ANNOYING.

- "Telling the police that Aidan doxxed my house and Stole my IP Address wont do anything"

It will, Aidan. It literally says that no matter how you got it or why you got it, you will be send to jail.

- "TALKING to minors is bad"

Wrong. If thats the case then someone like WILDCAT, VANOSS, H2ODELIRIOUS, MARKIPLIER, CORYXKENSHIN, AND MANY MANY MORE would be swatted and in jail. Its not Illegal to talk to them.

- "that Katie is innocent"

Katie has done a MOUNTAIN of stuff to me. So much so that even the nicest people of all time wont be nice to her. She isnt in the right. AT. ALL.

- "that telling people to leave me alone is harassing them"

Its not harassment. Seriously. A NORMAL HUMAN BEING WOULD KNOW THAT IST NOR HARASSMENT TO TELL SOMEONE TO GO AWAY OR LEAVE THEM ALONE

- "That im a predator yet youw ont go after Jonathan and Dud"

He literally spares them but not me. Jonathan was 17 i think. And Dud was i think 19. Now he's probably 20 OR 21 YEARS OLD. And you STILL come at me for just DATING someone who LIED ABOUT HER AGE.

- "that i was... Harassing? xxlitle_dummyxx"

Even tho she literally wants to be rude while im trying to help... wow... just fucking WOW

- "that not telling people your name, nor putting your name on your acc is a bad thing"

No.. no its not... hell we look at a bunch of youtubers doing that. Hell there are a bunch of people i KNOW that doesnt say they're real name. It's THEY'RE CHOICE. Not yours Aidan.

Anyways.... then to make things worst he called me the N word a bunch of times then say that he "didnt" because i didnt have proof... wanna know why? BECAUSE HE BLOCKED ME AFTER THAT SO I WASNT ABLE TO TAKE A VIDEO OF THIS. Then he made a fake conversation between me and jaiden. I can tell its fake by just looking at the pfps and names...

I decided to delete all the posts about him on Instagram... not because he beated me... but because i wanted Raisha gs to be happy... to not hate me...... to not block me... thats something that Effects me when it comes to someone like Raisha or Brsstar... i worry that if i make one mistake for what ever reason... ill be blocked... so im hoping that Raisha understands that i cant hold all of this in anymore... if Aidan are exposing me for shit i didn't do... if PEOPLE are coming out to finally say the truth about someone... then i should as well.... i hope you understand if you made it this far...

So... here's what i have to say for the conclusion of this... if you all see the name... "Aidan2003"... block him... REPORT HIM... do what ever you like to him.... he wants to hurt me for shit i didnt do... so why should i say to not do the same to him... he is not a good person... he never was....

This is The Creator Of Multiverses... and i will soon make other posts, dont worry ^^.

Till then my fell Universers..

#harassment #bullying #blacklivesmatter #send help

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isnotys · 5 years

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Cruel Summer Pt1

Summary: After a stressful couple of months, the twins, Emma and you decide to take a well-deserved trip to a Caribbean island. However, it’s not all that peaceful because your more-than-obvious crush on Grayson is making you lose your marbles.

Warnings: none

The twins, Emma and I were all meeting up at the terminal for our Caribbean summer trip. We were all going to Puerto Rico to spend a week away from all the LA stress. As I walked in, I saw Grayson’s tall figure standing above Emma and Ethan. His already tanned skin glowing as if he had descended from Olympus. As soon as he saw me he gave me his beautiful smile and wrapped me in a tight hug. We all hadn’t seen each other for a few days because of our crazy schedules and my book beingdue a couple of days prior.

Those hazel-green eyes give me his undivided attention and I get this rush of feelings that make my cheeks red and makes me want to run away. I wish I’d know if he can tell that my heart is about to beat out of my chest and I don't even know what he’s saying anymore, I can't hear anything.

“Are you ok?” Ethan asks grinning and Grayson stops talking, looking at me with caring eyes. His lips look irresistible and his eyes try to read my face as I just admire how his muscles look like they are about to pop out of his shirt.

“I’m good, just worried about the flight.” Which is true for the record, I’ve never even left the west coast before and Puerto Rico is kind of far. As I say this, I give them a convincing smile and go to finally say hi to Emma who has been editing a video this whole time.

Grayson keeps asking me how everything has been going with the book and wants to know every detail of what I have been doing these last couple of days that we haven’t seen each other. The way his eyes crinkle when he smiles, and that dimple. His smile is his most beautiful feature. Yes, he’s built like Chris Hemsworth, but his sweet smile and childlike enthusiasm drive me crazy. This man is everything I have ever hoped for. My heart aches at the thought of ever losing him and the touch of his hand sends me into a frenzy. But we’re just friends, I am not supposed to feel this way, and I most certainly don't want to ruin what we have.

He notices I’m staring at him in a weird trance, I guess he’s not that clueless. I’m sure he’s gonna say something about it, but then he puts his arm around me and asks while pointing at the window, “Pretty nice sunset, huh?”

I simile and nod, letting myself get closer to him and he tightens his grip around me. I don’t know what cologne he wears, but he just smells manly. Good enough to make just about anyone melt.

The trip to get to the island goes by pretty fast because Grayson and I kept talking about the randomest things, with an occasional bickering with Ethan because of the differences in our opinions. Ethan and I are ridiculously similar and extremely stubborn. We get along great, but we do butt heads a lot. However, Grayson leaves me quite impressed, he’s so much smarter than he lets people know and I like that side of him a lot.

We get to the hotel almost an hour later after landing because traffic is crazy and Ethan suggests that we go to the beach right away. So we all get changed and go to the beach, the boys go surfing and Emma and I stay in the seating area on the sand.

She looks at me weird and says, “you’ve been keeping your distance lately, why?”

“You know why Ems, I can't help how I feel and I have never been known to be one to be able to conceal my feelings very well,” I say not even daring to look at her. She can read me better than anyone, she knows things before they even hit my atmosphere.

“Listen, I know you’ve gotten your heart broken by friendships in the past. However, we’re not like those people. We’re here for you, for reals and I’m so glad you did decide to come on this trip with us. I’m sure I’m not the only one who’s happy you actually showed up,” she says giving me her quirky signature smile and a wink.

My face is burning and it’s definitely not from the sun. “I’m sure he’s just glad I’m here to bring the entertainment, I’m pretty funny you know. Plus, being the third wheel is no fun.”

She glares at me, in a judgmental way, but then laughs a little.

“Y/N!!!”

That unmistakable voice. The way he says my name makes me want to just die. In the best way possible of course.

He gets closer to me and I see that his floppy hair is all wet and his clean-shaven face is all red from the sun. He’s soaked, but he’s smiling and jumping up and down.

“Look what I found, y/n! It’s a pearl! Here it is for you,”

“Oh, why thank you, Peeta,” I say giggling like a schoolgirl, I’m so embarrassing.

He stares at me in confusion, tilting his head a little, I forget he doesn’t always get my references.

“I’m sorry, I forget you don’t like books. I like it, Grayson. Thank you!” My heart is about to fall out of my mouth and I am the color of the crabs that are sitting on the rocks. Fitting, to be honest, I am a cancer after all.

“That was a movie,” Ethan says in his know-it-all voice, clearly done with all of this nonsense.

“There were three books and four movies, Ethan,” Emma corrects him while wiping the water from his face with a towel.

Grayson shrugs, kisses my cheek and says, “You’re welcome. We should all get some dinner now, I’m starving.”

I just nod my burning face away and collect all of my stuff.

At dinner, our saltwater soaked bodies are bathed by the summer island breeze. The sunset looks out of this world, the orange changes to purple, then pink. It’s the most beautiful sunset I have ever seen. It’s really nice here and I am trying to calm down and take it all in. But Grayson is the only one not wearing a shirt, keeping up with his d-bag rep. His muscles are already tan and his abs look so good you would think they’re fake.

Out of nowhere, Grayson says, “Put on your bathing suit cover.”

I stare at him as if I don't even understand the language he is currently speaking.

“The guy behind me is looking at you in the grossest way possible and I don't want to cause a scene by punching him in the face,” he says clenching his jaw. He looks angry.

I look over to the guy and he smiles at me, giving me a flirty wink. He does not look bad at all, he’s quite handsome actually. Grayson notices that I am staring at this guy for too long so he then puts his shirt on me and puts his arm around my shoulder.

His face is red with anger and I understand, he’s just being a protective friend, you never know what people’s intentions are. Especially when it comes to men. So I just sit there while Emma smiles quietly to herself and Ethan rolls his eyes so far back into his skull, they might get stuck that way.

After dinner and taking a shower, we all gather in one room. We were supposed to go out and walk around to enjoy the nightlife, but, although we are all adults, we don’t really enjoy that kind of scene.

Quite frankly, my mind is still reeling from all that has happened since we got here. So after a little while of talking to everyone, I leave to go to my room and I fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow.

When I wake up, I decide to just go walk the deserted beach by myself so I could clear my mind. It’s so early the sun it's coming out just now. As I watch the dark sky turn to a pink-orange, I can’t help but to feel blue. It’s crazy because here I am looking at the most beautiful sunrise, the kind that makes you question just about everything you have done up until this point of your life, and I should feel peaceful. Maybe that’s the problem.

Whatever doesn’t kill me makes me want him more, and because of my tumultuous past experiences with love and friendships, there is nothing else for me to expect but getting hurt and watch all of my closest relationships go up in flames.

My head is spinning and I am going down a spiral when I feel something touch my arm. I jump at the feeling of someone touching me and fall in the water. Just another prime example of how smooth I am.

“Did I do something to make you feel uncomfortable?” Grayson asks helping me up and drying me with his towel.

“No, you just scared me.”

“Yeah, that I know, but I meant before. You’ve seemed kind of off this entire trip.” He looks concerned and looks at me as if to say, you can trust me, it’ll be ok. “We are friends after all, you know? You can tell me anything,” he says in the most reassuring way possible. I want to drown in this vast ocean and never come up again.

“Oh, no,” I try to act surprised, as if nothing could ever be wrong, I’m clearly not that good at it. “I’m fine,” that’s so not true, it’s laughable really.

He doesn’t seem to believe half of my bs, but something stops him from questioning any further. I just look at him and smile, that is the one genuine thing I do in his presence. Words fail me and I am too clumsy to ever be a proper human around him, but just looking at him, his eyes, his smile, his body, all of him, makes this sunrise look like Tana Mongeau leaving day three of Coachella.

He gives me a genuine smile back and says, “Let’s disappear for the day.”

“What? Why?”

“Let’s explore the island together. Plus, it's not like Ethan and Emma won’t enjoy being alone for a day.”

I don’t even know what to think of this, I am paralyzed there as he keeps staring at me, excitedly waiting for an answer.

“Ok, let’s go, now!” I say grabbing his hand.

To be continued…

#ethan dolan #Ethan Dolan imagine #Ethma #blurb #fluff #grayson dolan #grayson x reader #Grayson Dolan imagine #the dolan twins #dolan twins

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ren-val · 4 years

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Depeche Mode - The Wheel (another one of my faves) just show me what you can do

“Im gonna do something short“ I said, you know, like a liar. I don’t have enough of these fools. And this time is not as angsty, but at the same time is harsher. I tried to convey all the emotions, and I just... wow, this is the kinda things Depeche Mode makes you do, right?

He was laying down in the bed, the room dark and cold, his hands still marked with the scorching ashes left by angelfire, his soul drained by the sheer magnitude of what he and Valerian had done.

“Ethan?“

His mind was too tired to even register the fact that he was not alone. That he had not been alone in years, that he was not alone when he killed his sire and drank his blood.

“Ethan, please answer me“

There was concern in that voice. The most sincere, sweet and disgusting form of concern. One that made him snarl and shiver. It almost made him puke, but he was no fledgling vampire anymore, if anything, those wild days of rebellion were over.

And it scared the shit out of him.

“What?“

He spitted towards the closed door.

He heard a sigh, one that made his heart ache. The sound of fingers touching the door, a forehead against the wood. The sounds of caring. Cloying and smothering and so, so very fragile. They make him feel nausea, and fear, and a thousand other things he wanted to burn and forget.

“I am worried about you. A lot”

Of course he was worried. Valerian was always worried. He didn’t understand why; things were simple. They had killed the wretched old pervert: Ethan had slashed his throat and then Valerian burned him to a crisp with angelfire. Simple. Extremely simple.

“I am fine”

He wasn’t. There was a void. A huge, gaping void where decades of hatred and minutes of joy had lived. It was going to eat his soul whole, but he didn’t care much. He wasn’t given much of a choice when born or raised or embraced, there had always been the desires of others…

“You are not. I know you’re not fine”

There it was, the desire to control, masquerading as caring. He had killed the fucker who had harmed him. And he was fine. He was tired of thinking, and of feeling that now he had no idea what to do and where to go. He was never someone of plans and ideas. That was for those who believed in some shit. Like Valerian.

“Oh yeah? How the fuck do you know?”

He growled and snarled, his eyes stinging from tears he didn’t want to shed. Tears that no one deserved. The old pervert was dead, and it what was mattered. That he had screamed in pain and yelled for mercy … but still dared to claim that all he had done was out of love. Disgusting. Pathetic. Revenge stained by a sliver of weakness.

Weakness, that’s what he felt when Valerian whispered behind the closed door.

“Because you haven’t called me princess in days”

It was something stupid, small and ridiculous. But the tone in which Valerian spoke was not the whimper of a scorned puppy, but the clear voice of a darkborn. He was not begging for an explanation: he was telling a fact. It was a harsh reminder that, as much as Ethan liked to forget it, Valerian acted different with him.

“Why? Do you miss it? Ok princess, now leave me alone”

Ethan almost retched at the realization that he did not want to say that. He embraced the poison and weightlessness of his own words: he didn’t want Valerian to see him like that. He didn’t want anyone to care about him. He wanted to throw himself at the hands of fate, to give himself up in a plate so he could stop feeling so numb and hurt at the same time.

He heard Valerian sigh

“Do you really want to be alone?”

It was another stupid question. So, so stupid it made him cry; Ethan did not know what to answer. He wanted to be alone so no one would see his weakness, he wanted to be with someone just to fight them and feel strong, but most of all, Ethan wanted the pain to stop. He wanted to feel as he did before, angry and full of life, eager for revenge and pain and pleasure. Anything but empty.

“I don’t fucking know”

He heard his own voice breaking. Pathetic. He slashed his lips with his fangs, biting down until a bloodied whimper escaped from his mouth. He had his revenge, the fucker was dead, and all he was feeling was emptiness: he had killed his sire, as he had killed other bastards before. But those were the bastards who had accepted him somehow, and it was the man who said that loved him, that had always loved him.

He heard nothing, and for a moment he thought Valerian had left him alone, and instead of feeling relieved, he felt abandoned. And then heartbroken. And then angry at himself for even thinking Valerian would really care for his weakness. He felt the mental lash of insults and hatred flaying his psyche; the names, the humiliations, the violations…

“You don’t deserve this pain”

He raised his face and focused for a moment: Valerian was still behind the door, crying.

