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Lazy Lovebirds

Requested by anon ♥

→ Reader x Sehun

→ Normalverse; in which Sehun was a bit more hungry for your attention than you thought.

Word count: 1,1K


Your hands tugged and combed helplessly through your own locks, collecting and leading the strands up into something that could resemble a ponytail. The bass of your overplayed playlist was mild in your ears, pumping just enough excitement through your body to get you light on your feet and ready to do things. You took a short glance over your apartment, breathing the slightly stuffed air and sighing at the dust particles only visible in the sunlight that shone through your light curtains.

“This place-” You sigh once more, dipping your hand down into the hot water that took up the space of the bright pink bucket besides your feet, taking a hold of the cloth bathing in the strong soap before dragging it out. “really needs this.”

“I really need this.” You correct, squishing the excess water out of the cloth before getting started; wiping every furniture, every shelf and every decoration of the dust that had piled on ever since Sehun had moved in. Four months. The thought of it really disgusted you, and you really had no idea how it even happened.. but you suppose; lovebirds will be lovebirds. 

And when thinking about it, lovebird was a very fitting word to describe Sehun. Oh, also: lazy.

The first hour went by quickly; soon your living room, kitchen and bathroom was wiped free of the thick layer of dust and properly cleaned. All that was left was your bedroom, the guest room and vacuuming all the floors. You stood back up, sighing, this time more in a positive fashion. The music was playing loudly, and that might have been why you didn’t hear the outdoor, and let out a loud scream at the sudden hands around your waist. 

“Baby,” Sehun laughed. “It’s just me.”

You groaned, cheeks flushing underneath his heavy arms. “Don’t sneak up on me like that. The music was so loud, you should’ve know I didn’t hear the door.” You struggle out of his embrace, hurrying over to the bucket standing in the hallway and bringing it into the guest room. From your prior place, you can hear Sehun let out a playful, offended sound and shuffle along, hopefully into the living room to relax after his tiring day.

You giggle before yelling over the ever so loud music as you got back to cleaning; “Welcome home by the way.”


Halfway through your own bedroom, your music was abruptly turned off and the culprit stood, leaning against the wall by the door, his eyebrows furrowed. He watch intently as you wipe the surfaces, pick up yours, and his, scattered clothes off the floor and into their respective places inside of the closet.

His lingering presence was almost a bother. After promising yourself that today you would clean the apartment, make dinner, wash your dirty clothes and get everything tidy, you couldn’t have Sehun sidetracking you with his adorable pouts. Although you weren’t exactly sure what he was expecting now. You let your eyes fall on his relaxed form with slightly furrowed eyebrows.

“Sehun?” You breathe out, causing him to perk up, staying silent as an sign for you to continue.

“What are you doing?”

“Uh..” He pushes himself of the wall, eyes wavering before he shuffles out of the room. “Nothing.”

Huh, he’s so weird, you muse internally with another sigh, a light exhale before once again returning to work.


 “Princess? Y/N? Baby?”

“Yeah?” You look up from stirring the mix of vegetables in the pan, coming face to face with your famous boyfriend. His brown eyes are almost sad and his rosy lips are pouting, his cheeks lightly, almost unnoticeably, puffed out. Yet, you only grin up at him, before looking back down at the food on the stove.

“What’s up?”

He sighs adorably. “When did I come home?”

You shake your head, giggling with confusion and wonder. “I don’t know, an hour ago?”

And when you look back up at your taller boyfriend, your eyebrows again furrowed over his weird behavior and questions, he only frowns down at you with - wait, was that disappointment?

He then groans loudly, irritated and walk away, leaving you dumbfounded with only the sizzling sound of your wok and the low sound of the radio playing throughout the small kitchen. Your cheeks warm in embarrassment and irritation and you huff, turning back to watching the food.


“Baby,” Sehun groaned out loudly the very second you closed the bathroom door shut. He leans back in his kitchen chair, pushing his empty plate away from him with a light hand to signal that he was done eating. You swallowed back a sigh, feeling a little embarrassed in the way Sehun acted.

