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swtki · 3 years

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HP Boys: Surprise Pregnancy Head Cannons

Summary: The HP boys and their reaction to their s/o (afab) being pregnant when its not planned.

A/N: This takes place post Hogwarts so all characters are 18+, though no real smut happens in this so its not an 18+ fic.

WARNINGS: UNPLANNED PREGNANCY, MENTIONS OF PRO CHOICE OPINIONS, MENTIONS OF SEX IN LITE TERMS, SWEARING, FLUFF, MENTIONS OF ALCOHOL, ALSO THIS IS SUPER LONG SORRY LOL

Draco

So everything is going great for the happy couple, you two just moved into a flat together and are working normal jobs, drinking wine like adults.

And sure, Draco knows he wants to marry you, but he knows you’re not ready to settle down like that so he just plans and dreams.

Due to poor choices, when you’re late by two weeks, you know what it probably is.

Draco doesn’t even notice that you ran out to the store and came back and hid in the bathroom for 10 minutes. CEO of minding his own business ig

You just kinda...walk up to him and hand him all 3 tests while your eyes fill with tears because what if he demands you get an abortion?

Or what if he fucks off to god knows where?

But instead he just looks at you with the most un-draco like smile. Like his face was soft and it looked like he could cry any moment.

“Oh my god,” He says, putting his hand on your belly, “I can be ready for this, but if you aren’t then we can you know...”

“No, I want it” then both of you rejoice bc yay baby!

Cut to 6 months later when your feet hurt so bad you have to lay down and watch while Draco fails to put a crib together.

He eventually gets it done tho.

And when the time comes, he’s built and arranged everything for your bundle of joy.

Harry

So you guys are probably already married, but with everything at the ministry going on, it makes Harry less than a family man.

You both agree that it’s probably better to wait so you can be home and yk...raise it.

Well smart man Harry forgets that to not have a kid you need to use protection.

So of course when your period is late you don’t think about it, until its four weeks late.

That night, you and Harry are laying in bed, and thats when you tell him.

“Harry..I’m late.”

“Late for what?” headass.

You: 😳😐

Him: 👁👁😲😲

He’s hesitant to say anything, because he knows its ultimitley up to you what happens with it until its out.

“I think I want to keep it...you know it wont remember much for the first year and a half so if things are stressful it will be okay and-“

“Love...Its going to be perfect”

Mf built the crib in like 45 minutes I swear.

And of course he forced you to keep up with your vitamins, pre natal care, and appointments.

Swear tho you’re about to kill him because cofFeE

But the way he holds your baby 🥺 its his most valued thing ever now.

Ron

Ron is iffy on the kid thing sometimes.

He does want them, but only later when you guys have lived and travled.

So no, you two haven’t planned nor is it even in the picture when your wedding roles around.

It’s in the early days of the marriage when you see his family at the burrow on the way back from the honeymoon.

And of course Molly knows

Because Weasleys are hyperfertile I swear.

She takes you into the kitchen and puts her hands on your arms, shes got that big Mrs.Weasley smile on too.

“I knew it!” She says and pulls you in for a hug, “How far dear??”

You’re just standing there like🧍🏻

“I can see it by the way you glow! Oh my you and my Ron must be so happy!” This woman doesn’t notice that you’re confused.

“Wait what? Mrs. Weasley what are you-?” Then you count the days, “Oh. Well I guess I just found out for myself”

Her face falls slightly, but then she tells you can make you a potion that will tell you if you are or not, stan.

The stupid potion turns green when you spit into it, so everything is confirmed.

That night, you and Ron are getting ready for bed in the guest room and you decide to tell him.

“Ron, sweetie. We need to talk.” He looks like he’s gonna start crying but sits next to you on the bed.

“Y/N...I know its scary but please, we just got married I don’t want to divorce quite just yet 🥺🥺”

“Ron I-“ you start smiling, “I’m pregnant you dufus.”

He just freezes, for a while. Not saying anything, he just looks at the wall with his mouth ajar.

So you get up and go to Ginny.

“Gin, I broke him.”

“Ew, I don’t want to know about how you and him”

“No, I told him that I’m pregnant.”

“Oh, yeah that would do it. Just I don’t know... Give him a minute?”

You give him several, getting a glass of water then heading back up to the room.

Ginny was right, he needed a minute.

“I don’t...I wasn’t...you were.?”

“You don’t have to stay, but I think we can do it. Plus, you would disapoint your mom if you left so...”

“Okay...we’ll do it. I’ll be the best damn Father you have ever seen.” He says, talking to your womb.

Well...he’s a father I’ll give him that.

Pro of having a Weasley baby: free crib thats already put together.

Even if it looks like a death trap.

“We’ll put some blankets over it don’t worry”

You know how some Dads hold their parters hand during the delivery? Yeah he got sick and was moral support from the outside.

To be fair, you weren’t screaming in pleasure by any means.

Scary. But beautiful.

He shows the kid to everyone, he might be more in love with the baby than he is with you.

Ron see’s the appeal of having kids now.

Neville

Moving in with your boyfriend is always fun, right up until you guys go at it so much you forget protection more than once.

You think about it, then move on with your day.

Until the doctor calls, then “oh fuck”

Romance Neville bf

“Why aren’t you having any wine? I thought it was your favorite?”

“I don’t think fetal alcohol syndrome is my favorite.” BRO HE SPAT

But he looks up with tears in his eyes, and runs over to you to grasp you in a hug.

“Oh my god! You’re pregnant! Oh my - We’re gonna be parents!! Oh my god we’re gonna be parents oh-“ Que you petting his hair till he’s calm again.

Lets be honest, this man probably swapped the herbology books for the parenting guides.

“Well I mean I’m just wondering if we should go with this color or this one”

“Nev, it doesn’t matter. Our baby will not care.”

“I read in my book that Infants actually can recognize mood in-“

He won’t let you do anything during your pregnancy.

Gotta love a man who cries because he loves you so much and you’re having his kid.

“I never had a father, what if I do it wrong? What if the baby hates me and runs away at seven?”

“We’ve got quite a lot of time before then.”

He was there during delivery, letting you crush his hand like a champ.

You can’t help but cry when you see him sleeping on the floor next to the crib, its so sweet.

Fred

You two most likely already had two kids, so you decided to wait a bit so your hands weren’t quite full.

Well...your body decided not to wait.

A test provides the two lines, another wild child.

The two toddlers already run around like thing one and thing two, only with red hair.

I think Fred would gladly make the family dinner, and wear an apron. He’d own it, as he should.

But mf gotta not drop the salad bowl when you tell him of the fetus inside you.

“Fred we are going to have a bee-ay-bee-why.”

Your five year old has just begun to spell 😐

He’s happy tho.

Like over the fuckin moon.

He buys the two kids big brother/sister shirts too 🥺🥺

He knows the drill pretty well, so he isn’t too worried about the future.

But its funny that he still freaks out about the crib and feeding chair since he gave it away, you know because you guys werent having another kid.

He packed a hospital bag and kept it in the trunk, counting down the days.

Hours of delivery (He just sat back and held your hand) only to end up with a room full of 7 Weasley family members.

Fred always said that 3 was his lucky number :)

George

You guys were taking it slow, no marriage until you both felt it was time. And certainly no children before that.

Well you know...things changed when the test was positive.

You slid it over on the table, tears pooling in your eyes. He was stunned and quiet, which made you burst out sobbing because you knew that neither of you planned on having a baby.

But to your surprise he starts to smile.

“I want whatever you want, I’m staying by your side no matter what.”

“I mean...would it really be so bad? A house, a kid, a dog?” He holds your hand as you think aloud.

You both give it a week to think it over and the virdict is to keep it.

Thats when he decides he has to marry you, asap because he loves you and will never let you go especially now.

He loves to gush about the carrier of his child, to him you are a godess.

He’s the Dad with a predestination complex.

“Y/N, I just see him being a star quiditch player”

“George, we don’t know if it’s a him.”

He rolls his eyes “Okay then I can see her being a star-“

He made Hermione take you out for a movie date so he could rearrange your bedroom, since you only had a single bedroom flat.

You come back to a new set up including a cot.

Damn pregnancy hormones make brain go 🥺😭😭

He freaks when your water breaks lol

ceo of driving like a maniac to the hospital.

He can’t hold your hand, he’s pacing back and forth, sweating and maybe crying though he’ll never admit to it.

You get the joy of watching him cuddle the baby while refusing to give your child to you.

“George I’d like to hold-“

“No, you need your sleep honey, don’t worry”

Hogging the child.

Cedric

Its no secret that Cedric wants a baby someday.

And he makes it clear your wedding will be spectacular too.

However, finding out you’re pregnant the week of your dream wedding was a shock.

A shock that made you bang your head into the wall because how could you be so stupid?? We had a plan??

So you decide to wait until after the wedding, that way it wont add onto the stress (happy stress) of the wedding.

Cedric keeps trying to fill your glass at the reception, to which you kindly refuse saying you want to remember the night entirely.

Yeah he’s like 🤨 mhm okay.

You can only pick at the dinner because ew salmon doesn’t sound like an option if you want to keep the contents of your stomach.

As everyone waves goodbye to the car, and you both set off into married life, he leans over.

“I may be out of my mind, but are you...?”

“Pregnant.” His face lights up, pulling you into a hug.

Finally, your car pulls up to a small cottage with lush garden scapes all around, putting a hand out, he walks you both from the car to the door.

“Ced, where are we?”

“Home.”

Somehow it was perfect with Cedric, even when it was rushed.

He loved talking to your womb, even if it was weird that he was talking about the babies future brothers and sisters.

“Cedric, slow down. We haven’t even had this one yet”

Basically he is father of the year before he’s a full father.

He’s there while you deliver, holding your hand and telling you how great you’re doing.

He doesn’t even complain when you insult him <3.

He updates you on everything.

If his eyes aren’t on that child, he’s either asleep or dead.

I think Cedric was meant to be a family man, because he loves everything about being one.

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mandoalorian · 3 years

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Handy-Man

An AU in which Din Djarin advertises himself on Craigslist as a man who can assemble your IKEA furniture for 50 bucks.

credit for idea goes to @fleetwoodmactshirt and their post which you can read here; thank you to @clown-bae-anon for tagging me in the post!! 💓

Please please reblog!

You wanted to cry.

Moving out of your childhood home was meant to be your way of asserting your independence and proving to your parents that you could make it on your own. But, as you sat in front of the collapsed television unit, surrounded by an abundance of miscellaneous screws, with broken and bleeding fingernails, you found yourself wondering if you had made a severe lapse of judgement.

Better yet, they were coming over for dinner today— and you knew your dad would give you a mouthful if he saw you hadn’t finished assembling your furniture already. Desperate times called for desperate measures.

Unfortunately, you were brand new to the neighbourhood and hadn’t yet made any friends. You had no one to rely on; no one to ask for a favour. You pondered for a few moments, trying to figure out where you could find a handy man willing to work such short notice. You had no other choice than to turn to Craigslist.

There were a few potential candidates. Boba Fett; but he couldn’t be there until Tuesday. Fennec Shand; but she was extremely pricey. Then, at the very bottom of the website, you noticed a small advertisement. Only a few words.

“Din Djarin: I will assemble your IKEA furniture for 50 bucks. Will take me no more than an hour. I will bring my kid. Call me.”

And underneath, he left his number. You guessed that was the catch: that he would bring his child while he worked. You didn’t mind too terribly, besides, you were out of other options. You just hoped it wouldn’t be a sticky iPad kid who was going to snoop around your stuff and make a mess.

Grabbing your phone, you dialled his number. He answered on the first few rings, but said nothing.

“Uhm, hi,” you greeted, scratching the back of your neck as you tried to figure out how to approach the handy man. You’d never hired anyone from Craigslist before. “I have this huge TV unit from IKEA and I need it assembled before 5pm today. Would you be able to—“

“Address?” he asked, giving you the first taste of his velvety voice. After giving him your address, you were about to ask him about the child, but he cut you off. “I’ll be over in ten minutes.” Then he hung up.

He was abrupt, to say the least. You stood there, phone in hand, reflecting on your short witted conversation you’d had with the handyman. Maybe he just wasn’t sociable? It was okay though, he’d be coming over to work, not chat. You just needed him to assemble the television stand before your parents came over.

And if he was true to his advertisement, he’d get it done in no time.

Din Djarin arrived on your doorstep after seven minutes, carrying his son close to his chest. When you heard your doorbell ring out, you smoothed out your outfit, fixed your hair, and checked your appearance on the mirror hanging in the entrance-way. After all, this would technically be the first person you met in your brand new neighbourhood. And first impressions mattered.

As you swung open the front door, you announced, with a beaming smile crossing your lips, “Thank you so much for com—“

You were awe-struck. He was… breathtaking. Not like the handymen back home. He stood there, blinking his chocolate brown eyes, and nursing a child who must have been no older than two years. His hair was only a few shades darker than his eyes, short and curly, and he had a light graze of stubble donning his jaw and upper lip.

You found your gaze quickly flicking to his hands, only to check for a wedding ring. You hated how that was your first instinct but you felt a hitch in your throat when you saw just how large and thick his fingers were.

Your wild thoughts were interrupted when he cleared his throat awkwardly, and you wanted to curse at yourself how long you’d been standing there, blatantly checking him out. Your grip on the door tightened as you felt a flush of heat cross your cheeks, and you offered the handyman a weak smile.

“S— am sorry, I— hi,” you extended your arm and shook his hand. “I’m new. I mean I’m Y/N. But I’m new too. I uh—“

“I’m Din,” he introduced, cutting your flustered response short. “This is Grogu.”

His child cooed slightly and you were in awe over just how big the little one’s eyes were. You smiled and closed in on the child, offering him a small wave.

“Hi baby,” you cooed back, completely enamoured with him. Now that you were more aware of how you were acting around the handyman, you turned to focus your attention more on him. “Uh, please come in. And make yourself comfortable,” you offered, opening the front door wider and ushering both the man and his son inside. “Can I get you anything? A drink?”

“No thanks.” Din replied, setting down his toolbox and then the child.

“Grogu, are you hungry?” you asked, kneeling down to the little child. He slurped and eagerly nodded his head, causing Din to roll his eyes.

“He just had soup before we left,” Din told you.

“Kids always have big appetites,” you laughed, and finally, your comment had caused Din to break a smile. Albeit it was a small one, you still adored the way the corners of his eyes crinkled with delight.

“You have kids?” Din asked curiously, briefly glancing around your living room in search for any signs of children; but he couldn’t find any toys or printed comfort blankies laying around.

Somehow, you got the idea that he didn’t get around much (other than for work, at least). You got the idea that maybe he didn’t have many friends.

“No, but uh— I come from a big family and I used to have a babysitting job when I was a teenager. Feels like I’ve been around kids my whole life,” you admitted, wondering if you’d offered the handyman a little too much personal information. You quickly made the decision to change the subject, grabbing Grogu’s tiny hand. “Come with me Grogu, let’s see what I have in the fridge.”

Grogu selected some dinosaur shaped crackers and a juice box, sipping on it merrily as he toddled back into the living room where his father was working. You silently leaned by the door frame, admiring Din as he constructed the television stand. You’d only been gone five minutes and he’d already made so much progress.

Unable to escape the feeling, you just couldn’t ignore the flurry of butterflies that were ecstatically circling around in the pit of your stomach. You couldn’t tear your gaze from the attractive handyman who was fixing up your IKEA television stand for only 50 bucks. All of this seemed too good to be true.

He could be a serial killer and you wouldn’t even know. But as you watched his bicep flex underneath his light grey sweatshirt, you considered the many ways he might kill you; and for a split second, you knew that if he decided to turn around and choke you with his strong hands, you wouldn’t be mad at all.

“You want kids one day?” he quizzed suddenly, the question causing you to jump slightly. You were so quiet, you had kind of hoped he hadn’t noticed you were just standing there, watching him work.

“Uhm, maybe. I don’t know yet,” you said, glancing down at Grogu who was just patiently sitting down on your sofa, munching at his cookies. He was so well behaved. Din must’ve been a really good dad. “Did you want kids before you had Grogu?”

You winced after asking the question, hating the way the words had left your lips. It sounded wrong; like you were asking your handyman if his son was planned or not. But thankfully, Din only laughed.

“Kind of a weird story,” He said as he tightened a screw using nothing but the strength in his left arm. “I found Grogu. Or more like, he found me.”

You pressed your lips together as you wondered what exactly that was supposed to mean.

You and Din exchanged more small talk, and you both found yourselves learning more and more menial facts about one another.

You: What’s your favourite colour?

Din: Brown. Like dirt.

You: Cats or dogs?

Din: Fish.

You: Fish?

Din: They’re nice to look at.

Despite the random quick-fire questions you both asked each other, it didn’t stop you from yearning to know more about the mysterious handyman who took his kid with him everywhere.

Din finished the job early. He always did. But he pottered around with the finished television stand simply because he just didn’t want to leave yet. He was enjoying your company so much, and you were so endearing and easy to talk to. Not to mention, you were brilliant with Grogu.

Eventually though, he stood up and dipped his hands into his jean pockets. “Uh, I’m finished. Does it look okay? I hammered the shelving unit into the wall so it looks neater. It’s more stable that way, too.”

You smiled, impressed with Din’s skillful labour. “It’s perfect,” you admired. “You’re my hero. Really.”

That tugged on Din’s heart strings. Your hero. His cheeks flushed pink and he prayed that you didn’t notice his warm blush. You reached into your purse and paid the handyman.

“Thanks again.” you said with gratitude as you saw Din and Grogu to the door. You passed Grogu some more dinosaur crackers for the journey home and he took them from you eagerly.

Din wanted to get your number so badly. In the short time you’d spent together, you had completely bewitched him, and he didn’t want this to be the last time he saw you. You had his number but… the chances that you’d call him again were slim. Unless—

“If you ever get more furniture, give me a ring,” Din offered awkwardly, shying away from the idea of asking for your number outright.

“I will Din, I promise.”

Din nodded and ran his fingers through his dark hair. “Okay. Thanks. Um— bye then.”

“I’ll see you around Din.”

See you around. The words rang in the back of Din’s mind as he drove home as he processed your open-ended goodbye. He really did hope that he’d see you again.

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onlydylanobrien · 3 years

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Coup De Main Magazine Interview: Dylan O'Brien on 'Love and Monsters'.

Dylan O'Brien really, really, really loves dogs. Fondly referring to his adorable co-star as "completely the star" of his new Oscar-nominated film, 'Love and Monsters, O'Brien's face lights up like a Christmas tree when reminiscing about the two Australian Kelpies, Hero and Dodge, who together portray his onscreen best friend, Boy (a.k.a. the best dog in the world).

At the heart of 'Love and Monsters' is this dynamic duo, with O'Brien as Joel Dawson, who in a post-apocalyptic world overrun by giant monsters decides to set off on a dangerous journey to reconnect with his high school sweetheart (played by Jessica Henwick), seven years after the Monsterpocalypse forced all of humanity into hiding underground.

An endearing tale of a wide-eyed boy and his loyal dog, we caught up with Dylan O'Brien to discuss 'Love and Monsters' which was filmed in Queensland, Australia...

COUP DE MAIN: Congrats on the Best Visual Effects Oscars nomination for 'Love and Monsters'! You're in the film, so for the purposes of this interview, I think you can own that.

DYLAN O'BRIEN: Thank you! Oh absolutely, I am nominated. I've been telling everybody: I'm an Oscar nominated actor now.

CDM: You did it!

DYLAN: Thanks! <laughs> It really is amazing.

CDM: It's funny that you filmed this movie back in March to May of 2019, but the whole situation of Joel finding himself separated from Aimee probably feels very familiar to anyone who started a relationship pre-pandemic that doesn't live with their partner.

DYLAN: Yeah, it's really weird. It's really weird how what we ended up going through when this movie was due to come out, how much it related to these themes that we're exploring in this movie. It's a very crazy coincidence.

CDM: Also, the sort of aversion to venturing out again into the outside world, that feels very relatable.

DYLAN: I know. Like when he first comes out of that hatch, he's breathing in the fresh air like it's strange. It's really strange.

CDM: I also thought of the current mask-wearing situation when Clyde says: "You can always tell in their eyes, just look at their eyes." People have had to do a lot of eye-reading this past year?

DYLAN: Right?! Oh, wow wow wow. I hadn't thought about that one.

CDM: One of my favourite things you've ever done is the 'Life Of A Hollywood Actor' video. What do you think the 2021 version of 'Life Of A Hollywood Actor' would look like?

DYLAN: <laughs> Thank you so much, first of all.

CDM: I rewatched it yesterday in preparation for this interview.

DYLAN: No way, thanks! That's really cool. Yeah, I love that character. I want to do something with him. What would the 2021 version be? I think he would definitely be taking the Oscar nom for himself, very seriously - like, the visual effects Oscar nom he would apply as being his, basically, and I think he'd try to bring that up and try to really ride that to get some work. He thinks this is gonna be a big career thing for him, and then he somehow fucks it up by being too overzealous.

CDM: Joel clings on to his memories of Aimee for seven years, replaying them in his mind so he can continue to relive them. Why is it that it's in human nature to mentally retreat into the past for comfort? And to look for a home in other people instead of building a solid home within ourselves?

DYLAN: That's really interesting... I feel like that's something instinctive, especially if you're going through a hard time or especially if something's shifted in your world negatively. I think there's uncertainty about the future and I always find in those situations a common link to wanting to find comfort in the past. I've gone through things, like times like that in my own life, and I've always found that when I've gone through a time like that, there's this level of uncertainty. I think it's human instinct and sort of this instinct to protect ourselves in a way. We're a wild species, aren't we? We're very emotional creatures. I think that's part of what makes humans so special. And instincts like that, to preserve and protect our heart and mind, and to hold on to things like that. And the way we're attached to memories like that and nostalgia. There's a reason these things are a part of our fabric. We're very emotional creatures.

CDM: Do you think that love or fear is a stronger emotion?

DYLAN: Whoah, that's pretty wild. I would say love - only because I feel like it has this sustainable power to endure over time. Whereas fears can be fleeting, and even if it comes quick, it's gone. But then also... yeah, I don't know. <laughs> We're getting deep. Real deep!

CDM: Is love an action or a feeling?

DYLAN: WHOAH. <cracks up>

CDM: I'm putting you on the spot, sorry.

DYLAN: No, no, I'm good! I love it! They're very interesting questions. I'm cracking up at you choosing me to answer these. Fuck. I mean, I think it's a feeling. I believe that, at least. I'm trying to think of ways it could be an action, obviously, but that's not love. I feel like if it's an action, it's something else. There are actions that come from love, but the love, it's a feeling. That's what I believe.

CDM: I always think about how in the TV show, 'Fleabag', The Priest says, "Being a romantic takes a hell of a lot of hope. I think what they mean is, when you find somebody that you love, it feels like hope," which I feel like Joel would also relate to.

DYLAN: Yeah! I love 'Fleabag'.

CDM: It's so good.

DYLAN: It's SO good.

CDM: Clyde says to Joel: "Good instincts are earned by making mistakes." Do you agree or disagree with Clyde's life lesson?

DYLAN: Yeah, I think there's a lot of truth to that, for sure. I think that mistakes absolutely help us grow, in many ways, in terms of instincts and stuff. Yeah, I think that's a wise and sensible perspective to have, especially in an apocalyptic wasteland.

CDM: Do you have any cooking specialities like Joel's talent for minestrone?

DYLAN: Yeah, I've got some go-to's. They're all my mom's, like the things that are nostalgic for me that I grew up with that my mom cooks, like her chicken soup. It's the first thing I do if I go on a job or somewhere where I'm going to be for a little while, just to feel like I'm at home, the first thing I'll do is I'll make a soup and then I'll have it in the fridge for the first week that I'm there. I'll make my mom's chicken soup and it's a really nice comforting sort of a feeling. And chicken cutlets. Two very chicken-y things!

CDM: There's a line I love from the TV show, 'The Good Place', in which one of the characters says: "Sometimes, when you're feeling helpless, the secret is to help someone else. Get out of your own head." I was reminded of it in the scene where Joel is forced to take action against a monster to help save not himself, but his dog. Excluding the life or death element, have you ever felt similarly that it's been easier to help someone else first in order to help yourself?

DYLAN: Yeah, sometimes to a fault. I think that that's something that's been a bit of a learning curve for me, interestingly enough, pretty recently as well in the last year or two, to sort of realise that I need to try to help myself sometimes a little more. I think I have an instinct to help the people that I love and want to be there for them, or even a stranger sometimes, over myself, which can definitely be an interesting quality, but yeah, I think that's helping yourself. Taking care of yourself is extremely important and I think that we all sort of go through our own path of learning the importance of that, and ultimately, too, if you want to be helping others and helping your loved ones, you actually need to be taking care of yourself, first and foremost. Everyone comes to their own kind of realisation over it. It takes time. It takes your 20s, sometimes more.

CDM: Do you miss your dog co-stars Hero and Dodge?

DYLAN: Yes! Yes!! I do. Yeah, I really, really do. And Zelie [Bullen] as well. Their mom and trainer.

CDM: Do you have a dog yourself?

DYLAN: I've got little dogs, yeah. I've got little babies. You?

CDM: I don't sadly, but it's my life goal to adopt a dog one day.

DYLAN: You should. Do you want one? You should get one!

CDM: I'm gonna just tell everyone: Dylan O'Brien told me to get a dog, so I'm getting a dog now.