“You have not done anything that made you deserve it”

It was just a whisper, but something in those words hit him harder than any scream, than any insult, than any snarl or moan. Ethan tried to speak, but nothing came out but a strangled cry. The taste of his own blood numbing his tongue and his senses. His tears felt like molten light across his cheeks, and for a second he thought they would scar him.

“How do you know?”

In spite of his pain, he stood up, trying to breathe and to stand up as usual, even if everything felt as if made of shattered glass. He barely managed to sit in the bed, looking at the door and trying to not become undone. He wanted to close the door forever; he wanted Valerian to leave, even if he knew that would throw him into a bottomless pit of despair.

“Because you had countless chances to show your true nature, and you have only shown bravery, passion an-”

“NO”

His was the roar of a wounded beast, full of pain and terror. His broken voice even hoarser now more than ever, and his tears falling freely; as if everything in him has been transmuted into pain.

“It was all a lie. All of it. There is no shit like that. I am nothing like that. There is something bad in me. I cannot be loved. I am bad. And weak. And stupid. Worthless. I am worthless and everyone hates me but not if I HATE THEM FIRST”

His last roars were marked by the pain of his nails slashing his own skin. More of his own blood filling the air, now mixed with the holy scent of ashes and the salty tang of tears. he wanted to disappear, but he also wanted to go outside and run. He wanted to open the door and kiss Valerian, and he also wanted to make him go away forever. But instead of that, Ethan cried, each small gesture a source of suffering, all emotions becoming pain.

“And you are the worst of all, Valerian” He cursed “You care and you listen and you make me think that things can be different. You behave like you’re the best, when you’re the fucking worst that has ever happened to me. I was fine until you decided to come into my life. I was fine until you started to fucking care”

Because that was the main problem, he thought: one day he was a rebel and a jerkass, and after one night he had become a part of something. He had started to think about someone else instead of just going along the motions. In each drop of blood was the realization that this was the first time in his life as an embraced that he had trusted someone who was not the fucking pervert. And that felt awful.

“You can leave if you wish”

Once more, the cold finality of Valerian’s voice startled him. There was the strained tone of tears, and there was no signal that the darkborn had moved. Until the unmistakable sounds of steps turning away from the door caused Ethan to panic; the surge of fear and hatred turning inwards, his inner monologue becoming a tattered mess of pleas and promises. Trembling, he stood up and opened the door aggressively, expecting the worst.

In the middle of the corridor, looking at him through a silent veil of tears, was Valerian. His face marked by sadness and ashes, somehow more angelic and dirty than ever before. The sight almost made Ethan roar in anger, but he was not able, too lost in the look of infinite sadness and worry that marked the face of his companion.

“Why do you hate me so much?”

His question sounded like a whine instead of a proper sentence. But it was sincere, it was the main and almost only thought in his mind. Because he felt as if Valerian did, as if he wanted him gone, as if he didn’t care at all, as if anything Ethan ever did was not good enough. He hated the darkborn, and he also didn’t want him to ever, ever leave.

“I have never hated you Ethan”

“Then why the fuck do you want me to leave?” He scoffed

Valerian shook his head “I do not want you to leave. I want…” He paused for a moment, sighing deeply “I want you to be happy, I want you to be free. I want you to be you”

Ethan looked down, more confused than ever “And who the fuck am I?”

He pressed his back to the wall, all anger and fury dissolving like ash in the rain. All of the things that had happened were barely dawning on his head, his body battered by both battle and emotional onslaught. He asked a question for which he had no answer, not even a simple glimpse of an idea. He looked into the room, seeing the portrait of himself that Valerian had put there in lieu of a mirror, and laughed bitterly.

“Ethan, you are an embraced. Brave, passionate, and courageous.”

“I don’t feel like anything of what you’ve said” He declared “I don’t feel like anything, really. Whoever you’re talking about wanted to live and get revenge on a fucking weirdo who did bad things to him. Me? I have no idea who I am. Except that I am a worthless son of a bitch who somehow tricked you into this shitstorm”

The void in his heart returned, but subdued and less painful. As if a great weight had been lifted from his chest; and even if the distraught gestured of Valerian made him nervous, he felt way better, even if he felt empty. He said no more, and neither did the darkborn. Instead they just looked at each other, longing for an answer that neither had.

“I do not know what to do to help you” Valerian admitted, as if in pain.

“It’s not like you can actually do it, but...” he wondered, too tired to even gather a coherent thought “I prefer you controlling things, when you are behind all of this, instead of me. At least for now, I’m going cheap”

Ethan opened his arms, both as a way to release and as an invitation, and Valerian took it. They embraced, as closely as they could, still surrounded by confusion and pain and emptiness, but at least together. There were no answers, and a lot of questions in the air, but it felt as if a storm had been pushed for another day. A catastrophe averted by virtue of exhaustion on one part, and compassion on the other.

“We better try to sleep, it is almost dawn and you have been going around since sundown”

“Sure. Just… drive, pull my strings, tell me what the hell to do. I don’t know anything, except that I am yours to keep, princess”

Valerian sighed, almost smiling, and in their shared embrace, carried him to bed.

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51. Part 2

I nervously laughed, I mean what is she even on “erm why?” I said not believing a word she is saying “Sofia, just please tell Cassius to not go where he is going. It’s taken a lot for me to come here but I knew if I went to Cassius he would ignore me or kill me. Just please” Isabella pleaded, my face fell at her crying “he will listen to you, tell him don’t go. If you love him you tell him don’t go” I shot up from the couch “you’re scaring me” I am so scared right now, holding Cartier close to me “I am more scared than you are” she said, rushing to the counter. Tapping Cassius name “but he won’t listen to me? I don’t know what I am saying to him” turning to her “he will listen, just stop him. I will explain” she sobbed out, she knows something “oh my god, Cassius please” I said, straight to voicemail “please god, don’t ignore me Cassius” calling his number again, I am shaking with my son in my arms “please, please. Please god” I said to myself “hello” Cassius answered, taking it off speaker and picking the phone up and placing it on my ear “Cassius, where are you?” he can’t have got far “going to Brooklyn” turning to Isabella “going to Brooklyn” I repeated “yeah I am” Cassius said “Cassius, don’t go. Whatever you are doing don’t do it, turn back around” I am not even sure “tell him to not say anything to Myles, keep things normal” Isabella said “I will be ok. It’s nothing, he don’t know I’m coming for him” Cassius won’t listen to me “Cassius, I am asking you to listen to me this time. Please, for the sake of me and our son turn back around” I paused “and don’t say anything to Myles, keep things normal” I repeated what Isabella said “who the fuck is there!?” Cassius spat “it’s just Isabella, why are you shouting at me. I want you to turn back around!” I shouted back at him “ok but why is she there and speaking? I am not turning back” of course he won’t listen “Cassius, please. I beg you, if you love me. Do it, now. I think she knows something” I wish he listens “she don’t know shit, she is dumb as shit. He don’t want her ass” I sighed out “are you doing it or no?” I don’t want to hear it “Ethan, turn back” I breathed out “Cassius, please do not do anything behind my back. I will call you and tell you what is happening. Just do not say anything to anyone, please!” something is wrong, I don’t like it “cool, I won’t” he put the phone down, he is annoyed but I hope he trusts me in this.

I am so scared right now, I don’t know what is happening or what is going to come. Holding my son close to me “are you here to hurt me?” I said it out loud, I am just going to say it “no” she said in a whisper “Sofia, Myles has done bad. I knew what he was doing and I am also bad but he took it too far” she strained out “I uhm need to put him to sleep” I want to run “Sofia just listen to me, I don’t have time to be here and wait around” she got up, I moved back a little “I won’t hurt you, I promise you I won’t. Myles has been the guy behind this all, he is Burke” I paused staring at Isabella like she is crazy, she is crazy or hurt over the fact Myles don’t want her anymore “Isabella this is not a joke, you can’t be saying these things” I am a little scared she will hurt my son “he wishes I was crazy, you want to know why I never bothered, why I was always made to stay away because he was scared I would say something, he made out that he didn’t want me when he did. He has been taking Cassius product and using it in Miami, he is a boss in Miami, he goes as Burke. Myles started this hate for Cassius when he came after being locked away, he felt like he favoured Kyle, he would do his shit jobs. So he used Cassius workers and used his things behind his back and made himself boss there. Cassius has now gone there, Myles has lost his damn mind and did what I said for him not to do, he messed it up and I can’t control him, if he finds me here he will kill me. I told him not to kill Cassius brother but he did, he got him killed, he set his brother up. He had his brother placed in a holding cell where nobody liked him and he got stabbed to death, he is trying to now get Cassius killed but make it look like Kyle set Cassius up but it’s not, I told him stop. This is your friend, he goes my friend wouldn’t give me shit jobs and kick me to the side, Myles has been playing away from Cassius for so long but Cassius trusts him. Sofia, Myles is so dangerous, he knows Cassius every move. I swear to god, you don’t know how much Myles has been playing everyone, Cassius should have seen it himself, it was right there! He came home and said Cassius said I should leave you, I goes why would you? I was confused and he said he was feeding them lies so he didn’t have to be with them, so he could be in Miami. There is people in Cassius team that are also on Myles team. Sofia I come to you because he is out of hand, I told him no. I am scared he will come for you, he is in Atlanta, he is not in New York, he setting Cassius up“ feeling myself shake “sit down” Isabella grabbed my arm “just sit” I feel faint hearing this.

Isabella sat next to me and cried “Sofia, you are the only one to tell Cassius. He will listen to you, you think I am lying” Isabella got her phone out from her pocket “you listen to this. You listen” I don’t know what to say or do “that is Cassius best friend and I couldn’t think that” Isabella put the phone on speaker, I am not saying she is a liar, I think I do believe her but why “Bella” Myles answered “hey, when are you coming back home? I am making you some wings” frowning at the phone “in like half hour, I am sending some picture over to him. He going to be on edge, but I will be home. You know you and I will be good after this” Isabella looked at me “ok, I know. But doesn’t Cassius think you not in Miami?” she asked “who he fucking checking? Not me” Myles sniggered “I am out” he disconnected the call, I am so scared “will he harm my baby?” what if he does “he has this hate for Cassius, he was like he treats me like Lamar, am I his Lamar but I said that you keep away from him. But Myles has just shut off, he said that Cassius is not the strong one. He just sits back and let’s us do it and I said ain’t that how a boss does and he hit me” I couldn’t help myself but tears fell from my eyes, I am so scared and Cassius is there “how can I save my man? Isabella please, you help me and I help you” I can’t lose him, Myles knows his every move and he is in danger “be normal with him, you need to make Cassius come back here. It’s an emergency but I know he will come back for you, Myles is trying to test Cassius. He is testing Cassius so much and he will hit him where it hurts” I am shaking.

Why am I even listening to Sofia, telling me to turn around. I don’t know what the hell I am doing but she said if you love me then you will “so why we turning around again?” Kyle asked “I uhm, don’t feel right about this. Keep to that” Sofia said don’t say anything so I am not, I just wanted to get this shit over with but no, I guess I am playing around but how can I believe Sofia when she don’t even want me going there. Ethan did a sharp turn “what was that for?” I asked him “didn’t like the look of it outside your mom’ home” he sped up “how so?” I questioned “the cars didn’t look right” frowning at him “my mom is in there and my nephew, the only surviving blood of my brother, what the fuck you mean it don’t look right” leaning forward “Cassius! Just sit back” Kyle said, sitting back in a huff “Ethan speak, what you on?” I am going to kill him “those ain’t our cars, just give me a moment. I don’t want to stop driving” dialling my mom’ number, I ain’t fucking with this “I am killing your family if anything happens” I spat “Cassius” I haven’t spoken to my mom since Jordan “mom, you, Bryce, Jasmine and Josiah. Go to the basement, do it now yeah” disconnecting the call “they ain’t picking up are they Ethan? The people outside my home ain’t mine are they?” Ethan is fucking lost “you better send out all of the crew there!” I spat, everything is falling apart.

Hearing my phone buzz three times, I don’t want to read messages right now “Kyle, what if they kill my family?” looking up at him “it won’t happen, we got our people there, they are there. It’s priority, we got this. We got more people, Monique ain’t going anywhere. We got this, Sofia stopped you from going?” nodding my head “Isabella was there, Sofia said don’t go. But it seems like it saved my family from not going or I wouldn’t have gone there, did they see us?” Kyle shook his head “Ethan picked it up straight away, what does Sofia know? I told Amira to go and see Sofia and be with her, I want them to be together with Wheezy. Cassius we got this, you got this” Nodding my head, something is not right. Picking my phone up from the table, unlocking my phone. This is a unknown number, opening the messages. Tapping on the picture “what the fuck” seeing pictures of Sofia and my son leaving the house today “no, no, no, no. This is not right!” exiting out of the pictures, tapping on Sofia’ name “they aiming for my kid yo” I strained out “Cassius” I breathed out hearing Sofia’ voice “Cassius, you can do this. You are ok” she said, I didn’t even need to say anything “but I want you to come back, Cartier is not well. Please come” she said “what is wrong with him?” I said back ever so quickly “he is sick, we need you here. Just see him, please come back” nodding my head “I will visit quickly, is Wheezy there? I love you” someone is trying to take my loved ones and I am not there “I love you too and he is here, so is Amira” looking at Kyle “I will be there soon” disconnecting the call “my son is not well, we need to find out about my family” I need to know they are ok.

Walking towards my family home that has been cornered off by the police “move” pushing by the people “this is my home” I pointed, staring at my home with the windows being shot through, the whole home just being shot at “stay back” the officer said “he is with me” hearing someone say, I can’t take my eyes off my home. This has never happened to my home at all “come under” looking at Kalia “Cassius” leaning under the tape and walking with her “stay there” I said to Ethan, walking with Kalia “my mom” my voice broke “where is she?” I want my mom “she is fine, she is here” walking around the ambulance “mom!” I spat, she got up and came at me as I hugged my mom close “you’re ok, oh my god mom” I sobbed out “I am ok Cassius, we are ok” the feeling to have my mom in my arms, to have her here with me “I thank god that you are ok” pressing a kiss to my mom’ head as I moved back “my third son is dead Cassius” putting my head down “do you have any thought on what happened Cassius?” Kalia asked “no” looking around me, there is dead bodies around, these niggas killed each other “sure, we will take your family for questioning I guess” this is so unreal, niggas are attacking my family and I don’t know who it is. Rubbing my chin “Cassius, go. Please just go, we are ok” my mom said, clenching my jaw “I will be back” walking off, looking over at my family home just destroyed.