Even though you were at home, safe in the privacy of your own space and there was nobody here to see- at all, you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. You move over the newly washed floor, and grab for his plate as well as yours - only for your boyfriend’s hands to slap at the upper side of your hand. He glares up at you.

“What are you doing?”

“Don’t make me sigh for what is probably the thousandth time today, Sehun. I’m cleaning.” You grab his plate, hastily placing it over your own and walking out into your kitchen. “I’m cleaning up after you.”

“Baby, sorry.” You hear his haste apology from the kitchen and halt your actions, taking another breath, trying a short smile. You couldn’t stay angry with him for long. Never more than five minutes. “It’s okay, Sehunnie.”

“It’s just that- I wanted your attention today.” He speaks, suddenly so close to you, his arms sneaking around your waist just like earlier as you placed the plates down into the sink. You smile up at him, cheeks warming over his words.

“All day during our schedules and practices, I kept missing you a little extra. I don’t know what it was that made me such a lovebird today. I couldn’t stop talking about you to the boys and gosh- I just needed to come home to you.” He smiles warmly down at you, your calm smile, your bright eyes in his soft embrace. God, he loved you. He really, really loved you.

“Really? I’m so sorry, baby. I just needed to clean up in here, I couldn’t postpone it again. We were basically swimming in the dust.”

A shrug of his shoulders. “Yeah, I understand. But hey, you can give it to me now, right? Your attention and love, I mean, of course.”

You giggle, nodding excitedly. “I can shower you in it. And I’ll start right now; I love you.”


A/N: thank you to the anon for requesting and I hope you all enjoy! also I hope I didn’t make it too boring ahah ♥

Shape of You

Hi guys! It’s really unbelievable for me that I post my writing in english. I write in hungarian since 2012 but this is my first time to translate something to english. I hope you will enjoy it and please be gentle because my first lenguage isn’t english and tried to do my best but I don’t know if it was enough. I hope it’s okay for you! Enjoy this little thing of mine!

Also wanted to say that this story has already two parts but only the first one is translated and If you liked this one just let me know and I translate the other one too! I really appreciate the feedback! Thanks!

Ps.: This first part is quite a personal one because the girl’s thoughts are my real thoughts and I am currently in the same situation as her… I just began my journey but I’m really enjoying it! Hope you don’t mind I wrote about it!

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader

Word count: 4404

Summary: Going to the gym have become an addiction to our reader. But it was a good one because she needed this. She wanted to get back her body, the control of it. She needed this… and one day when she had almost quit… she met someone.

Inspiration: When I first heard the song I was already in love with it… but when I saw the video… it was my ultimate motivation. I knew I had to write about it!

Please let me know what you think after reading this part! THANK YOU!

I knew this wouldn’t be easy but I also knew that I had done it before so I can and I will do it again. But this time with more insistence and more presence of mind. I have never been a skinny girl I was more a curvy one or even bigger than that. During my high school years I lost 45 pounds but after that I didn’t pay much attention to my meals and workouts so what I had lost then… I got it back. Even if I was healthy I didn’t felt good in my own skin.  I wasn’t mad at myself because I knew that I can do it again and now I have the real willpower and self-disclipne that will help me. When I started this again I knew that I needed this kind of constancy in my life. This was the only stable point in my days: going to the gym, every single day.

I don’t say that every single day I had the motivation and the smile on my face when I hit the treadmill or anything else in the gym but I knew it then and I know it now too that whenever I am able to do even a 20 minutes workout it’s more than nothing. I can do it, I can do it… it was my mantra.

I was spending my third year at the NYU. Before I lived in a little town but I always loved the spirit of New York and I really needed a change after my years at high school. I had to get out that ambience, that town because I felt I was choking there and that it was poisoning me constantly. My so-called friends, my family… everything made me want to leave.

This all happened 3 years ago. I had my own ups and downs but I always thought about myself as a positive girl, so when I had enough of the poison I decided to put myself first and get the control of my body back.

This decision was made 4 months ago after I got back to New York from my trip to my hometown where I had my worst days of my life… I felt really hopeless and I knew if I don’t figure it out soon how to get rid of this stress… it could end really bad.