DYLAN: <laughs> I'm just part of this major life decision for you, forever now.

CDM: Social media can be such a vanity project, but I love that you only have Twitter, and use it mostly just for helping give a platform to important human right issues and sharing your love for Taylor Swift and Harry Styles. What are your favourite Taylor Swift and Harry Styles songs?

DYLAN: Oh my goodness. Like ever? For Harry, from Harry's last album, 'Watermelon Sugar', obviously. I think my my favourite one of his though is... What's it called? I can hear it in my head. They sing it on 'American Idol' all the time.Falling'! That's a huge one for me. T Swift, I mean, it's amazing - give any of the rest of us like six months in quarantine and we look back on it and we're like, 'Shit, I should have done more,' but give Taylor six months in quarantine and she writes fifty hit songs. It's incredible. Off 'Folklore', I think 'Mirrorball' doesn't get enough credit. I'm a big 'Mirrorball' fan. I love 'My Tears Ricochet', and 'Mad Woman', 'Epiphany', 'The 1'.

CDM: Basically the whole album.

DYLAN: Yeah, I really liked that one. There's so many more, but those are my highlights.

CDM: You used to be in a band, Slow Kids At Play, right? Would you ever want to get back into music professionally again?

DYLAN: I still play all the time, and I still play with friends who play as well. Even those guys. They're all still my good friends. We actually had a reunion show in 2019 and it was really cool. We jammed in our friend's garage for our hometown friends. Music will always be a part of my life. I always try to not let it be one of those things that you lose in life. I think that's important to do. If it's not your primary thing, it's sometimes easy to. Often years pile up and then you're like, 'Oh, man, I haven't done this thing that I love in so long, like, I should build that into my routine.' So yeah, I'll always play drums and always jam with friends and play. And yeah, it'd be cool to be in a band again. Maybe someday. Or even just to play a show again, like even just to sit in for someone would be awesome.

CDM: Then maybe you can come to New Zealand on tour.

DYLAN: On tour?! I don't think I'd get to that level, but I like that you have aspirations for me.

CDM: Why is it important to you to use your platform for good?

DYLAN: I think that's influenced by the time that we're in. Also coinciding with a time that I went through in my life and just sort of getting older. And for me, it just feels right in terms of the things that I want to use it for, or try to support, or bring to life, or amplify, or bring a light to, and I guess it's influenced by my own learning and growing and trying to be more involved in this stuff and educate myself on it. It sort of just mirrors that a little bit, and I do think it's important.

CDM: Thank you for your time today. And thanks for telling me to get a dog.

DYLAN: Go do it! Send me a pic when you get them. It was such a pleasure talking to you, thanks so much.

#dylan o'brien #love and monsters #love and monsters press #love and monsters netflix press #taylor swift #harry styles

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igotbulletproof-insomnia · 3 years

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Adopting Bangtan 08

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Supermarket Sweep

You were never going grocery shopping with seven kids ever again in your life.

The chaos. The absolute chaos was something that you somehow never expected. You actually thought that shopping with all seven kids would be the most efficient way to accomplish the task. Sit Kookie in the cart and let him “help” you by picking out the area to shop and hold the bags while you pick the vegetables. Send Yoongi and Namjoon to buy the snacks because they were the most sensible of all of the children and wouldn't have you spending way more money than necessary. Let Taehyung and Jimin retrieve the bread and the milk. Let Seokjin pick the meat because he was surprisingly talented at the job. And then everyone was supposed to meet you back at the shopping cart, still located in produce, so that you could pay and you all could go home. It should have taken thirty minutes, tops.

Instead, you found yourself chasing Taehyung around the store while Jimin kept an eye on Jungkook and you really, really hoped that he didn’t grab the most expensive apples on display, but you have the feeling that he would — because of course, he would. Prices didn’t seem to exist to any of the younger kids.

Instead, Jin was throwing a fit because all of the meats on display were apparently complete rubbish and he refused to let you spend money on anything but the most expensive cuts of beef so you “just have to” make another stop at the actual butcher’s shop. Granted, if Jimin spent all of your money on asparagus, your family would be eating vegetarian this week.

Instead, as soon as you managed to grab Taehyung, who apparently just wanted to replace Jungkook as your shopping partner, Namjoon appeared with a reasonable request for more variety in tea for the house. Which opened up a whole new can of worms as Taehyung realized he can ask for things too. This had him running back to Jimin and the shopping cart with a grin on his face, demanding that they find the snack aisle because you were going to buy them extra snacks if they asked, and Jimin’s face lit up with a smile so bright that dammit, it was going to be hard to explain what a budget was and why it wasn’t a good idea to exceed it.

(and yeah, you checked. Jimin grabbed the most expensive radish and lettuce he could find, and you were going to have to break out the vegetarian cookbook.)

(except for the bananas. It seemed Jungkook picked up the bananas)

Thankfully, Yoongi — lovely, beautiful, blessed Yoongi — had been returning to the shopping cart with his arms full of a variety of snacks, all low in price but high in popularity at home. He took one look at the chaos of whining and fussing children, rolled his eyes heavenwards, and took control.

“You get one.”

His tone left no room for argument; even you stood straight and stopped making a scene. Yoongi led the group back to the snack aisle and replaced everything he picked and let the others run wild. Together, you watched the others pick out snacks and place them, one by one, into the shopping cart.

“... They’re going to blow the snack budget like this,” you commented idly.

“I know.”

“That’s why you put the rest back, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“And these snacks aren’t going to last as long as they usually do, will they?”

“Not at all.”

“Thank goodness you’re so smart,” you ruffled his hair. “This is why I keep you around.”

“You keep me around because you don’t want me living by myself and I save you from going broke.” Yoongi’s tone was as matter of fact as ever and you couldn’t help but grin.

“Like I said, smart kid.”

Yoongi grinned back. You liked the fact that these kids didn’t take you too seriously. You had a good balance of deference, respect, and playfulness with all of them, even if you weren’t sure who actually ran the household most of the time. “Go pick you something, Yoon. You don’t have anything for yourself.”

“You can’t afford what I want.”

“I probably can’t afford what anyone wants, they aren’t paying attention to the prices.” And indeed, Taehyung and Jimin, your babies with the most expensive tastes, were debating the merits of two snacks that were way outside of the price range you would normally consider. But again, Jimin’s smile was so broad that you were reluctant to tell him no and watch that fearful, nervous look fall back into place. You would talk to him about budgets and restrictions another time. “I’ll make it work, don’t worry about it right now.”

With a grateful smile, Yoongi asked you to grab the snack he wanted, placed just out of his reach on a top shelf. It wasn’t priced too far out of budget, but it was different from the things he normally selected for your busy household of eight. You made a mental note to pay attention to how much Yoongi enjoyed the snack and check the stores for similar ones. The kid did so much and asked for so little, it would be nice to do this one thing for him.

“Wait a moment…” you frowned, counting off. “Where’s Hoseok?” Immediately all of the children quieted down, looking to each other as if to confirm that yes, someone was missing.

“Wasn’t he supposed to go with Jin-hyung?” asked Namjoon.

“No, I thought he was keeping Jimin and Taetae company?”

“Oh my God, you lost Hoseok.” That accusing tone came from Taehyung, and you watched Jimin’s face go from lightweight confused to completely devastated. You hated it, had suspicion that he was wondering if you would eventually do the same thing to him, if you would get bored or disappointed or angry and cast him off, lose him in a store or at a park like Hoseok explained happened to him, like all of Jimin’s previous parents did to him.

“Okay, boys,” you shouted, uncaring of the stares you attracted. The boys startled, but gave you their full attention, which was one hundred percent more than you’d had the entire grocery trip. You continued to speak firmly, and could tell the show of authority did more to calm their panic than the shouting. You decided that they needed to focus on something other than their lost brother. “This is what we’re going to do: Namjoon, you’re going to take Taetae and Jimin and get the bread, milk, and all the dairy stuff like I told you before, okay? Add eggs to that list. Yoongi, go get the paper products. Get the brands we used to get, not the ones we used last time, they’re cheaper and sturdier. Seokjin, we’ll go to the butcher’s if we have the budget when we finish here, but I promised we could have meat for dinner, so take Kookie and find something, okay?” All of the boys nodded at their assignment. “Good. Yoongi, Joonie, find Jin when you’ve got your things. Seokjin, when you’ve finished, wait for me in produce. You all understand? I’m going to go find Hoseok. He probably got distracted and can’t find us.” Hoseok had a habit of doing that. He often got lost among the chaos, because while everyone was being loud and boisterous, Hoseok was often quiet and did the things that went unnoticed. If you assigned dairy, meat, and snacks, then Hoseok probably went off to grab paper towels or rice or something you needed at home but forgot about. You wouldn’t be surprised if he came to the store with the list Yoongi and Jin never felt the need to write.

So the kids separated, worried and mumbling to each other, but occupied with their tasks. They were trusting in your ability, in your promise to locate their missing brother before you all went home. Whether these kids were abandoned by their parents (or maybe ran away from home, Seokjin never discussed why he chose to stay with his former teacher) , you found them and chose to take care of them. It was understandable that they would be worried. Up until now you had probably seemed like some sort of savior to them. Maybe not infallible, and definitely not… whatever it was that made other adults seem parental, but you had taken care of them, kept track of them, and protected them. Losing one of them had probably shaken their hearts.

It didn’t take long before you Hoseok as you predicted, standing in the frozen section, a piece of paper and pen in his hands. He bit his tongue as he read through it, humming to himself and ticking off items. A hand basket sat at his feet, overfilled with supplies.

“I’m pretty sure you should have an actual shopping cart for that,” you told him. Hoseok startled, jumping nearly a foot in the air and shouting in surprise. The petty, upset parent part of you feels satisfied for it, like Hoseok got what he deserved for scaring you the way he did. The more rational part of your brain is just glad that you were right and he hadn’t been kidnapped. Casually, you looked over the basket. “I didn’t even think about checking the spice cabinet. You’re a clever kid.”

“I just wanted to be helpful,” Hoseok replied with a shrug.

“It would have been helpful if you told me where you were going.”

“... I didn’t do that?” Hoseok’s eyes went big and wandered left and right. He seemed to be making himself smaller, pulling his arms close and leaning away from you.

“No, you didn’t.”

“I… oh.”

“We got very scared,” you explained. “We thought you got lost. The other boys were panicking.”

“I didn’t mean to scare you, I just… everyone else got an assignment and I didn’t, so…”

“So you thought I wouldn’t notice if you disappeared for a bit.” You nodded and ignored Hoseok’s flinch when you crouched down to his level. He wasn’t terribly short, he was actually almost as tall as your shoulder, but it was always easier to have these sorts of talks when you weren’t looming over him. “It’s okay, I’m not mad about you shopping on your own. I’m actually really glad that you took initiative to do something helpful. But you did scare me. I didn’t know what happened to you. I didn’t know if you got lost or ran away or if someone stole you from me. I’m glad I know you well enough to assume you brought your own list, but I was still afraid of being wrong. I really, really don’t know what I would do if you went missing, Hoseok. I haven’t had you for long, but my heart would hurt. I care about you that much, okay? So please, communicate. Tell me when you’re going to wander away, and tell me where you’re going so that I know you are safe.” Hoseok nodded fervently, most likely an effort to convince you he was sincere and wouldn’t disappear on you again. You opened your arms for a hug, You opened your arms for a hug, partially to comfort yourself, but mostly to soothe Hoseok. He looked like he might burst into tears and needed the comfort.

“Okay, good.” You squeezed the kid tight, your hold unrelenting until you felt the kid push away. “Alright, let me see that list of yours.” Together, you and Hoseok went through his list, and you were amazed that he was so thorough. Apparently the kid started taking stock as soon as you mentioned the intent to go to the grocery store earlier in the week. Hoseok noticed that you had a habit of leaving something out and he thought that making a list would be helpful. When you decided that you were going to take all of the kids with you, he decided to just hold on to the list himself.

“From now on, you’re making grocery lists,” you decided as you made your way back to Jin. “Maybe even all of the lists if you’re this organized. What do you think of that?”

Hoseok grinned, obviously proud of himself. “I think that sounds awesome!” He cheered. “Is this like how Yoongi gets to be in charge of the budget and Jin is in charge of the kitchen and Joonie is in charge of all of us?”

“Kind of yes, something like that,” you said. “Because obviously I’ll lose my head otherwise.”

“I’m sure we’ll keep track of your head too if you want.”

“Ah, why are all of my kids so snarky? I don’t deserve this,” you cried, hugging Hoseok more tightly to your waist. “All I do is give them love and a home, and they pay me back in sass.”

“But you love us, right?” Hoseok asked. His voice was a little softer than before, and you saw it for the genuine question that it was, not the joke that it would have been had it come from Jin, Joon, or Yoon.

“Of course,” you told him. “Don’t you doubt that for a second.”

When you went searching for the rest of the kids, you found them standing by Jin with the shopping cart, all lined up on the side of the aisle and eerily quiet. Even Jungkook in the shopping cart was holding his hands in his lap, eyes down cast.

“Do I want to know what happened here?”

“No,” was the resounding answer.

“Okay, good.” You shake off your curiosity. Whether that was because you trusted Seokjin or because you were afraid of the answer, you were undecided. “Hoseok, do you want to delegate tasks? We have a few more things on your list, right?” Hoseok noded, and set about sending his brothers off in pairs to retrieve the remaining items on his checklist. After the two sets had wandered off, Hoseok looked up again.

“Could you…?”

“Seokjinnie, you good by yourself?”

“I’ll have Kookie with me, it will be great.” Jin shrugged and you rolled your eyes.

“We’ll still meet over in produce when you’re finished, okay?”

Jin huffed his frustration at the meat selection. “I think we’re just having fish tonight. Is that fine with you?”

“If it’s okay with your brothers, it’s okay with me.”

“They’ll be fine with it,” Seokjin declared. His tone said he was still very irritated with whatever happened while you were gone.

“Get some cheaper produce when you’re finished, please.”

“Sure thing,” Seokjin agreed absently, wandering further up the aisle.

“Holler if you need me,”

“I will.”

“Just don’t scare everyone when you do.”

“Now you’re just taking away my fun.”

After all of that, you spent another fifteen minutes in the store. The trip to the butcher’s shop was put off for the following night, and you all made the unanimous decision to eat ramen and kimchi for dinner. You were also very loud about never bringing seven kids grocery shopping ever again.

That was, until two weeks later when Jimin’s adorable pout convinced you that they would be on their absolute bestest behavior (spoiler alert: they weren’t).

To find more of my child-bangtan fics, select the "Collecting Strays" tag at the bottom of this page ^_^

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louiseleblancdiggory · 4 years

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hey, once in twitter we talk about how much we love Castle, so i was thinking if you could write a rowaelin scene based on caskett ♥️

OI GIO!!!!!! Ok so I had so much fun writing this. I decided to start from the very beginning so everyone (even those who didn’t watch it) know what’s going on. If you never watched Castle, you MUST!!! Also, fyi, the warnings are NOT about Ro or Aelin, they are absolutely fine in here. No sad shit, I promise

Warnings: mentions of graphic death

Gone death

Aelin winked at the red headed man in front of her, a grin plastered on her lips.

She handed him back the book, waving off his thank you as he scrunched away to enjoy the rest of the party. She looked around, half paying attention to the hundreds of people who had come to the release of her latest book.

Since Aelin was a seven, she had had a deep fascination with mystery and horror. Thankfully, she was also a fucking amazing writer, which allowed her to transform that fascination into her job. Now, twenty six years later, Aelin was the bestseller author of several stand alone as well as a series of eight books, all of them following the same two main characters while they investigated a series of gruesome murders. She had loved the series, had started writing them at fifteen and published the first one at twenty five. She thought she could write about Sam and Lyria forever.

Until she realized she couldn’t.

Aelin felt a hand gripping her elbow, and had to hold in her sigh as she turned around to stare at her ex husband.

One of Aelin’s biggest regrets in life was marrying so early. Chaol had been her college boyfriend, and they got married few months after they started dating. Looking back now, Aelin could see how stupid she had been, but it had seemed like a good idea at the time. They got a divorce less than a year later, and Aelin would have been happy in never looking at him again. Unfortunately, he worked with her publishing team, and if she added that to their past together, she could almost understand why Chaol always felt so entitled to know and control everything in her life.

It was fucking distressing and annoying.

“If it’s not my money sucking ex husband. What did I do this time?”

He had a fake smile on his lips, looking at her as if he didn’t dislike her. “You killed your golden goose, Galathynius. You fucking killed your main characters.”

Aelin shrugged, taking a sip of her white wine. “It was time.” She started walking away, and had to hide her scowl when she realized Chaol was following her.

Some people couldn’t get the fucking hint, could they?

“Why would you do that? Sam and Lyria were making you filthy rich, and everyone loved them.”

“They got boring, that’s why.” Aelin stopped in her tracks, turning back to Chaol. She crossed her arms, raising her chin. “Writing The Guild used to be fun, used to be exciting. Writing Sam used to be interesting, but since the seventh book it has just been work. I don’t write for money, Chaol. I write because I love it. When I stopped loving it, I decided it was time to move on from them.”

“Wow, and God forbid you ever have to actually work like an adult, right?”

“It. Was. Time. Besides, Sam and Lyria are not the golden goose, I am.”

She said the words loud and clear, ignoring the frown on his face. Aelin always knew that Chaol saw her writing more as a job than as a passion, and it pissed her off endlessly. She turned around again, walking to the bar where her cousin and son were sitting. Her heels clinked against the marble floor, and the sound was almost loud enough to hide the fact that Chaol was following her. Again.

She sighed loudly as he began speaking. “You could have made them retire, could have made them get married and leave the force. Hell, you could have made them join the goddamn circus. But no, Aelin Galathynius must be dramatic and put two bullets on her main characters’ heads.” When she ignored him, he just kept talking. “What the hell are you going to do now, Aelin? You permanently ended The Guild with your stupidity, and we both know you don’t have any other ideas.”

At that, Aelin spun on her heels, clenching her fists to stop herself from physically attacking Chaol. The photographers would love seeing her getting into a brawl, and most of the rest of the party would probably find it immensely entertaining. Lysandra, however, wouldn’t find it so amusing. Her PR and best friend loved some mischief, but she also worked hard enough to make sure Aelin’s public image was a good one, so Aelin wouldn’t mess that up by fighting her ex.

“Who says that?”

Chaol snorted. “The nine week delay to publish the eighth book should be indication enough.”

“Can’t rush talent.” Aelin said, a nasty smile on her lips.

“I won’t say you’re not talented, Aelin, but you are out of ideas. You weren’t bored, you had a writer’s block and freaked out.” Chaol said, oblivious to Aelin’s rising temper. He looked at her, giving an infuriating shrug. “You have a month to hand me the new idea. A full and useable idea. The first manuscript, preferably. You’re famous, write any shit and people will eat it up.”

“Fuck off.” Aelin said through clenched teeth.

Chaol merely smiled as he walked away. “A month, Aelin.”

Aelin wanted to go after him and smack his face against one of the piles of books in the room. Fortunately for him, Aelin was stopped by several people who wanted her autograph in the newest and last book of The Guild. It probably took her an hour to get through everyone— talking and giving every single person her full attention— until she finally managed to make her way to the bar.

She spotted Aedion’s head first, his broad figure standing up against the bar and talking to a pitch-black haired boy, Nino, sitting down near him.

“Who does homework at a party?” She heard Aedion asking.

“I have a test next week.”

“So do I. It’s called dealing with your mom while she contemplates hitting her head against a wall to force an idea to come out.”

Nino laughed, looking at his uncle. “She’ll come up with something, she always does.”

Aelin smiled at her son, his words warming her. She had had Nino extremely young— had only been seventeen at the time— and he became her friend along with being her son. She approached her cousin from behind, listening to him ask for a glass of champagne.

“Make that two, please.” Aelin said and Aedion’s eyes immediately snapped to her as she approached the boy sitting down and passed an arm through his shoulders. She kissed him on the cheek. “Hey, sweetheart.”

“Hey, mom.”

Aedion grinned, raising his glass and gesturing around. “Built yourself an empire, Aeae.”

Aelin smiled in return, winking at her cousin. “Always said I would. But tell me, Aedion…”

“Uh-oh.” The boy Aelin was half hugging said, a humorous smirk on his face. “Someone’s in trouble.”

“Cut it, genius.” Aedion snapped, narrowing his eyes at the boy. “What’s up, Ae?”

“Did you tell Chaol I was having trouble writing?” Aelin smiled sweetly, even though she wanted to strangle her cousin right now. The look on his face was enough to give her the answer.

“I told him nothing of the sort.” Aedion replied quickly, defending himself. Aelin only raised an eyebrow at him. “Ok, I— I might have let slip that for the past nine weeks you have been walking around the apartment with either a cup of coffee or a bottle of wine while you curse the Gods for lack of creativity.”

“I am going to kill you.” Aelin said, a smile still plastered on her face as she noticed some cameras pointed at her. It was always like this whenever she went out with Nino.

“Ae, that’s ok. You’re an artist, that sort of thing is expected.”

“I can’t believe it, Aedion! The deal for you to live with us was plain and simple.”

“No meddling on her work.” Nino reminded Aedion, the boy looking immensely pleased at his uncle’s doom. “And no Chaol.”

“You know how things are with Chaol. No. Talking. About. My. Work.“ Aelin said, temper rising once more.

“What is there to talk about anyways?”

“Uncle!” Nino said exasperatedly.

“Whatever there is or isn’t to talk about,” Aelin was saying, jaw clenched. “I would appreciate if you didn’t share it with my ex husband.”

“Oh, I think I hear Lysandra calling me.” Aedion interrupted, absolutely ignoring Aelin. She narrowed her eyes, knowing damn well that Lysandra would never be calling Aedion judging by the brunette’s deep dislike of her best friend’s cousin. Aelin tried to stop him, but he just started walking away faster, shouting that they could talk at home.

It was just a fancy way of saying they wouldn’t discuss at all.

She turned around, looking at Nino. He had a smirk on his face as he looked down his physics book, a pen on his left hand.

“You should have stopped me.” Aelin grumbled.

“Letting uncle Aed move in?” Nino asked, looking up at his mom. “Nah, I think it’s sweet. Besides, I like him.”

Aelin only grumbled more, taking the two glasses the barista had put in front of her. She smiled in thanks, holding one of the glasses and placing the other in front of Nino. He smiled humorously, raising an eyebrow. “You know I’m only sixteen, right?”

“You’re an old soul.”

“Well me and my old soul can wait until I’m twenty-one.”

Aelin smiled at her son, all anger and tightness leaving her body. Nino had always been her steadying rock, since he was a baby his presence had always been enough to calm her down. Differently from her, however, Nino was extremely serious and responsible, always following the rules, studying and making sure everything was right.

Most times Aelin found it immensely funny to see how different from her he had turned out.

“When I was your age—“ She was saying, a grin on her face. She immediately stopped, frowning. “Can’t tell you that story. Too inappropriate for your innocent ears.”

Nino snickered, pushing the champagne glass away.

“Don’t laugh, boy, this is exactly my point. Don’t you want to have wild, law-breaking, inappropriate stories that you can’t tell your kids one day?” She rested her elbows at the counter, a smile on her lips.

“You’ve lived enough of those for both of us now, mom.”

Aelin snorted, taking a sip of her champagne. “You’re studying physics at a party. At your age I would have been drinking.”

“No, you wouldn’t. You were pregnant.” Nino said slowly, a winning smirk at his face.

“Damn it.” Aelin muttered, earning a laugh from Nino. Despite her crazy stories, Nino knew very well how responsible she had been during her pregnancy with him. Nino, since before birth, had been the one thing capable of making her act like a serious adult. “You want to know why I killed Sam and Lyria?”

Nino raised his brows at the change in the topic, but nodded just the same.

“Because life should be an adventure, sweetheart. It should be full of unexpected turns and plot twists. It should be full of funny stories, embarrassing stories, inappropriate stories.” Her smile became soft, and she grabbed one of his hands. “I had to kill them because it wasn’t an adventure anymore, it wasn’t surprising. I knew exactly where they would always go, what they would always do. If my own characters weren’t surprising me, how could I hope they would surprise anyone else?”

“Mom…”

“I’m not telling you to be like I was when I was younger, it’s definitely not your type. I just want to make sure that you know you can make mistakes every now and then. That I don’t expect you to be like me, but I also don’t expect you to be perfect.”

He matched her soft smile, squeezing her hand slightly. “I know, mom.”

“Good.” She straightened, taking her champagne glass and looking around. “You know what else is boring? These parties. After having sixteen of these, the seventeenth seems rather dull.”

Nino rolled his eyes. “Yeah, people praising you seems awfully boring, mom.”

Aelin grinned, resting her hips against the counter as she turned fully to him. “It’s always the same thing. ‘Oh my god, I’m such a big fan’, or maybe the ‘Where’d you get your ideas?’.

“Let’s not forget the fully adult men asking you to sign their chest.” Nino’s face crumbled in disgust.

Aelin laughed out loud, drinking from her glass. “I don’t mind that one very much.”

“Well, I do, if you’re interested in knowing.”