I am so fucking stressed “so, from when I didn’t go to this meet to this. What I want to know is what the fuck would have happened if I didn’t so happen to turn back, was this just a fake meet or what? I mean Myles said he is not in Miami and the guy is operating here so what is happening. If we didn’t turn back, if we didn’t so happen go back my family would have been dead, you know this right?” looking at Ethan “listen, I put our people there. They wasn’t there, because they are fucking dead” Ethan said “and the only way someone would be getting close to them is if they knew the person” there is someone in my team, it is and it’s fucking me up “I feel like killing everyone, this is how close this shit could have gone wrong. I could have lost my family, if it wasn’t for that basement I got made for this then they would be gone, you seen the house. So you call Myles and you tell him we didn’t see the guy but this is what happened. I need to go back and see my son, I need to make a quick trip. Ethan, you need to look after my family” sitting back in the seat in the back of the Range “the best thing we can do is stay away from the crime scene, that is it” I mumbled to myself “Cassius don’t be hard on yourself, this is something even I can’t figure out” Kyle said but this doesn’t make me feel better.

I feel bad, I feel like I am ditching my family to go Atlanta but my son is not well and I need to see him, even if it’s an hour. It’s just me and Kyle anyways, I am trusting Ethan with this. Dialling Sofia’ number, I will let her know I am coming “hey” she picks up so quick which is cute “it’s me, I am coming back for like an hour” I sound like shit, I feel it that is why “ok, I am happy you are. Cassius you are so heavy hearted right now, I just want you to know that I trust that you can fix this, I don’t want you to feel upset, you can fix this. Keep your head up” I don’t think I can but I won’t say that “I am here for you Cassius” smiling lightly “I am hurting bad, whoever want me has attacked my mom’ home. The whole place shot up, and there is dead bodies outside the place but they are ok, if it wasn’t for you saying turn around then my family would be gone” that is the truth, she did save my family “oh my god Cassius, I am hurting so much for you. Please come back home quick, you need a big hug. Just come home to me. And uhm bring Kyle with you, Amira is here” I swallowed hard “I will” disconnected the call “what do you mean Sofia told you to turn around? Why?” Kyle questioned “she begged me to turn around, Isabella had something to say but Sofia ain’t said shit, probably nothing. It’s the last thing on my mind” I don’t care for her.

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imaginedolanscribbles · 5 years

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Badboy!Ethan concept

(sort of)

words: 1.377

warnings: swearing (unedited)

summary: it started as a concept of badboy!Ethan being super soft for his girl and telling her he loves her and stuff! (anon requested) and then it just ran away from me a little bit...

Ok, so, Ethan would be a bad boy mainly for the aesthetic? Like he'd absolutely look the part: leather jacket, ripped jeans, boots and sunglasses. And he'd be just as hot as intimidating, of course, the epitome of "tall dark and handsome" with the darkest scowl you can imagine.

He's also be the one who approaches you, you would never go up and talk to him. Not because you're a wallflower or something, you just don't see any reason to push your presence onto people who seem to have absolutely no interest in holding a conversation. Or eye contact. Or any sort of interaction with another human being.

So yeah, he surprises you when he starts talking to you. First in the shortest sentences you have ever heard, but gradually they get longer and longer until it's almost a conversation. And even from that short exchange you can tell there's actually a lot going on behind those dark eyes, even though he tries to hide it behind black tinted sunglasses.

Ethan has an actual "onion-personality": whenever you peel off one layer, there's another right under and it's a lot of work to get to know him and it takes time and it's frustrating and with every layer he lets you uncover, he grows more and more fascinating.

He likes watching you get dressed in the morning, calls it "putting on your battle armour" which is hilarious because even though you might not see going out and interacting with the world as a "battle", Ethan does. Likewise, you like watching him get undressed, the more layers he's wearing the better. You have developed a thing for the leather jacket and helmet he wears when he rides his bike and you're pretty sure, you didn't used to have a thing for those before Ethan.

Going out with him usually is a whole adventure. It always stars sweet, because he will play with your fingers or hair and not look at you when he asks if you'd like to go eat out tonight. On the ride to the restaurant Ethan will drive not necessarily slowly but very safe, never reckless -- he never is when you're sitting behind him. And you will have your arms slung around his middle, leaning against him and soaking in his bodyheat and the rough feeling of your thighs being pressed to the outside of his hips. Ethan will drive safe and secure, almost stoically if it weren't for the fact that he will always, always take one hand off the handlebar and cover yours where they meet around his middle, whenever there's a red light he has to stop at.

The restaurant itself is where thing will get tense usually. Ethan usually stares the poor waiter or waitress down until they stop asking questions and his order is usually no more than three words pressed out between grit teeth. He won't ever say "please" or "thank you". Ever. Sometimes he will even scowl at people watching them (because he's a tall guy dressed in a leather jacket and heavy boots, being rude to people trying to do their jobs). And everytime you want to scold him, you want to ask him to at least let you talk and stop looking at everyone and everything like he's considering how to kill them most efficiently.

But that's the moment Ethan will stretch out his legs and tangle his feet with yours, whether there's a tablecloth to cover it up or not. And usually your heart then melts until you forget what you'd even wanted to say.

Ethan will glare at the waiter or waitress whenever they interrupt your conversation, even if they're just silently refilling your drinks. Without fault, his voice will turn velvety soft again when he picks up the conversation again. You're so used to that by now, that you're not even wondering about it anymore.

He does stuff like this all the time. He could be telling someone to fuck off and then take your hand, kiss it and offer to get ice cream. Once he had his arm around your shoulders and you were walking down the street, your hand buried in the back pocket of his jeans, and there was some guy smoking and whistling as you went by.

(honestly, he could've been whistling at you or at Ethan, it's not really clear whom the guy was whistling at)

And Ethan had just halted and turned to him, his arm still around you, and his other hand grabbing the guy's wrist hard. The guy had been too surprised to do anything but gape when Ethan threatened to put his own cigarette out on his face if he ever did that again -- trembling the guy had dropped his cigarette from the hand still in Ethan's grip and nodded quickly. And Ethan had let go of him and turned to brush his lips over your temple, pressing a row of butterfly-kisses around your ear and mumbling about how he loved how you always smelled flowery.

The first time he says he loves you, there has never even been a discussion about what you are. You've just started sleeping over at his place a few months ago and Ethan bought a second helmet for his bike just for you and you never felt it was necessary to ask about it. You know he's not seeing anyone else and even though he never said anything about it, you know Ethan assumes neither are you.

So it doesn't feel like a big deal when you find a leather jacket that's kind of similar to his but fits you perfectly. He watches you when you enter his place that evening and his eyes don't widen or narrow, he just sort of watches you with that open, unguarded expression he only wears when he's alone with you. It sends that familiar warmth tingling through your stomach and you meet his gaze, waiting for him to say whatever's on his mind.

He just sits on the couch, legs resting on the table, red sweater thrown carelessly over the backrest behind him, looking at you. There's a beat of silence during which you notice the way his black t-shirt has ridden up and is revealing the delicious curve of his arm. The dark tresses of floppy hair falling almost into his eyes have your fingers itching to run through it and feel the silky locks wrap around them.

Then Ethan says in that familiar soft, dark voice: "I love you."

And maybe it should elicit a bigger reaction from you, a gasp, a rush of happiness or even a flash of fear, but it doesn't. All you feel is warmth and tenderness, so much tenderness for the softest man you've ever met, who invited you to fight your way through the mile-high walls of pure steel he's built around himself and has no problem letting people crash and break before. He let you in, let you explore all the edges, sore spots and scars he's been hiding, trusting you not to hurt him, and you cannot imagine a more intimate gift from a person as private as Ethan.

"You like it?", you ask and twirl around for him to see the leather jacket in ist entirety. "It made me think of you."

There's a silent smile playing on his lips as he watches you. "I'ts perfect. I like it. It makes me wanna fuck you against my bike."

This time you do gasp and you try to look scandalized but it doesn't really work, not with the tingling warmth still rushing through you. "The things you say sometimes...so romantic."

Ethan huffs out a laugh and watches you come closer, spreading his legs for you to stand between them as he looks up at you standing over him.

"I'm plenty romantic."

You can't help the soft smile, even as you feel his hands dance over your thighs and hips, anything but romantically. "Yeah. You actually are."

"Ok, shut up now, let's go get my bike", Ethan grumbles and just picks you up as he stands up. You protest and hit him where you can reach his back, laughing helplessly and your mind filled with one thought only: I love you, too.

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criminalhotch · 6 years

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Feelings and Emotions~A Grayson Dolan Imagine

A/N: I know this is like two weeks late but working two jobs is tiring and I just didn’t have the time but I can only work one job this week so I wrote this. This is Part 4 to An Old Flame. I have linked the first three parts in case you need a refresher and I just reblogged them as well! The next part is E’s wedding and I am super excited to write that! I am not sure when it will be up though I have friends visiting for a late birthday celebration this weekend. This has got a little bit of everything in it and it is a few hundred words longer than the other three. Excuse any typos, please. Please feel free to send in requests!

An Old Flame

Little Black Dress

My Home is You

Warnings: Smut, Protective Daddy Grayson, DADDY! Grayson, some cursing.

Word Count: 3,857

Ethan, Grayson, Amelia, and Addison’s birthdays are tomorrow. My parents, the boy’s parents, Brooke, Cameron, and myself had planned a surprise party for all four of them. Which was hard due to the age difference, but we decided to just do two themes. The girls had Peppa Pig and the boys had a muscle cars theme. Two cakes, two sets of decorations, two of pretty much everything. Brooke had the easy job she just had to wrangle up Ethan to go over to his parent’s house, I, on the other hand, had to get the girls and Grayson there. I told them we were going to a birthday dinner and they all needed to dress nicely. Grayson wore black skinny jeans with a black shirt and a denim jacket. Meanwhile, the girls had matching dresses, but one was black, and one was red. Addison wore the black one while Amelia wore the red one. I had Bentley wear blue jeans with a sweater and a collared shirt underneath it. I wore a blue sweater with black leggings. We all looked very nice and very warm.

(A/N: I do not imagine the models of the outfits to be what the characters look like. It is only to show the outfits. The only person that matches is Grayson. It is totally up to your imagination what the characters look like.)

“Babe, can I drive the Jeep?” I asked. “Um, why?” Grayson hesitated. “Where we are going is a surprise, so you are all getting blindfolded even B, so he doesn’t tell” I explained. “Why don’t we take your car then?” he suggested. “The girls’ car seats are in the Jeep and they won’t all fit in my car,” I told him. “Ok but don’t kill us,” he said while tossing me the keys. “I need you to help me blindfold the kids then I will blindfold you,” I said. “Ooo kinky” he snickered. “Grayson Bailey” I scolded. “What?” he shrugged, “I said slinky”. I rolled my eyes then blindfold Bentley while he put one on Addy. I hopped in the drivers’ side while he finished with Lia’s. “Your turn” I smiled as blindfolded him then buckled myself in. “Not only are you driving MY car, but you are doing it while I am BLINDFOLDED” he exaggerated. “Gray, you’re being a drama queen, quit acting like Ethan,” I said shaking my head even though he couldn’t see me. “How long until we are there mommy?” Bentley asked. “We are almost there, sweetheart,” I told him. I pulled into the driveway but didn’t park the car so they wouldn’t think they were there. Right as I checked my phone Brooke had texted me. “We will be there in a minute”, so I decided to back out and drive around the block. “Why did you back up?” Gray asked. “I am used to driving my car and I thought we could fit in the parking spot, but we couldn’t” I explained falsely, and he nodded. When we pulled back in Brooke was waiting for us. It was hard having to direct everyone, so I told Bentley to take off his blindfold but not to say anything and he nodded. “Addy, Lia hold Bentley’s hands he will guide you,” I said to the girls. Which having a two-year-old guide two five-year-olds wasn’t easy, but he did well. I had Gray while Brooke had E. We both mouthed, “3,2,1” to each other and walked in. Everyone screamed “Surprise!” as they all took off their blindfolds. “A surprise party!” The girls yelled while the boys both grinned.

Lisa came up to us first shortly followed by Sean. “I see you managed” Lisa commented. “It was difficult, but I let B take his blindfold off so he could help the girls” I explained. “The decorations look awesome,” I said as I admired the mix of the two themes. “Cam helped us” Sean explained. “Where is she?” I asked. “Not sure,” Lisa said as they were swept away by some family friends. I felt arms wrap around my waist. “You are amazing” Gray whispered in my ear. “I’m not trying to brag but I mean” I snickered. “Thank you for all of this. My parents told me this was all your idea everyone just joined in. You weren’t even in the state and managed to make everything work. The girls and B are having a blast” he told me. “I love surprise parties. It was a lot of fun, honestly” I admitted truthfully. “Daddy, when can we open presents,” Lia asked tugging at Gray’s shirt. “Let me talk to grandma first, ok?” he asked, and she nodded then ran off. Gray intertwined his fingers with mine as we walked around trying to find Lisa again. “The girls are ready for presents” he chuckled. “Well then let’s get them some presents!” she exclaimed. We sat through presents and cake. The evening started to die down. It was almost nine and the kids were getting tired. We started loading the kids up into the Jeep. Gray had taken Addy out first because she was already passed out. Ethan came up to me as I was packing up all the presents the girls had got. “Thank you,” Ethan said to me. “For what, E?” I asked. “This party but mainly for coming back to Grayson. Not to be dramatic but he is so different now that you’re here. You light up his whole world. I mean the girls mean everything to him, but you just completed the hole that was missing in his heart. I have never seen him smile or laugh this much since before you left” he admitted. “Ethan, I know I messed up. I know I hurt your brother and trust me I feel like a terrible human being, but I promise that I will never leave him again. I haven’t been this happy since before I left him either. I mean I loved Ryan and he gave me Bentley but Gray” I paused “Grayson is the one and I hope he feels that way too,” I told him. “I think he does too. I mean I think that’s a way’s away but either way let Brooke and I tie the knot first, ok?” he chuckled. “Oh, we will I promise,” I told him as Gray entered the room. “What are you guys talking about?” Gray asked. “How much of a little bitch you are when it comes to Y/N” Ethan teased him. They hadn’t changed much with age. Gray quickly tackled him to the floor. “Like you’ve got much room. You are the first one to get married. No one thought you’d be first or even second” Gray snickered. “Yea well you beat me to kids” Ethan rebutted. “And that is a good thing,” Grayson said back. “Ok you two we need to get our kids home,” I said pulling Grayson from his brother. “Can I drive now?” Gray asked. “But I loved driving the Jeep” I pleaded sticking my bottom lip out. “Damn, you know I can’t tell you no, right?” he asked. “Yes, I know,” I said as I kissed him once he was done shutting the door to his parent’s house. I pushed him into the door to hold us up. “Babe, the kids can see us,” he said, and I pulled away. He started walking to the jeep and as he got in I told him “We are finishing that later” and he smirked.

**Skip to Summer (Specifically Memorial Day)

My family decided to have their Memorial Day on Saturday and Gray’s family’s was on Sunday. My parents had a beach house, so we decided to go there. My dad had fireworks, food to grill which Grayson insisted he would help him with, and lots of things for the kids to do. “Having one of these would be so nice” Gray commented. “I mean yeah, sure but not for a while, right?” I asked him. “Whenever you want one babe” he responded. “I mean my parents would let us use it whenever. Why would we need one?” I asked. “It was just a thought, darling” he replied.