During the last 4 months the gym, my workouts were my refuges and some kind of addiction but my body was really thankful for that. I really changed my lifestyle, I was on a quite strict diet but it was worth it (I needed that change because the things I was eating… was all trash).  Just after the end of my 4th month in the gym I checked my weight on the bathroom scales. 23 pounds were gone. I am not really a scale person because I don’t believe in numbers but this time it made me really happy… like I felt I could fly.

When I started all this and I was searching for a gym the most important thing for me was to find one that is not so popular. I don’t have problems with dealing with people I think I am a really friendly person I just wanted a real quiet place that was all. All I wanted that was to focus on myself and not anybody else.

As the days and months passed I worked up my own routine. When I got out of the dressing-room I put my headpones on and shut out the world. Sometimes I lost myself so much in the music that I started to dance or even sing a little bit. I didn’t care, other people opinion never bothered me. I did this for myself and this was the most important thing for me. It was my mission.

But today didn’t started the way I wanted and the problem wasn’t even that it was Monday. When I woke up I felt that I have zero motivation and I don’t want to get out of the bed… for a week. At least. I had no strenght and no humour. I was thinking about quitting this whole damn thing.

- You still here? – my roommate entered in my room with so much noise that if I would have been sleeping she would have woken me up. But I was not sleeping at all.

- As you can see. – I waved her then let my arm fall back to the pillows. I didn’t want to move at all.

- By this time… you usually are at the gym already… aren’t you? – she asked me and I pulled my cover to my face. I just couldn’t imagine that I would get out of this bed today.

- Hmmm… I have literally no motivation for life today. – I said and took my pillow to my face and screamed into it. I did not really know where I wanted to be.

- My darling… you are the one who finished her exams already and not me… I had 4 more to go… you have plenty of time doing whatever you want and I know that the gym became an obsession of yours these days and you don’t like to skip your workouts so… better get yourself together and get out of this bed. Anyway… I brought you some breakfast!- she said and she waited until I sticked out my head from under my pillow.

- Ohh… that’s so thoughtful!- I smiled at her and took my shaker from her hand. – You shouldn’t have… - I shook my head while I had my first sip, it was my favorite: strawberry-banana-milkshake. I rubbed my eyes once or twice and tried to believe that I don’t have bags under them. I knew I looked terrible… like somone who hasn’t slept the last few days… and it was only Monday.

- I would do anything instead of stuDYING… you can believe me… I was thinking about cleaning the windows… - she said with a disgusted face. It was quite a funny face… for me.

- When do have your exams today? – I asked her.

- One at  1 pm and the other one at 4 pm. – she replied and I saw that she is about to die. If she was thinking about cleaning the windows… she was really dying.

- Until that… you have plenty of time to clean the windows… - I said and I started to laugh and she inmediatly joined me. This is what friends are for… to make each other laugh. To make each other life better.

I knew that she don’t usually study on the day of the exams so she made herself other mission… and it was: motivating me. She got out of my bed, took my laptop and made a motivation playlist on my iTunes and even started to dance and asked me to do that too. And the mission was completed… when Shake it off by Taylor Swift came on… I couldn’t hold back my moves.

After our morning dance session I had enough motivation to leave our dormitory but when I arrived to the gym it was all gone. The gym stepper broke when I was at it and I almost fell of the treadmill… and my phone didn’t just almost fall. It really fell. I was so misarable I wanted to die.

- Is everything okay? – a familiar voice asked me when I was sitting on the floor trying to put my mobile back together. Just like a puzzle.

- Mmmm… sure… - I nodded and when I looked up to see who this unknown familiar guy was I almost had an heart attack. Like a real one… because the guy who stood next to me was Sebastian Stan.

- I’m glad to hear that. – he smiled and pulled back his baseball cap while wiping away his sweat from his forehead then he got on the treadmill next to me and continued this plan. Nobody bothered to ask me while I was almost crying on the floor… only he did this.