She snorted, putting the now empty glass down. “I don’t know, Nino. I just wanted for someone to surprise me once. I want something new to give me inspiration, to be my new muse. For the past eight years I have been hearing the same thing over and over again. I just want someone to catch me by surprise, to say something so shocking I won’t have a reaction, so surprising that I will—“

“Ms. Galathynius.” She was interrupted by a brisk tap on her shoulder. Nino raised his eyebrows at the person standing behind her, trying to get her attention in such impolite manner.

She forced a polite smile on her face, taking a pen from her bra. She turned around, raising the pen. “Where do I sign?”

A broad shouldered man was now standing in front of her, and even in heels Aelin had to tip her head back to stare at him. His arms her hanging by his side, his clothes extremely casual for him to be part of the party. His white button down and leather jacket hugged his arms and torso, and if his face wasn’t so enthralling, Aelin would probably have had a hard time not staring at the rest of him.

His features looked somewhat tense. His hair— probably blond, but looked so light that it could only be described as silver— a mess, almost as if he had ran his hands too many times through it. There was a crease between his eyebrows, and his pine green eyes were stuck on her face with such intensity that Aelin felt her face heating.

“Detective Whitethorn, OPD.” He said, voice grave and words rolling out of his tongue with a lovely Scottish accent. “I’m here to ask you a few questions about a murder that took place earlier tonight.”

Aelin registered his words, but didn’t have any reaction. She just stared at the man, her eyes looking quickly at the Orynth Police Department badge he was holding.

Nino laughed quietly, reaching over his mom to take the pen out of her hand. “Well, this is new.”

Only then she turned slightly to her son, a scowl at her face. “No shit, Sherlock.”

—-----

Aelin had always written about this, but she never thought that she would herself be like one of the characters from her story.

Honestly, she wasn’t nervous at all, just curious.

Hundreds of people had seen her all afternoon and night at the party, and she knew that she hadn’t killed anybody, so fear was off the table. Now, why the police thought she had any knowledge about the crime at all was what made her so damn curious.

Upon arriving at the precinct, detective Whitethorn had left her at the care of two identical men. Both had the exact same face, but where one seemed to radiate light, the other one seemed to suck it. As they took her to wait in the interrogation room, she thought that they would make great main characters.

“Whitethorn will be back shortly, ma’am.” The serious twin said, walking out of the room as she sat down. The other twin, however, lingered.

He was staring at her, his head cocked to the side just like a wolf seizing his prey. Aelin stared right back, raising one eyebrow at him. Despite knowing she hadn’t killed anybody, something inside of her was tensing at his staring. Did they think that her involvement with the murder was more serious than she had initially thought?

“You killed your main characters.” He said, and the air rushed out of Aelin’s lungs. She scowled, suddenly pissed that he had made her so tense and it was actually just about a goddamn book.

“Yep. Bullet right through the head.” She made a finger gun and put it against her forehead. “Disappointed?”

He shrugged, resting against the threshold. “It was brilliant, but I adored Sam and Lyria. After eight years following the series, seeing your favorite characters being killed makes you want to kill the author.”

Aelin smiled when he winked at her. “Pardon. If it makes you feel better, I have already been scolded by my ex husband. Said it would have been better if I had just made Sam and Lyria join the circus.”

“Sam would have been a shit clown.”

Aelin nodded. “You’re right. Should have told that to my ex.”

The detective laughed, but was immediately interrupted when Whitethorn’s voice sounded from behind him. “Fenrys.”

“Sorry, Rowan.” Fenrys grimaced exaggeratedly, and Aelin grinned. “See you later, blondie.”

Aelin just nodded, her eyes immediately on Whitethorn when his figure approached the door.

“Ms. Galathynius.”

“Detective Whitethorn.” She eyed the manila folders he was holding. Some papers and photos were sticking out, but Aelin couldn’t really tell what they were.

He sat in front of her after closing the door, opening one of the folders. His eyebrows rose as he read, and he eyed Aelin quickly before sighing and putting the open folder at the table. “You have quite the history with the law for a best selling author, Ms. Galathynius. Public disturbance, disorderly conduct, resisting arrest…”

Aelin shrugged, a small smile on her lips. “Living all your adventures through paper seem a little too nerdish for me.”

Detective Whitethorn rested his forearms on the table, inclining himself forward. Aelin did the same, and his eyes narrowed at her.

“You stole a police horse once.”

“Borrowed.” Her smile widened. Detective Whitethorn, on the other hand, didn’t seem to find it funny in the slightest.

“And you were,” he looked down at the folder before looking at her again. “Nude.”

Aelin shrugged once more. “It was springtime.”

“And every time the charges were dropped.” He drew back, resting against his chair. “Care to explain?”

“The mayor enjoys reading The Guild.” Aelin sighed dramatically, propping on her elbows and resting her face against her hand. “You know how people love to bond over mutual interests. And he loves my son, there’s that too. But that’s besides the point.”

“Oh, is it?” For the first time, the detective seemed entertained.

“Yes. I don’t think you’re here to talk about my college prank of a decade ago, detective.” She half smiled. “So why don’t you make your murder questions so I can go home and convince my son to stop studying so his eyes won’t fall out?”

“Ms. Galathynius.” He said, smirking at her. Aelin didn’t think it was a good smirk, though. “I fully believe that the cocky, irreverent, hot girl slash genius act makes people eat out of the palm of your hand in your glamorous world, but I work for a living, so why don’t you cut the bullshit because in my world, you can be only two things.”

“You think I’m hot, detective?”

Whitethorn’s smirk didn’t waver. “You can be the person who makes my life easier and goes home quickly, or the person who makes my life harder and stays handcuffed here until you decide to be the first option.”

“I could make so many inappropriate jokes right now, you have no idea.” Aelin said, and she could swear his smirk turned more playful. She smirked back, crossing her arms. “I supposed I shouldn’t want to be the one making your life harder.”

He didn’t answer, just let go of the manila folder containing her information and opened the other one. He took out the picture of a brunette woman. Dark hair, brown skin and big black eyes, the girl couldn’t be older than twenty five.

Aelin grabbed the picture, analyzing it. “Hum, pretty.”

“And dead.”

“Gods, you don’t beat around the bush, do you?”

He didn’t reply, just took another picture out. This time it was a man, probably at the same age, but instead of bright and soft features the girl possessed, his skin was pale and blue eyes glassy.

“Recognize them?”

Aelin shook her head. “No. Maybe. I don’t know.” She sighed, letting go of the pictures. “I’ve been to dozens of signings, events and parties, detective Whitethorn. I can’t possibly recall every face.”

“Not what I meant. Do you recognize their features?” He asked, tapping the pictures.

Aelin looked back down once more, looking at those faces until something hit her fully. “Sam and Lyria. They look like my characters Sam and Lyria.”

Detective Whitethorn seemed satisfied with her answer, because he took other two pictures and placed in front of her. One of them showed the girl, her body dressed in a series of white cloths, wild flowers surrounding her whole body. Where her eyes should be, two big daisies laid, and looking more carefully, Aelin could also see daisies stuffed in her mouth and nostrils.

The other picture showed the boy, his body laying inside a casket, instead of white cloths hugging his body, his were blood red. The floor around the casket showed a series of markings drawn in white chalk.

“Holy fuck.” She breathed.

Detective Whitethorn was eyeing her carefully. “Her name was Mandy, his was Felix. He was found dead two weeks ago, but we only made the connection after we found her today. The deaths look exactly like the ones described in chapter six and twenty two of your book Gone Death.”

“A fan?” Aelin asked, a humorous smile on her lips.

“Yes, a really deranged fan.”

“Oh, you don’t seem deranged.”

He looked up from the pictures, frowning. “I’m sorry?”

“Detective Whitethorn, I am a best selling author and yet I can count on my fingers the amount of people who even know that Gone Death exists.” She smiled when he rolled his eyes. “It’s ok, I always thought it was a terribly underrated book. Only hardcore groupies ever read that one, though.”

He cleared his throat. “Do you enjoy constantly praising yourself, ma’am?”

“Oh, you have no idea, sir.”

He snorted, crossing his arms. “Does any of these groupies ever write you fan mail?” She just stared at him blankly. “Disturbing ones.”

Aelin shuddered, and this time it wasn’t for show. “Oh, try being a murder mystery writer. Every fan mail I receive is disturbing. It’s an occupational hazard.”

“It’s because sometimes, in cases like this, we find that—“

“The killer attempts to contact the image of his obsession, yes.” Aelin completed his sentence, earning a questioning look back.

She looked back at him, and curiosity beyond this case sparkled inside of her. She could feel an idea brewing, and the more he talked, the more interesting he got.

“I write murders for a living. I’m well versed in psychopathic methodologies and the process of murder. Another occupational hazard, I guess.” She inclined herself forward. “And has anyone ever said you have pretty eyes?”

He stared at her, mouth open as if he wanted to say something but didn’t know what. He finally rolled his eyes, pulling the pictures back to him. “And so I assume you won’t have any problems with us going over you mail, Ms. Galathynius.”

“Be my guest. I have thrown some out, however.” When he looked at her, she just shrugged. “My son lives in that house, detective. And as much as I’m not a strict mom in the slightest, there are things I will not allow my son to be near. Middle aged man sending naked pictures and blood vials is one example.”

He nodded, getting up. Aelin looked up at him, jerking her chin in the direction of the manila folders.

“Can I get a copy of that?”

“A copy?” He asked dumbfounded.

“Yeah. I have poker night with other best selling authors and you have no idea how jealous this would make them.”

He hesitated for a moment before slowly asking. “Jealous?”

“In my world, detective, having a copycat is like wining the fucking Nobel.” She said, half surprised at the complete incredulity on his face. “So?”

He threw the folders at the table, placing his hands down and bringing his face inches away from hers. “People are dying, Ms. Galathynius.”

“I’m not asking for the bodies.”

He rolled his eyes, drawing back. He took the folders from the table, walking to the door. “I think we’re done here.”

Aelin stared at his back, seeing him leave the room. Once he was out of sight, she took her phone out, looking through her contacts until she found the one.

“Good night, Rolfe.” She greeted the current mayor of Orynth. “You have a direct say in the OPD business, don’t you? Because as you know, The Guild just ended but…”

Aelin looked at the door once more, and even though he wasn’t there, she smiled.

“…but I think I just found my new inspiration for a new series.”

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Hey ho there, feel free to ignore this and I hope I'm not bugging you as I awkwardly slide in here, but I must ask: if you had full creative control of the show, how would you run season 5? You can pick and choose whatever leaks you want to include.

Ah!!! Thank you for your ask <3 I might have spent a couple nights typing out my answer, but in short: I'd cherry pick old story arcs, bring back everyone I like and who doesn't run when they hear Riverdale's calling.

I'd definitely get some decent writers (I'm partial to Jane Espenson, but no idea if she'd be a good fit) and definitely some diversity. I might accidentally fire all men and then play up all their shitty recurring themes for fun as a weird inside joke between me and the show.

I think if they ever gave me creative control of the show it would swerf hard to the crazy and not leave that lane because honestly, i think that's what Riverdale does best.

So, where would I start...

Instead of giving season four a decent ending, I would start with an extra long pilot with the title 'previously on' where the best and most important bits of the teens' school lives is shown with a heavy focus on Jason and the Farm. Parallely, we get to see the lovestory of Chic and Charles. The episode ends with a few very short scenes of the prom where everyone's happy and pretty.

Then we'd start on the real season five. It's been seven years and our characters are older and more grown up.

The show would at first only present the present lifesbof our characters and the barest bones structure to keep as much a little mysterious as possible (but here I tell you what happened during timeskip, too).

Archie is often considered the main character, so let's start with him:

Archie went to the Army after school (though he didn't actually pass his exams and thus didn't graduate, Mr Honey was quite amused). On his most recent tour he met someone special: Eric, his new friend.

Archie was wounded in battle with a... giant mutated elephant with sharp teeth and hallucinogenic venom. Or something. He isn't really sure what happened, but he's got a huge new scar all over his torso. The abs stayed in tact, but oh his pride. During recovery he met new wheelchair user (and on occasion crutches) Eric who has trouble walking since his legs are misshapen/he only has one. Archie thinks Eric got maimed by the same elephant he was, but thinks it rude to ask.

For Eric I'm picturing Sabrina's Ambrose.

With his hurt pride, Archie can't stay with the military and decides to go back to Riverdale.

Eric doesn't have a place to go, so Archie invites him along.

They need a job and since Eric has a calendar full of sexy half naked firefighters AND since they both have abs, Archie decides that type of uniform is the perfect fit for them and trades his newly renovated and well running boxing gym against the old fire station Penelope Blossom owns. (Literally, they even meet at Pop's to exchange keys and sign papers Penelope brought that Archie doesn't even skim.)

The fire station is quite out of everything, but it has a huge pool Eric likes to swim in and a fire truck. To make ends meet Archie sells his sperm to the Greendale sperm bank.

Archie is of course in love with Eric but unfamiliar with the concept of bisexuality and struggles to identify his attraction for what it is. Eric is a foreigner to Riverdale (or is he?) and unfamiliar with the town's culture and quirks. Still, something going on in Sweetwater River seems to be related to him.

Archie and Eric share the Andrews' House - and in the house next door... live Gladys Jones and Polly Cooper!

After Jughead and Betty left for College Alice' horrid mom impulses settled on Jellybean who didn't stand back, grind her teeth and took it but instead broke Alice' teeth. Her and FP were not amused (though FP was also angry at Alice for being too strict). Alice moves out but stays as a journalist in town.

FP gets in trouble for being a brutal gang leader without a gang beating up criminals behind the boxing gym on tape. Not wanting to go to an illegal fighting club prison, he hides with Canadian Serpents behind the border. (Joaquin's identical twin brother and Ricky live there, too. They're happy there.)

Maybe he'd call once or twice with misleading wrong snake facts that have nothing to do with the current mystery of the episode but fit into perfectly by chance.

Jellybean was invited along, but she chose to stay because she thinks Riverdale is rad and the old Cooper House is luxurious as hell. Also, her mom came back to become the new Sheriff!

Nearly seven years in, Gladys still holds the position because no one legally qualified wants it and she manages to keep gang violence at an all time low for Riverdale. Plus, she and Mary Andrews are not exactly friends but able to work well together. When there's another serial killer running wild in town she has no problem with having another girlfriend of Mary who happens to be a skilled professional in the most relevant field take over for a bit. If needed, the Riverdale gangs are usually willing to add muscle to good causes, too.

Jellybean has left Riverdale for university and will only be present for holidays and breaks. She'd still be played by Trinity because I love her and honestly, real nineteen year olds look like fourteen year olds everywhere in the world. Also this gives the viewers 'Archie vision': he will always see his best friend's toddling baby sister in the young woman which makes her the only undatable (legal) female on this planet for him.

While attending Riverdale High she lead the Andrews Boxing Gym and made it the most successful gym in the area. It won't be a plot point in the show (apart from her being angry at Archie for just trading it against trash) but there will be framed newspaper articlesband the like in Gladys' house.

Around the time everyone graduated, Polly was released from Shady Grooves and is back to her old smart self - and really missing her babies! As Choni leave for whatever private college Blossom women have always gone to, Polly takes them and goes home - just to learn on the porch that not only did her mother sell her childhood home more than a year ago without anyone ever telling her, the college fund she never had gotten legal access to and planned to use for the twins is gone too and her sister left town without saying goodbye.

Gladys has always taken care of all the stray kids she found no matter how tight the budget was and now there's this young desolate mother with twin toddlers in front of her posh murder house she'd gotten for cheap and she has this new gig as sheriff. Of course, she takes them in.

They stay in Betty's old room at first, but they soon get to remodel the attic to give Polly her own room. At present, Dagwood has Polly/Chic/JB's old room and Juniper the one facing Archie's. (When Archie sees her in the room, he actually has a flashback once to when he and Betty used to be so young, but then Juniper turns her gead, stares at him really creepily and smiles weirdly. Archie will be somewhat scared from then onwards and be reminded of when everyone thought Polly might gave killed Jason. Juniper would murder.)

At first, Polly's a full time, stay at home mom, but once the kids are older, she starts working part-time: for Gladys.

It turns out they work amazing together. Gladys tends to jump to convenient conclusions and threatens violence way to freely. Also, she is intimidating as fuck.

Polly is everything she isn't: level headed (to a point, in comparison at least), brilliant at combining clues and steering people (remember how she infiltrated Thornhill and made Cheryl unknowingly assist in her snooping plans?). On top of that, she has these stepford smiles and all the ways to appear unthreatening drillend into her head. Honestly, she and Betty are quite alike. While Betty has the lockpicking skills and knows her way around cars, Polly used to be really into fashion (or something) and, with all her experiences at the Sisters, the Farm and Shady Groves, Polly knows psychology.

She started solving some of Gladys' cases at the breakfast table, but now she's officially a deputy or an advisor or something. They're essentially like FP and Jughead, just that Polly is an adult (and that she wouldn't be in a gang beating suspects up regularly).

(These characters would all be mostly in the background though.)

Veronica finally gained perspective on her relationship to her father and grew up. Hiram's cut out of her life for good. They won't ever interact. (In fact, Hiram either moved to New York or he had a minor traffic accident where he lost all of his memory for good and now lives as Ram Rod and works as a trainer at Penelope's newly acquired boxing gym. Everyone is confused about it but doesn't care to ask.)

Veronica is successful at whatever she's doing and doesn't plan on ever moving back to Riverdale, but maybe something is up at Pop's that requires her checking up on in person and she just happens to cross paths with Betty who is also just there for the weekend. And they haven't had quality time together for years, because it's so hard to stay in contact sometimes even with people you love so much you'd die to keep them safe.

If I could come up with something meaningful for them to catch up on emotionally, I'd have them sitting together in a booth at Pop's for a whole episode just talking (but I'm not that deep).

Veronica might be engaged, but we see it fall through without really getting to meet the guy. She mostly just talks to Betty about him on occasion but in a somewhat messed up way. Ultimately, she realises how she treats him in some regards like Hiram treated her and her mother. She wants to grow up further and not be like her father anymore. Since the fiance was only a trophy pawn, she breaks it off and concentrates on introspection/ maybe therapy for a bit.

Later that season her sister comes back and surprise: Hermosa embraced becoming Daddy.

(These would have to be restricted to two half episodes only, she definitely deserves story arcs that aren't about her dad.)

Careerwise: she has a couple businesses, maybe a restaurant chain or a franchise and she seems to collect startups. She reinvests a lot and has to travel quite a bit but can work remotely too.

Everyone seems to want FBI agent Betty and if I'd go that route I'd have her demask Charles as the fraude fake FBI who hires guns for hire and fake emergency teams while making up fantasy horror stories about serial killer genes to scare his biological family into killing each other that I wholeheartedly believe he is. But I also like Betty's interest in mechanics and would love for her to have a career in mechanical engineering. Maybe she switched majors at uni and now works for a company developing prosthetics. Maybe she tries to get Eric into joining a study. (I mean, prosthetic legs would help his work as a fire fighter...).

She's in town to visit Polly and the twins but after talking to Veronica she spontaneously stays in town. She can do her work remotely, really. The two of them move into a two bedroom 'shared bnb' (or whatever it was called in season two) and we finally get to see their friendship on screen.

Betty isn't in a relationship at the moment abd she's so into her work, she isn't looking for one either.

Jughead had broken up with Betty seven years ago and never really had a well working relationship after. He's grown obsessed with finding a way to recreate what he had with Betty.

Not in a totally creepy psycho way, he's simply not understanding that he might be sex positive and he had been in love with Betty, but he is ace and quite aro, too. It doesn't help, that he finds people sexually attractive on their online profiles just to be repulsed by the tought of even kissing them goodbye in person.

(I don't think tv is generally a fitting medium for this, but I guess he can narrate for himself and make it work.)

I guess he has to be an author. Obsessed as he is about finding love again (he wouldn't call it like that) he figures it had either been the location or the constant fear for his life. He chooses to return to Riverdale. He probably instantly moves with everything he owns to Riverdale (not that it's much beside a modern laptop, the typewriter and his camera).

Archie gives the great advice how Jughead is obviously still innlove with Betty, duh.

He of course runs into Betty some day, they end up investigating some random murder together and find themselves in familiar positions and kiss - but it just isn't there anymore. Jughead feels nothing and Betty isn't really into it either.

Veronica later points him in the direction of maybe not being allo (because she used to question herself as aro).

Funfact: Jughead would have failed graduation with Archie if Mr Honey didn't forge some records that weren't actually submitted from Stonewall (they claim all records were deleted during a power outage). Jughead knows and is deeply shamed.

Thornhill has been renovated! Toni is pregnant! Choni will be raising their kids (surprise, it's going to be twins!) in Cheryl's ancestral home. Choni are married and happy.

Toni has reopened the White Worm with Fangs somewhere at the Southside and yes, let's make her the official Serpent Queen. Let her work lots of social causes (remember toys for tots?), grey area rule bending for good and of course she works well with Gladys. I've seen talk about her being a social worker floating around and honestly, I think that works amazing. She's working the local cases (and a few unofficial ones) and I think she and Cheryl are registered foster parents. On occasion (like once) they'd be shown taking care of a random kid.

Cheryl used her College time to study two things: business and Riverdale town history. Remember how in season two she took so much pride in her ancestors because she believed them to be good people? She might be disillusioned but she is the Blossom heiress and her and Toni's as well as Jason's kids will one day inherit a better family legacy. She'll invest in Southside rebuilding projects, advocate for new town memorials, maybe rebrand some of the Blossom product lines. Something like that

She won't run for mayor yet, but she's definitely invested in (local) politics.

Of course the pregnancy was with artificial insemination, the donor was either an unsuspecting red head from the Greendale Sperm Bank or they use some of Jason's that has surly been saved to guarantee the Blossom line when everywhere was scary talk about sperm counts going down due to mobile phones.

In addition: the maple factories need worker bees! Cheryl has a few programs with Toni to get Serpents/random Riverdalians newly released from prison or just with bad luck into a steady job and a cushy appartement overlooking the ex prison on the Southside. Pop's is also participating. Ethel works as a landlady for said appartement complex.

Also, why not add a second Blossom-Topaz lovestory to underline this incest-adjacent show and bring back Toni's grandpa and set him up with Nana Blossom. XD

Then during this season's arc, the Blossom uncle's corpse will be found in the river and the mistery is whether the FBI will figure out who the corpse us and what happened or not.

I love Reggie. Since Varchie is unlikely thanks to Eric, him and Veronica rekindling their relationship would definitely be a possibility I'm into, but he also seems to have an interesting connection with Kevin and Fangs that could be built on.

He would definitely have a car he'd love very much and I think it would still be Bella.

I'm not sure about his career, but it wouldn't include his father's car dealership. Maybe he'd be a successful movie star just in town between movie shootings.

Kevin was doing something with musicals on Katy Keene, I think? Writing or directing? He was trying to nake it big, but some plans fell through. Now he's back in Riverdale. Luckily, they are just about to open Riverdale's first theater in the relatively newly built but forever closed prison. Next to the Southside Theater the complex holds a mall and the White Worm.

Fangs works full time as the manager of the WW that he co-owns with Toni. He meets Kevin again once he's back in town.

Sweet-Pea somehow ended up as a junior doctor at the Riverdale hospital. He spends all of his scarce free time at the WW.

Some of the background Pretty Poisons officially work for the police now. Different than Gladys, they are actually ccccc for the positions they hold.

Peaches works as a manager for one of Cheryl's companies. She's happily married and has a kid (or something).

How long in prison do you get in the US for standing in as the head figure of a crazy pen and paper cult that has literal murders committed in his name? As a blond white dude probably just parole? So honestly, once they actually bring his case to court (and they have nothing against him because anyone could have been under the mask at any one time and people know of different gargoyle kings) he's released of all charges. No one in Riverdale actually knows though since his case took forever, Bughead had already left Riverdale and Alice didn't step up to follow the case. No one wrote about it, so no one knows. They just assume that of course the guy will be locked away forever, he's guilty.

In reality, he and Charles have bought a house somewhere in a different street of Riverdale where they aren't quite known and have adopted a couple kids.

Charles meets Alice regularly for lunch and she thinks he's this workaholic FBI agent only living for solving crime. They play a long con game I don't know the goal of.

(They have been behind the tapes even if that storyline gets totally ignored. They pretend FP being in exile is their doing, but the tape responsible was just a random security camera in the area.)

Josie's plans in New York sadly fell through (I haven't seen any Katy Keene but I want her back)

Lot's of bonding scenes with her brother Kevin who's also back in town. The two share a flat and on occasion burst into song together. Since I've already invented the Southside Theater, maybe she'd find a job there, too.

Val and Melody stayed in Riverdale aftee highschool and made careers in town for themselves. Maybe Melody at city hall and Val as a marketing specialist at the farm, Riverdale's most outstanding new grocery mart. Half of all Riverdalians don't get the controversy of the name, the others either think it's brilliant or tasteless. (Kevin for example has repressed the nemories so gard, he doesn't get it. Josie is very protective and angry at Val for working there.) The store belongs to the eccentric redhaired Eva Everafter or whatever pseudonym Evelyn can come up with to thinly hide her identity behind.

Somewhere in it I'd throw in a few lines vaguely referencing older happenings like "I still can't drink tap water" and the very first time Veronica sees Archie again after seven years she identifies him through his ab muscles.

So in short: Archie would be very dumb, everyone else is just there.

Also: Pop's would serve 50% vegan burgers and milkshakes so I could dig in with gusto.