We had brought the kids to the beach. Bentley had never been, so he was excited with his swim trunks, sunscreen, and some floaties as well as sandcastle equipment courtesy of the twins. The kids were a few feet away building their castles while Gray laid on his stomach letting his back tan. I had a small chair on top of our large blanket so I could tan my stomach. I was reading a book when Addy came running over to us, crying. “Daddy those kids knocked over our sand castle,” she said pointing at kids who were probably about eight or nine and stomping on my kids’ sand castle. Gray got up quickly and I knew that look. He was protective of me, sure but with the kids, it nearly doubled. I couldn’t tell if his face was red from the heat or from anger. “Gray, they are kids!” I shouted at him. “Were you the kids who destroyed my children’s sand castle?” he asked them angrily. “Yes, their sand castle was ugly. We did them a service” the boy responded. He was probably nine or ten. “Yeah, it was all lopsided and separated” the blonde little girl explained. “They are two five-year old’s and a two-year-old, who are you to come over here and destroy someone else’s hard work? I don’t care how good or bad it looked, they were proud of it and they were learning because they are young. Bentley here has never been to the beach. You little brats came over here being bullies and ruining his first time here. That is just terrible. Now apologize to my children before I find your parents and tell them how rude you were to MY kids” he finished. “Uhh S-s-sorry” they all muttered. “You better mind your own business while you are on this beach and leave kids that are younger and smaller than you alone. Do you understand me?” Gray asked them. “Yes,” the two younger girls said immediately but the boy stood there. “I believe I asked you a question,” he said growling towards the oldest child. “Uhh, yes sir” he finally muttered slightly scared of my boyfriend. “Now be gone and don’t come near my kids ever again,” he said as the older kids all ran off. Damn, he was hot being all protective. “Are you guys ok, did they hurt you?” he asked the kids. “Just our feelings, daddy” Lia sniffled. He kissed her sandy head. “You guys want to build another one?” he asked. “but they said it was ugly” Addy cried. “Hey, you guys haven’t made one in a long time. Practice makes perfect. Why don’t Y/N and I help you guys?” he asked looking over at me and I nodded then got up. “Ok!” they all shouted. “You’re so hot being protective over the kids,” I said while the kids were off getting some wet sand a couple feet away. “There are 6 people you don’t fuck with. My mom, my dad, my brother, my sister, you, and especially my kids” he told me still slightly angry. “You’re a good dad, Gray” I smiled at him while making a smooth spot for the sand castles. “I was bullied my whole life I refuse to let it happen to my kids too,” he said. “I know, babe. I’m not mad at you. It kind of turned me on, actually” I said as I started to get up to go help, Bentley. “Oh, really?” he smirked. “Mhmm,” I said as I bent down to his ear “Daddy” I finished as I walked away to help Bentley. Making sure my boobs looked very full and perky knowing he’d stare right at me, and the kids of course. I had realized there were a couple of buckets behind us, so I turned around and bent over to pick them up just to tease Grayson more because why not, right? We walked back over and started making the sand castles. Grayson came over next to me and began rubbing my thigh. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Just some payback” he snickered. “When we get back to the beach house you can do whatever you want to me” I begged. “Damn right,” he said reaching over to help the girls. We were at the beach about another hour as it was nearing dinner time and it was almost time to eat. We walked back to the beach house. The kids changed into their Memorial Day outfits as Grayson helped my dad grill. “He loves you” I heard a familiar voice. “I know mom and I love him too” I smiled. “I am so glad you came back even though it was for Grayson,” my mom told me truthfully. “Bentley deserved to have a family and a father figure, some siblings” I responded. “You made the best choice for you and your son never forget that,” she said as my dad called out that the food was done cooking, so it was time to eat.

It was such a fun day overall. It sucked the beach had to be ruined by those bratty kids. Thankfully we could get our frustrations out because my parents’ room was downstairs, and the kids’ room was all the way down the hall. “You were not very nice at the beach today,” Grayson said as he came back from showering. His body glistened with water droplets and a fresh tan. “I couldn’t help it. You were so sexy standing up for the kids like that” I said as I moved closer my eyes never leaving his body. I quickly pulled the loose knot he had anchored around his hips. The towel falling to the floor releasing his semi-hard member. “I guess we should fix that,” I said wrapping my hand around him as he leaned down to kiss me hard. He backed me into the bed where I fell and then I quickly scooted my body up to the pillows. “How does it feel knowing that we are having sex in the same house your parents are in” he asked. “It was fine until you said something, but I’ll get over it” I shrugged grabbing his face and connecting our lips. “Eager, are we?” he snickered. “Always for you, daddy” I teased. “Damn it, baby girl” he growled pulling my thighs towards his mouth. “You know you deserve a small punishment for teasing me in public like that princess and with the kids? What would have happened if I got too hard because of you?” he asked angrily but before I answered his mouth attacked my clit, harshly. I screamed out in shock and in pleasure. “Graaaaayyy” I moaned. His tongue lapped at my pussy as his nose brushed my clit. He stopped for a second to ask, “Do you want a finger baby girl?” “Oh my god, yes daddy” I yearned for more of his touch. He thrusted a finger inside of me while continuing his attack with his mouth. The things he could do with his tongue, his teeth, and his lips. He added another finger causing me to moan loudly. “Keep quiet, princess. Don’t wanna get caught” he hummed. I was close, and he knew it. He wrapped his mouth around my swollen clit sucking harshly as two of his thick fingers pulsed in and out of me. “Daddy!” I screamed as I started to cum all over his face, probably drowning him with my release. He never stopped his mouth stayed on my clit even after I had come down from my high. “Gray, I can’t,” I said with a shaky breath. “Oh, but you will, this is your punishment baby girl. I want you to cum two more times then I will think about if I want to fuck you or not” he explained. He then returned to his position. He kitten licked my sensitive heat as I moaned his name repeatedly. “God this pussy is so pretty and it’s all mine” he growled plunging two fingers into me without warning. “D-d-daddy” I stuttered out. I was close to my second orgasm. “I’m close” I moaned out. “I know baby girl. I know exactly how you are when you are about to come for daddy” he said with a cocky grin. He took a break from his mouth. His two fingers stayed inside of me at a steady rhythm as he brought his other thumb up to my clit rubbing in sync with his other fingers. “Cum Princess, I know you want to cum on my fingers for a second time tonight” he granted me permission and I fell apart at his touch. “G-G-Gr-Grayson” I said trying to recover from my orgasm, but he wouldn’t let me. His thumb never left my clit except for when he switched it back to his mouth. “Grayson,” I said but he wouldn’t stop. I needed to take a break. “Gray” my voice cracked as tears pricked at my eyes and he stopped immediately. “Wh-What’s wrong?” he asked. “What did I do?” he asked with sad eyes like he’d hurt me. “I just need a break. It is starting to hurt a little bit” I said. “I-I’m sorry” he sulked. “It’s ok, it felt so good until it didn’t. You were caught in the moment and nothing’s wrong with that” I smiled at him and he kissed my forehead. “Why don’t I uhh help you out,” I said motioning to his dick that was glistening with precum yearning to be caressed. “I don’t want to get carried away again” he whispered. “I’ll stop myself if I need to, just let me do it, ok?” I said making my way down his body and he nodded. I flicked my tongue along the underside of his long, thick shaft. “Mhmm, baby girl” he hummed. I began to suck gently on his desperate tip. “Oh god, beautiful. Fuck I love you so much” he groaned as I removed my self from him. “I love you too handsome,” I said as I began to take more of him in my mouth hallowing my cheeks and slipping my tongue in every direction. Gray couldn’t help but be in control, so it wasn’t long before he pulled my hair into a makeshift ponytail. I looked up at him as he did it and he looked right at me. His eyes saying I’ll be careful. I nodded and let him take control of me. I bobbed my head on his cock as he led me with pulls and tugs of my hair. He removed me suddenly and I was confused. “What did I do?” I asked. “Oh god, not a damn thing but if I don’t fuck you right now I am going to lose myself inside your mouth” he groaned as he pulled me up and pointed for me to lay on the bed.

He climbed on top of me slowly. “Ready, beautiful?” he asked. “Whenever you are, Gray” I agreed. He slowly pushed himself inside of me like he was afraid of hurting me. “Babe,” I said, and his beautiful brown-green eyes flicked up to meet mine. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “Nothing but you act like you’re going to break me” I explained. “I don’t want to hurt you again,” he told me. “You won’t, Gray. It’s ok” I explained. “I’m over your punishment. I just want to make love to you now” he said quietly. He had kept a steady pace, but it was slow. “That’s fine, baby but can you go a little faster?” I asked, and he nodded picking up his pace. It was rare when he was slow and deliberate. His neck was bent to where he was looking at my boobs as they bounced with the connection of his hips with mine. I took the time to capture his body in my mind. Our bodies continued to connect over and over. It felt like slow motion as if we needed to take the time to truly feel our emotions. I loved him, I always had. He was my boyfriend, my best friend.

We both had come down from our highs and we were laying in bed getting ready to go to sleep. He had turned away from me like he was afraid to look at me. “Grayson let me see your face” I requested. He slowly turned onto his other side. “What’s wrong?” I asked. He sighed, and I pulled him into me. His head rested on my shoulder buried in my hair. I began playing with his hair trying to calm him. “Talk to me, babe” I begged. “I’m scared. I’m scared that I’m going to hurt you not only in bed but like in real life. Not like physically, god I could never hit you or the kids but like emotionally” he said rambling a little bit. “Gray, I am an adult. I have grown and so have you. What happened tonight was an accident. I know you feel bad. It was one of those things where you live and learn. I am not mad or upset. You weren’t trying to hurt me, you were trying to have fun and it went south. It doesn’t make you a bad person” I explained to him and he didn’t respond. “Grayson Bailey” I sing songed. “What?” he grumbled. “I love you,” I told him. “I know, and I love you,” he said while looking up at me. I leaned down and kissed him gently but deeply. Something was bothering him, but I wasn’t sure what. I could tell by his breathing he was beginning to fall asleep. His head on my chest and his legs intertwined with mine. I held him until he fell asleep then I kissed the top of his head. “You’re an incredible man, an even more amazing boyfriend, and a fantastic dad, Gray. I’m so lucky to get to love you again” I whispered to his sleeping body. “No, I’m the lucky one” he whispered into my chest. “You’re not asleep?” I asked. “I was then I woke up to you talking,” he said rolling onto his back then stretching out. I started to laugh. “C’mere. I want to hold you now” he said. He seemed more at peace, but something was still off, but I wasn’t going to bring it up now. We laid there in each other’s embrace. I felt safe, Grayson was my home, and nothing would ever change that. I felt myself fall asleep in his muscular arms. My eyes became hard to open and my body began to go limp. He began to speak softly but I heard everything he said, “I love you beautiful. I can’t wait to marry you one day and raise our kids together. I am so glad you came back to me. I thought you were the light at the end of the tunnel, but it turns out you’re the tunnel that I hope never ends”. I squeezed his hand to tell him I agree, and he kissed my head. “Goodnight, Y/N,” he said. “Goodnight, Grayson” I whispered back then quickly fell asleep feeling the most content I have ever felt in my life.

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Call Me a Sucker for a Lover Chapter 1: Hey Mr. Mischief & Chapter 2: What'Cha Got Cooking?

Summary: “I uh… I said I’d call you if I ever needed a bossy, know-it-all. I just didn’t expect to need one so soon.” There’s something in his voice that she can’t quite put her finger on. He somehow sounds both different and exactly the same as he normally does. / Written for the Timeless Fic Exchange. Prompt: first date after a big mission. Canon divergence from 1x16, The Red Scare.

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Written for @vicesvsvirtuesfanfic for the Timeless Fic Exchange.

1954

“Ok, you guys go ahead, get Jiya back. I have to stay here.” Lucy can’t bring herself to look at Wyatt as she tells them the beginnings of her plan. She knows how he’ll react. She doesn’t blame him, her reaction would be the same; if their roles were reversed and he was telling her he had to stay in the past, with the man that had spent the last year trying to kill them, being his only hope of returning to their own time. But this is the way it has to be. She has to be the one to stay here and convince Ethan. He’s her grandfather, this is her responsibility.

“What are you talking about? What do you mean?” Wyatt’s words are desperate. For answers, for her to tell him that she doesn’t mean what she just said. That she isn’t staying here. That she’s going back with them.

“I’ll go with Flynn in the mothership.” She casts a glance over her shoulder at the man they’ve been chasing through time. He nods once, he’ll take her home. “I need Ethan to see this thing in action.”

Wyatt quickly becomes unsettled. There’s no way in hell he’s going to trust Flynn, of all people, to bring her home. “Lucy, no. No way.”

He searches her eyes, pleading with her. She doesn’t budge. He chances a glance at Flynn, hoping to see something that shows him he can trust the other man with this. He sees nothing. Wyatt takes a breath, before stepping closer to her. “Look, we already lost you once. I cannot lose you again.”

There’s something in his eyes that she’s been denying for so long. How can she possibly let him look at her like that - let him feel that way about her - when there is a very real possibility of his wife being brought back. He’s tried and failed so many times, but it could still be possible… right?

She hates to do this to him, but she has to use this to her advantage. “You’ve trusted me this long. I just need you to do it a little longer, okay? Get Jiya back.”

He doesn’t want to trust Flynn, but she’s asking him to - in a way. And he can’t deny her anything. He turns to Flynn, hoping he looks menacing, but knowing he looks anything but. “If you hurt her…”

“What? You’ll try and kill me again?” Flynn is clearly amused.

Rufus leans in and warns her to “Be careful.” She nods at him slightly.

She whispers a small “Okay.” in return, before turning back to Wyatt. What exactly is she supposed to say to him? How can she possibly reassure him that everything is going to work out in their favour, when it very rarely does? All she can tell him is that “It’ll be okay.” and hope it’s enough.

Wyatt looks at her in disbelief. Is she really going to make him do this? Make him walk away and leave her here in 1954, with the man that has done nothing but hurt them since they met him. His heart breaks as he turns his back on her and begins to make his way to the Lifeboat. He’s halfway there when he stops in his tracks, unable to make himself take the last few steps.

There’s a determination in him as he turns back to her. She watches him, watches as he wars with himself. Over what, she’s not quite sure. Lucy sends him a small smile and a slight wave, hoping it’s enough to reassure him. It isn’t. He marches back over to her, crowding into her space. Taking her face in his hands, he smiles down at her, one of his thumbs stroking back and forth across her cheek. What is this? What is he doing? “Wyatt-”

He captures her his lips with his, swallowing whatever comfort she was about to lay upon him. Her eyes grow wide for a second, this is the last thing she expected him to do. It’s a feather light brushing of lips, but it’s enough to leave her wanting more. And more and more. She chases his lips as he pulls back, bringing his forehead down to rest against her own.