I thought that I should do the same thing but before that I had to stay alive… like I just had an inner heart attack. Sebastian f*cking Stan was in the same gym as I was. He could choose any fancy gyms in New York but he choose this one. What were the chances? My soul tumbled one and I just hoped really really strongly that my feelings were not on my face… just inside of me… in my mind.

After a few minutes I got up and looked in the mirror. There wasn’t anything strange on my face so I calmed down… I kept it cool and least I tried. I decided to get back on the treadmill but this time the only free one was the one next to Sebastian. I couldn’t believe it. I tried act normal and beside the first few minutes when I looked like a ghost I succeeded to focus on my cardio. Slowly my face turned quite red and started to sweat like a pig but somehow I liked it even if it was disgusting. I didn’t even realise that I spent more time on the treadmill than I usually did. Maybe the man next to me or his smile that I sometimes saw in the mirror kept me going. He was like a walking motivation.

I didn’t know that I will have ever a day quite like monday was but I didn’t care. I saw Sebastian Stan when I had no motivation and without even a word he helped me that rough time of mine. It was all magic I knew… even only with his presence he was capable to do this. That week I didn’t skipp not even once my workouts and I tried to do my best and even better than that. Maybe the reason of my energy was the fact that Seb returned to the gym every single day on that week. We didn’t speak at all. I didn’t have the courage and I kept the distance but sometimes I secretly looked in his way and what I saw always kept me going. His presence kept me going and thanks to him I didn’t give up.

May or may not I liked him a little… a more than a little. He was an amazing person, a talented actor and he was so down to earth. Sometimes the world of tumblr sucked me up and every single time I had to realise that this man can not be real, he had to be something supernatural.

I never deny that I am part of a generation with my twenty something years where the people live in a relationship with their phone. When I don’t have company I am usually on one of my social websites because I like these things. It’s really interesting that these sites help me a lot because everytime I see a post from one of my favorite artist, musician, actor who captured their time in gym or something like this it motivates me because I see that they are in the same situation as I am and for their health they have to do something too. They are real people just like us. It was a common point in our life. They knew that it was important what they communicate to the people, to their fans and their words, their actions, pictures could mean the world to someone, they really have the power to motivate a lot of people. This happened to me too.

I didn’t know what to hope… maybe that Seb was planning to move into the gym but this didn’t happened. After that miracle week he never showed up again. I expected that this was going to happen because I knew that he is an actor and he travels a lot because of the shootings but it happened too fast… I needed his presence. Maybe it was a silly thing of mine but I didn’t care but I also knew that the show must go on.

I kept his memory in my mind and everytime I felt bad and reminded myself that he was here and what a lucky girl I am that I shared with him the gym.

The next 4 months easily flew away and we were already in the middle of may. These days I was the happiest girl in the entire world because I finally reached my body goal. Like in the t-shirt that I brought to my first workout session I would fit like 4 times. This time I loved my body like never before. I felt really healthy and strong. I felt like I can beat anything and I can face everything. The best part of it was that I had to change almost my full closet because my clothes were to baggy. I loved this feeling.

- Even if the windows are open… this gym is like hell. I felt like I am next to Satan. I could blow up outside. – two girls walked in the dressing room when I was dressing up. – Hi. – they saluted me.

- Hi. – I said back and I decided hearing them that this time I won’t keep any t-shirt on myself and I put away my leggins too. It was my bravest outfit here… like ever. But I felt really confident about myself so wanted to surprise myself a bit so I just got a sports bra and a really short short.

After I finished my spring exams I was happily headed to the gym like I was dancing while stepping in here. I was so happy with everything that I could not imagine anything that could make this even better.

- Y/N… right? – just before I stepped outside one of the girls from before said my name. I inmediatly turned my way back to them.

-Right. – I nodded I tried to figure it out what they wanted from me while I was smiling so hard I couldn’t believe that that didn’t hurt me.

- You are unbelievable… the body you achieved… your transformation… wow. – one of them said and hearing this from strangers was one of the best thing in the world.

- Just a few weeks ago I started watching your workouts and all I can say is that even watching you I get exhausted… - the other one said this and started to laugh.