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abuttoncalledsmalls · 4 years

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Take A Giant Step - Chapter 8

Warnings: Alcohol, Angst, Anxiety, Anxiety Medication, Language, Mention of Death, and Panic Attack (sort of)

Pairings: Frankie Morales x f!OC

Word Count: 2.0K

A/N: Here is Chapter 8! If you would like to be tagged (or un-tagged) in upcoming chapters, please don’t hesitate to let me know. Shout out, as always, to the AMAZINGLY LOVELY @yespolkadotkitty for beta-ing this and for my banner! Please enjoy. <3

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“Please print,” I mumbled to myself as I clicked the command screen on my computer. I was at the Gallaway working on last minute pre-production tasks for our next show Measure for Measure. By the first rehearsal I needed to have contracts drawn up for the entire company, designer budgets finalized, scripts obtained, and parking passes ready to go. Thankfully, it was Wednesday afternoon and I had until Friday to make sure everything was taken care of.

I was just the production manager this time around. It would be a lie if I didn’t say that I was relieved. I wouldn’t have to attend every single rehearsal, schedule said rehearsals, schedule fittings, and be accessible 24/7 for actors. I only needed to be physically present for production meetings and tech week. Which meant that I was able to take off that weekend and miss the first rehearsal that was scheduled for Sunday.

Frankie and I had planned to drive up to Jefferson State Park and go camping for the weekend. He wanted to take me camping - especially when he found out that I had never been before. The trip was all he could talk about for the past week and a half. His eyes lit up every single time he spoke about hitting the trails. He’d get a dreamy look on his face talking about building a campfire. The moment that he was the most excited for was us sleeping under the open night sky. Together. Whenever he talked about that particular topic, he made sure to wrap his arms around my middle, pull me in close, and whisper “under the stars together” in my ear. The opportunity to share one of his favorite hobbies with me made him absolutely glow.

As I was drifting off into a daydream where Frankie and I were sharing a sleeping bag, my phone’s text alert went off. I looked down to see that Jeff had sent me a message. It wasn’t unusual for him to send me text messages or emails from his office. He was a big proponent of energy conservation. In his mind that consisted of sending me texts instead of walking 20 feet to my office to talk. I opened the message and read “Please come into my office”.

Those five words seldomly were followed by good news. Especially from Jeffery Rogers. The last time he said that phrase, the two of us had to confront and terminate a box office associate for stealing from the cashbox. I rose from my chair and made the short trek to Jeff’s office. As I entered the space, he asked me to close the door in a soft voice. I did so and in the process noticed that his “emergency whiskey” bottle was out. Opened and obviously drunk from. This clearly was not a Gallaway related situation and not a good one.

“Hey Jeff. What’s up?” He looked up at me with puffy red eyes. It was evident that he had been crying.

“Do you remember my nephew, Jack?”

“Tall, skinny, and with a mass of wild curls? Yeah.”

“My mother just called to let me know that he passed away this morning. Lately he was having complications related to a seizure disorder he had. The issues were getting progressively worse and he was having to go into the hospital more frequently. He just couldn’t make it through this last time.” Jeff started to tear up again.

“Jeff, I am so sorry. How’s your family?”

“Really, Maggie? A twenty-two year old with his whole life in front of him died. How the fuck do you think they are?”

“You’re right. I’m sorry. That was a stupid question.” I went over to hug him and he fell apart. He shared with me about the time that he first held his nephew. How he swore that Jack looked up and smiled at him. He then talked about how Jack was the best man at his wedding. As each memory came out, he cried harder. The only time I had seen Jeff in this much pain was during his divorce which took place the year before.

“The funeral is this weekend. I know that the first rehearsal for Measure is on Sunday. I also know that I need to be there and do the schmaltzy thing. I can’t miss this though. My sister and niece are devastated. We all are. We need to be together right now.” I nodded my head. He picked up the bottle and took a giant swig of whiskey.

“Don’t worry about a thing. I’ll stick around this weekend. I’ll be on-call on Saturday in case anything goes wrong. On Sunday, I’ll give the whole Gallaway welcome speech and let them know about the gala. I’ll also stick around for the reading. Just concentrate on you and your family.”

“Thank you, Mags. I think it may be best if I left for the day.”

“I would agree. Go home and rest up. I’ll call an Uber for you.”

“One last thing - you could please not tell anyone about this? I don’t need people getting worried and asking questions.”

“You have my word.”

****

Once Jeff was picked up by his Uber, I pulled out my phone. I wasn’t looking forward to telling Frankie that I was going to have to cancel our trip. He was going to be so upset. On the other hand, he was a reasonable man. He would understand that things come up and sometimes plans have to change.

“Hey babe. What’s up?” I texted. He responded quickly.

“Not much. Thinking about you. You?”

“I’m gonna have to bow out of the camping trip this weekend.”

“What?”

“An emergency came up at work and I need to stay in town this weekend. I’m really sorry.”

My phone began to ring and I picked up. It was Frankie.

“We’ve had this planned for almost two weeks, Maggie. Can’t you get Jeff or Alexis to cover for you?”

“I wish I could, honey. That’s just not possible for this situation. Someone from staff needs to be there. Jeff is unavailable.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“Frankie. You know that if I could get out of this, I would.” A brief silence took hold.

“Fine. You can’t go camping this weekend.” The disappointment dripped from his voice.

“I promise that I’ll make it up to you. We can go next weekend.”

“Okay. I’ve gotta go. I’ll talk with you later.”

He hung up. My instinct was to text him right back and to continue the conversation, but I didn’t. Whenever I let someone down, my compulsion was to fix it at that moment. That response had been hardwired into my brain since childhood. I felt that if I didn’t make things right at that exact moment then the person I let down would write me off forever. The very real fear that Frankie would be angry and leave me began to turn into a serpent of anxiety. I fished for my bottle of Xanax in my grey backpack. Opening the amber prescription bottle, I took one pill out, placed it on the back of my tongue, and washed it down with a drink of water.

****

I got home around four-thirty. I checked my phone for what felt like the seventeenth time to see if Frankie called or texted. He didn’t. I decided that I’d call him around seven. Every weeknight he would watch reruns of Cheers from seven to eight o’clock on the local CW station. I knew that he would be home then - sitting on his couch with an open beer, laughing at the shenanigans of Sam and Diane.

The next two and half hours were agonizing. I tried to read, but I couldn’t concentrate on the words in front of me. I was too wound up to nap and too unfocused to listen to the radio. The best thing I could think to do was to take a walk. I got changed into my black shorts and threw on an old grey shirt that read CAT HAIR IS LONELY PEOPLE GLITTER. I put on my sneakers, put in my earbuds, and headed off.

I walked around my subdivision for an hour. I would stop every now and then to look at my neighbors’ blooming flowers. After stealing a sniff or two, I would continue on my way. Although the beautiful and hot afternoon was helping ease some of my anxiety, Frankie was still on my mind. I hadn’t figured out what I was going to say to him exactly. The only thing I knew for certain that I was going to tell him was that I was sorry. That I didn’t mean to hurt him. I turned onto my street. As I got closer, I saw what I thought was Frankie’s truck in the parking lot. I walked over to the truck to inspect it. It was indeed Frankie’s, but it was empty. He wouldn’t just leave his truck in a random parking lot.

I pulled up his number on my phone and tapped it. The phone rang, but there was no pick up. I figured that I would return to my townhouse, take a shower, and then try to call him again. Walking up to my stoop, I was surprised to see Frankie sitting there. He was looking down at his hands.

“Hey.” He looked up and gave me a small smile.

I walked over to him. “Hi.”

“I just tried to call you. I saw your truck but no you. I got worried that someone may have taken it for a joyride.”

“No joyride. I didn’t want to talk on the phone. I wanted to see you.”

I felt my stomach drop. Was this it? Was he going to break-up with me? Why else would someone want to see me after I disappointed them?

I braced myself for his goodbye and started to tear up. “I’msosorryaboutthetrip!Ididn’tmeantomakeyouupset.Nowyou’regonnahatemeandleave.” I couldn’t contain my tears anymore. They came pouring out with my jumbled words. Frankie had a confused look on his face.

“Huh? Baby, I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. You’re my Maggie May. I’m not going anywhere. Where did you get an idea like that?” He pulled me onto his lap and kissed the side of my head. He held me close.

“Because I had to cancel the trip this weekend and you were upset. You sounded really bothered on the phone. I have to stay in town this weekend. There was a death in Jeff’s family. So I am stepping in and doing some things for him over the next few days while he goes back home. He asked me not to share what was going on. I’m really sorry and I promise that I’ll make it up to you. I know that you were really excited.”

Frankie nodded. “I was a little let down, but that’s no reason to throw away a relationship. Remember when you told me that you were in this for the long haul? I am too. I care about you too much to let you go without a fight.” He kissed me and gently rubbed his thumb over my cheek. “I came over because I wanted to talk to you about an idea I had.”

“Okay.”

“You have a backyard. It’s not the great outdoors, but we could set up the camping equipment out there. We’d still be able to grill, make s’mores, and sleep under the stars.”

“Together..?” I coyly asked.

“The only way I’d want it.”

“That sounds like the best way to spend a Friday night.” I gave him a long and tender kiss. Any and all fear that I had vanished instantly. I reveled in the security of our relationship as I ran my fingertips over his whiskers. When I arrived at one of the bare patches in his beard, I lightly grazed the area with the pad of my finger.

He let out a contented sigh. “We’re good then? I’m not upset with you, I’m not going anywhere, you can do your work thing, and we still get to spend time together.”

“Mmm-hmmm. Francisco?”

“Yeah?”

“I know Cheers starts in like an hour and a half. Could I persuade you though to stay for dinner? I’m thinking pizza with copious amounts of making out?”

“I’d love that.”

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thespiralgrimoire · 4 years

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So just realized that all of the female cast members (and probably some of the male ones) are based on fairytales Grey is Cinderella, Noelle is Snow White, Vanessa is rapunzal, Yuno might be Peter Pan or at least Sylph is tinkerbell

I got an ask similar to this quite a while ago, but it was a little more cumbersome and I wasn't sure how to respond to it....

I think this is an interesting take but personally I think it's a little reductive. There are definitely some similarities between the BC ladies and the Disney princesses, but I think to say that any of them are based on Disney princesses is a disservice to them as characters. While the BC universe is definitely loosely based in a European fantasy setting, I would think that the fact that it's written from a Japanese perspective would mean that the similarities to our classic Western fairytails can't be taken for granted.

HOWEVER, there is also the point to be made that the Disney Princess stories are based in tropes that show up in a LOT of traditions and stories, so maybe it would be more accurate to say that these characters' stories contain a lot of the same elements that appear in folklore all around the world?

That being said, I think it's fun to play with what we know, and I don't know a lot of Japanese fairytales. So let's take a look at some of the ones you listed, because I spent $75,000 on a Bachelor's degree in English literature and I don't get to use it much.

☘️ Of all of these, Grey is DEFINITELY the most obvious one. Like, it’s every element of Cinderella... The step sisters, the mistreatment, the false identity. But I think that’s is very important how it differs from the classic tale to play on Grey’s sense of self.

The classic Cinderella story doesn’t paint Cinderella as a self pitying damsel who needs to be rescued. She is upset with her situation, she knows it’s not fair, and she knows she’s entitled to a nice night out, especially after she puts in the work in to make an outfit appropriate for the occasion. Her step sisters’ vindictive nature ruins this for her, not any fault of her own, which is why her fairy godmother steps in to right the wrongs of her situation.

Grey doesn’t have the sense of self that Cinderella has. Be it through abuse or quirks of her own personality, she’s a rather passive victim to her step sisters’ bullying, and instead of doing what she does despite of them like Cinderella, she does everything she can to please them. The ending result is more or less the same: they can’t be pleased. In both cases the step sisters retaliate violently: in Cinderella’s case, they destroy the dress she’s made for herself, and in Grey’s case, they drive Grey into the woods, taking her attempt to please them as a personal insult.

Grey gets no fairy godmother, and no ball. And unlike Cinderella, she gets rescued by a “prince” character (as much as I loathe to call Gauche that, but an analogy does exist there, so let’s acknowledge it.) Gauche saves Grey in the literal sense, and he also gives her the courage to better her situation, which eventually leads her to develop a sense of self that is not “her step family’s doormat.” She varies from Cinderella in this way because Cinderella never had to make this personal jump in her narrative; she started her narrative already there. Whereas Grey was desperately trying to become something that someone would respect, Cinderella knew from the start that she was worthy of more than the world had given her.

But the nice thing about Grey’s narrative is that she IS working to be this person! She’s got to put in the work to get to where Cinderella is, but who knows? Maybe by the time she isn’t afraid to be her authentic self, she’ll get some help from an exterior source (a metaphorical fairy godmother character) or maybe that power will come from within (with this new magic she’s using to save Gauche?). If we stick with the fairytale princess narrative, her reward would be Gauche. Just like Cinderella was rewarded for her strength during an adverse time in her life, Grey will be rewarded for overcoming her insecurities.

☘️ I... gotta come clean here, I read “Snow White” but my brain went “Sleeping Beauty”, and I was all ready to talk about THAT fascinating analogy. So apologies if this one is a little lackluster while I get my fairytales straight.

I think this one is a little flimsy, but again, I prepared to talk about the wrong fairytale. Would we paint Magicula as the evil queen, wanting Noelle dead because she’s “fairer”? Or would her siblings be an abstract reading of the “evil queen” because Noelle looks too much like their mother, and therefore is the bane of their existance, like Snow White was for the evil queen? The Black Bulls as the seven dwarves is the one part of this I’m really digging, because it’s hilarious. But I think this one is a hard sell. Noelle has failed to be a victim to any serious threat for more than a few minutes because she’s always surrounded by people who fight tooth and nail for her, and she’s fighting every second to be stronger. Of course, that furthers the “Black bulls = seven dwarves” thing, which is just. So great. Snow White never had to do anything but housework. She doesn’t get stronger because strength was never a part of her equation.

☘️ Vanessa as Rapuzal is eh. She’s a classic princess trapped in a castle, but she’s the second one of those in the series (Charlotte being the other). In both cases, Yami saves them with a strange mix accidental concern and casual heroism. I think this says more about Yami as an accidental prince charming than it does about either of them as Disney princesses.

I haven’t seen Tangled, but from what I’ve gathered, there’s an analogy to be made here between Vanessa and Tangled Rapunzal being trapped by their mothers under the guise of caring for them. Hell yeah, can’t deny that connection! But it’s far from a sign of a fairytale princess. It’s just shitty parenting. Unfortunately, it’s rampant across all cultures, and therefore appears in all forms of media.

Charlotte’s case is, I believe, supposed to be a parody of a “strong independent woman” (which is a big problem I have with how she’s written but that’s a different conversation). There very well could be a specific fairytale that fits Charlotte’s case (Sh. Shrek?) but I think it’s meant to be more of a parody of the false persona she puts out than anything else.

Yami is really the one to look at here, since it’s not a coincidence that he’s rescued TWO of these fairytale-princess-knockoffs over the course of the story, and they both have unrequited crushes on him (although Vanessa’s is mostly for show). While Charlotte is a parody of a strong independent princess, Yami is a parody of Prince Charming. He doesn’t want the role, he didn’t ask for the role, he’s not looking for the role... He’s just doing what he’s doing and if he happens to rescue some ladies in peril, it’s just part of his day of wandering around busting through walls like the Koolaid man. That’s not a jab at Yami’s character. It doesn’t mean that he’s not a hero. Yami’s whole shtick is that you don’t have to be a conventionally handsome dude in a cape with a winning smile to be a hero. That’s the mantra he’s built the Black Bulls around. His whole character is a counterpoint to the traditional hero stereotype with Fuegoleon (and to a lesser degree, Nozel) as the point he’s countering.

Yami and the Black Bulls exist to make the point that there is more than one way to be right, to be strong, to be brave, to be heroic. You don’t have to look, act, think, or feel a certain way to be on the right side of things.

☘️ Okay so Yuno as Peter Pan is the one I’ve really been chomping at the bit to talk about because while I don’t think you’re right, I can’t decide if you’re wrong???

I don’t know what other stories and traditions could influence Bell’s design, so based on what I know, she’s a dead ringer for Tinkerbell. Moving past that.

Yuno as Peter Pan has me WILDING because he’s literally the host for an unborn baby. I don’t know how much harder you can drill in the “Never grow up” theme.

Does it really hold up past that though? I kind of want it to, just because the very premise of Yuno as Licht’s baby screams it so hard. But I don’t think it does.Which is a shame, because it could.

Yuno was a crybaby as a kid, which is a very infantile trait, but when he and Asta made their pact to be the wizard king, he went the opposite direction of “never grow up” and rapidly matured in order to accomplish this dream. We don’t really know how else Yuno may have changed besides “he doesn’t cry anymore”, but from the way he acts and the way he’s treated at the orphanage, it seems to me that a lot was placed on him. And that carries into his magic knight career. Because of his talent and his resolve, he was made to face some very adult problems at a very young age.

Major manga spoilers ahead!

This carries into the current events we’re seeing, too. There is no semblance of “never grow up” in the way that Yuno acts or is being treated as a member of the Golden Dawn. He’s the vice captain at... what, 16? 17? and he’s just found out that he’s also the next heir of a kingdom that he does not call his home-- that’s he’s considered the enemy for his entire career. Then he’s forced to handle the violent deaths of half his squad, the severe injury of the other half, and the kidnapping of his captain, which leaves him in charge. We see him give a big old holler about all this, but I what’s really interesting to me is that he doesn’t cry. The most infantile part of his identity, which he abandoned to get where he is now, does not come back to him in a moment of weakness, at a time where he very much has every write to feel like a helpless child. Whether he wants to or not, Yuno is no longer allowed to be a child, and he will never get the opportunity to be one again.

I guess you could say that this may mean that we’ll see him want to be Peter Pan, that he’ll grow nostalgic for the days where everything was simpler and he had the time to cry, the freedom to be scared and confused and feel sorry for himself. I would love to see that explored in his character, but I really don’t think that we’ll see it happen. In both the meta and the story universe, there’s no time for Yuno to have that breakdown and regression. It wouldn’t fit the pacing and Yuno’s got shit to do. Yuno isn’t Peter Pan. He’s lost the chance to be.

So in conclusion, I can see why a lot of people want to assign fairytale roles to characters in Black Clover, and I do think that the creators play with the concept themselves, but I think to boil any of the Black Clover characters down to a single character or fit them into a single fairytale is a disservice to the characters themselves, and overlooks everything else going on with them. None of the black clover characters are “based” on a fairytale character. Their stories may take inspiration from them, but there is far more going on with each and every one of them to ever take such similarities at face value.

#grey #vanessa enoteca #noelle silva #charlotte roselei #yami sukehiro #yuno #black clover #spinda tea #call me a big fuckin bottle rim glasses wearing pocket protector pointdexter nose in a book nerd #but I really miss writing essays #I would fucking LOVE to do more of these #if anyone wants me to #but no one probably does LOL #bc fairytales

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atlas-of-a-human-soul · 5 years

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Hurt, pt. 4 (E.D.)

Summary: While Y/N makes her choice, Ethan admits something he tried to hide from everyone, himself most of all.

Warnings: ANGST, swearing, talk of abortion and depression

Word Count: 2000

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Y/N held onto her last bits of sanity as the sudden stillness and silence of the room caught up with her.

She was debating ending the pregnancy without even telling Ethan when she first learned of it… but now? She couldn’t bear the thought.

Three babies! Three babies who were part of her! Three babies that were a part of him…the man she hates…the man she loves…the man who had given her so many good memories only for them to turn bittersweet now.

In her heart, Y/N knew she wouldn’t have gone through with it even if it were a single heartbeat. In her heart, Y/N still loves Ethan. She still hopes there is something more to the story he sold her. She can’t believe the love he had for her had just gone. Ethan Dolan is a man who loves deeply and with every cell his body is comprised of. He whispered his love even that day…she didn’t think he lied. That’s the problem, because if he didn’t lie and he loved her still, why would he ever choose to tell her of the woman he supposedly fell in love with? Why would he break her heart and walk away from everything they built?

That’s where another fear takes root.

Should she tell him of her current state? Would he choose to stay and fight just because of the kids? Would he stay because he loves her and regrets his initial choice or would he leave nonetheless? If he wanted to mend their marriage, would she even accept?

Y/N has been a gracious woman her whole life, but could she be so gracious as to forgive such an unforgivable hurt? She used to be sassy, but sweet. She was adventurous but homely. She was wild at heart, but a flower in her mind.

She had everything he wanted and more, so why did things go so horribly wrong?

Thing is, everyone warns you of drug dealing, gun-wielding maniacs, but no one ever says anything about silver tongue guys with pretty brown eyes and empty promises.

“I’ve got something to calm you down.” Edward strolled over to the right side of her bed just as his studies always taught him to. A single glance at her face told him enough of her inner demons and the war she waged with them. He was confused when he met her, but with this little bit of information he received, Edward found himself bound to her by pure human understanding and a little more of admiration once she spoke up.

“I don’t want them to die. I wanna carry my babies to full term. I want to mother them.” While she looked frail and weak, her voice was filled with stern resolution and unimaginable strength. She looked like a lioness ready to die to protect her cubs.

Edward pursed his lips as he got to work with her I.V., pushing the medicine in. He knew he’d be the one to care for her and the babies for the next seven months and while he was terrified before, Edward was certain he’d do well. He would make sure it’s a smooth ride. As smooth as it can be.

“It’s okay. You rest and I’ll be here.” He reassured her, his left hand moving the hair out her face as she smiled meekly. Allowing himself the freedom to caress her cheek with his knuckle, Edward smiled too. His shift was over and he had plans for the night, but he couldn’t imagine leaving her just yet. She needed someone and he wouldn’t let her soon to be ex-husband be that person. She didn’t have to know of his little sacrifice. He’d do it for any patient, or so he told himself.

While Y/N drifted off to sleep, doctor Edward in a chair by her side, Ethan was ready to blow in the waiting room.

“Fuck this.” He threw his hand in the air in frustration, striding to the nurse’s station once more. “I want to see my wife.” He tried to keep his voice leveled and his words appropriate, but just the thought of her being inside, alone, not only hurt but pregnant with his child - it was enough to drive him insane. Not that he was far from the edge before, but she wouldn’t understand. No one would.

“Since it’s evident this family matter is complicated, the patient can decide if she wants to see you or not and while we would already ask by now, we can’t upset her with your presence or even the notion of it.” Nurse Jackie explained as calmly as possible, aware she should keep her nose out of this particular business unlike doctor Henstridge who seems to not care about the line drawn in this case.

“I won’t leave until I see her. Besides, she has no family in this state but mine and me. Someone has to take her home and it’s going to be me.” Ethan narrowed his eyes at the nurse who ignored his rant, turning around to hide his rage from the woman. He was on the verge of punching a wall, feeling miserable and helpless. There were so many things he had wanted to talk to her about and it wasn’t just about today. Hell, had she been willing to listen, a lot of things that happened wouldn’t and maybe they wouldn’t be at war with each other. She always told him to be honest, so he was always honest. Ethan never realized his honesty would destroy them in the long run.

As he took his seat in the waiting room once again, his phone rang.

“Ethan where are you?” Bianca sounded angry and he really wasn’t in the mood to deal with this. He needed to stop and distance himself. He needed time and space to deal with issues he hadn’t yet dealt with.

“At the hospital. Y/N is going to stay overnight and I’m waiting to see her.” He didn’t bother hiding anything. He didn’t want to. While Bianca was the jealous type, he didn’t care if this sparked a fight. He was tired of being a warrior with his wife and agreeable with Bianca.

“Your ex? Seriously? You stood me up and I was really looking forward to this.” A pause ensued, one that made Ethan run a hand through his hair before bringing it back to his face as if to hide from his problems.

“You told me your marriage was over.” Ethan scoffed, deciding to be as honest with Bianca as he was with Y/N.

“It isn’t. It never will be for me. Okay? That what you wanted to hear? Because I love her. I always will. I thought I felt the same for you but now I see it can’t compare. Not even close. It never could. It was a childish dream I wanted to see come true and in the process I fucked up everything. And for what? I can’t even have sex with you because all I see is her. I can’t look at you without wishing you were her. I can’t listen to you because I hear her. Okay? I made a mistake and I’m sorry you got dragged into this and I will understand if you quit your job, but I can’t be anything more than your boss. You’re an amazing woman, but you’re not meant for me.” Hanging up the phone, Ethan felt free. He felt lighter and he felt resolute. For the first time ever he understood his reasoning and he hated himself for it. Even more than before which he thought would be impossible, but there he was - finding new limits of self-hate.

In that moment he had made a conscious choice to be better – to do better. If he wanted to make amends and built the trust he had destroyed, Ethan had to man up. He had to find a way to talk to Y/N, his wife, his soulmate, his biggest heartache.

But first, he needed help. And it wasn’t any kind of help.

Ethan had felt himself slipping back into the darkness he was consumed by when his father had passed. He felt his mind alter. It wasn’t the first time he noticed himself change, but he finally admitted it. He had to face his demons eventually. He had to look them in the eye and fight them off. He was a husband to a perfect woman and he let his depression take over and he pushed her aside for something that made him feel. Bianca made him feel something, and in that moment he thought something would be better than nothing – than admitting he was losing it once again.