“Come back to me.” His words whisper across her lips.

She barely manages to nod her head in return, too busy soaking up everything that is simply… him. The warmth of his hands, still stroking across her cheeks. His breath, fanning across her lips. The black pepper and ginseng scent, that she guesses is his shower gel or aftershave.

NOW

It’s close to midnight when Lucy finally decides to call it a night. Amy had done so an hour ago, and in hindsight, Lucy should have done the same. She takes her time ensuring all the curtains are drawn, all the windows and doors are locked up tight, and all the dishes they’d used are by the sink ready to be washed in the morning. Her sister had attempted to persuade her to go out tonight, to celebrate the end of her mystery project with Mason Industries. But Lucy had enough excitement to last her several lifetimes. She’d told her sister that all she needed to celebrate was her company and a bottle of wine. What she needed right now though, was to collapse into bed and not emerge until sometime tomorrow afternoon.

It seems the person on the other end of her ringing phone has other ideas, however.

Lucy sighs and drops her head forward. She pulls her phone from the back pocket of her jeans, her frown turning upside down at the name flashing across the screen. She accepts the call and brings the phone to her ear. “Wyatt? What’s wrong? I thought it was all over?”

“I uh… I said I’d call you if I ever needed a bossy, know-it-all. I just didn’t expect to need one so soon.” There’s something in his voice that she can’t quite put her finger on. He somehow sounds both different and exactly the same as he normally does.

She smirks at the nickname he’d given her just hours ago. “And what do you need one for?”

“I was wondering if you knew what would happen if I drunk a whole bottle of wine to myself in one night?” She’s heard this tone in his voice before, just never directed at her. He can’t be… can he?

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea. You would get very drunk, and very ill. I’d hate to say ‘I told you so’ in the morning.” She wouldn’t hate it at all. She would, in fact, enjoy it very much.

He sounds like he plans to do anything but listen to her. “Oh, well we can’t have that. Can we?”

“No, we can’t.” All she wanted to do, is go to bed… So why is she now flirting with him? Encouraging him?

“So, what do you suggest I do?” He’s flirting right back at her.

“I don’t know. You could… share it with someone else, I suppose?” With me! Share it with me! She wants to scream it from the top of her lungs. She wants him to come to her house and share a bottle of wine with him. She wants to sit with him on this sofa, spend time with him and not talk about time travel or Rittenhouse.

“Share it?” She can’t see him, but somehow she knows he’s nodding thoughtfully. “I could do that. You know anyone who likes wine?”

She takes a beat before answering. “Amy does for sure, but she’s in bed right now.”

“Oh that’s a shame. It would have been nice to finally meet this sister of yours.” Wyatt takes a beat of his own, pretending to think of someone else he could share the bottle with. He knows exactly who he wants to share it with. “How about you? Do you like wine?”

She hums, thoughtfully. He already knows the answer to his question. “I probably shouldn’t, but I could drink another glass or two.”

“Oh, that’s good. That’s very good.” From her place sat at the bottom of the stairs, his voice sounds like it’s coming from two places at once.

“Yeah, that is-” She snaps her head up when she hears four sharp knocks on the front door. Who the hell is knocking on my door at this time of night? “Hang on, there’s someone at the door.”

With her phone still held to her ear, she stands and pads silently over to the front door. Unlocking it, she pulls it open slightly and peers out of the small gap to see Wyatt stood on her porch. He has a bottle of wine in one hand, and his other hand holding his phone to his ear, mirroring her position. They take a beat before hanging up the call, Wyatt slips his phone into his back pocket, while Lucy keeps hers clutched in her hand.

A wide smile blossoms on her face at the sight of him. This is the last thing she had expected, but she can’t say it’s an unpleasant surprise. “What are-” She releases a breath and shakes her head.

“You said I should share it right?” He holds up the bottle for her to see - her favourite. Of course it is.

“I suppose I did.” She stands back and holds the door open for him.

EARLIER

He paces back and forth in the warehouse he and Rufus are currently stood in, checking his phone for the time… again.

“Relax, man. They’ll be here.” Rufus shakes his head at his friend. The only other time he’d seen the other man so restless, was when Flynn had taken Lucy hostage in 1780. Only this time Flynn hadn’t captured her, she’d willingly stayed with him in the past. He imagines Wyatt feels exactly the same now, as he did then, though.

Wyatt stops and turns to glare at the pilot. “How can you know that? How can you know that Flynn wasn’t playing us this whole time? That he’s not going to leave her stranded there. He’s done it before.” He bites out.

Rufus throws his hands up in surrender. “Hey, don’t bite my head off. I didn’t want her to stay with him any more than you did.”

“I’m sorry, I’m just…” He sighs and shakes his head. How can he possibly put into words how he’s feeling right now?

“In love with Lucy, I know.” He says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, like it’s the reason the word ‘fact’ was even coined. It’s obvious to everyone but the two in question.

Wyatt snaps his head up at his friend. How does he know?

Rufus sends him a look that he can’t quite decipher. “I got eyes, you sly dog.”

“Why did I bring you along?” To say Wyatt was exasperated right now would be an understatement.

“Because Jiya told you to, because I was annoying her in the hospital…” Rufus trails off as the mothership pops back into the present.

The two wait with bated breath as they watch the ship for signs of movement, Wyatt’s irritation only growing the longer it takes for the door to slide open. When it finally does, he doesn’t hesitate in moving forward to help Lucy down to the ground. He holds his hand out to her, which she takes a firm hold of as she steps down onto the ring of the ship.

Rufus watches from afar, a knowing smirk plastered firmly on his face. He watches Wyatt slip an arm around Lucy’s waist and lift her down the rest of the way. He watches Wyatt pull her into his arms and bury his face in the crook of her neck, breathing her in. He turns away when his friend pulls back and captures Lucy’s lips.

It’s Flynn clearing his throat as he steps down from the mothership, that pulls them apart. “You better hope this works.”

With her arms still wrapped around Wyatt, reluctant to let go, Lucy turns to him and nods reassuringly. “It will.”

Flynn scoffs. “I won’t hold my breath.”

Wyatt rolls his eyes and the other man. What he wouldn’t give to shoot him right now… though he doubts Lucy would approve of that. He grips her waist tighter, causing her to turn back to him, a wide smile fixed to her face. “Come on, let’s go find Ethan and see what he has for us.”

NOW

Wyatt sits on the sofa rubbing his hands together, not quite sure what to do with himself, while Lucy stands at the kitchen counter and uncorks the wine. She pours a generous amount into two glasses and brings them both over to where Wyatt waits for her. “Here.”

The soldier smiles up at her, as she hands him his glass. “Thanks.”

She settles on the sofa beside him, curling her legs up underneath her. “So… What brings you here at this hour?”

“I don’t know…” He shrugs. He sighs. “I just… I keep expecting my phone to ring, telling me we have another mission.”

Lucy takes a sip from her glass. “So do I.”

Wyatt leans forward and puts his untouched glass down on the coffee table in front of them. He turns to her and takes her free hand in his, rubbing his thumb back and forth across the back of her hand. “I miss you.”

It’s been a week since their time working together had come to an end. And in that time he came to realise just how much he relied upon Lucy and Rufus. Lucy sprouting all her history knowledge in one ear, Rufus panicking in the other. They kept him sane, grounded, more than any of the guys he’d served with before. He’d only been back at Pendleton a few days, and he’d already been offered places on several upcoming missions. He’d said no to all of them. It’s just not what he wanted anymore.

Lucy smiles softly at him, not quite sure how to put into words just how much she’s missed him in return.

Before she can get the words out, Wyatt leans forward and crashes his lips to hers. All he gets is a quick and sloppy meeting of lips, before she’s squeaking in surprise and pulling away from him, all too aware of the rather full glass of red wine she’s still holding. He takes her pulling away as rejection and begins apologising profusely. “I’m so sorry. I- I don’t know what came over me. I just- I’m sorry.”

Placing her glass down next to his on the coffee table, Lucy turns to him and takes his face in her hands. She runs one hand up to run through his hair, and brings the other down to stroke along his jaw, all the while smiling at the confused expression that’s crept onto his face. She doesn’t give him the chance to respond as she mirrors his actions, and slams her lips onto his. It’s his turn to squeak in surprise. She smiles into the kiss at the sound - one she never thought she’d hear from him. His tongue probes at her lips, begging for entrance. She lets him sweat for a few more seconds, before finally caving in and opening her mouth to him.

Another squeak is heard, but neither are sure from who this time. Not until it’s followed by a rather high pitched: “Oh my god! Sorry, sorry!” from the other side of the room. The two part, breathless, their lips red, and swollen. They turn to see Amy stood in the door way, frozen in place. Her eyes are blown wide, shocked but clearly excited at the sight of her sister kissing someone in their living room.

“Amy… I-” Lucy is lost for words. How am I supposed to explain this to my sister? ‘Hey sis, you know Wyatt, right? The other me must have introduced you at some point. Well, he dropped by just as I was coming up to bed, and now I’m making out with him in our living room.’

Amy’s smile widens - if that’s even possible - as she holds her hand up to stop her sister talking her way out of this. “Nope, save it. This is the first guy you’ve actually liked since before mom passed, you are not talking your way out of this.”

Lucy opens and closes her mouth several times, attempting to find the words to do exactly what her sister has just told her not to. Amy watches her sister in amusement, never before has she seen her so speechless and flustered over a guy. “I’m going to grab a bottle of water and leave you two love birds to it.”

Amy turns to the fridge and grabs a bottle from one of the shelves in the door. She turns back to the pair still gaping at her as she reaches the doorway back into the hall. “We’ll talk over breakfast.”

Lucy watches her sister disappear down the hallway and listens as she ascends the stairs and retreats back to her bedroom. She stays silent and starring until she’s sure her sister is tucked back into bed.

“So, that was Amy, huh?” All Lucy can do in return is nod. Wyatt laughs at the deer-caught-in-headlights look still firmly on her face. “Relax, Luce. She didn’t scare me off.”

Lucy reaches forward to grab her glass of wine from the coffee table. “Not yet.” She mumbles as she takes a mouthful.

“Not ever.” He replies with confidence, no longer bothering to hide the love in his eyes.

EARLIER

“Mom? You home?” Lucy calls as she walks through the house. Butterflies flutter in her stomach at just the thought of what she’s about to tell her. How do you even begin to tell someone about time travel and about what I’ve been doing for the past year?

“Ugh, god! Please don’t call me ‘mom’!” Lucy stops in her tracks as the voice reaches her.

It can’t be. Lucy turns to her right to see Amy pulling a bottle of wine from the fridge. “Amy?”

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out.” Amy turns and pulls two glasses from the cupboard. “You want a glass?”

Lucy is speechless as she watches her sister move about the kitchen, pouring them both a glass of wine, before moving over to the couch. “Are you- Are you real? Are you really here?”

“What are you talking about? Of course I’m real.” Amy turns and frowns at her sister. She lets her eyes rove over her. “Are you okay?”

Lucy shakes her head, as if physically shaking it will clear the thoughts and theories buzzing around in her brain. “I… Yeah, I’m fine. I’ve just had a long day.”

“When’d you and lover boy end up this time?” Amy smirks at her, as she follows her sister over to the sofa and sits beside her, still trying to wrap her brain around… everything.

Amy’s words grab her attention. When? Does she know? “Wait, you know? About…”

“What? Time travel? Of course. I pulled it out of you as soon you got home after that first mission. NDA be damned, remember?” Amy’s eyes widen slightly, a sudden thought coming to her. “Unless… something happened, didn’t it? Something changed.”

Lucy’s sigh and slight nod of her head is the last thing Amy wanted to see. “Yeah, it did.”

Amy hands her sister one of the glasses and settles into the cushions. “Story time. Tell me.”

NOW

Lucy nuzzles closer to Wyatt, her face buried in his neck, and her body pressed as close to his as she can get it. Wyatt has one arm hanging off the edge of the sofa, while the other traces indiscernible patterns across her back. She hums softly at the feeling. “Don’t stop.”

“I should.” Lucy uses her arms around him, to tighten her hold on him, holding him in place. She groans out a protest. “It’s late, I should let you get to bed.”

She mumbles something into his neck, but all he catches is ‘my bed’.

He’s pretty sure she’s well on her way to falling asleep against him right here. “Ok, come on, up you get. I’m taking you to bed.”

“Date first, then bed.” She doesn’t even bother to open her eyes this time, only settles further into his arms, as he sits up and scoops her up bridal style.

“It’s 2am. We’re not going on a date right now. We’ll go out tomorrow night.” He’s not surprised when she doesn’t respond. “Or tonight, now I suppose.”

It’s not how Wyatt imagined asking her out on a date. He’s not even sure if it was technically him that asked. She mentioned a date first, so does that make it her that asked him out? He shakes his head, he’s too tired for this.

When he reaches the top of the stairs, he’s faced with several closed doors and no idea which one leads to her bedroom. He looks down at her and smiles. “A little help would be nice.” There’s no way he’ll wake her though.

“Second door on your left.” A voice echoes from behind a door further down the hall.

“Thanks Amy.” He replies as she emerges from her room.

“You staying?” She leans against the doorway and smirks at them.

He nods down to the vice-like grip Lucy has on his shirt. “I don’t think she’s giving me another choice.”

A look briefly passes across Amy’s face. One he can’t quite decipher, nor can he decide if it’s a good thing or a bad thing. Does she approve of him? Of them? Should he be worried about her coming in and killing him while he sleeps? She wouldn’t do that her sister though… would she? He eyes her suspiciously as she slips back into her room and closes the door behind her.

Wyatt stands at Lucy’s door trying to figure how to open it without waking her, when she stirs in his arms. “Wyatt?”

“Hey, sleepy head. Care to give me hand? Mine are a little full.” He teases her, squeezing her waist and thigh slightly where his hands rest.

She reaches out and turns the handle on her door before nestling back into his arms. “I thought I told you take me on a date before taking me to bed?”

“You did, but you fell asleep when I told you I’m taking you out tomorrow night… or tonight now, I guess.” He feels her nod against him, before he drops her down onto the bed. He pulls the covers up to her chin and drops a kiss to her forehead. “Get some sleep. I’ll pick you up at 7.”

She grabs his wrist as he turns to leave. “Stay.”

MORNING

Wyatt appears to still be dead to the world when Lucy wakes. She’s playing the little spoon to his big spoon, his face buried in her hair, his arms wrapped firmly around her waist. They’re both still dressed in the jeans and shirts they were wearing the night before, but Lucy can’t bring herself to care about how uncomfortable she is right now. She could be wearing one of the many dresses from the 19th century and before, that she’s been forced into over the past year, and she still wouldn’t care. Not when she’s finally waking up in Wyatt’s arms. Careful not to wake him, she shifts round so she’s facing him.

“You’re not as stealthy as you like to think you are.” She freezes momentarily as his voice washes over her.