- Your are a real pro… We just saw your transformation picture on the wall. Congrats on that! – the blonde one said this and I didn’t really get what she was talking about. I thought that I was mistaken for someone else.

- Ohh… you didn’t know… - they were really surprised. – You should check it out… - they said and saying a quick goodbye I headed to the desk where I knew I could see what they are talking about.

And they were not lying. I was really on the motivation/transformation wall. I almost started crying because of my happiness. Seeing my before-after picture was surreal. 50 pounds minus.

- Wow… - all I could say was this.

- Ohh… Y/N. – the girl behind the desk just noticed that I was here. – I hope you are not mad that we put your picture out here without asking you… but we needed a freshening and we thought about you last night with the other girls so… We hope you don’t mind… If you do we can take it off right know. – she said but I shook my head. I was so moved by this and instantly felt so much energy in my body that I thought I was gonna explode… because of happiness of course.

- Don’t worry at all. All I can say is… thank you. It means a lot to me. – I smiled at her and almost flew to the mirrors where I warmed up my body for my running time. I felt like I could run the marathon.

Even after my long time on the treadmill my smile still was on my face. It was really permanent. I was so happy with the picture I saw in the mirror. I was kinda proud of myself.

When I jumped off the treadmill and started to stretch my legs someone from behind me touched me legs and I almost fell down. I only did it almost because this someone helped me avoid the falling with his body. And he not just helped me not to meet with the ground but he helped me stretch. My right leg was put next to my head on the wall.

- I hope you don’t mind… - he said getting even closer to my back and felt real goosebumps on every part of body. EVERY DAMN PART.

If I said that this place was hell before now… it was hell multiplied by infinity. I was about to start burning.

- Ohmmm… nope. – I muttered with a shaking voice and slowly let my leg down and turned around just to do the same thing with my other leg but this time I had to face him. I had to face Sebastian. He was here. He was back. Specifically right next to my body. I even forgot to get a heart attack.

- I saw you arriving… I couldn’t believe my eyes. – he explained and without any hesitation he helped me strechted my other leg and arm. – You did a really amazing job with your body. – he looked at me up and down with a real big smile. I think my face got a new shade of red while he was doing this. – Ohh… I am so rude… I didn’t even introduced myself… Sebastian Stan. - he said and lent his hand to mine. When our hands touched I almost died inside. I didn’t know what was happening to me. My body have go to an unknown place.

- Y/N. – I said quitely and closed my eyes. I was certain about that one of my nightmares became reality and I fell one of the weights on my head and I was already black-out. This could not happen.

- It’s kinda cute when you blush… - he said and smiled at me. When I opened my eyes he were still there. In front of me.

- I just trying to get my lungs back. – I explained and I didn’t really know what to do now… like run away or something?

- By chance… do you want to stretch with me a little more and after that workout together. I just got back to the city yesterday and my workout buddies aren’t here yet. – he asked me smiling and… I almost died. Almost died inside. How supposed to answer to that? Is there somebody who could say no to this?

- Ohmmm… - I couldn’t find the right words. I didn’t even now where my head is.

- Oh God… Shit… I didn’t want to scare you. – he smiled at me shyly and ran his fingers through his freshly cut hair. When he was here months before he had much longer hair but it was all gone. – I just really find you an inspirational person… I saw your picture on the wall and wow… you are quite amazing. What a strength, a real commitment! – he admitted and in that moment I didn’t really know that I wanted… to put myself in the ground or go to heaven inmediatly.

- Me? Inspirational? – I started to laugh like a little kid. It was really awkward. – You were the one that helped me no to stop this whole thing… when you appeared here months before I was about to quit the whole thing… and you gave me so much energy… you could not believe. – when I started to say these things I inmediatly regreted it.– Oh Jesus Christ…I just talked too much.  I am so sorry… I didn’t… - shook my head, picked up my towel and my water and just wanted to go as far from here as much I could. – I’m such an idiot. – I told myself when I felt fingers around me wrist.

- Just slow down a little bit… - he span me a little just to face him… this time I met his body again. His chest. I thought that I could not be in a more awkward situation… I was wrong. - … so you remembered me? You were thinking about me? – in his words I heard his smile that was on his face. I coulnd’t look at him, I was so scared.