Y/N had never seen him depressed before. In fact, he met her after finally winning the first battle against it – against his own mind. And he loved her – he always did, but for a moment his judgment was clouded and he needed to find an out. He couldn’t tell her what’s in his mind. Ethan thought himself to be weak, unworthy of her and all she offered him, because had he deserved it his depression wouldn’t have returned. Had he deserved her, he wouldn’t be feeling anything for someone else. This depression he faced felt like an ocean, yet not the ones full of life and color. His ocean is a million shades of grey the same as those old-fashioned photographs.

Bianca was a light shade of grey, bringing about the memories of her bad-girl vibe he always chased. Her smart mouth always got her into trouble in school and she was always in detention despite her good grades. Ethan never understood why she couldn’t keep quiet, especially with the teachers, but he absolutely loved how she’d sass them. She could make anyone lose their wits and he never found any quality sexier.

She was a light shade and he thought she would give him some color back, but she didn’t.

What returned the color was Y/N’s blood on his hands, her hate for him, her pain and his never-ending guilt and regret. Colors were returning to him, too slowly, but the incident had brought them all back in an instant and he could finally face himself. He could face what he had done and he could think clearly for the first time in months. It’s what had brought all of his walls into a crumbling state, one he didn’t know how to escape.

If anything, he was right about Y/N needing someone better than him. Someone who would love her and cherish her and put her first no matter who gets in the way. Ethan was that man. He was the person who cherished her with everything inside him. He was the man who longed to be beside her, to hold her and protect her. Somewhere along the way, he lost himself. Regardless, Ethan hoped to be that man once again.

Picking up his phone, he dialed his old psychiatrist’s number, determined to fix himself and hopefully fix his marriage as well – not just because he would be a father, but because he owed it to himself and his Y/N to try.

“Hi. This is Ethan Dolan.” Ethan paused, forcing the words to come out. In order to start getting better, he’d have to make the first step and that’s to admit when he needs treatment. He couldn’t run from his problems any longer. Ethan was ready to step into the light, even if it hurt like a bitch. He had to stop spending most of his time feeling numb and let the pain in.

“I, uh, don’t know if you remember me, but I was once your patient and I desperately need your help.”

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Best Part of Me -Chapter 60

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When she finally wakes, it's with sunshine streaming through the bedroom windows and the digital bedside clock advertising that it’s 10:35. The latter nearly sends her into a blind panic; bolting into a sitting position, eyes still blurry from sleep and her brain groggy as it tries to orientate itself with the unfamiliar surroundings. Momentarily oblivious to the fact that she isn’t at home. Briefly not only forgetting that she’s actually thousands of miles away, but just WHY she is.

She’d spent the last nine hours in a deep and peaceful slumber; a feat she hasn’t managed to achieve once in the past six years. Worn out not just from the lack of adequate rest over the course of the last month and a half or from the gruelling twelve hour flight from Australia, but the hours after the conversation with Tyler that she’d spent dwelling over the pain and the worry that not only tinged his words, but dripped from his voice. He’d never admit just how things are; preferring to suffer in silence under the misconception that he's somehow a burden. It’s a hard habit to break someone of, if not entirely impossible. She’s been working at it for almost seven years now; attempting to not only break down that final barrier he’d long ago built up around himself, but convince him that the second they decided to have a life together, his issues and problems stopped belonging to JUST him. But he’s ferociously stubborn, and years of being raised in an abusive home by an extremely toxic and volatile man, followed by military life, has done a lot of damage. The last effects and scars from physical injuries left behind, but the deepest and most painful wounds festering just under the surface.

She casts a furtive glance towards the cradle at the side of the bed; appreciative of the fully furnished and exquisitely decorated nursery that Anil had provided, but needing the baby as close as possible, at least for the few nights. And her eyes widen and her heart immediately begins thundering in her chest when she finds Addie’s bed empty; devoid of even the stuffed koala -which had once belonged to Millie when she was just newly born- that had been tucked into the corner of the cradle. And she’s ready to toss off the blankets and jump out of bed when a tiny voice pipes up from beside her and puts her worst fears to rest.

“She’s downstairs. With Prisha.”

Esme frowns. “Who’s Prisha?”

Tanner shrugs. “I dunno. I think she’s a nanny or something. But she’s old. Like grandma and Nana Bonnie. Why are there so many people living here? Why do they all do so much work? They clean, they cook, they watch kids. At home, you and daddy do all that stuff.”

“Because Anil has a lot more money than we do and he’s so busy, that he needs to have people taking care of things around the house. Which is bigger than ours. WAY bigger. And when you have a place that’s this big, you need help keeping up with it.”

“Our house is big.”

“By most peoples’ standards. But compared to THIS house, it’s tiny.”

Tanner shrugs. “I like our better, anyway.”

“You don’t like it here? I thought you’d find it pretty cool. TWO pools, a home theatre, all kinds of awesome animals…”

“I like home better. Because it’s home. Because all our stuff is there. I don’t want new stuff, I want OUR stuff. And the beach is there and the smell of the water and the sound of the waves and none of that is here.”

“And it will all still be there when we get back,” she assures him.

“What if we never go back? What if we have to stay here? I don’t wanna stay here. I wanna go back to our house. I wanna go back to our furniture and eating OUR food and sharing a room with TJ. I don’t like not sleeping with him. I’ve always shared a room with him. And I was with him in your tummy too.”

Esme lies back down and rolls onto her side, watching him. One his stomach beside her, knees bent and his bare feet slowly kicking back and forth. Brow furrowed in concentration as he uses a pencil to carefully circle things and fill in blank spaces in the workbook open in front of him. And she reaches out and pushes his hair out of his eyes and off his forehead, then runs a fingertip down the bridge of her nose and taps it against the tip.

“Anyone ever tell you that you’re really cute?” she asks,

“There’s a couple girls in my class that say it all the time.”

"Really?"

He nods. “But I told them I can only be friends because I don’t like girls in THAT way yet. I told them I only love one girl, and that’s mommy.”

“No wonder you’re my favorite. Sweet talking me like that. What are you doing?”

“Homework.”

“Why?”

“‘Cause I want to.”

“Let me see…” she pulls back the corner of the cover to read the title. “Where did you get this? It’s for kids in grade three.”

“Daddy bought it for me the last time we were in town. ‘Cause he said the stuff at school is way too easy for me”

“And you actually understand what you’re reading?”

“Ummm...yeah…” Tanner gives a heavy sigh and a roll of his eyes. “...of course I do! I’m not stupid. Besides, daddy made me read some to him and made me answer some of the questions before he’d buy it. He said I have a huge brain pan, whatever that means.”

“You honestly can read it and understand it?”

“Mommy, I’m smart like you. Just ‘cause Millie and TJ as dumb, doesn’t mean I am,”

“Okay first off, that’s a little harsh. You brother and sister are not dumb. Far from it. But you? You’re insanely smart. Scary smart. You’re also very grumpy this morning.”

“I’m not grumpy.”

“You ARE. And I have seen that exact frown and those lines in your forehead and those serious eyes a thousand times. You are sounding and looking more like your daddy every day. He gets that same look on his face when he’s grumpy. And what are you wearing?” She tugs at the sleeve of the black and gray Emery t-shirt he sports; miles too big on his slight frame.

“It’s daddy’s. I asked him if I could have one of his shirts before he left and he picked this one and packed it in my bag for me. I wanted something that smells like him ‘cause it helps not miss him so much.”

Tears sparkle in her eyes. That honesty; so pure and so innocent. A little boy that possesses such huge emotions and loves so fiercely. “Oh little nugget…” she tousles his hair. “...you have such a big, sensitive heart. Come here; let me make it so it fits better.”

She gathers him into her arms and rolls onto her back, and he sits crossed legged on her stomach while she gathers the bottom of the shirt and draws it around his waist; securing it in a knot before doing the same with each shoulder. “We’ll have to buy daddy a new shirt. Something tells me you won’t give him this one back.”

“Imma keep it,” Tanner says, then wraps both arms around her neck and stretches his legs out; pressing himself tightly against her, face nestled against the side of her neck, feeling the soft tickle of those ridiculously long lashes against her skin when he closes his eyes.

Despite how much he hates hearing it, he IS still so very little. Four inches shorter than his brother and at least fifteen pounds lighter; limbs not as long and shoulders much more narrow. But it makes for good cuddles, and she can still pick him up relatively effortlessly and carry him if she has to. And his personality matches his appearance. Softer and more tender hearted than his twin; affection and loving and breathtakingly sensitive and heartbreakingly wise. An old soul in such a little boy. And while TJ is rough and wild and carefree, Tanner is more cautious. Wary, almost. Fiercely protective of his own self. And her own eyes close when she wraps both arms around his slender body and drops a kiss on the top of his head.

“I don’t want to be the little one,” he laments.

“Where did THAT come from?”

“I want to be the big one. I want to be tall and strong. Like daddy. How come I have to be the small one?”

“You’ve always been small, nugget. Even when you were a baby. There’s nothing wrong with being small. I’m small.”

“But you’re a girl. How come I had to be the sick one?”

“It’s just the way it worked out. Sometimes things go wrong when mommies are having babies. And we didn’t know you’d be sick; it just happened. You guys were born too early and you ended up being the much smaller one.”

“And why couldn’t I come out first? I wanna be named after daddy.”

“What does it matter?”

“‘Cause it does. I want daddy’s name. It’s a good name.”

“You don’t like being named Tanner?”

“I’d rather be named Tyler.”

“I have a secret to tell you,” Esme says. “But you have to promise to never tell your brother. Because it would hurt his feelings and we don’t want that, right?”

Tanner nods.

“When you were in my tummy? When daddy and I found out it was two babies and not just one? We decided that I’d pick one name and he’d picked the other. So when we found out we were having two boys, I said I would name the first that came out and daddy would name the next one. And I decided that I wanted the first to be named Tyler.”

“It was your idea?”

“Yep.” She combs her fingers through his hair and presses a kiss to his forehead. “Daddy didn’t want either of you named after him, but I got my way. And he picked the name Tanner. So you know what that means? You have the name you do because that’s what daddy chose. He wanted you to be named Tanner.”

He raises his head to look at her. “Really?”

“Really. He picked your name. That’s how much he liked it. That’s what he wanted you to be named. And you know what else? You were so sick when you were born, that daddy was the only person allowed to hold you before they took you to take care of you. And he stayed with you for two whole days in the NICU. He slept in a chair beside your bed and he never left; he didn’t want you to be alone and I was too sick too and I wasn’t allowed to see you yet. So it was just you and daddy for a whole forty eight hours.”

“Just us?”

“Just the two of you. And you remember what the doctor told us to do with Addie? When you place her against bare skin? Do you remember? What animal is it named after?”

“A kangaroo. Kangaroo care.”

“That’s it. Well daddy got to that with you, too. Even though you were hooked up to all kinds of wires and tubes, he still got to hold you like that. And the nurses said that was the only time you were nice and calm and never cried.”

“Never?”

“Never. And daddy was really, really sad. Because he was so worried about you. But stayed there with you the whole time because he already loved you THAT much, and he would have stayed even longer, but someone needed to take care of Millie and TJ and I wanted to spend time with you. But see? Daddy’s always loved you. IT doesn’t matter how small you are or what your name is. He still helped make you. And that’s what matters, right?”

Tanner nods.

“He loves you so much, nugget. Right from the beginning. Right back to when you were still in my tummy and he used to talk to you guys and you’d both kick like crazy whenever you heard his voice. And you were strong even then. You kicked HARD.”

“I did?”

“Daddy would always say that you were going to be a professional soccer player. Or an MMA fighter. That’s how hard you kicked! And you’re still strong; even stronger than your brother. You’re small, but you’re mighty.”

“Like you. And Addie.”

“Well maybe not THAT small. But you’re probably going to have a growth spurt when you’re fifteen and end up as tall as daddy. I want you to stay small, though. It’s easier to cuddle you. I LIKE cuddling you. What if you grow big and strong and you don’t want to cuddle me anymore?”

“I will always want to cuddle with you. You’re my mommy. No one gives better cuddles than mommy. No one.”

“So when you are six foot five and weight two hundred pounds and you ARE a bad ass MMA fighter, you’re still going to want to cuddle mommy?”

“Always,” he promises, and presses a kiss to her lips before settling his face against the side of her neck once more.

“Is everyone else downstairs too?” Esme asks.

Tanner nods.

“How come you’re not down there?”

“I was. But I left and came back upstairs.”

“Why?”

Because Anil is trying to be daddy and I don’t like it.”

She frowns. “Trying to be daddy? How…?”

“He made breakfast for us. But nowhere near as good as daddy’s. And he let us sit outside while we ate and he told us cool stories and talked all about the animals he has and told us we could go swimming later. All the stuff daddy does with us, but not as fun. With daddy it’s different. It’s more fun. We get to go surfing and we walk on the beach and collect rocks and shells and stuff. And he’s nice and all that, but he is NOT daddy and I don’t like that he’s trying to be.”

“I don’t think he…”

“I don’t want him taking daddy’s place. I don’t want him thinking he can steal you away from daddy. ‘Cause I like him and all that, I don’t want him to be my dad. I already have a dad and he’s the best dad ever, so…”

“Okay, you know what, nugget? You and I need to have a talk. Sit up. I want you to look at me when I talk to you, alright?”

Tanner nods, then sits up and settles himself between her splayed thighs when she does the same.

“Now listen to me, alright?” She pushes his hair off his forehead, then places her hands on his shoulders. “No one is taking daddy’s place. Because for that to happen, I’d have to be okay with it. And that’s something I will never…ever...be okay with. I don’t want anyone taking his place. Because you know what, your daddy is perfect the way he is. He’s perfect for me and you guys and...”

“But if he dies…”

“Tanner, listen to me. He is NOT going to die. And even if he did...and that’s a huge if...I still wouldn’t be okay with someone taking his place. No one could ever do that. If something happened to him, it would me and your brothers and sisters. That’s it. Understand?”

He nods.

“Your daddy is way more than just your daddy. He’s my husband AND he’s my best friend. And I love him more than I even love myself. And there’s no one earth that could take his place.”

“Ever?”

“Ever. Anil is NOT trying to be your dad. He’s not trying to take anyone’s place. He’s a friend of daddy’s and he promised daddy that he’d give us a nice, safe place to stay while he works. And it’s a really awesome place isn’t it.”

Tanner nods.

“Daddy trusts Anil to look after us because he can’t right now. Anil’s just trying to make this easier on your guys. Because he knows how sad you all are and how hard it is to be away from home and away from daddy. He’s just being nice and trying to make us feel comfortable and welcome. That’s it. Understand what I’m saying?”

“I understand.”

“So stop worrying so much about all this other stuff, okay? Daddy’s not going to die, no one is going to take his place, and eventually we’ll all get to go home. You believe me, right?”

“I believe you, mommy. But I still don’t want to go downstairs without you. It’s bad enough I can’t do things with daddy. I don’t want to do things with you EITHER.”

“Well can I least go pee and put on something other than pjs first?”

“I suppose.”

“You suppose, do you?” She smothers his face with kisses until he’s shrieking and giggling, then tousles his hair. “You want to call daddy? I told him I’d call when I got up. You want to talk to him first?”

Tanner nods enthusiastically, then scrambles across the bed on his hands and knees to retrieve her phone from the night table. “Can I dial it?”

“You know his number?”

“Mom, I know how to get into your contacts. I’m five. I know this stuff.”

“You are way too smart for your own good,” she declares, then presses a kiss to his temple as he settles himself between her legs, back against her stomach.

****

Tyler excuses himself from the team briefing when his cell phone vibrates against the tabletop and his wife's name appears on the screen. When she’d promised to call when she woke up, he’d expected it to be a lot sooner; mornings come quick with five, especially with an infant. With the lingering uneasiness from last night’s confession and subsequent conversation, it had been easy to let his paranoia and worst fears get the better of him; growing more and more concerned with each passing minute, yet resisting the urge to call incessantly and left umpteen messages. He’d KNOW if something was wrong. Nik is there. Anil had even gone personally to make sure that everyone is settled and comfortable and being treated well and to check that things are running smoothly. Had something gone down...IF they were in any danger...he’d be the first one to find out.

He snags his half full take out cup of coffee from the table before heading into the central courtyard; blinking against the harsh, brilliant sun, and groaning inwardly when two of Anil’s people -heavily armed- followed closely behind. None of the rooms that overlook the area have balconies OR windows that open; the only real threat could come from the roof, and that’s sixteen floors above and Anil has even more guards stationed up there. And he grimaces as he takes a seat on one of the concrete benches; an ache across the small of his back and stiffness in his knee.

Nothing a couple of hours in the gym won’t solve; working up a sweat and getting all the kinks out.

“Hey,” he says as he answers the call. “You sleep in or something? ‘Cause…”

“Hi daddy!” Tanner cheerfully greets, and a smile immediately plays on his lips. Six months ago he would never have been able to tell the twins apart on the phone. Now it’s more than obvious who is who; Tanner’s accent coming in much thicker and more pronounced.

“Hey, mate. What’s going on? What’cha up to?”

“Mommy said I could call you. Are you busy?”

“I’m never busy when it comes to you.”

“You’re not beating up any bad guys?”

“Not yet. Later. Once you go to bed. You okay? Sleep alright?”

“Not really,” Tanner admits. “I didn’t like sleeping without Teej. The room is nice and all that and the bed is huge, but I’ve been with Teej for forever. Even when we were in mommy’s tummy. I don’t like being without him. I can’t sleep proper.”

“Well maybe tonight, just go in and sleep with him in his bed,” Tyler suggests. “He won’t admit it. But he’s probably missing you too. He’s used to you always being around. You having fun? What’s the house like?”

“Alright, I suppose.”

“Just alright? Your mom made it sound pretty awesome. Lots of cool stuff to do there, yeah?”

“I guess. I don’t know. I miss home. I miss our stuff. I miss the beach. I miss you making breakfast and waiting for the school bus with us.”

“When this is all over, we can go back to all that stuff.”

“How long?” Tanner asks. “Until it’s over?”

“I don’t know, mate. Not too long I hope.”

“We don’t have to stay here forever, do we? I don’t want to stay here forever. It’s nice and all that not, but it’s not as nice as home. Everything I know is at home. I don’t know any of this stuff. And there’s too many people here. I don’t like lots of people around.”

“I know it sucks to be away from home, but I need you to do me a favor. I need you to at least give the place a chance. I know you miss home. I miss it too. But this will all go a lot faster and easier if you try to enjoy it. Can you do that? For me? At least try?”

“Just for you,” Tanner promises. “And I don’t want another dad.”

Tyler laughs, coffee cup poised against his lips. “What?”

“I don’t want another dad,” his son repeats. “Anil’s a nice guy, but I don’t want him as my new dad.”

“Tanner,” Esme sighs in the background. “We talked about this. Stop.”

“I’m telling daddy about it. He should know if someone is trying to take his place.”

“No one is trying to take his place. We JUST talked about this.”

“Anil is trying to be you,” Tanner explains. “Not you, exactly. But a daddy. He’s trying to be a daddy. MY daddy. And I don’t like it. I already have a dad. I don’t need another one. Can I come stay with you wherever you are?”

“I don’t think he’s trying to do that,” Tyler says. “I think he’s just trying to be nice.”

“What if he tries to steal mommy from you?”

“Well if he wants her that bad…”

“I can hear you,” Esme pipes up. “He has you on speaker phone.”

“No one is going to steal your mom away,” Tyler assures his son. “Or even try. Especially if they know what’s good for them.””

“You’ll beat them up?”

“I was thinking they wouldn’t be able to handle her cooking. But if you rather I beat them up…”

“You’re both on my shit list,” Esme declares.

“Anil isn’t trying to be your dad,” Tyler says. “He’s trying to be dad like, but not A dad. Know what I mean?”

“Not really,” Tanner admits.

“He’s trying to do things for you guys that a dad would do. So you’ll be comfortable there. So you’ll be happy. That’s all. He’s not trying to be your dad or take my place. And unless your mom is planning on getting rid of me, you’re kind of stuck with me.”

“But what if you die?”

“Tanner!” Esme scolds. “What’s wrong with you?”

“It’s a valid question, mom. What if daddy dies? Then what? Then I have no dad.”

“Well then your mom would have to find you a new one, I guess,” Tyler tells him.

“No frigging way! I’d rather no dad than a new one. I don’t want some shitty new dad.”

He can’t help but chuckle. “How about you stop worrying about this kind of stuff? You’re five. You’re way too young for gray hair and an ulcer.”

“I can’t help it,” Tanner laments. “It’s how my brain works. I worry. It’s what I do.”

“You sounded so much like your mom just then. Why don’t go and be a kid? Go swimming. Watch a movie. Go see the animals. There’s all kinds of stuff to do there. Go do one of them.”

“Nothing’s fun without you, though. It’s boring. You do cool stuff with us and now it’s boring as shit!”

“What did I say about giving things a chance?”

Tanner sighs. “Fine. I’ll try. But I’ll hate every second.”

“You’ll be saying that same thing when you’re older and you have to work for a living.”

“Not if I do your job. I’d like to beat up bad people.”

“Well there’s more to it than that and I’d rather you NOT do it. For now, you’re only five. Be a five year old, yeah? Leave worrying about adult shit to actual adults, hear me?”

“I hear you. And I miss you.”

“I miss you, too. Let me talk to your mom, okay? You go be a kid. I love you.”

“I love you, daddy. Will you call me later? Before you go beat up the bad guys?”

“I promise I’ll call you. Try and have fun. Please?”

“I’ll try. But it won’t happen…”

“Tanner…”

“I’m nothing if not honest.”

“You’re grumpy is what you are. I’m serious; be a kid. Leave adult stuff to adults. Try to have fun. I’ll see you in a few days, alright?”

“Can you stay when you come? Even just for a couple of days?”

“I can’t. I want to. But I can’t.”

“Just for ONE day?”

“Not even for one day,” he reluctantly admits.

“Can you stay overnight at least? Then you can make breakfast in the morning before you go?”

“I’ll see, okay? I’ll find out if I can. I’m not making any promises, though. But I’ll find it. Let me talk to mommy. And NOT on speaker phone.”

“She’s in trouble, isn’t she.”

“You’re trouble, you know that?”

“What are you talking about? I’m the good one.”

Tyler smirks. “Tell that to the fifteen bucks you scammed out of me.”

“Listen, I did that fair and square. Not my fault you fell for it.” His giggling stops and he turns seriously once again. “I miss you, daddy. My heart is sad.”

“Mine is too, mate. But I’ll see you soon. I promise. Now let me talk to your mom and you go be a kid.”

“Fine.” Tanner huffs. “But I still don’t want another dad.”

“Go downstairs,” Esme gently orders. “And be nice. Quit being such a grump. And don’t give me that look because I don’t put up with it from your father and I sure as hell won’t put up with it from a five year old. Just go. I’ll be down in a minute. I swear…” she sighs into the phone. “...he is five going on fifteen. Hi, by the way. I miss you.”

“I miss you, too. And what the hell is going on over there that he’s got it in his head that he’s getting a new dad?”

“Nothing. Nothing is going on. I haven’t even been downstairs yet. I don’t even know where downstairs is and if I can’t find it. I need a map or a GPS to locate the kitchen. And you know what Tanner is like. He worries about things that aren’t even happening and probably never will. He IS going to give himself an ulcer. And you say he’s not like you?”

He sips his coffee. “What about the other ones?”

“They’re fine. I mean, as fine as they can be. They’re at least embracing the whole thing and making the best of it. But I don’t know how much of this I can take. All these people around; maid and cooks and nannies and all that shit. I woke up this morning and Addie was gone. I almost had a stroke. I guess one of the nannies came in and got her.”

“It’s what he’s hired all these people to do,” Tyler reasons. “To take care of you guys.”

“She could have at least said she was taking her instead of just coming in and doing it. And I don’t need people watching my kids. This isn’t my first baby; I’ve taken care of four other ones, including two at once. It’s just weird. I don’t know how people live like this.”

“And you call Tanner grumpy?” he chides.

“I don’t like strangers just up and taking my children. I’m used to it being us. Not twenty different people I can’t even communicate with. And I’m sorry; I didn’t call to bitch at you, I swear.”

“I’m used to it. It’s been seven years. Nothing new to me.”

“You're such a smart ass,” she mutters, then turns serious. “Are you okay? Did the night get any better?”

“A little.” He won’t tell her about the bottle of whisky he’d polished off, or how guilty he feels about it now. Some things are better left unsaid.

“Do you want me to come there?” Esme asks. “I could stay for a couple of days. Just to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m fine,” he insists.

“That’s horseshit and you know it. If you want me to come…”

“It’s not that I DON’T want you to. It's that I also want you to say with kids. Where I know you’re safe.”

“I’m safer with you. I trust you. These people are strangers and I can’t just blindly trust them. I at least know...one hundred percent...that I’m safe with you.”

“They’re not all strangers,” he argues. “Nik’s there.”

“Nik isn’t you. Seriously, if you want me there…”

“I do. You have no idea how much. But I want you to stay with the kids. MY kids. Bad enough I’m gone; they don’t need the two of us taking off.”

“And you’re going back out tonight?”

“Yeah,”

“Alone?”

“Don’t start.”

“How dangerous is it? Is it something you should be doing alone?”

“On a scale of one to ten? Maybe a three.”

“I don’t trust your scale. What you can handle and what a normal person can handle are two entirely different things. How many people this time?”

“Four.”

“Four? By yourself? Tyler, what the fuck?”