She turns to face him fully. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“You didn’t, I’ve been awake for a while.” He runs his hand up her arm, her neck, and up into her hair. With his hand on the back of her neck, he brings her closer to him and peppers several small, quick kisses to her lips. He sighs against her. “I can’t get enough of you.”

“Or I of you.” Lucy settles back into his embrace, the two of them content to lay holding each other.

He’s not sure how long they’ve been laying here, but when Wyatt next opens his eyes, 10:39am is blinking at him from the clock on Lucy’s bed side table. He rubs a hand up and down her back, causing her to groan and bury herself further into him. “We should get up.”

“Don’t want to.” She mumbles against him. He can barely make out her words.

He chuckles at her, he never knew she could be so lazy. “How about you jump in the shower, while I go make brunch for us, and Amy if she wants?”

She shakes her head. “How about we stay here?”

Wyatt frowns when another voice jumps in from behind the door. “I’m with Wyatt here! Get your ass out of bed, Luce, so soldier boy can cook for us!”

He frowns down at Lucy. “Is she always lurking at your door?”

Once again, she shakes her head against him. “This is new for her.”

When Lucy enters the kitchen, she sees her sister perched on one of the bar stools, a mug of coffee clutched in her hands. Wyatt is stood with his back to her, stood at the stove cooking… she's not quite sure what he’s making, but whatever it is smells good. As does the coffee Amy’s drinking.

She approaches Wyatt at the stove, and wraps her arms around his middle, resting her chin on his back between his shoulder blades. “What’cha making?”

“Shakshuka.” He replies as he adds a can of tomatoes to the pan. Lucy turns and frowns at her sister, who just shrugs her shoulders and takes a sip of coffee in return. Wyatt shakes his head at the pair, not taking his eyes off the pan. “Grandpa Sherwin taught me to make it.”

Lucy’s head snaps back in Wyatt’s direction when he mentions his grandpa. He’s not spoken about him since their time in 1944, since he helped her get over the hump. “You’ve not spoken about him in a while.”

“No, not since…” Wyatt trails off, unable to talk about exactly what they’ve been doing for the past year.

“Since 1944. I know everything.” Lucy nods her head at her sister, not daring to look at Wyatt. Telling someone about the time travel could get her in a world of trouble, and she knows Wyatt wouldn’t approve. Even if it technically wasn’t her that told Amy.

Wyatt drops the wooden spoon he’s holding to the counter beside the stove, and turns to face Lucy. “You told her!?”

“Hey, don’t get mad at her. I pulled it out of her as soon as she got home from that first mission.” Amy stands and rounds the island to stand next to her sister.

“Not me. The other me.” Lucy shoots Amy a look. A ‘why’d you tell him that you know?’ look. “Apparently no version of me can keep things from her. I’m sorry.”

Wyatt steps forward and pulls her into his arms. She buries her head in his chest. “Don’t be sorry. It’s just… If agent Christopher ever finds out that you told her, no matter whether it was technically you or not, you’ll probably get arrested.”

He feels her nod against his chest, and mumble what sounds like “I’m sorry.” again.

“I just don’t want to see anything happen to you.” He pulls away from her and takes her face in his hands. He takes a second to take her in. The unkempt bed-hair; the sleep-filled eyes; the small, loving smile. Dropping a kiss to her forehead, he runs his hands down her neck, her back, coming to rest on her waist. He squeezes slightly before letting go. “Why don’t you grab some coffee, while I finish this?”

Amy rolls her eyes beside them. “Could you two be any more nauseous?”

The metal of the cutlery rings against the porcelain of the plate as Amy finishes eating and places her knife and down. “Can you move in? Like become our personal chef?”

Wyatt looks to Lucy, unsure how to answer her sister. She rolls her eyes at Wyatt while delivering a swift kick to one of Amy’s shin’s under the table.

“What!?” Amy shrugs. She eyes the pair for a moment, trying to decipher whatever Lucy is trying to tell her. She sighs and shakes her head at the older woman. “Well, I’m going to leave you two love birds to it. My podcast won’t record itself.” She grabs her plate and empty mug, placing them in the sink ready to be rinsed and placed into the dishwasher later, before she leaves the room and heads upstairs.

Lucy sighs when she hears a door slam upstairs. “Finally, I thought she’d never leave.”

“All this time without her, and you don’t want to spend time with her?” Wyatt reaches across the table and grabs her hand, intertwining their fingers.

“No, I do… It’s just I’d rather do that one on one, you know? I mean you saw how she was last night and this morning. I’m going to have to keep her on a leash when she’s around you.” Lucy looks down, unable to look him in the eye - too afraid that he thinks she’s embarrassed to be with him and be seen with him. That couldn’t be further from the truth.

Wyatt places a hand beneath her chin and tilts her head up to meet his eyes. “I know… Honestly, I was thinking the same thing. I just didn’t want to… offend you or her or anything.”

“Don’t worry. I know she’s a lot to handle sometimes, even for me.” Lucy gathers their plates and takes them over to the sink. She begins to rinse them off when Wyatt comes up behind her and tries to take them off her, intent on cleaning up himself. She smacks his hands away. “Nope. You cooked, I’m cleaning.”

“Well you won’t be cleaning anything tonight. No arguments.” Lucy pauses. She turns her head to face him, frowning slightly. “We’re going on a date.”

“You mean like dinner? In a restaurant?” There’s a spark in her eye. Wyatt can’t quite decide if it’s because she’s excited at the thought of going on a date with him, or something else.

He hesitates in answering. Does she not want to go out with him? “…Yeah?”

“It’s just it’s very social and I wouldn’t want people to get the wrong idea…” She smirks at him, teasing.

Shaking his head at her, he joins her in a slight chuckle. “Hilarious. I’ll have you know I’m the life of the party.”

She eyes him skeptically. Turning the tap off, she turns and places everything in the dishwasher beside her, leaving him hanging.

“Ok, maybe not anymore, but… do you… not want to go out?” After last night and this morning, he thought that’s what she wanted.

Lucy turns and wraps her arms around his shoulders, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to his lips. He barely has time to respond before she’s pulling away. “Relax, soldier. I want to go on a date with you. I do, it’s just… dinner in a restaurant seems a little… not us?”

He nods slowly. “Ok… I’m sure I can think of something else.”

Wyatt untangles himself from her and snatches his jacket from the back of the sofa. She tilts her head to the side and narrows her eyes at him, watching him walk away. Following him through the house to the front door, she watches as he slips his shoes on. “You’re leaving?”

He turns and wraps her back up in arms. “You spend the day with your sister. I have a date to plan.” He presses several small kisses to her lips. “I’ll pick you up at seven.”

LATER

Lucy is holding two oversized jumpers - one cream with gaping sleeves, held together with matching ties around the wrists; and the other a soft pink with a black ribbon tied at the back of the neck - in her hand. She’s holding them against her bra clad chest in turn, when Amy wanders past her sister’s open door. “The cream one.”

She turns to see her sister now leaning against her open doorway, munching on a blueberry muffin. Where’d that come from and why didn’t I get one? “Yours and Wyatt’s are downstairs in the kitchen for after your date.” Amy steps into the room, dropping the empty wrapper in the bin by the door as she approaches her sister. She takes the two jumpers, dropping the pink one to lay on the bed and taking the cream one off it’s hanger to hold out to Lucy.

The historian had been worrying all day about what to wear for her date with Wyatt. He’d left that morning without telling her a word of what he had in mind for them that evening. Amy had watched in amusement until her sister had come into her room and started raiding her wardrobe for something to wear. She’d been quick to dart out of the room to grab her sister’s phone and call a certain soldier to ease Lucy’s mind. All he’d said was to dress casual and comfortable, which had only worried Lucy further.

Lucy takes the jumper and slips it over her head. She turns to regard herself in the mirror. “You sure?”

“Positive.” Amy comes up behind her and grabs her shoulders. She steps up on her tip toes and leans forward to press a kiss to her sister’s cheek. “Stop worrying. The date will be amazing, whatever he has planned, then you’ll come back here to an empty house, and in the morning you won’t have to worry about me hanging around and dragging out of bed so your guy can cook for us again.”

Lucy frowns and meets her sister’s eyes in the mirror. “You won’t be here?”

“Nope.” Amy pops the ‘p’ and smirks at her sister. “I have a date of my own tonight.”

Lucy’s eyes widen with excitement as she spins to face her sister. “Why didn’t you tell me!?”

Amy snorts and turns to leave the room, heading to her own to get herself ready to go out. Lucy is hot on her heels, eager for all the information she can draw from the younger woman. Before either can say another a word, a sharp knock echoes through the house. Lucy points at her sister. “We’re not done here. I want to know everything.”

“Go get the door before he thinks you’re standing him up.” Amy pushes her out of the room, before she turns to her wardrobe and pulls out several dresses.

Lucy descends the stairs and approaches the front door, she takes a deep breath, exhaling all her nerves before she pulls it open to see… a bouquet of flowers with legs. “Well, I thought I was going out with a guy I used to work with… but you are a beautiful bouquet, so he can fend for himself tonight.”

Wyatt pulls the flowers down slightly, his head popping up behind them to see her teasing grin. He sends her one of his own. “Hilarious.”

She shrugs, opening the door wider for him to enter. “I thought so.”

“For you, ma’am." He holds the flowers out for her to take.

“Why thank you, sir.” Lucy takes them and brings them up to her face, inhaling their sweet scent. “I’ll put these in some water and we can go.”

He nods and shoves his hands into his pockets, watching her walk away. How the hell did I get so damn lucky?

She returns a few minutes later and slips her feet into a pair of white trainers that lay by the front door. He takes her hand as she straightens up and reaches for the door.

“I want her home by 10!” A voice calls out to them from the top of the stairs.

Wyatt turns to frown and the younger Preston sibling. “Um…”

“Ignore her.” Lucy says to Wyatt before turning to her sister. “She won’t even be here.”

The 40 minute drive from Lucy’s place to where they’d just pulled up had been spent full of questions. All from Lucy, trying to pull as much information as she could out of Wyatt about their date. Where are we going? What are we doing? Are we there yet? She seems to have forgotten that he was trained to resist torture and interrogation, and no amount of pleading and puppy eyes would break him. She spent the last 5 minutes of the journey pouting and ignoring him when she finally realised he wasn’t going to tell her anything.

Her silence continued for a short time as she followed him out of the truck - he wasn’t too pleased that she didn’t wait for him to open the car door for her - but was soon broken when she spotted the picnic basket he now held in his hand. Her face lights up, this is new to her. Every date she had gone on before meeting Wyatt had been nothing special. Just dinner at a nice restaurant, followed by a stroll through the city. If the guy was bold enough, a home cooked meal - she wished those guys had just stuck to the restaurant and a walk idea the other guys had. They’d all been worse cooks than she is. “A picnic?”

Wyatt nods at her as he holds his free hand out for her to take. She takes it without a second thought, allowing him to pull her through the entrance of the park. “Billy Goat hill. I found this place not long after I lost Jess… Come on, you’ll love the views of the city from up here.”

This was a part of the city she’d never ventured to before. She’d never really had any reason to. Now though… now she regrets that decision. She approaches the wooden fence lining the side of the cliff, her breath catching in her throat as she takes in the view of the city before her. Wyatt eases up behind her, his arms slipping around her waist and pulling her close to him. “Pretty incredible, isn’t it.”

“Yeah.” She nods slowly in agreement, as she settles into his arms. She could stand here with him, taking in this view, for the rest of her life. Her stomach, however, has other ideas. The loud grumble it emits has Wyatt chuckling into the crook of her neck. He places a soft kiss to the skin at the base of her neck, before moving away from her.

He pulls a blanket out from the top of the basket, laying it on the ground. “Let’s get you fed.”

Under normal circumstances, her stomach making that sound would embarrass her. With any other guy, she’d have run for the hills… or a different hill, very far away from the one they’re on right now. But things are different with Wyatt. She can be free and happy and just… herself, around him. After everything they’ve been through, this feels more like their 100th date, rather than their first. She takes one last look over San Francisco before she turns back to him, a dreamy look on her face.

“What’s that look for?” Wyatt asks her as he pulls tubs full of meats and cheese, fruits and veggies, and finally a bottle of wine and two plastic cups.

“Nothing. I’m just happy.” She raises her eyebrows at him when she sees the amount of food laid out before them. “You expecting anyone else?”

He pauses. Am I? Should I be? “Uh… no…?”

“Relax, soldier.” She giggles at the look on his face. “It’s just a lot of food for two people.”

He breaths a sigh of relief and scratches the back of his neck. “Sorry. I just wanted everything to be perfect.”

“It is perfect… especially now there’s enough food for Amy to snack on when she rolls in… whenever. She’ll thank you profusely for that.” He relaxes slightly at the mention of her sister.

He nods. “Yeah, I’m starting to realise I’m going to have work harder to please her, than I am to please you.”

Lucy begins pulling the lids off all the containers, placing them back in the basket out of the way, while Wyatt grabs the bottle wine and pours two generous servings into the plastic cups. “Keep her well fed and you’ll be fine.”

He hands her a cup, clinking the two together before they both take a sip. “Cheers.”

Lucy isn’t sure exactly how much time has passed by the time they pack up their belongings and head home. But she does know that she has had more fun, and laughed harder than she ever has before - and that includes the time Henry and their mother had taken Amy and herself to Disneyland.

Lucy’s quiet for the majority of the ride home - unlike before where she was full of questions and energy, excited for the night he had planned for them. She takes the time to think over everything they’ve been through together. The Hindenburg, the Alamo, Bonnie and Clyde. Moments in history she’d read about in books, and had only ever dreamed about witnessing first hand. Now she has. She was aboard the Hindenburg when it crashed and burned, she was slap bang in the middle of the Alamo, she shared a drink or two with Bonnie and Clyde. And she did all that with one man by her side.

The life she had lived for the last year was one she, never in a million years, expected she would ever live. But she did, and it lead her to Wyatt Logan. He was reckless, and hot-headed, and more often than not she wanted nothing more than to kill him… or at least knock him out for a few hours. He frustrated her to no end. But she wouldn’t have him any other way.

Before she knows it, he’s pulling up outside her house. He kills the engine and the two sit in silence for a moment, neither wanting the night to end just yet.

Several minutes pass, before she sighs deeply. She smiles softly, her head lolling to the side to face him. “Thank you for this. I had fun tonight.”

“So did I.” He turns and catches her eye, matching her smile easily. Neither of them have ever been as happy as they are now. “You deserve all this, and so much more.”

She snorts at that, suddenly finding her hands twining together in her lap so much more interesting to look at. “I don’t know about that.”

“You do, and I’ll spend everyday convincing you that you do.” He says with confidence, a trait she’d always admired in him. One he managed to make make sexy, and not sleazy like most guys do.

Lucy is hesitant in raising her head back up to look him in the eye again. “Everyday, huh? For how long?”

“For as long as you’ll have me.” Wyatt, however, is anything but hesitant in answering her. He knows how long he wants. He wants forever. He just hopes she wants the same thing.

“Forever.” She does.

“Forever.”

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“I Hate That I Love You” (E.Dolan Fic Part 1)

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"Are you sure you don't need us to help you?" My mom asks for the hundredth time.

After my little run in with those boys I found my way back to the main building. My parents already had everything ready to go. They got my dorm room key and schedule for the year. Now we are standing outside my building and I was starting to get very nervous to see who my roommate is, but I'm also a bit excited. Maybe me and this girl would become really good friends, who knows. My parents want to go inside with me, but I told them that I can do it myself.

"I'm positive. Anyway you guys have a plane to catch." I remind them.

"Well okay. We will try to call you any chance we get. Stay out of trouble. Make good choices. Keep your grades up. And just have fun ok?" My mom says.

"Yeah okay." I say. I'm about to start crying. My parents and I have always been so close and telling them goodbye is one of the hardest things that I have ever done. I hug them both and we all say our goodbyes. My mom is already crying. I try to hold it in until they are long gone. Now I'm truly alone. They won't even be in the country anymore. I feel lost. I don't want my roommate to see me crying so I just sit down outside and try to stop. Why couldn't I just go with them? I wouldn't even be dealing with this right now. I hardly ever cry so this just feels weird to be crying right now.

I sit there for a good fifteen minutes. I start to get up when I see someone walk by. My breath hitches in my throat when I see brown eyes. It's the guy from before. I just sit there hoping that he won't see me. Then again if he does happen to see me and I don't move he will once again think I am the freaky new girl. So I just stand up which causes him to stop walking and look over at me.

He recognizes me because a slow smile creeps to his face. This time I focus on his smile instead of his eyes. He has dimples. Dimples. What more could this boy have? He has the perfect hair, height, eyes, and now dimples. I know that I'm staring, but I can't help it. He is just so good looking.

"Why are you just standing outside?" He suddenly speaks. His voice is a lot deeper than I expected. It takes me a little while to answer but I finally do.

“Just nervous about meeting my new roommate, that’s all.”

"Just go inside I'm sure she will like you." He says with a wink. ANOTHER wink. Really this wasn't fair. He just winks and walks away.

I find myself craving for more of his attention. Why do I even want his attention? I don't even know his name. I just shake my head trying to get his smile out of my head so I can focus on my roommate situation. I might as well just go on inside and meet her. It can't be too bad. Surely she will at least be nice.

I walk inside and got up to floor four. I walk down the hallway and search for my room number. 413, 414, finally 415. My room number. I take a deep breath and unlock the door. A girl with blonde hair looks up from her laptop and grins at me. This is a good start.

"Hi! You must be my new roommate! I'm Ashlee." She introduces herself.

“I'm (Y/N)." I smile back to her.

"Well come on in! Let's get you settled." She says and gets up to help me bring my things in.

We get everything inside and she helps me unpack. I am so thankful that she is nice. I can already tell that we are going to be great friends.

"So what made you decide to move here?" She asks.

"My parents are photographers and they got offered this huge job to travel the world and take pictures, but they didn't want to take me because I would be missing a whole year of school so they decided to send me here where I would be in a dorm instead of being at home alone." I explain quickly.

"Ah I see. Well I'm glad they sent you here. Every year I have gone to this school I have never had a roommate and it's really nice to finally have one." She tells me with a grin.

"Why have you never had a roommate?" I ask.

"Well I was the last new kid to move here so everyone else already had a roommate so they just let me be alone." She says.

"Wait so am I the first new student after you?" I ask.

"Yep." Ashlee replies. Great now all of the attention will be on me. The first new student in a few years. Awesome. "This school doesn't get very many new students so everyone will probably try to talk to you, just a heads up." She says.

"Thanks." I mutter.

"Oh don't worry! You will be fine!" Ashlee says trying to make me not worry. This girl is always so happy and positive. I like her. "Okay let me see your schedule." She says. I hand it over to her so she can look at it. "Looks like we have three classes together! English, lunch, and world studies! Yay!" She cheers. Well at least I will know someone in three of my seven classes. That makes me feel just a bit better. Hopefully I will make some other friends so I'm not alone all day. Wouldn't that just suck to be alone all year. With my luck though that is what will happen. Oh well. I realize that I'm still thinking about that boy. What is it about him that makes me so interested in him. This has to be unhealthy to be obsessed with a guy. Maybe since Ashlee has gone to this school for a few years she will know who he is.

"Do you know the majority of the people at this school?" I ask.

"Yeah I know most of them. Why?" She asks.

"Well I saw this guy and his siblings today I was wondering if you knew his name." I say.

"What does he look like?"

"He has a twin and a sister, messy brown hair, brown eyes."

"Ethan Dolan. He's the captain of the hockey team. He is one of the most popular guys at this school along with his siblings and his friends. They rule this school." She tells me.

"Oh." Is all I say.

"Listen I'm not saying that you like him or anything, but if you do, don't. He is a massive player. He has been with just about every girl in this school. He thinks he is the best thing that has ever walked on this planet. He thinks that he can bully anyone he wants. The teachers let him do absolutely anything at all. He has always gotten anything that he wants. He is trouble." Ashlee tells me.

"He is really that bad?" I ask her. There are many things I hate in this world, but one of the main things is a guy who is just like Ethan Dolan. I hate bullies. I hate jerks. I hate guys like that and after hearing Ashlee told me that about Ethan, I immediately dislike him.

"Yeah. I have seen him do all of those things with my own eyes." She says.

"Well thank you for telling me because I think I was starting to like him." I say with a small laugh.

"I figured. Every girl at this school has liked him at some point. He can seduce you into about anything. His seduction has never failed on anyone." She says.

"Has it worked on you?" I ask.

"Sadly yes." She says.

I don't say anything. Well there goes my hope at some form of relationship with Ethan Dolan. Too bad such a good looking guy is a douche. I do not put up with guys like him. I hope he doesn't try to get with me. I would hate to be rude to such a pretty face.

"Well anyways enough about Ethan Dolan. There is an annual end of the summer party and its tonight. We have to go. Everyone will be there and it will give you a chance to meet everybody. It will be great!" Ashlee says.

"Why is the party tonight and not tomorrow?" I ask.

"Well most people get really drunk so they use tomorrow to get over the hangover and then Sunday everyone is busy getting ready for Monday." she explains.

"Okay, yeah sure." I say. We both start to get ready. My first night and I'm already going to a party. I'm not much of a partier but I might as well go so I can get to know some people. I am a bit bummed by the fact that Ethan is a complete jerk. I mean it's not like I was in love with him or anything but I wouldn't have minded to have a relationship with him in the future. Oh well.

I decide to wear a pair of my red skinny jeans, white crop top and my black combat boots. Yes my style isn't very girly, but I love what I wear. Ashlee is very girly though. She has on a pink party dress with black heels. We are total opposites.

"I look so Goth next to you." I say while we walk to the party.

"No you don't! I really love your outfit. I wish I could wear stuff like that but I just look ridiculous." She says.

"I bet you would look fine." I say.

"Nope. Trust me I would look weird." She says. We arrive at the party. It's just a little ways down the street from the school. I don't even know who's hosting this party. We can hear the music before we even see the house. Everybody seems to already be there. People are outside drinking and laughing and just having a good time. My parents would die if they knew that I was at this party. What they don't know won't hurt them.

"We must be the last ones here." Ashlee states before going inside the house. I thought that it was crazy outside but compared to inside it's peaceful out there. There are people in every inch of the house. There is no open spot anywhere. People are dancing and grinding on each other. Drinks are everywhere. The music is blasting. It looks like a lot of fun. The parties at my old school were nothing compared to this.

"Ashlee!" I hear someone yell. I turn around to see a very short girl with red hair running up to us.

"Maddie!" Ashlee yells and gives her a hug. I just stand there awkwardly. I hate being the new kid. It really is no fun. "Oh Maddie this is my new roommate (Y/N). (Y/N) this is my friend Maddie." Ashlee introduces us.

"Oh you're the new girl. Everyone here is talking about you. We never get new kids." Maddie says. Sure enough when I turn around everyone is looking at me. I hate being the center of attention of everyone. I would much rather be ignored by people than be known by everyone. I don't know but it just makes me very uncomfortable knowing that everyone is talking about me.

"They just want to know more about you is all." Ashlee says.

“I hate being the center of attention." I mumble. Maddie and Ashlee continue to talk while I just wait for them to finish. Most of the people have stopped looking at me by now but some are still looking. I don't know what to do so I just act like I don't notice. I look around the house at all of my new classmates. They all seem nice. None of them seem to be mean or rude. I may really like this school after all. Just as I am starting to relax at this party and dance around a bit more people walk into the party.

"The party has arrived!" I hear a deep voice announce. I turn around to see none other than Ethan. His friends and his brother are with him too but I can only focus on him. He is in a tight black t-shirt, dark jeans, he has on two necklaces and some wrist bands. He looks incredible. I'm not the only one who thinks that. The whole room is looking at him and he is just loving it. Ashlee was definitely right about him.

"Great." I hear Ashlee mumble from beside of me.

"Did it end badly between the two of you?" I ask.

"Yeah but that's how he is. Once he has gotten with you he will be done with you. Most of the girls always go back to him begging to be with him again but I didn't so he hates me now. He hates it when someone isn't praising the ground he walks on." she explains.

I only nod because now Ethan has seen me and is smirking. I turn away from him so I can't get lost in his eyes again. I refuse to let myself like him. I don't like jerks, at all. I refuse to start liking them now. I will not be like all of these other girls who are now all over him. Guys like Ethan truly disgust me.

"Don't let him being here ruin your night, ok?" I tell her.

"I'll try." She says with a smile.

We continue to dance and just have a good time. Throughout the night people come up to me and ask me what my name is. They are all very curious but they all ask me very nicely so I don't mind it much. Ashlee doesn't seem to be bothered by Ethan anymore which is good. I don't know why but I already feel really close to her. She's like a sister that I never had.

Towards the end of the party I feel someone start grinding up against me. I immediately turn around to see a smirking Ethan looking at me. Okay one, I did not give him permission to even touch me. And two, I don't want to be around someone like him.

"Hello babe." He says close to my ear.

"Please get off of me." I say as nice as I can.

"Aw come on, let's just have a little fun." Ethan says. I know he is drunk but I have a feeling he would still try to do this is even if he had no alcohol. He doesn't do what I asked him he does the opposite actually. He grabs my waist and pulls me close to him.

"Let me go." I say a little angrier than before.

"Why?" He asks.

"Because I know what kind of guy you are and I honestly hate guys like you. I don't want you to touch me anymore. I will not be treated like those other girls you have treated. You treat girls as if they are just toys you can play with and throw away when you're done with them. Well I'm not a toy I'm a human being and I would appreciate it if you leave me alone." I say. Everyone around us was staring open mouthed. I guess I was the first person to not give Ethan Dolan what he wanted. He just looks at me in what looks like shock. He is definitely not used to being turned down. "Now if you will excuse me I'm going to leave." I say to him and try to walk by him but he grabs my wrist.

"You know you're going to regret this right?" He says.

"No I don't think I will." I say back to him.

"You'll see." He snarls at me before pushing me out of his way. Ethan and his little group leave the party. He looks beyond angry. The boy really has never been turned down until now. Oops, oh well. After that Ashlee and I decide to leave and go on to sleep. It has been a long day.

"I can't believe you actually turned him down." Ashlee says as we are walking back to our dorm.

"I don't put up with guys like him. I never have." I say.

"But he has never been turned down before. His face was so shocked. It was actually really funny." she says with a laugh. I laugh along with her. Now not only am I the new girl but I'm the girl who turned down Ethan Dolan. First day and I have already made a reputation for myself. You go (Y/N).

"I really like you (Y/N)." Ashlee says.

"Good because we will have to live together for a year." I say which causes her to laugh again before we get all settled in for bed. I really hope I didn’t draw to much attention to myself, who am I kidding? These next couple days are going to be so awkward.

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cow3survivor · 3 years

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Episode 1 Pt. 2: “Playing a Game With A Fresh Slate” - Jessica

SAM

https://youtu.be/gmZlNel3IZM

JESSICA

We did it! We won immunity! Shout out to Sammy for making the flag that won us the advantage and Pete for doing so well in luck! Also in 6 hours or however long it has been since my last confessional, I have decided I do like Sam and we will align. So I guess I want to align with everyone except Madison... hopefully if we lose she is out first!

JABARI

So our tribe is heading to tribal and I'm very nervous because anyone can go atp. I need to make sure that isn't me.

JENNET

we flopped that :(( and i think i may be one of the reasons :( trying my best to not let anybody know im upset but as tribal council looms closer im getting worried

(a little later)

im trying not to throw anybody under the bus but i think that im voting out nash :(( they havent been super active and they havent texted me back since i texted them so it just makes sense to boot them :((

(after eating some rice)

voting out another black woman weighing heavy on me :( i hate that its coming to this

PETE

our tribe had a celebratory discord call which only consisted of like 4 or 5 people but i joined later after everyone left anyways i had a long nice chat with Sam in which i found out he hosts an in person survivor with his friends at home and hes nice ANYWAYS he apparently, like me, is cursed to forever be a premerger. So from here on out i solemnly swear to never vote for Sam during the premerge phase fuck yeah

JAKE

https://youtu.be/aVQKOOrapj0

remind me tomorrow to chill out and take a back seat on the vote lmaooo

PENNINO

Going to tribal i feel like i'm pretty much safe. I feel like that 4 minutes was a good time for the easy jigsaw, but Ethan getting 1.5 minutes is almost impossible. Assessment on my tribemates Jabari: Seems like a nice person, has talked more and has been much more active, I think she has gotten herself off of the chopping block. Jake: Still a nice person, but has lost some activity during yesterday. Possible Ally still Jennet: Nice, active enough, not a target Jones: Not very active. A bit of a target. I will most probably to vote her to be say. Lindsay: Very active, we talk to each other a lot, nice person, possible ally Mikey: Nice person, nothing much, not a target Nash: ˆˆˆ Nicole: ˆˆˆ, but not as active Silver: Active, nice person, but he doesn't respond to my dm's that much, but, still, a possible ally. I feel pretty good about this tribal honestly

JONES

https://youtu.be/2UtH-dnv0i4

SAM

https://youtu.be/lzZOK2CxsA4

MIKEY

WELL HELLO LADIES. SO SO SO SO SO! Instead of rambling Ill just get on with it. Starting off, Me and Nash REALLY freaking connected. Like they’re so fun to talk to!! BUT. They’ve been inactive. and so Pennino is now going around spreading their name, and basically everyone is saying sure why not. This SUCKS because Me and Jabari wanted to make an alliance with them and jake, but now we are faced with a problem. We both have basically decided that instead of Nash we are gonna drag in Peppino. I brought that idea up because me and him are both the youngest people in the game, and I really wanna go far with Peppino. My goal this season is to beat a bunch of adults and make them feel angry that a 15 year old outsmarted them. Its so funny! Anyways besides that, Im feeling good about that 4. I wish it wasn't Nash going home, considering the only other name out was Jones, and I woulda much rather did her, but you know that's how the cards fall I guess. A bad bitch is done with tonights confessional. A bad bitch is now gonna press submit. A bad bitch says GOODBYE ASF!