“It’s not hands on. Sniper work. It’ll be easy. Four shots and I’m done. Nothing to worry about.”

Esme sighs heavily. “I think you just gave me a hundred more gray hairs. This is insane. Four people? By yourself?”

“I just told you…”

“I know what you told me. I think it’s too much. Even for you. Take someone with you. Please? For my own peace of mind.”

“Esme…”

“Tyler…”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

“Now is NOT the time to be stubborn. I’m just worried. You know that.”

“I do know that.”

“And I know that you won’t take anyone with you. Just be careful, okay? These people are smart. And that makes them even more dangerous. Just be careful and be safe, okay?”

“I will,” he promises. “I gotta go. I walked out in the middle of a team meeting.”

“You could have just said that at the beginning and you could have called me back.”

“You’re more important than any meeting. And I needed to talk to you. To hear your voice.”

“I needed that too,” she admits. “Maybe later you can phone and I can hear it again. This time saying more ADULT stuff.”

Tyler grins. “I could do that.”

“Oh I know you can. I know the filth that is capable of coming out of your mouth. I better go; before Tanner starts planning my wedding to Anil.”

“Well he could give you a better wedding than I gave you” Tyler reasons.

“Ours was perfect. It was small and it was quaint and it was very us. I love you. We’ll talk later.”

“Yeah, we will. And I love you, too.”

“Be safe. Call me as soon as soon as it’s done. So I know you’re okay.”

“I will,” he promises. “Let me know where you’re registered so I can get you and your second husband a wedding gift.”

“You’re not funny. In the slightest.

“That’s ‘cause I’m fucking hilarious.”

“In your own mind, maybe. Talk later.”

“For sure,” he says, then presses end on the phone. And he sits there for several minutes; eyes fixated on the blackened screen of the cell clutched tightly in his hand. Attempting to control the profound ache that settles deep in his chest. That overwhelming loneliness. And impending sense of doom.

#tyler rake #tyler rake fan fic #tyler rake fan fiction #extraction #best part of me #chris hemsworth character

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scornedlove · 4 years

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Chapter Twenty-Seven

CHRIS

A couple of weeks had gone by since I promised myself I’d give Tae some space. It was disappointing that she’d only hit me up once since then, especially after I revealed so much to her the last time she was here. I really opened up to her in hopes of gaining her trust, maybe that’s why I’ve been buggin. Without her conversation, it’s hard to keep my mind off of Robyn. The last time I saw Robyn, she not only looked like a stranger, but she treated me like one too. Between her and Tae, my heart was torn and it was all too much to deal with.

Every time I felt myself getting in my feelings, I’d hit the studio, blast some music, and paint. It was like having a therapy session, which is how I was spending my Friday afternoon. I was in my zone, finishing up my third project this week when Taylor called, inviting me to go riding with him.

“Hell yeah! I had fun last time, but I wanna take it out where I can really put some gas to it.” I suggested, jumping at the chance to borrow his motorcycle again.

“Alright, I got you. I know just the place.” he promised, before we hung up. I finished the painting I was working on and stepped back to look at the finished product.

Diamond always gave the cutest pouty face when I wasn’t moving fast enough for her. I couldn’t get it out of my head, so I put it in paint. I snapped a picture of it and sent it to Tae before leaving, hoping that would put me on her mind.

“This chick wants me to meet her at the A for some drinks” Taylor announced when I got to his place.

“When ya’ll planning on doing that?”

“Right now, I told her 8. ″

“Then why you ask me to ride with you?” I asked, noticing it was fifteen til. “I’m not trying to be the third wheel”

“You won’t be. She’s bringing her roommate, so I told her I’d bring my brother” he added, with a smirk.

“I’m not going on a double date with you man, you know I got a girl.”

“It ain’t a date, unless you want it to be. I know that long distance shit ain’t gonna last too long.”

“Shut up fool. As long as you don’t get me in no shit, it’ll last as long as I want it to.”

“We’re just gonna hang for a bit, then take em on a ride. The ladies love that shit and I’m tryna get some ass tonight.”

“Well I’m not-”

“-Stop being a tight fuck. It ain’t all about them, come chill with ya bro.”

“Alright man, but don’t be mad if they both feeling me and you end up coming home empty handed” I teased as he tossed me the keys to his Harley.

We arrived twenty minutes later than expected due to traffic, but the girls still hadn’t made it. We found a spot at the bar, ordered a couple of beers, and watched the Saints play the Falcons while we waited.

“It’s looking like you got stood up lil bro” I stated when I noticed it was nine and still no sign of the chick he described.

“There she goes” he nodded towards the door when a familiar, dark skinned woman walked in. “She bad ain’t she?”

“Oh, hell naw. I heard this bitch was fuckin with Anthony a couple of weeks ago. You need to be caref-”

“Fuck Anthony. That’s yo homeboy. Besides, I’m always careful.” he stated, gulping down the rest of his beer before standing to greet Kiki.

“Small world. I would’ve never guessed y'all were brothers. Ryan gonna be shocked as fuck.” she cackled, getting comfortable next to Taylor as Ryan walked in. She was on the phone, eyes fixated on Kiki as she strutted past a couple of guys checking her out. She didn’t even notice me until she ended her call, a couple feet in front of me.

“Hey” she smiled, surprised to see me. “When Kiki told me she set me up on a blind date I was nervous as hell”

“Oh, this ain’t that.” I explained, tossing back the rest of my beer. She rolled her eyes at my bluntness and sat on the stool in between me and Kiki.

“Obviously, you shut that shit down already. I’m just glad you’re not some fucking weirdo.” she admitted and I couldn’t help but burst out in laughter.

“I see ya’ll are on good terms again” I nodded towards Kiki, who was cheesing like a schoolgirl while Taylor whispered in her ear. “I’m glad I didn’t get involved in that”

“Yeah, it didn’t take long for Anthony to hop on the next bitch” she shrugged nonchalantly. “How do you even know him? He doesn’t seem like someone you would associate with.”

“Shit, we go way back. He’s changed for the worse, that’s for damn sure. ”

“Well, at least one good thing came from him”

“What’s that?”

“He’s got some good connects. He introduced me to a DJ who’s been working with me on a couple of songs, even helped me land a couple of gigs when we were on good terms.”

“Good. Sounds like things are looking up for you.”

“You have no idea. I’ve been crazy busy. Matter of fact, I’m performing for this charity event in a few weeks, you should come.”

“Oh yeah? Send me the info. This is a crazy time for me too, but I should be able to work it in”

“Alright, but let me know either way. Don’t just leave me hanging.” she replied, before getting the bartender’s attention. They ordered margaritas and we settled on one more beer while we watched a little more of the football game. I wasn’t interested in the game, or getting drunk. I was ready for the adrenaline rush from flying through traffic, so after the ladies finished their drinks, we hit the road.

It didn’t take long for me to regret agreeing to do this with the girls. I’ve been abstinent for a solid five months now, and I haven’t seen Tae in over a month. Having Ryan’s double D’s on my back and arms wrapped around my waist had my man standing tall. I did my best to keep it to myself, but she got a couple of feels in.

Nevertheless, we rode across the Pacific Coast Highway to the infamous Neptune’s net, where we hung out for a little while, had dinner, and smoked a blunt by the beach, before heading back to the city. That’s when I realized those couple of feels weren’t an accident, they were intentional. I don’t know if it was because she was tipsy, but Ryan couldn’t keep her hands to herself. I was cool about it the first time, but then she slipped her hands in my pants while I was driving, and I damn near wrecked trying to pull over.

"If you want to make it home without having to find another way, you gonna have to keep your hands above my waist”

“Were you feeling violated? Because it looks like you were enjoying it.”

“Fuck that. I’m tryna keep shit platonic between us, but if you can’t handle that we can’t do this anymore. I’ll find you a ride, but I’m not doing this with you”

“Fine. I’ll stop.” she stated, throwing her hands up in defeat. She behaved the rest of the ride, but when we made it to her place, she invited me in and was offended when I quickly declined.

“Well, you know where I am if you wanna talk or whatever” she stated before sashaying towards her front door. The deep ass swing in her hips made it evident she wanted more than a conversation.

I waited as she dug in her purse, searching for her keys until she gave up and made a call. By the look on her face as she walked towards me, I knew bad news was coming.

“Kiki has my house key and she’s not answering. Is it cool if I stay at your place tonight?”

“You gotta be kidding” I sighed in disbelief. “Ya’ll set this shit up huh?”

“Really? Don’t flatter yourself. A simple yea or no will do” she sassed, almost tripping over her own foot.

“What other choice do we have? Let’s go” I shrugged, handing her the helmet back. She was fucked up and I didn’t want to be here all night waiting for a damn key, so I decided we’d deal with it tomorrow.

ROBYN

“I can’t believe I’m doing this”

“It looks great and it’s almost done, no need to fuss now” I reassured Mel as I wrapped my arms around her for comfort.

Today I finally went through with covering the matching tattoo Chris and I’d gotten a couple of years ago on some drunk on love shit. Halfway through, I almost chickened out, so Mel made me a deal. She said she was done with tattoos before, but if I went through with this one, she’d get one of my choice blindfolded. So here we were, both with swollen hands, only mine was three times the size of hers.

“Alright, ya’ll know the drill. Keep it clean and dry.” BB, my tattoo artist, stated once he finished her design. “and you really need to baby yours Robyn, here’s some extra ointment. It should help with the pain too.”

“Awww shit! This is dope!” Mel grinned after uncovering her eyes. Capturing moments was inked flawlessly in script on the side of her left hand.The moment we were settled in the back seat of John’s ride, she snapped a pic and sent it to J.

“I’m obsessed! Girl, fucking with you, I wasn’t sure what to expect, but it’s perfect. You did good”

“Give jack he jacket! You know I don’t do you dirty!” I teased, grinning from ear to ear.

“Yeah, but you been wilding ever since that shit with Chris and Dre.”

“Bitch, you not even supposed to be saying the C word” I snapped, narrowing my eyes at her.

“Speaking of Chr- I mean C. Has he reached out to you since?” she continued, ignoring my annoyance.

“No. I guess I scared the shit outta him when I mentioned the police, but Aundre’s ass won’t stop calling”

“So you’re not talking to him either?”

“Nope. I’m taking your advice and leaving both of they asses alone.“

“We’ll see how long that lasts” she snickered, rolling her eyes, as if she knew I was to weak to go through with it. I hated when she did that.

“Don’t do that.’

"What”

“Don’t play dumb. I’m sick of that shit.”

“Chill out, it ain’t that serious”

“I am serious Mel. Don’t shoot me down like that. Not everybody got they life figured out by 24.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She quizzed, shaking her head. “I’m still figuring this shit out too. Everything ain’t smooth sailing over here either.”

“I find that hard to believe.” I scoffed, crossing my arms and wincing from the pain of brushing my freshly tatted hand against my clothes.

“I don’t complain all the time and I don’t wear that shit on my sleeve, but yeah Rob, I be going through some shit too.”

“Like?”

“Like my husband working seventy hour weeks and my married boss flirting and making passes at me all the fucking time”

“Michael?”

“Yeah, anytime we’re alone together he gets a little too close and happens to accidentally brush up against me the wrong way or says something sexually cryptic ”

“You lying! He’s fine as hell, but don’t fuck around with a married man. Matter of fact, you should just leave that job. These things always end up ugly”

“I’m not stupid, but I’m not leaving my job either.”

“Why not?”

“The amount of money I’m making with him is crazy, I ain’t gonna get that anywhere else.”

“Girl please, you have J. Who cares about the money? It ain’t worth the money, you need to quit”

“Easy for you to say. I’'m finally making good money and I’m not ready to let it go. Over a couple of ass grabs? Naw, imma milk this cow. Maybe I’ll be able to open my own shit one day.”

“Well all I gotta say is don’t slip up and lose ya husband over nothing stupid.”

“I would never jeopardize my marriage. J has made me a better person in so many ways, I’d be stupid to fuck up something this good. ”

“Fi true” I agreed, before John Legend’s All of Me started blaring from her phone.

“This my baby calling now” she gasped, a smile creeping across her face as she answered in her sexy voice. I couldn’t help but feel a little jealous as they flirted back and forth. I had to turn my attention to the starry sky in order to successfully tune her out. Instead of obsessing over my own sad love life, I looked for constellations while reminding myself of all the frogs she had to kiss in order to find her prince.

CHRIS

“CHRIS WHAT THE FUCK!” Tae’s unmistakable voice pierced my ears, snatching me from dreamland. It took a minute for it to register that she was standing right in front of me. Then I realized why she was screaming.

“Get up Ry-” I attempted to wake Ryan’s drunk ass up, but she was out cold. We passed out sitting up on the sofa watching Rush Hour, I don’t know how her head ended up on my lap. It may have looked a little bad, but Tae was definitely exaggerating.

“SO THIS IS WHAT YOU REALLY DO WHEN YOUR BY YOURSELF! I KNEW IT. YOU’RE A LIAR! ”

“BABE!” I yelled over her to get her attention. “You buggin. We’re fully clothed. Nothing happened.”

“And that makes this okay? Your fucking ex is laying in your lap!” Lose my number!” she screamed throwing my key at me and running out the house.

My mind was yelling for me to run after her, but my legs wouldn’t move. Is that really all it took for her to walk out on me again? If so, what is the point of this long distance shit? What was she even doing in Cali? I haven’t talked to her in days and she just randomly shows up to act like this. I had so many questions, but at the same time, I didn’t care for a single answer. I felt a weight lift from my shoulders as I realized something. I’m single again.

#rihanna #chris brown #ff #fanfiction #fanfic

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1-800-seo · 5 years

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domestic dad!kook

hi everyone I thought I’d post my crap here so here is my domestic dad!kook Drabble list thing?

involves: pregnancy, established relationship/marriage, kissing, hickies?, general tomfoolery, nothing major, dad!jungkook,

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* those damned blue lines

* you thought you wouldn’t see them so soon

* after all you had only been married eighteen months

* old relatives have been asking since day 1 when they’re gonna he seeing some lil jeons running around smh aunty karen

* you wondered how he would react

* he’d never shown any adverse reaction to children before but he was practically still a child himself

* the spiderman onesie you washed yesterday attests to that

* you decided to tell him at dinner

* he’d just had his first bite of tagliatelle when you accidentally blurted it out

* “IM PREGNANT”

* “what?” he replied snapping his head up with wide doe eyes

* “I-I found out this morning...I’m definitely pregnant. I know it’s soon, but we can make this work.”

* “What’re you on about? This is amazing baby, I finally get to be a dad!”

* “So you want this?”

* “Definitely, I’ve always imagined a family with you, it was just a matter of time. I’m so happy though baby, over the moon.”

* The smile on his face was beaming and the twinkle in his eye sparkled, he looked the epitome of happiness

* “I’m glad you want this then, it’ll be a wild ride but I’m glad it’s with you.”

* you reach out and squeeze his hand, as a fat tear of joy rolls down your cheek

* “I’m glad too, I know we’re young but it feels so right, so right with you.”

* he looks down, a tear dripping onto the table

* he wipes a few more and giggles

* “Tbh im surprised this didn’t happen earlier considering we go at it like rabbits”

* “KOOK” you cant help but laugh

* He is right lol

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One month 🍼

* “Where is my wife and my spawn~~~~~~”

* Jeongguk loudly sang as he burst thru the front door, arriving home from work

* “Wym spawn???“ You say as he pulls you into a bear hug and flops both of you on the couch

* “You know,, spawn, this baby, it’s my spawn hence why I’m calling it spawn like the superhero,, duh”

* he drops his hands down to your stomach and rest them their, flat palmed

* bowing his head so he is closer he says

* “I can’t wait to meet you Spawnie”

* Immediately you burst into a fit of laughter at the outrageous name

* “we CANNOT nickname our baby SPAWN, JEONGGUK”

* “Why not I think it’s well cool”

* he calmly replies proud smirk on his face

* “Is Spawn even a good guy?”

* “ummm”

* “wym ummm??”

* “well he’s kind of ambiguous in the comics”

* “OH GREAT WE HAVE A BABY NAMED SPAWN THAT IS OF AMBIGUOUS MORALITY”

* at that comment you both fell about laughing, your sides beginning to hurt at it all

* and that was how your unborn baby was nicknamed Spawn

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Three Months 🍼

* “I can’t push the trolley, I’m pregnant”

* you said matter of factly

* “oh you’re just being lazy,, I mean I’m not saying I won’t push the trolley, but you’re really pushing the boat out, baby”

* “hehehe my plan worked, you fool, you may have suspected me, however you still fell right into my trap muhahahaha”

* you dramatically laugh and put your hands on your hips like a comical villain

* so anyways you skrt skrt around the shop

* and right next to the book section is you know what

* the BABY SECTION

* so far you actually haven’t looked their yet because you don’t know the gender

* but curiosity brings you snooping in the aisles

* Jeongguk returns from the bakery section, carrying croissants and hair swept into a messy top knot

* you stare at the many many many racks of children’s clothes

* tiny baby booties

* hats that kook could only fit on his fist

* so so smol baby-grows

* “ngl I’m kinda overwhelmed”

* “how come?”

* he puts his hands round your waist and rests his head on your shoulders

* big soft comfy back hug

* “idk it’s a lot of responsibility, right? I can’t even begin to think about names never mind washing, clothing, feeding this tiny human being when it arrives”

* “baby, you have nothing to worry about, and I am positive you’re going to be the best most caring mother ever, and I have full trust in that.”

* He places a soft chaste kiss on the top of your head

* “thank you for always supporting me ggukie”

* “It’s my pleasure; we’re going to have the best baby ever, aren’t we Spawnie”

* You roll your eyes and kiss his cheek

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Four Months 🍼

* you were sat on the couch in your small apartment, small but sufficient

* Jungkook was painting the spare room and deconstructing old furniture you were selling on eBay

* You’re job was to arrange the business dealings and to look for new kid-appropriate furniture to reoccupy the spaces now blank

* It was fine by you

* saves you from getting up off the couch and getting all sweaty

* after a good few hours JK came out from the room, sweat on his brow and hungry

* hungry for something else tho 👀

* he stalks over to where you are sitting and kneels on the floor in front of your knees

* he rests his head on your lap, arms folded underneath it

* his eyes were dark, full of want

* “How’s it going baby? You tired?”

* “hmmm”

* he just stares back

* brows slightly furrowed

* soon enough he was peppering your face in warm kisses

* he flipped you over and sat you on his lap, hands resting on your waist

* his lips latched onto your neck and he sucked a flourish of purple and blue flowers under your jaw

* his lips were warm and supple on your skin

* it sent a shiver down your spine and goosebumps to your skin

* you found the hem of his black T-shirt and slid your hands under the fray

* you’re hands met the toned muscle of his stomach and the soft honey skin

* “looks like I can’t knock you up since someone already has, oh well, more fun for me”

* his hands fiddled with the fabric of your top

* you obliged and pulled it over your head

* you were met with his mouth hungrily crashing into yours as he searched for more and soon enough you were underneath him

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Six Months 🍼

* your belly was fairly noticeable by now and you couldn’t avoid the fact that you were pregnant

* people were starting to let you sit instead of them in public places

* you were getting more and more randos asking to touch your belly as well which wasn’t the greatest

* JK is always in protective dad mode™️ when this happens

* he’s ready to protect his babies

* one time when a sketchy looking old man asked to touch your belly JK immediately stood in between you and the guy

* he puffed out his chest and was hella macho

* Alpha Jungkook arises hehe

* ever since then he was more aware that people would be looking at you and more interested in you in general

* anyways

* he’s hella excited to be a dad

* his excitement is so pure and genuine it’s so sweet

* it’s like every day he gets more excited and you think by the full 9 months he’ll just be so excited he’ll be vibrating like a washing machine lol

* every night he kisses you and your baby good night

* “Night night baby jeon spawnie”

* without fail it makes you giggle

* his lil nose always brushes against your skin when he says it and it’s ticklish and comforting

* you can’t wait to meet your baby to see which of you they look like and in what ways

* will they have your double lidded eyes or his unique nose

* will they have his bunny teeth or your short stature

* either way they’ll be the most loved being in this world

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Seven Months 🍼

* it was time for the long awaited gender reveal

* you and him had decided that you would go alone to the appointment since he had work and then you would surprise Ggukie when he gets back

* you decided the way you would tell him was by dressing in either blue or pink

* you know you know,, not really breaking gender stereotypes, but it gets the idea over

* so that’s what you do

* you wear you’re best maternity day dress and do your makeup all güd

* it’s 5:30pm and he’s so excited to know

* he barges thru the door and basically and sprints to you

* he’s met with a baby blue clad wife, her hair adorned with a periwinkle ribbon

* immediately he knows and swoops you up into a bear hug

* “Jungkook? We’re going to have a little baby boy!”

* “I’m so happy! I feel like I’ve drank five red bulls,, we’re going to have a boy”

* When you pull away from the hug his cheeks have tears dripping down them and his eyes are wet

* “aww baby why’re you crying?”

* “because I’m just so happy, I can’t wait to see him, he’s going to be perfect, we’ll all be perfect”

* “you’re right kook, we’ll be perfect”

* “You don’t know how much I love you, you know?”

* that was when you started crying tears of happiness too

* youd remember this moment forever

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Eight Months 🍼

* “I think it’s time to think of some actual names”

* “yeahhh people at work keep thinking I’m actually calling the baby Spawnie and then I keep having to explain why it’s called Spawn and i don’t particularly like explaining that Spawn is a play on sperm and that’s my sperm”

* “What goes ON at your work”

* “you don’t even wanna know babygirl”

* “ummm so I was thinking, something familial, i don’t want a western name tho so that rules out my side,, unless you want to call him Barry”

* “uhh no thanks babes”

* “yeahh they’d sound like the flash lol”

* “I don’t want none of that DC propaganda in my household thanks”

* “tru tru”

* “so what about your side of family? Can you think of any family who have named you like?”

* “What about Junseok? My great uncle is called Junseok and I think that’s cool, also it kinda looks like a combination of Namjoon-hyung and Jin-hyung’s names.”

* “Wow they’d love that, that’s a good idea actually.”

* “Jeon Junseok, has a good ring to it”

* “I agree”

* “It’s settled then until further notice”

* “It seems it is Mr Jeon”

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First Week Home 🍼

* The moment Junseok was in his little sunset coloured crib you burst into tears of relief

* you’d obviously been stressing post birth about the intricacies and once you’d got him home and settled it was like a weight of your shoulders

* he was home

* he was safe

* and you were both over the moon

* he had the smallest nose and the biggest doe eyes

* his dark hair swept across his delicate skin on his forehead

* you just knew he’d be the spitting image of his dad

* each following day with Junseok was amazing

* he was good for you

* slept so well

* settled into routine easily

* it’s as if you never had to worry

* and Jungkook was a life saver

* he was such an attentive father and husband

* always caring for you and Junseok

* every morning he’d bring you up a cup of herbal tea and bowl of granola

* and go check on the baby and if he’s awake change and feed him

* his paternity leave was a blessing

* it meant you actually got a lie in instead of Junseok waking you up

* “I can do the baby this morning, it’s ok”

* you say sitting up in bed

* “no no I’ll do it I’m used to getting up at this time for work anyway”

* “but you’ve been doing it all this week I feel bad”

* “Baby, rest, I want to do this, you deserve a rest after carrying the baby for nine months, I’m sure I can take care of him for a few mornings”

* then he gave u a sweet kiss and left to see his baby boy

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Eighteen Months 🍼

* you pulled on Junseok’s tiny yellow wellies as Jungkook put on his coat

* “where are we going seokie?”

* “P-p-p” Junseok tried his best to get out the letters

* “Yayyy we’re going to the park”

* “Me and your mum are going to meet uncle Jimin too, and you know what that means? You’re going to get spoileddd”

* “V tru, but why does he always spoil him? I mean it’s not a problem he gets free things and stuff, but do you reckon he’s compensating for something?”

* “Yeah as nice as it is I think he might be compensating for not being around as often as he’d like to, solo career going strong as all, you know how he loves kids, in his head he probably thinks he’s an absent uncle but in reality he’s ever present just away for an odd weekend, which is normal”

* “yeah I get that”

* “But it’ll be nice to see him anyway, we can ask him about his new single”

* “Oh I’ve heard that it’s pretty good”

* Junseok pulled at the hem of your coat, indicating he wants to leave

* So off you went

* the day was filled with jumping in muddy puddles and Jimin nearly falling in said puddles

* Junseok got all dirty so you had to go find a bathroom to clean him up at

* hence why you ended up at an ice cream parlour in winter

* despite the cold weather you enjoyed the ice cream nonetheless

* JK teases Jimin a few times because apparently Jimin’s white blond hair was vanilla ice cream and his was chocolate

* Jimin insisted his was bingsu however JK refused

* Junseok had a great time fluffing up uncle Jimin’s hair after that

* and so the day drew to an end

* you headed home

* Seokie sleeping in the car all the way there

* you gently took him into the house and the pair of you collapsed on the couch and immediately fell asleep

* it was the cutest thing

* and when you woke up you saw your two boys asleep so soundly

* and you thought to yourself how content with your life you were

* how lucky you were

* how much you love those boys

* and you’d do anything for them

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The End hehehe :)

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forever-rogue · 5 years

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Little Bird

A/N: Hello hello, fam, here’s my response to the new challenge posed by Challenge! I did change one of the prompts ever so slightly as in I changed one word, so I hope you don’t mind. All the prompts are listed below and bolded in the writing. Anyways, I was soft af for this, so I hope you’ll all enjoy!