SILVER

https://youtu.be/JLwZRNesRHI

LINDSAY

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1YF3mYJfYIq_2Qco8EQYq3JowyMSbin8M/view?usp=sharing

NASH

im crying i have no idea whats going on!!! HKDHEJDHW all i know is talk to mikey and play 8 ball with nicole

(a little later)

ETHAN

Charan's Hot Confessional Questions

<a:dance:777952213808447519> 1. Give us a Trust Rankings of your tribemates! Who are you bonding with the most? Who are you bonding with the least? I trust Shane the most, and right now that’s because he is the only person that is actively strategizing. Besides that, I feel the most amicable with Jessica, lovealis, and Daisy who are wonderful people. Unfortunately both Cloud and Madison have made 0 effort with me and are generally inactive with me. <a:dance:777952213808447519> 2. Have any alliances formed on your tribe? If so, how loyal are you to these alliances? If not, do you think there are alliances out there that don't include you? There are no alliances that I’m in that have been formed, but I suspect there are some out there. Alliances without me are ok, I just need to know about them, and if there are any right now, I don’t know about them, and that’s concerning. <a:dance:777952213808447519> 3. How did your first Safari experience/run go! Did you get any closer to finding an idol? I WILL NEVER FIND ANYTHING IN A LUCK BASED SYSTEM <a:dance:777952213808447519> 4. Explain why Ryan and Charan are hotter than you A fact of life... these two slay.

LOVELIS

So things are going okay on the tribe so far! The first immunity win was rather nice & I like being able to have a bit more time to read people until were thrown into the pressure of a tribal. So far I’m definitely clicking the most with Shane and then probably Jessica but the time zones are getting in the way a little - just glad I have more time to really click with people and try and cement a place for me in this tribe. I think my contributions to the challenges have definitely helped my standing but not everybody is being super social with me so that’s a little bit of a worry - just gonna have to go ham at bothering people in private messages until they respond I suppose! 🤪

MADISON

Hi beautiful humans!!! I wish I had tea for y'all but we've won 2 challenges in a row and I really don't see the grind stopping in the foreseeable future so the tribe is kinda just vibing which gives me a little bit more time to build relationships which is a blessing and a half. I always get extremely paranoid the first week in games so the fact that I know for certain I won't be first boot is amazing!!! Tribe bonding is scheduled for tonight so hopefully by next round I'll have an alliance or 2 (maybe even the idol if I'm feeling really lucky)

JENNET

Last night really lit up a light in me. it sounds like everybody wants to work with me which is good so im now newly excited to play the game

SAMMY

okay okay okay so I would do a full out cast assessment but I literally just can not do that rn...so let's talk about who I vibe with most and who I have made like strong connections with so far! Initially, both Daisy and Jess have declared I am someone they really want to work with which is perfect for me because I want to work with them as well. I know daisy is going to be such a great competitor and I want to be on her side 100% but same with jess...im such a loyal bitch okay!! Me and Kiki really bonded over that logic puzzle so she went up in my rankings (as if she was ever low to begin with) I am not sure how well me/Pete/Nicole(opposite tribe) are gonna mesh...like I really hope me and Nicole can come together this game but I know we are just gonna end up being paranoid of each other but I love her so much. I REALLY WANTED TO BE ON A TRIBE WITH NASH AND JENNET I luv their vibes so much. okay back to my tribe tho, we won reward #mwah! I put so much effort into that because I just knew if we were to go to tribal that's an easy thing under my belt I could use as a "omg u need me for challenges". I noticed I was coming on a little too strong and presenting myself as a leader which I don't think really hurt me I think it made more people realize they should talk to me KHFBHIS. Umm okay so I love lovelis even tho he is not very active but I just know we will have each others backs for a bit. I connected well with Shane and Ethan very early and they just seem so sweet. I think if we would have went to tribal sam/lovelis/Pete could have been in danger. I would have preferred sam cause he isn't that active but he did help out some with the flag work. ANYWAYS this was not my best confessional but I do want to point out I FOUND A VOTE BLOCK SO HOLLLLLLAAAAAA! we are using this as a way to gain peoples trust so I told daisy and jess to strengthen those relationships mhmm

NASH

me pretending to be surprised that ppl wanted to vote me out first because i was kinda inactive.... i thought survivor would be different 💔

JENNET

not me being targeted for being a pretty black girl with a juicy fat ass *sad face emojis*

(a little later)

its tribal council and im shaking and im nervous, this could go horribly wrong or this could go super right

TRIBAL COUNCIL

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SILVER EXIT INTERVIEW

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finderskeepersff · 5 years

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44.

“You are so fat!” Leyton shouted down the phone while on face time “it’s called a baby, shut up” turning around “but you huge, I noticed you also walk like a penguin” looking at my phone “you know what, you are all going to be so jealous when I am back to my normal body. This is just a baby” Leyton laughed out “I am joking with you, I am excited for you. When is he coming?” I am glad to see my brother happy, he looks so full of life and smiling and that is all I want “erm four weeks left, not long at all” placing my hand on the kitchen counter feeling my lower back go again “god” scrunching my face up “what is it?” Leyton asked “this baby, it’s not easy but how is school? Forget me, do you like it? Is it how it should be?” I haven’t heard a complaint from him “good, I really like it. I have met so many new people, like my old school wasn’t as good. Listen to this, the school isn’t far from where Cassius lives, you know how I know? These niggas I am friends with was saying how his family live in the apartments he put them in, I was like my sister is with him so I was like he my family now. All of them scared of me” I laughed nervously “oh goody, did auntie send you into a school in Brooklyn? Like that is any good?” I swear I should have made sure it was not a school there “yes, I like it though” I guess he is ok if he likes it “you better be learning though, it’s not a game ok? I mean it” I will beat his ass myself “I am, trust me and that money you sent me I bought some books for school. And some sneakers of course” I expected that “well I am happy with you, I am really happy you are being good” seeing Jasmine walk into the kitchen area “you just woke up?” I asked like I was shocked, I don’t know what waking up late is anymore “yes and oh my god it’s little L, hey boo” Jasmine got into the camera “hey Jasmine, you and Hunter together yet?” she kissed her teeth moving away from the camera “now you ruined it!” I chuckled “she still working on that Leyton” I chuckled at her when she hears that name.

It’s been nice to have Jasmine here, she really does keep me entertained. It’s made me very happy. She makes me laugh too, we have been out on some walks and went out to eat. I did let her drive Cassius car, he isn’t here so who cares but it took that burden off me with driving, I hate driving when pregnant, besides her being a troll with everything she has helped me so much. She even cooks for me at times “what are you doing my little penguin?” Jasmine skipped over to me while on the couch in my bedroom “packing my bag for when I have the baby, just getting ready. I am just deciding on the baby grow too” Jasmine picked the two from my lap “these are so adorable and I can’t wait for him to be here, take both. You never know” she is right “I have packed an outfit too, you never know. I might feel the need to do that” Jasmine smiled at me “well the bag is going to be here at the side of this couch, you may be my birthing partner so you need to bring this bag and the car seat with you” Jasmine stared at me all wide eyed “but I think he will be here” waving her off as I went back to packing the bag “I don’t know anymore, he’s been out what two weeks you say? So I give up, I just want my baby to be ok. I did feel sorry for him but now it’s turning into annoyance and anger, he is hiding away from me and I don’t think I want him there. So he can be there to be like aww it’s my son. Fuck no” Jasmine put her head down.

I think Jasmine didn’t expect me to get riled up but I did, I did now because he has been out for two weeks. I have seen Myles and Kyle five times within that and have even cared enough to ask me if I need help but him, no. He is hiding, I am angry at him. My care has turned into anger, even when I speak to his mom he could say Sofia I will be there for our son “fucking men” I said to myself and then another sharp pain hit me, stopped me from placing the baby bag down at the side “damn, ok” I am not ready for what is to come, look like my baby is team daddy “calm down” placing my hand on my stomach, taking in a deep breath stretching my back out. I have been getting these cramps ever since, just need my baby to wait it out for me.

Switching off the TV “screw love” I am not about that lovey dovey garbage right now, I say this then my mind wonders. I just can’t believe he did this, the fact I will give birth on my own, I may as well be on my own because Jasmine is kind of useless but great company. I want to see him so much, why do I have to love him. It is my love for him that would make me just fall in his arms but I am also angry at him, I wish he would come to me “shall we go for our walk, I have my new sneakers on” looking behind me towards the door at Jasmine “sure, let’s go for a walk again. Sitting down is making my back hurt anyways” placing the remote at the side of me “also it says walking makes the baby come down quicker” I am not sure if to believe such things from Jasmine, she is not the brightest “you think” I laughed getting up from the couch and I froze just feeling the trickle down my leg “no, no, no, no, no not now please no” falling back on the couch “no, please stop” I said as a sob left my lips “not now” I said “oh shit, I will get the bags” Jasmine ran off.

Bryce is still not liking me, he remembers and he doesn’t call me C anymore, he just runs away from me. I guess that is everyone now, they all run. I mean even on the streets because they assume I am out for revenge and that is why I disappeared but it was never that. I still ain’t gained weight, I did actually ring Henry too, he is a good guy “I won’t be long Cassius, I am just making sure the home is all ready for your dad” funny thing about my dad, he still hasn’t spoken to me. We are sat in the same room and he hasn’t spoken to me, I do prefer that “you’re making all this effort for what? She can look after herself. She has Jasmine there, Cassius can go himself too” he speaks, I knew he would “shut up Carnell, what do you know” my mom is supporting me, I seem like a little bitch right now but with Sofia I am struggling. Nobody understands how much I have fucked up with Sofia, I did everything I said I wouldn’t and that is a mess, I did everything I promised her I wouldn’t and I can’t forgive myself for this. I could kill anyone right now and I wouldn’t care but I love Sofia and I didn’t mean to do it, I am fucked.

“Are you coming?” I said to my mom, she won’t even get out of the house “Cassius!” looking ahead of me and there stood Ethan “what’s up?” walking down the steps of the front porch and towards him “come to drop you off, how you feeling?” dapping him “I am good, I am happy with the way things are right now. Everything seems to be running perfectly with how I wanted it. I just think I need to work on Atlanta more but I have something bigger to deal with. I am ok now, I am glad niggas know I am back. I am impressed with the fucking money though, you see how it is running now? But things are a little too quiet right now, someone will be plotting somewhere else, you know me” I am forever plotting “I am here” my mom came from behind me “the queen herself, hey Mrs Warren” Ethan said, he sounds so creepy “I am ok, let’s go to Atlanta now” I feel like a big baby, how can I be such a pussy to not go and see Sofia how hard can that be but then my heart is like you fucked up homie, she will hate you and my heart is right.

Looking down at my watch “the flight delayed like a bitch, I should have took the jet” shaking my head sitting forward “Cassius, I know you are worried. I know you are thinking you can’t do this, I am telling you now. I am only here to make sure you get there. I just want you to see her. She cares about you so much, you need to make it clear that you will be there for Sofia and the baby. You have to be there for her and the baby Cassius. I don’t know why you think she hates you when she doesn’t. You need to let it go” sitting back in the seat “I left her mom, I mean she left me but I left her and the last thing I spoke to her about was me threatening her. About the guy she wanted to know, I was being spiteful and that is not me. I do have it in me but not with Sofia, look at me now? I can’t face her because I can’t stand to see her hate me. I am hurting and you know that” I ain’t going to cry here but I feel it “Cassius I know, you have been so worried and upset about this, I know baby. Break ups are hurtful, especially when you love that person” my mom rubbed my arm “when I speak to Sofia, she is concerned that she will be a single mother, you haven’t spoken to her for months Cassius. I bet you don’t remember what she sounds like?” my smile grew “I can never forget that mom” that is engraved in my mind.

Look at me, walking with my mom like I need a bodyguard with Sofia. I am a little bitch, I mean when it comes to this I am but this is shameful “I can’t wait to hear what Jasmine has been up too, that girl is no damn help but I needed someone to be there. I would have said it for you but I am glad you came home to me, you wasn’t ready for this but I know you are now. I need you to show Sofia your heart, I need you to show her. Break down that wall, you don’t need to be a man about things every time. Speak of the devil” my mom said holding her phone up, rolling my eyes. This Uber is taking it’s time “what have you done now? Sofia done told me you went out to the club, I don’t care if it’s your brother’ club you don’t go there and demand VIP, I am coming there right now. I am about to whoop that ass” my smile grew, I want to see that actually “oh no, oh my god. Is she ok?” looking back at my mom “is she ok Jasmine? We are in Atlanta baby, we are coming. Don’t worry” my mom disconnected the call “well, Sofia waters has broke” my mom said to me and I just stared at her like she is crazy “what is that?” pulling a face in confusion “baby is coming stupid” my mouth fell open “what!?” I spat, this is not right “the calculation is not right, it’s early!?” My mom is so calm “don’t calculate, just know we need to go and see her that is all” this is even worse, I am scared.

God doesn’t like me, this is even worse. I haven’t even spoke to Sofia, the baby is not supposed to be here yet “if you go in first then you can tell how her mood is” my mom just smiled at me “you my boy are going to be growing up very soon, she will be angry with you as she should be, you accept it. We just need to know she is ok Cassius, my grandbaby is here early and I am nervous about this, now speak” my mom said pointing at the intercom, moving ahead of her “parent and baby unit” this is a mess “Cassius Warren, I am here for Sofia Bundy, she should be here” I hope she is anyways, it went quiet and then I got buzzed in “she is here then, I am nervous but also scared. I hope my baby is ok, it’s just hit me like a ton of bricks. My bay is early, is he ok “come on” my mom said, walking ahead of her. I didn’t even know what unit she was in, we have been in this building just wondering around “Sofia Bundy, where is she?” the sound of urgency came out of me, this is not good “room four, that is on your right” she said, rushing off. Turning on my right and seeing room four just in front of me, this is so hard, staring at the door “I don’t have the time for you to stare at the door” my mom walked ahead of me and opened the door “mom” Jasmine spat, taking in a deep breath. Holding the door as I walked in “wow, this is fancy” my mom said looking around the room, walking further into the room. Sofia is already looking at me, it’s not the loving look but a look of anger and hurt “hey” I said lowly, looking at Sofia’ bump that is double the size since I last saw it “lets go and get some food Jasmine” my mom said, Sofia is burning a hole through my face with the look she is giving “a simple hey, a hey? Is that it? You come here for what?” my mom is ditching me “we aren’t together so a simple hey is fine, you look like shit and I hate you” putting my head down, nothing I say will make this right.

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