Pairing: Roger Taylor x Reader

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: None

MASTERLIST

3. He’s been gone for quite a while30. Turn that sh*t off!!!!

34. Remember when you were a kid and you ______ (insert memory)

35. I’ll just tell your mom on you.

36. I thought you were nice.

65. We’ll talk later.

76. I think you need stitches

81. Excuse me for falling in love with you.

87. You gave me a black eye.

88. Stop looking at me like that, weirdo.

90. Birds can’t fly without wings.

91. Sorry I’m protective over the things I love.

114. No, you’re MY bitch.

126. I’m a lucky girl. I’ll admit that.

149. We started with one and now we have seven. You have no chill.

150. if you loved me so much, why did you do it?

Wet, hot tears streamed down her face as Y/N held the phone’s receiver close to her ear, listening, but not comprehending to what Roger was saying. She heard his voice, but it all seemed so distant. It was almost like she was in those Peanuts Comics where all the kids heard adults as incomprehensible mumbling and sounds.

She had a feeling it would him when the phone rang and debated not answering, but a larger driving force had told her to pick it up. The call had been like a dagger in her heart, and each word, each lie, twisted the dagger a little more. Bit by little bit she felt her stomach knot up as her heart shattered into a million little pieces. She wasn’t sure if she would ever get over this.

“Y/N? My love, are you still there? Please tell me you’re still there,” Roger’s voice was quiet and desperate. He wanted nothing more than to explain everything to her, but he know how things seemed. He knew she had every reason to hate him. Hearing her sniffle, he let ever so slightly better knowing she was still on the line and he wasn’t just talking to thin air, “love-”

��If you loved me so much, why did you do it?” her voice sounded dry and harsh from all the crying she had been doing. They were the first real words she had uttered in hours. She had found herself frozen with an overwhelming sense of grief and fear, which had caused her to break down crying in the kitchen, sinking to the floor where she had remained for hours, “why did you say all those things? How could you say all those things?”

“My love-”

“Don’t call me that right now. If you loved me, you’d be here right now with me,” she cut him off harshly, reaching up to wipe her tears away. There was something about hearing his voice that had brought back the bitterness and the anger she had been trying to repress, “I don’t know if I want to speak to you right now. I don’t know if I can.”

“Y/N, please don’t hang up the phone,” he was begging her at this point. It was the first time in the last two weeks that she had actually spoken to him, or even given him the time of day.

Before then, every time he had called, she had usually hung up the phone, or if he had showed up she refused to answer the door or had Brian do his duties as an older brother and tell Roger to go away. Every single day had been slow and agonizing, causing him to run over their last fight over and over again. She had down the same thing, hoping that somehow it had all been a nightmare, some sort of misunderstanding. But the reality was very different, and very real.

“And just why not?” she asked, resting her forehead against the wall, trying to calm herself down. Added stress wasn’t going to help anything right now, “you made it very clear that you didn’t want -”

“I’m sorry,” he blurted out, not letting her get the words out so he wouldn’t have to hear them again. If he didn’t hear them, they weren’t real, “Y/N, I’m so, so sorry. I shouldn’t have said what I did. I wasn’t thinking clearly, I was panicking and and surprised and I regret everything I said. I didn’t mean it. I don’t mean it now. None of those words were ever true.”

“You were panicked?” she scoffed at him, “you were surprised? How do you think I feel? I went to doctor thinking I was sick, but no - I’m pregnant! I’m the one that’s pregnant with your baby, our baby. I’m the one that’s carrying the baby you said you don’t want! Did you ever stop to think about that? How do you think this feels for me? I thought the man I love would have been supportive, but I was so, so wrong about that.”

“Y/N, I’m so-”

“Save it, Roger,” she internally groaned at the sound of the front door opening. Of course Brian would be coming home right now. He had always seemed to have the worst sense in timing, “we’re not doing this right now. Come to me once you’ve decided how you really feel. My heart can’t take all of this.”

“Y/N-” was all she heard as she slammed the receiver back onto its base. She wiped the remainder of her tears away, drying her face with the back of her hands hastily so Brian wouldn’t be able to see. He tended to have a hawk eye for these types of things.

“Hey, you’re home and up! Are you feeling better?” Brian asked as he came into the kitchen, a smile on his face as his curls bobbed up and down. He noticed her standing her there with the most dismal of looks on her face, cheeks still splotched red, “what’s going on? Y/N?”

“I-I,” she leaned against the counter and held her face in her hands, trying to keep her composure and not have a complete breakdown in front of her him. She looked at him, trying to find a way to put her heartbreak into words. Instead, nothing came out and she just stared wordlessly at him. She opened and closed her mouth a few times, looking like a fish out of water.

“Did something else happen with Roger?” he walked over to her, put his hands on his hips, wishing she would just tell what was going on. As far as he was aware, she and Roger had some sort of fight, but over what he didn’t know. She had completely clammed up and tended to avoid him recently, “Y/N? What happened with him? He’s been gone for quite a while now. It’s been what...a couple of weeks? I don’t mean to pry, but obviously something is up. Why won’t you tell me, Y/N? It’s just me.”

She looked in his eyes, scared to tell him the truth, scared of his reaction. All she saw was a concerned older brother looking at his scared little sister. Letting out a long breath, she hung her head for a long moment before finally confessing, “I’m pregnant.”

“You’re what?” Brian had heard what she said, but couldn’t process it for some reason. The words hung thickly in the air as the two of them stared at each other wordlessly. As realization dawned on him, his normally soft expression into confusion and anger as he ran a hand through his curls. Letting out a long breath he quietly repeated, “pregnant? Is it Roger’s?”

“Obviously,” she didn’t know how she was hoping he’d react, but somehow his lack of response stung a little bit, “you know what, you don’t need to say anything, Bri. We’ll talk later.”

“Is this why...Roger hasn’t been around?” he let out a breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding. His best friend and his little sister having a baby. What a wild reality this was turning out to be, “what did he say? I-I thought you two were doing well? We all thought you were heading towards a wedding more than a breakup.”

“So did I,” she gave him a tight lipped smile, drumming her fingers along the top of the kitchen counter. The room was silent, almost too much so as every little sound was punctuated and the heaviness in the air never seemed to wane. She looked over at her brother who seemed to be lost in his own world, his eyes glossed over.

Knowing him he was probably running through all the different outcomes for this precarious situation, “but I was wrong I guess. I’m still working on taking this all in...and figuring out what I’m going to do. It looks like I’ll be doing this solo, but I will make it work. I don’t expect your support Bri, I know this is a shock.”

“Y/N-”

“It’s fine, Bri, really,” she walked over to him and put her hand on his shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. She noticed how he seemed to freeze under her touch - she wished he was the one comforting her, but somehow the tables were turned. Standing up on her tiptoes, she pressed his a kiss to cheek, “I’m going to have a lie down for a little bit, okay?”

“Okay,” was all he managed to get out as she left the room. He listened to her retreating footsteps before her door closed sharply. Brian sighed, still reeling from the revelation and trying to process everything. He wanted to be mad at Roger, to kill him for doing this to his baby sister.

He hadn’t been a huge fan of the idea of Roger asking her out in the first place, but once he saw them together, he had wondered why he had even hesitated to support them in the first place. Now, he was back to his initial feelings - how could Roger break her heart like this? It took two to tango after all, no one gets pregnant by themselves.

“Y/N?” Brian’s voice softly called out to her as he followed with a soft knock on her bedroom door. She contemplated pretending she was still asleep, but decided against it. She didn’t want to be alone any longer - the silence was crippling and her thoughts were heading into all kinds of areas she didn’t want to investigate just yet. He seemed to notice her hesitation, “I got you something. It’s not much but I think you’ll like it.”

“The door’s unlocked, Bri,” she called out to him, rolling over to face the door. He opened the door slowly, poking his head in and giving her a tentative smile. She returned the gesture and made a motion to tell him to come in. He nodded before stepping in, two cartons of ice cream and spoons in his arms.

Her heart melted a little bit at the sweet gesture - this had been how he cheered up since they were children. He would always go out and fetch her favorite flavors and they would eat in silence, or chatte away between bites, by the time they had gotten down to the last bits, their predicament had usually been solved.

“I realize this probably won’t help much,” he admitted as he walked over to her, handing her a spoon and carton, as she sat up. He climbed into the bed, sitting them next to her and opening his own container, “but I hope this helps a little bit. I love you, Y/N, and I’ll be here to support you, with whatever decision you make.”

“Thank you, Bri,” she whispered, leaving overwhelmed as she dug in for her first bite. Knowing she had at least one person on her side already made her feel tremendously better, “I know I can always count on you. You’re the best brother anyone can ever have.”

“I’m just looking out for you, Y/N. It’s my job as your brother, and your friend,” he clinked his spoon against hers, and for the first time in what felt like ages, a smile appeared on her face. The hours upon hours of crying and feeling sorry for herself suddenly felt a bunch of wasted time. She should have just told him in the first place.

“I’m a lucky girl. I’ll admit that,” she reassured him, nudging his long leg with one of her own. She knew she had gotten very lucky with both the family she had and the people she had in her every day life, but at the end of the day, it was always those four boys that made her life so much better. Until recently that was, “Bri...I’m scared. So scared. I mean, this is a baby. Another human life I’m bringing into this world.”

“I’d say I know how you feel but I can’t even imagine what you’re going through right now. But I can assure you, it will be okay. I promise you because we will be right by your side,” he put his free around her shoulders and held her close, “I’m sorry if I seemed mad earlier. I wasn’t...it was just surprising. I just want what’s best for you...and Roger. I feel like I need to protect you, you know?”

“Remember when you were a kid and you covered for me when I broke mum’s nice china?” she asked suddenly and Brian burst out into laughter at the memory. Their mum had been beyond livid when she had come home and found glass all over the the dining room, her cabinet and good dishes in a thousand little pieces, “I was so scared then. I thought she would kill me. Especially since she had told me a million times not to play footie in the house anymore.”

“You were crying so badly, I thought you’d dry and shrivel up from all those tears,” he remembered her little face all red, eyes crusted up with dried tears as she looked at the mess she had made. When he had heard a huge crash and commotion from downstairs, he had almost dropped his book in shock at the sound, but quietly bounded down the stairs to see what had happened. There he saw little Y/N, looking around sadly, tears streaming down her face, “I couldn’t stand to see you cry so much. You were so little and scared-”

“Just like now?” she joked, giving him a fond look. They had quickly tried to clean up as much of the mess as possible, but their mother had walked home in the midst of it all, livid as she demanded answers. Y/N was about to tell her the truth, but Brian had stepped in front of her and immediately taken the blame, making up an elaborate story which resulted in him somehow breaking everything. He had been grounded for what seemed like ages after that, but he was never mad at Y/N, although she kept trying to make it up to him.

“Just like now,” he confirmed, “we’ll get through it.”

“I thought you were nice, I thought you were so nice. I always knew you were the best,” she admitted, pausing to take a bite of her ice cream, savoring the sweetness on her tongue. Sighing, she dipped the spoon back into the container, “still saving my skin all these years later. You know, I could just tell your mum on you about all those things you’ve done for me. Maybe then she’d kill me and save me any harsh decision making.”

“She’s your mum too you know, and you might be being a little over dramatic. It’s not the end of the world,” he laughed at her, nudging her gently in the side. Y/N opened her mouth to say something else, but they were quickly interrupted by the sound of knocking on the front door, “were we expecting company?”

“No,” she raised her eyebrow, shrugging her shoulder lightly. She wondered who it could, but whoever it was, she was annoyed with them for interrupting their talk, “I can go and see who it is. Probably just a solicitor.”

“It’s okay,” he said, putting his almost empty container on her nightstand. He swung his long legs of the bed, sighing as he went to check to see whoever was pounding increasingly rapidly. The siblings exchanged an annoyed glance as he shouted, “hold on, I’m coming!”

Y/N shoveled a few more spoonfuls into her mouth, trying to listen in and see who it was. Not able to hear much, she ate the last bite of her ice cream, and decided to tiptoe into in the kitchen and dispose of her trash. That way she’d be able to sneak a peek and see who their intruder was.

Opening the door quietly, she padded her way down the hall and into the kitchen her ear trained towards the front door.

“Let me speak to her, please, Bri. I need to explain-” her heart stopped at the sound of Roger’s voice. Part of her was relieved that it was him, but part of her was scared. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to see him again. The last time had been painful, the look in his bright ocean eyes had hurt her so much.

“Roger, I don’t know if you should be here right now. I don’t know if she’s ready to speak to you,” there was a gentleness to his voice, but his tone was still firm. He was playing the role of protective older brother quite well, “she’s really broken up about everything.”

“Bri, this is important!” she heard him almost shout, his own voice hoarse and dry. She knew he must have been crying to you. She poked her head out of the kitchen and saw Brian barely holding the door open, with Roger desperately trying to get in, a foot in the doorway so the door couldn’t be shut completely, “I need to talk to her, I need to explain everything to her-”

“Watch it, Rog. Look, I’m sorry I’m protective over the things I love, but right now, I need to protect her. I love you too, but this isn’t happening right now,” with that, Brian tried to push the door closed, but Roger wasn’t having it. He pushed his body against the door and shoved his way in, slamming the door behind him so Brian couldn’t throw him out.

The two men were standing face to face, their chests rising and falling rapidly as they started at each other. Before Y/N could interrupt them or before she could process but was going on, Brian swung his arm back before landing a punch straight on Roger’s face. Roger staggered back, a hand immediately flying to his face, as he clutched his nose and eye.

“You gave me a black eye,” Roger said in a shocked tone as he felt his face start tingling. He knew it would be a mess, but as he discovered that there were a few drops of blood run down his face. He had never known Brian to actually hit anyone, but the tall, willowy guitarist sure knew how to pack a punch, the rings on his hand not helping anything. His face would be sore for a while, he knew that much, “what the hell, Bri!?”

Not able to stand it any longer, Y/N hurried down the hall over to the men who were surprised by her sudden appearance. Glaring at Brian, she reached over and held Roger’s face in her hands, assessing the damage he had done. The skin below his left eye was split and everything was already bruising.

“Knock that shit off!” Y/N almost shouted at Brian, hoping neither of them would have another go at each other. She didn’t need to have to take either of them to the hospital. Again. Like she had on several other occasions because they just couldn’t keep their mouths shut.

“Y/N, you weren’t-”

“Brian, why did you do this?!” she hissed at him, jabbing a finger in his chest, “there was no reason to, you fool. He’s an idiot surely, but a punch wasn’t warranted.”

“I was just trying to protect you,” Brian said meekly, already regretting his actions. His hand was aching but he knew it would be nothing compared to Roger’s face. She grabbed Roger’s hand and started pulling him towards the bathroom to clean him up, “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it how it seemed…”

“Bri,” the two of them sighed at the same time. Roger wanted to be mad, and he was to a certain extent, but he understood where he was coming from. He hated himself just as much as Brian had in that moment.

Opening the door and ushering Roger inside, Y/N sat him down on the edge the of tub and busied herself getting a washcloth wet with warm water. She grabbed the antiseptic from the medicine cabinet, and swiped some on a cotton pad, before getting on her knees so she was eye level with him.

He watched her work wordlessly, stunned by her kindness and gentle touch even though she was furious with him. He wouldn’t have blamed her if she too just punched him in the face, he did deserve it after all.

Taking his face in her hands, she gently dabbed at the cut, trying to be easy on it. It wasn’t terrible, but it probably stung under the alcohol, but Roger didn’t even flinch in the slightest. Touching the puffy skin lightly with the washcloth to get rid of all the blood, she caught his eye and shook her head gently, “oh my love, I think you need stitches. It doesn’t look terrible, but if you want to heal properly, we’ll need a doctor to look at it.”

She met his eyes, and her heart stopped for a moment. They were the same eyes, the same bright expression, that she had fallen in love with. The same eyes she hoped their child would have. She touched the corner of his mouth lightly, noticed that his lips were dry and chapped, and looked like he had been nervously picking at them. He opened his mouth to speak and quietly whispered, “I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

“For what?” she asked, even though she knew the answer. She wanted to hear it from him. She wanted to know that he was going to be serious about discussing their situation.

“Everything,” he whispered as Y/N let go out of his face. She sat down the floor and leaned against the wall, the two of them staring at each other. The silence wasn’t as awkward as she expected, the air filled with a lot of unspoken words flowing between the two of them, “I don’t even know how to begin to describe how sorry I am for everything I said.”

“My mum used to tell us all sorts of old proverbs and silly sayings when I was a kid. Bri always took them to heart and said we could learn a lot from them. I never gave them much thought,” she ran a hand through her hair, and staring at the ceiling. She hoped that keeping her gaze trained upwards would prevent any tears from falling, “Birds can’t fly without wings. That was one of her favorites. I never understood what it was meant until these last few weeks. I know this is hard for both of us, but I can’t do this without you, Rog. This little bird can’t fly without her wings, without you. But if you don’t want to do this - then I’ll have to learn to fly without you.”

“You don’t have to do this on your own, love. I’m going to be with you every step of the way,” he hoisted him off the edge of the tub and sat down right in front of her so they were facing each other, “I’ll support every decision you make. I love you more than you know. And our baby.”

“But I thought you said...you didn’t want it,” she responded quietly, biting on her bottom lip nervously, “you said we were too young and not ready.”

“I’ve thought about those words every single day since then and I regret it every single one of them,” he told her, reaching over and touching her face gently. He ran a thumb over her cheek gently, wiping at the few tears that had welled up, “I should never have said them. I know this doesn’t excuse any of it, or what I put you through, but I’m sorry. I panicked and was scared - the idea of a baby is terrifying. I’m still scared too. So scared of everything that could happen to the baby and to you. But I want to do this. With you and only you.”

“Y-you want to have this baby?” her hand instinctively went to her stomach where there was still no sign of the child she was carrying. Although only about ten weeks into her pregnancy, she already felt protective over their baby, “do you mean it? Please don’t just tell me what you think I want to hear. I don’t want you to say yes and then we have this child and you hate me forever.”

“Every word is the truth, my love,” he scooted closer to her, so there was only a few inches of distance from them, “there is no one I’d rather have a child with. I want to marry you one day, I want to have a big house and fill it with our children. I want it all with you. I know I’ve been a shit boyfriend lately, and you absolutely have no reason to forgive me, but I hope you do.”

“I was so angry with you, Rog. I came to you so scared and worried, and then you flipped out and basically told me you didn’t want a child and you didn’t know how to feel. I thought I was going to lose you. I was angry,” she told him. A lot of tears and sadness had been over how angry she was with him, but a lot of them were due to the sheer fact that she didn’t want to lose him, or their child. She wanted it all - with him, “everything I’ve ever wanted was with you. You’re my endgame, Rog, you always have been.”

Roger thought his face might crack with the size of the smile that was on his face as he watched her. She always exuded such elegance and grace even in the most difficult situations. It was one of the many things he loved about her. And her sweet words? Those were just the icing on top.

“What?” she couldn’t hold back her giggle as he watched her silently. She reached over and tugged on a strand of his hair gently, “stop looking at me like that, weirdo. Do I have something on my face?”

“Geeze, excuse me for falling in love with you,” he teased her. He leaned forward so his face was mere inches from hers. She smiled at him, his sweet, warm breath fanning over her face, “the only thing on your face is a beauty unlike any other. The sweetest lips, perfect for kissing, the warmest and kindest eyes, cutest nose, and pinkest, prettiest cheeks. I hope our son or daughter will look just like you.”

Her face lit up at his words, it was like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She was still terrified of the idea of having a child, but she was slowly starting to feel better, “I hope they’ll look like you. With those pretty eyes and that soft face.”

“Either way, our baby will be beautiful,” he whispered, nuzzling her nose with hers, their lips mere centimeters apart. She took the opportunity and leaned her head forward, pressing her soft lips against his rough ones slowly. He kissed her back, not realizing how much he had missed the feel of her kisses, always so sweet, soft, and perfect. He pulled back and rested his forehead against hers, “I love you, Y/N. Truly. I’m so sorry for everything I did and said. Please, please, please say you forgive me?”

“I forgive you,” she said, touching the soft, bruised skin of his face ever so lightly, “just talk to me next time. We can work anything out if we do it together. We’re better together.”

“I know. I’m sorry,” he said, pecking her lips quickly, “I won’t do it ever again, pretty girl. I thought I lost you for those two weeks.Those were the worst weeks of my life. I don’t ever want to feel like that again.”

“I see you’ve learned a very important lesson,” she said quietly, beaming at him, “just know, you owe me after this one….no, you’re MY bitch now. I like the sound of that.”

“Hey, hey, you’re getting a little ahead of yourself now,” he chuckled in between kisses, “I am whipped for you though. But I think everyone’s already aware of that.”

“One more thing,” she said, peppering some kisses across his face, the two of them getting more insistent and hurried with their lips and soft touches. It had been too long since they had gotten to touch and taste each other. Two weeks was two weeks too long.

“Hmm?”

“You need to slow down with getting punched,” she said as he let a hand trail down her jaw and to her neck, ghosting lightly over her collarbones, “We started with one and now we have seven. You have no chill. Seven hospital visits in two years for punches must be a new record. You need to learn a sense of self preservation.”

“It’s always over you, love, I can’t have anyone messing with you. I need to protect you,” he whispered, pulling back and letting a hand ghost over her jaw gently, “I need to protect you and now our baby too.”

“You’re such a sap, Rog,” she was struggling to hold back her tears. She wasn’t sure if it was just her normal soft nature, the pregnancy hormones, or the combination of the two that had set her off. He let his hand trail down her body, before gently letting it rest on her stomach. The idea that in a few short months her belly would be large and round with his child made him so nervous, but also more elated than he could describe, “but god, I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Y/N,” he whispered against her lips, “I love more than all the silly space dust that Brian always rambles on about. More than the all the stars in the night sky.”

“Roger,” she breathed, their kisses turning salty with their combined tears. He reached down and lifted her shirt up, exposing her still flat stomach. Pulling away from her face, he leaned down and pressed a few light kisses to her exposed bare skin. It was such a sweet, intimate gesture, such that it caused her to cry harder, basically leading to her becoming a sniffling mess.

“I will never do anything to hurt you,” he whispered quietly to her stomach. He put his hands on her hips lightly tracing shapes all over it, “I already love you so much. And your mumma. I love her too. I’ll always protect the two of you. I’m not always the best man or smartest man, and I’ve made your mumma cry a few times more than I should have, but I can promise you that much. I will always be here for you.”

“I’m already soft, but if you keep you being so sweet while I’m pregnant, I’ll never to do anything but cry,” she said as she pulled him up so he was face to face with her. She reached over and used her thumb to wipe her tears away, his gaze never wavering from hers, “Promise me you’ll always love me?”

“Always,” he nodded fervently, taking her hand in his and pressing a kiss to her palm, “always and forever my little bird.”

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mirkwoodshewolf · 5 years

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Lion kings and cheetah queens; Roger Taylor x reader

*Author’s note*

Hello all! In honor of you all helping me reach 1K followers, I’ve been working on this oneshot for a few days and finally while on my Spring break I’ve finally came around to finishing it and posting it up today. After doing so many romantic Brian May fics, I’ve decided to do our drummer boy Roger Taylor. Now this can be read as either Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor or the real man himself :)

Now there’s no warnings at all but just pure, unadulterated, teeth-fotting, family domicile FLUFF!!! I think I may even have to pay the bills from ya’ll dentists lol. Anyways I hope you all like this fic and I hope I did some good research as you will find out. Real People do NOT belong to me, I am just doing this fic for entertainment purposes only.

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It was a typical day at the Taylor household. In the backyard with the giant garden that looked more like a forest or a jungle with all the flowers, bushes and trees surrounding the property, which was perfect for the two children playing in it. A young boy around 4 years old with blonde hair and blue eyes was racing through the bushes softly laughing to himself.

He peeked out from the bushes grinning the same grin that he inherited from his father before going back in the bush and racing onward.

“She’ll never expect me coming.” He said to himself. He came out from the bushes and spotted his target. A young girl 1-2 years younger than him with long (h/c). “I’m going to sneak up behind her and surprise her.” He whispered so softly so that the girl just several feet in front of him wouldn’t be able to hear him.

Soon like a lion on the prowl he crawled towards the girl before standing up and racing towards her and tackling her as he said,

“Boo!” He tackled the girl down to the ground and the girl said.

“Rufus no fair! I was supposed to be seeking you!”

“You were taking too long Lotte. So I thought I’d surprise you instead.” The boy now known as Rufus said to the girl he called Lotte. “Alright sis it’s your turn. Go on you hide and I’ll come look for you now.”

“Okay but no cheating, you always cheat.”

“Do not!”

“Do to!”

“Do not!”

“Do to!”

“Do not!” Rufus exclaimed before sticking his tongue out at his sister.

After a bit of arguing they finally decided to stop as Lotte now went to go find a hiding place now in the labyrinth garden. Rufus raced back a couple of feet and began counting.

“One two three four five six seven ninety-nine one hundred!” He raced into the garden and proclaimed, “Ready or not here I come!” He looked high and low but couldn’t find his sister anywhere. “I know she’s around her somewhere.” He then saw a bit of ruffling from a nearby bush. Rufus raced towards it and said as he tackled his sister once more, “Ha-ha! Found you!” The two of them began to playfully wrestle for a bit before stopping as Lotte said.

“Hey Rufus, wanna try and see if we can sneak up on dad?”

“Yeah good idea Lotte. Let’s go find him!” The two of them raced out of the garden and across the backyard to see if they could find their father.

In one of the sheds, Roger Taylor was polishing up one of his boats checking to make sure everything was in shape before he would treat his family to a weekend at the lake after being away for so long, plus his wife needed a break from all the rigorous training she’s been doing lately for the Olympics.

The two young kids found their dad in the shed and Lotte giggled but Rufus shushed her telling her to be quiet. The two kids snuck up of the drummer unaware that he had already knew that his children were planning something.

“Okay you go around and I’ll stay back here.” Rufus whispered to his sister, she nodded and snuck off to the side while Rufus stalked right behind his dad much like he did to his sister a few minutes ago. But just before Rufus could surprise his dad, Roger let out a roar and swooped down and picked up his son over his shoulder upside down while Rufus was screaming playfully trying to break free.

“You kids may think you’ve mastered the ambush attack, but you’ll never be as good as the king. Now what to do with this amateur hmm?” Roger then began to spin around with his son still on his shoulder.

“Lotte! Ruhuhuhun!!!” He managed to cry out and soon his sister raced out of the shed trying to find a hiding spot. As she ran, she was suddenly picked up and held against a strong chest and Roger’s voice said in her ear.

“And where do you think you’re going little cheetah?”

“Daddy let go!” Lotte giggled out.

“No I don’t think I will, now what punishment shall you receive compared to the lion cub I just captured?” He hummed in thought as he sat down on the grass but keeping his daughter tight in his arms, “I think I’m seeing more spots than last time, let’s count them shall we?” At that point Lotte’s eyes grew big. Because he father’s idea of counting her ‘cheetah spots’ were tickling them out of her.

She tried to escape but her father brought her in closer into his lap, his legs trapping her like a cage as he began counting, starting at around her neck. Lotte giggled and squirmed at her father’s tickly fingers as she laughed out.

“Daddy! Stohahahp ihihit!”

“Your squirming is only going to make me lose count, stand still you little squirmy cub. Let’s see where was I? Oh yes five, six, oh I spy seven right here on that tummy of yours.” He said as he now began tickling her bellybutton.

“THAT’S NOT A SPOT!!” She cried out through her laughter.

“You sure about that? It definitely looks like a spot to me.” Lotte kept laughing at her father’s tickle torture when suddenly Roger was tackled by his son Rufus. He managed to bring his father down and he cried out.

“I GOT HIM! I GOT HIM LOTTE! LET’S GET HIM NOW!!” It was then the two children began to playfully attack their father like a real lion and cheetah cub would do in the wild.

“Oh no they’ve finally got me! They’re too strong! C’mon pick on someone your own size don’t….Help! Help me!” As the three Taylor family members continued to play around, they were unaware they were being watched.

*My POV*

I had just returned from my morning training with Yuri when I could hear my husband’s voice crying from the backyard. I raced over thinking that someone was wrong but when I saw that it was just him and the kids playing around I couldn’t help but chuckle softly. Now I bet you’re wondering how does an Olympic gold medalist like me managed to snag and claim Roger Taylor, drummer of Queen as her husband?

It’s quite a funny story how we met. It was just after my second Olympic run back in 1976. Now you’d think that Queen would be performing at the Olympics and that’s how we met right? Well you’re half right.

Queen had celebrated a successful world tour at the time and were at my favorite pub. Of course the news of the Olympics were all over London and I was getting stopped everywhere I went for my win for the UK. And it was at that pub that I had met Roger when he tried to flirt with me, using the famous “Roger Taylor” charm.

With his long blonde hair, baby blue eyes, and quick wit tongue that can get any girl falling for him, he thought I would be another easy target. But I hadn’t earned the nickname (Y/n) “The Cheetah” (l/n) from Yuri for nothing. My wit was just as quick if not quicker than his, as was my sass as I denied him right there on the spot. But of course like any other lion they are relentless. Eventually I was able to tame this lion and made him more docile and in 1978, he asked me to marry him and we’ve been happily married for six years now.

I was about ready to train for the 1980 summer Olympics when I had found out that I was pregnant with Roger’s child. I had no choice but to pull out that year since I couldn’t compete. I felt like I was letting my whole country down that year but a good friend of mine Serena took over for me that year and we managed to get second place which wasn’t too bad but I still felt like I had dishonored the UK.

But after the birth of our son, I knew I had won a different goal that day. Motherhood was tough and I thought I’d never be able to do it, but thanks to Roger as well as the other members of Queen plus Chrissie and Veronica, I was able to not screw up and became the best mother I could be. Barely a year later, we had another baby, our sweet girl Charlotte but we all just call her Lotte.

Each of our kids resembled both Roger and I. Rufus was a splitting image of his dad from his tuff of blonde hair and charming blue eyes, right down to his mannerisms and behavior. While Lotte, she’s like me in appearance but she can be a little more reserved compared to her brother, but when she needs to be, she can be pretty feisty just like me.

And I’ll admit I was scared to think of how Roger would take to fatherhood. After all I knew of his reputation, plus he never really screamed out ‘father material’ but the day Rufus was born, it was like something switched in him, like his son became his whole world and nothing was going to tear him away from his boy.

And when Lotte came along, oh god poor Rog was a wreck. He refused to let her go saying that only he could protect her, he already was making death threats to any boy that looked her way and promised to be there for her no matter what.

I walked a bit closer to observe the rare domestic playing that Roger could have with his children after a long tour schedule and saw as Roger pretended to groan in agony before collapsing dramatically with his head hung to the side and mouth open and tongue hanging out the side, the classic ‘playing dead’.

“Dad? You’re not dead.” Rufus said as he sat on his father’s chest. Roger’s head shot up as he said.

“Nope!” Making out kids shriek and laugh as Roger joined in their laughter and held each of the kids close to him.

“I leave you lot for a couple of hours and already you’ve managed to make yourselves filthy.” I said making myself known.

“Mummy!” Lotte cried out as she raced towards me. I picked up my daughter and gave her a kiss to the top of her head and I asked her.

“Now what were you kids doing to get yourselves so dirty?”

“We were playing hide and seek lions and cheetahs style.” Answered Rufus as Roger leaned up to normal sitting position and pulling his son into his lap.

“Ahh that explains a lot. And so I’m going to assume that you invited the king to play along?” I said staring right at Roger who grinned.

“We wanted to see if we could finally sneak up on him and surprise him. But Rufus said I was too loud.”

“Cause you were!” he exclaimed.

“Alright, alright no need to yell at your sister Rufus. Now apologize to her right now.” Said Roger. Rufus turned to his father as Roger looked down at him and raised his brow telling him to do it.

“I’m sorry Lotte.”

“It’s okay.” I set her down and the two of them hugged it out.

“Alright now both of you head inside and wait for me in the loo, we’ll have to have your baths a little earlier than usual.” Our kids soon raced inside the house and I shook my head softly.

“Those two certainly are a handful at times.” Said Roger.

“They get it from you mostly, especially Rufus.” I said. He feigned a mock hurt as he placed his hand over his heart and moaned in agony.

“Oh you’ve wounded me my love, ahh it hurts, it hurts, just put me out of my misery.” He then fell over in front of my feet with his arm over his eyes. I couldn’t help but giggle as I said.

“You are such a drama Queen, even worse than Fred.”

“But you know you love me for it.” He said as his arm raised up and he peeked at me with them baby blue eyes of his. I then got down on the ground and hovered over him and said.

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t. You’re just gonna have to find that out for yourself Mr. Taylor.”

“Ahh but I know it, otherwise you wouldn’t have married me, Mrs. Taylor.” Roger said as he wrapped his hands around my neck trying to bring me downward until our lips melded together. As he tried to deepen the kiss, I broke away from him and said.

“Rog I’m sweaty and disgusting, I need to shower before we continue this.”

“Never stopped us before, remember back that concert back in ’77. It was just after a Queen concert, I took you into my dressing room and you—” he then began whispering seductively in my ear the events of what happened that night.

“Rog this is—this is different I—” I moaned softly before letting out a slight giggle from his hot breath tickling my ear. “No, no Rog I won’t fall for it again!” I stated firmly but was suddenly pinned on my back with Roger now hovering over me.

I couldn’t help but grin up at him and I stroked his cheek with my index finger as I muttered.

“Damn your cute face.” He smirked down at me and I said to him out loud, “You think I can’t resist you?”

“Do you want to resist me?” he said with that cute puppy dog tilt of his head.

“No. But I would like you to ask nicely so that I don’t feel like the bad guy here.” He shrugged his shoulder and said as he leaned downward.

“At least I’d have a beautiful villain being cruel to me.” He captured my lips once more and we softly made out for a few more seconds. I pushed against his chest and I told him.

“The kids are waiting for me, then I’ve got to shower.” I got out from underneath him and stood back up and walked towards the house.

“Mind if I join you once your shower starts?”

“The last time you asked me that is how we ended up with Lotte.” I said as I turned toward him. I walked backwards for a bite before turning back around and walked inside our house.

After giving the kids their baths and cleaning the dirt off their faces from playing in the garden, I then went into my bathroom and showered to clean off the sweat and oil off my body from a hard workout.

This was my first hardcore training session in awhile to help prepare me for the upcoming summer Olympics and Yuri was working my ass off to no end. Especially since this was my first Olympic competition in over 8 years. My muscles were sore and jelly but the hot water eased the tension in my muscles. I let out a moan as I just allowed the water to hit me when suddenly I felt arms wrap around me. I would’ve slipped had it not been for Roger.

“Damnit Roger I’ve told you not to sneak up on me like that especially when I’m showering.”

“Sorry love I couldn’t help it, besides you’ve been overworking yourself. Let your man clean and pamper you up.” I felt him kiss my cheek as he pulled me close to him. I debated and then spoke out.

“No sexual games this time.”

“I swear, nothing sexual. At least for today,” I heard him mutter, I hit his shoulder which made him laugh and he continued, “I’m kidding. But seriously though love, let me take care of you.”

“Alright Rog.” And just as he promised, he helped clean me up. He used my favorite body wash and gently went over and massaged all over my arms, shoulders and calf muscles. Once my body was cleaned, he took my shampoo and washed my hair for me, his fingers gently combing through my hair and massaging my scalp. I let out a soft moan and he said.

“Careful love, don’t want to start something now do we?”

“Get your mind out of the gutter and keep washing drummer boy.” I could feel him smirking as he kept washing my hair until it was time to head back under the showerhead and allow the water to rinse away the shampoo. He groomed through my hair in order to help the shampoo get rinsed out.

Once I was cleaned and satisfied, we both left the shower and dried off before putting on our bathrobes.

“Thank you Rog, I really needed that.”

“Who says that I’m done?” I looked at him skeptically and he continued, “Go lie on the bed love, I need to get some things out from here. And don’t ask any more questions”

“What are you planning Roger Taylor?”

“I just told you, you can’t ask any more questions.” I chuckled at him and said.

“Okay, okay don’t go throwing our TV set out the window.” He shook his head and I left the loo and went to lay on our bed. The mattress felt like heaven as it helped ease the muscles in my lower back and it was then Roger came out with a bottle of lotion.

“Mademoiselle, I’m Roger Taylor and I will be your masseuse for this morning’s session.” He grabbed one of the pillows that we normally don’t sleep with but keep it as decoration for the bedroom and he lifted my legs and placed the pillow underneath my calves and set my legs down on the pillow.

He took the lotion and squirted some in his hands before rubbing them together. He then took my right leg first and began to massage it. I threw my head back against the pillows and moaned softly.

“Mrs. Taylor I must say you’ve got knots in your knots along your calf muscles. Haven’t you been treating them?”

“Juan does his best but he’s been sick lately so the past few training sessions I couldn’t get him up, and of course Yuri can’t massage for shit, he gives the worst massages that I’ve ever seen, it’s like pure torture.”

“Aww poor madam. Well I promise this will be the finest massage you will ever hope for.” He went lower and moved his fingers in a slow, circular motion and I moaned softly. After that, he moved over and began to do my left calf muscles doing the same top to bottom soft circular motion from the bottom of my knee down the just before my ankles.

Once my legs had been massaged, he then sat in front of my feet and began to massage them. First taking my left foot and using his thumbs to go counter-clock wise around my soles. He then moved up to just underneath my toes before moving down to my heels.

“The tension is more on the soles than anything, you don’t have to worry about anywhere else.” I told him.

“Understood, just focus on the soles then.” He then went back to the soles and as I told him he kept massaging around that area. After awhile he then moved to my right foot and did the same thing focusing on the soles. When my feet were done being massaged he then told me. “Okay now may I ask you to remove your robe so that I can do your back?”

“Getting a little personal aren’t we? I don’t think my husband would appreciate it.” I teased.

“I’m sure he wouldn’t. But he must be a lucky man if what I think is under that robe is true.” I grinned at him and untied my robe and slowly turned onto my stomach and removed the bathrobe and lay on my stomach exposing my back.

I soon felt his lotioned hands on my shoulders and I groaned out a moan.

“Oh Mrs. Taylor you are so tense.” He cooed out.

“It’s called raising two children and stressing of having the entire UK on your ass to win and redeem themselves from the last summer Olympics.”

“It’s too much stress it’s piling up on you darling. Thank god I’m here for you now.” He said as he began to massage around my lower back.

After several more minutes he stopped and said.

“Okay, I’m done. How are you feeling?”

“Like I’ve been recharged. To what do I owe you Mr. Taylor for your services?” I said as I grabbed the robe and put it back over me as I faced my husband.

“For a house call I’d normally charge 20 dollars per hour. But for being such a beautiful woman and a wonderful mother to our children, I’ll accept a kiss, maybe a quick shag.” I slapped his arm at the last part which made him chuckle and he cried out, “I’m kidding! But not about the kiss though, so what do you say Mrs. Taylor, care to give us a kiss?” I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck and our lips met in a soft, yet passionate kiss.

With such a rare day like this when both Roger and I have some time off, we spent it with the kids watching a random animal documentary on the BBC. Of course Roger never really liked it when we’d play it because he’s obviously still pissed at the fact that they forced Queen to ‘fake-play’ Killer Queen on Top the Pops. But when it came to the kids, he was willing to swallow his pride and watch it for them.

They were doing a documentary on Africa’s big cats and when the cheetah came up on the screen Lotte said.

“Look mumma that’s you!” I smiled down at my girl and ruffled her hair and said.

“Yep, that’s mummy.”

“Cheetahs are my favorite animal mumma, know why?”

“Why?” I asked.

“Because they’re super-fast, very, very quick and brave, and caring to their babies, just like you mummy.” I awed at my daughter and hugged her close and kissed her cheek while Rufus scoffed and said.

“But they’re not as tough or strong as the lions are. They’re so big, they have a huge family, and the male lions have that huge mane. They can take down larger animals than them and they’re super strong, just like you dad.”

“Ahh that’s my boy.” Roger said as he picked up Rufus and placed him on his lap.

“Cheetahs can outrun lions any day though.” Lotte relented back at her brother.

“Cannot!” Rufus proclaimed.

“Can to!”

“Cannot!”

“Can to!”

“Cannot!”

“Alright you two that’s quite enough of that.” Roger began. “Now how about we compromise, agree that out of any big cats in the world lions and cheetahs are the best of the best. Agreed?” The kids grumbled and whined a bit but they agreed. “After all kids, in the end the lion did get what he wanted to in the end, even though the cheetah was feisty and sharp-witted. But it was all worth it in the end.” Roger said as he stared right up at me.

“Well the lion shouldn’t have been too cocky, otherwise the cheetah might have been a little more receptive. But cheetahs know when to sniff out arrogance and big egos. But in the end she was able to tame the wild lion king.” I spoke as I stroked his cheek with my index finger making him smile at me.

A few hours later after putting the kids down for their afternoon nap, Roger and I finally got to spend some quality time alone. He sat down at the floor next to the couch and hand my knees over his shoulders. My fingers were currently combing through his hair as Roger leaned back against my thighs moaning softly.

“I’ll never forget the day we started this lion-cheetah family scenario. Rufus took one look at you and at a stuffed lion from the toy store and pointed at it and called it ‘dada’.”

“At least he didn’t point to the hedgehog.” He said.

“And I will admit he’s not wrong. With this hair of yours all wild and long like this, especially after a concert, you definitely look like a lion.” Roger then turned and looked up at me but said not a word. “What?” His eyes soon sparked that mischievous gleam as he removed my legs from his shoulders and got into a pouncing position. “No Roger don’t you dare!” I then tried to escape but he quickly grabbed me by the waist and threw me down on the couch.

He crawled over on top of me and hovered over me smirking down at me and he said as his nose brushed against mine.

“And I thought cheetahs were supposed to be fast?”

“Well we are but you cheated.”

“Oh my love, all’s fair in love and war. And when it comes to survival of the fittest, the lion will always prevail. Now let me hear you say it.”

“I would rather die than surrender defeat to a lion like you.” He merely nodded and then his look changed to a more darker tone as his smirk grew more sinister. I knew exactly what was going through his mind and I begged him, “No Rog don’t you dare! I swear to god if you do it I’ll—” but it was too late.

His fingers danced around my sides and stomach. I squirmed and tried to get out of his grip but he held firm and wouldn’t let up.

“ROGER! STOHAHP!!”

“Say that you’ll submit to the king and then I’ll stop.” He said as he kept tickling me. I kept laughing and begging for him to stop but he refused to listen. After what felt like an eternity, through his own will, Roger finally stopped and had his face right up to mine. His nose pressed against my cheek before trailing up towards my nose.

“(Y/n),”

“What?” I asked. His lips soon softly captured mine and I softly moaned into the kiss. I felt his hand cup the left side of my face, his thumb grazing over my cheek. He separated from me but only by about an inch, his warm breath dancing across my face.

“Be my lion queen?” I giggled softly and said to him.

“For you? I could convert, but don’t tell anyone.” I said the last part sternly. He smiled down at me and pressed his lips against mine and we softly made out right up until the kids came racing down the stairs.

*Extended ending*

It was finally time. I had been training for months and now it was finally hear. The 1984 Summer Olympics, held in Los Angeles, California. I knew the kids would be watching from home on the Telly with Roger and my mum and dad.

I was in the locker room taking a few deep breaths trying to get my mind back into the mind set before the track and field runners went up. Yuri came up to me and he asked me.

“How you doing champ?”

“Going back to the first time I ran this course and just barely made the gold medal. I say I’ve got some butterflies.”

“Well I have a feeling you’re gonna do great out there, and hey you listen to me; win or lose today you’re still a champ to me champ.” I smiled at my coach and thanked him. He hugged me and kissed the top of my head and said. “You ready cheetah?”

“Ready.” He patted my shoulder and I took a couple of quick breaths before racing out of the locker room and met up with the other runners competing and soon we all raced out of the tunnel and into the track field hearing the audience screaming and roaring in applause. We all went to the starting line and stretched ourselves out for the 800 meter run.

“And we see from Team Britain (Y/n) ‘the Cheetah’ Taylor has finally returned to redeem the loss Britain took from the last summer’s Olympics.” I could hear the announcers say over the speaker.

“Tom this woman truly takes the name seriously. 2 time Olympic gold medalist. Won her first Olympics at just the age of 24, and here she is to reclaim the pride for Team Britain.” I raised my first in the air and the fans for Great Britain cheered and held up signs with my name decorated with cheetah spots on them.

“LADIES! Take your marks!!” The referee called out. I lined up with the girls and crouched down on my hands and dancing at the balls of my feet. Sweat was already running down my face as the only sound I could hear was my heartbeat. I saw the ref hold out his gun that would shoot out blank bullets to sound off the call of when to begin.

I looked down at my wristbands, well my husband’s wristbands that he’s worn at most of his concerts that he given to me just for this Olympic season and I could feel his spirit with me. The timer sounded off and the ref held the gun in the air. Time stood still until finally.

BANG!!

I then took off sprinting as fast as I could with the other female runners closing in right behind me or starting to get ahead of me. The crowd applauded as loud as they could as we came to the first turn.

“And Doina Melinte from Team Romania is head of all the other racers followed by Kim Gallagher from Team USA and Fiţa Lovin of Team Romania. While in 4th place (Y/n) the “cheetah” Taylor is starting to tire out.”

“Seems like the cheetah’s been out of the game too long Marv.”

“Oh wait what’s this the Cheetah is making a comeback! She’s passing Fiţa and Kim and now she’s tied with Doina as they’re coming around the final lap!”

“Oh this could be a close one!” I wasn’t going to give up. Not here, not now I’ve worked my ass off too hard to come in fourth place. I sped up as fast as I could unleashing the real cheetah within me as I finally caught up with the Romanian runner Doina.

She and I stared at each other before trying to out run the other. The two of us neck and neck as we reached the final stretch.

“It’s gonna be a close one!” Finally the two of us crossed the finish line together and the crowd went wild. I skid to a stop as I leaned down on my knees breathing heavily and I could hear the announcers screaming over each other about who exactly won.

“Nice job kid, you ran like the cheetah I knew you always were.” Yuri said as he handed me my towel and bottled water with a straw. I drank some of the water as the replay played on the big screen as they wanted to see who exactly won. The crowd waited with anticipation as did I. I took Yuri’s hand and squeezed it as hard as I could waiting on baited, exhausted breath hoping that I won.

But in an unfortunate upset, it turned out that Doina was just an inch ahead of me at the start of the finish line so the judges had to call the winner of the 800m to Romania. I could hear the upset of the crowd and I sighed in disappointment.

“Hey, you still killed it out there cheetah. I’m proud of you.” He said as he placed his hand on my shoulder and shook it assuringly. He opened his arms out and the two of us hugged.

I then went to collect my silver medal while Doina received the gold and for the bronze it went to Fiţa. As we stood on the stands that represented our placements I turned to Doina and held my hand out to her. She looked at me and smiled softly as she shook my hand.

“Great run out there.”

“It was an honor to race against the Cheetah. You live up to your name.” she told me in her thick English-Romanian accent.

After a full day of track and field day for the Olympics and competing in the 4x100 relay race along with Simmone, Heather and Beverley I managed to at least win Great Britain the gold for that by being the last runner in the relay race. So now I had a total of 3 gold medals and one silver.

By the end of it all, I was in the locker room some of my fellow Brits congratulating me on my wins for the country and that’s when Simmone said to me.

“Oh (y/n), your fan club is here to see you in Yuri’s office.” I looked at her confused but I decided to see just what exactly she was talking about. As I opened the door to Yuri’s office that’s when Lotte and Rufus came running towards me and tackled me to the ground.

“Mum you were amazing out there!” Rufus exclaimed.

“Yeah you were going super-fast that I couldn’t even see you! You were all whoosh! And then you did a sharp turn just like the cheetah on TV did and then you won!” Lotte began ranting on. But I could hardly believe that my kids were actually here.

“Oh my lovely darlings, not that I’m not happy to see you but please tell me you two didn’t stowaway on a plane just to get to here.”

“Don’t worry, because they brought the coalition with them.” I looked toward the back door and there stood Roger along with Brian and Deacy. I couldn’t help but laugh as I now stood up with each of my children clinging onto me as Roger came up and kissed me.

“I can’t believe you came.”

“What and miss my wife’s chance at competing in the Olympics once more? I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” I smiled at him before turning to Brian and Deacy.

“I hope Roger didn’t force you guys to come see.”

“No worries love, we wanted to show our full support. You were amazing out there today.” Brian said as hugged me. I turned to Deacy who said.

“It was definitely a show worth watching, you came through for Britain today (y/n). We would’ve lost had it not been for you.” Deacy smiled at me and pecked my cheek before embracing me.

“Thank you Deacy, you too Brian. I can’t believe you all came to see this, I just…..I only wish that I had gotten the gold for the 800m. That’s always been my specialty, and I feel ashamed that you all had to see me come in second.”

“Well you shouldn’t be. You did not let any of us down. Nor did you let Britain down. You came back and fought. You had given birth to both of our children and then went right back into the deep end of training while still taking care of our cubs here. You truly were a cheetah out there today (y/n), and I am proud to call (Y/n) “the Cheetah”, my wife.” He said as he cupped my face in his calloused hands and his thumbs gently stroked my cheekbones.

He then leaned forward and kissed me passionately yet delicately. He separated from me and he whispered,

“My Cheetah queen.”

“My Lion king.” I whispered back with a smile as we kissed again.

“Must you guys always kiss? It’s disgusting.” Complained Rufus. We looked down at our boy and just laughed and that’s when Brian said as he picked up his nephew.

“One day you’ll be doing the exact same thing Rufus.”

“Hopefully you won’t be as bad as your father was though.” Piped in Deacy.

“Piss off you two!” Roger snapped.

“Okay, okay. I’m starving so how about we go out and celebrate on a long, eventful day. Plus I am craving for something I know I shouldn’t be eating but I don’t care at this rate.” Roger then picked up our daughter and we all left the office and headed out of the stadium to celebrate on my successful turnout for the Track and Field division of the Olympics.

Yeah I may have only gained one additional gold medal that day giving me a total of 3 plus a silver, but in the end I had and will always have six gold medals. Three of the actual medals from the Olympics, and the three others being my two children and husband, Roger Taylor.

Our lion and cheetah family.

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