- I think I just gave myself away… - muttered myself quitly and I didn’t know which situation was worse… the one I was currently in where I only could see his sculpted body because of the sweat that soaked his t-shirt or the other one (which didn’t happened yet) where I looked into his eyes. I was out of control. I knew that my workout for today was over because if I would done anything after this I would probably die… at least.

- Good… because you were on my mind a lot while I was away… it was a really long 4 months… really, really long.  – when he said this I started to laugh. This could not happen, I thought. – What is so funny? – he asked and I don’t know how he made me look into his eyes. It was all magic.

- This is unbelievable… the biggest lie on the planet. – I rolled my eyes still laughing.

- You think I’m lying? – he didn’t get my reaction.

- Or you just bumped your head somewhere. – I told him a much more realistic explanation.

- A-a… - he shook his head and put his fingers in his hair. – It’s quite unbelievable that you don’t believe me… and now… I will convince you that I would never lie to you… never. –he said and pulled my hand in his and started to go to that separeted part of the gym where all the mattresses, boxing bagges and these type of stuff were.

- I am done for today. – I was so glad that he finally stopped.

- Now… I know that you are lying.  – he said and I think he thought that he knows everything. He was quite confident now but it was rare… not because he wouldn’t had reason to be but this was different.

- I changed. People change. – I said back and I shocked myself too that I was this fast at feedback.

- Nice try. – he said and pulled off the towel from my hand and first he looked and the ground than at me… and he repeated this a few times.

- You don’t usually give up… don’t you? – I asked him. I was a really headstrong girl and not even a bit naiv or stupid. I always knew when something was a lie.

- I know that you don’t want me to give up… I know it well. – he said with such a confidence that I started to laugh… again. – I’m glad that I can make laugh a beautiful girl like you. – he said and then I was really shocked. People don’t usually say this kind of things to me. Especially not men…. or when they do they make it as a joke. They don’t know the real meaning of the word, its weight. Sometimes I think about myself as a beautiful girl… but only in my head. I don’t usually say it out loud.

- If I am willing to be you workout buddy… will you shut up? – I proposed an option that surprised me as well. I should’ve gone already… what the hell am I doing right now?

- Maybe… - he thought about it a bit with a childish smile and before I fell to to ground because of my heart attack I sat down without getting any injury. He just wanted to stretch a bit and  do a workout. I can make that. I tought. - … don’t panic… it’s just me… - he went to my back and put his hand on my lower part and started to pull me forwards carefully.

- Ohh… - the sound that left my mouth was not for this place. – Ohhh… - I couldn’t hold it back. He continued what he was doing and it felt amazing. I felt my muscles calm down even the ones that I had no idea that existed.

- Tranquilly… just let it out… - he whispered this in my ear and I couldn’t do anything but oblige him. It was quite pornographic… I mean the sounds were. When he disappeared from behind me I almost cried out loud. Maybe not just almost. I will dig myself to the ground. I knew it. – Take it easy… I’m right here. – he said and I inmediatly knew he was in front of me. He sat down, straddled just like me, got my hands and pulled me forward for his way. I had to bite my lips not to cry out load. It was again that phornographic sound… and feeling. After a few moments I did the same with him and he let it out the same sounds. I blushed. There was a moment where I thought that what would it be like to pull his body to mine… just to cover me. I had to wake up from this dream.

- Do you want to try something new? Do you trust me? – he asked and when he stood up he helped me to get up too. His touch made me almost die. I will not survive this day.

- I am all yours. – spread my arms and when I realised what I just said I had to turn him my back and get a deep breath. Can I just disappear right now? – Can we just forget what I said? – said to him when I was facing him again. I really hoped that he would say yes.

- Nope… - he shook his head frimly and his lips formed a really wild smile.

- Excuse me… what?

- Not just we will not forget this… but I will remind you again… and again… and again… that you are all mine… all mine

[ a/n: my contribution to day 1 of @klangst-week is a bit late! but without further ado, here it is! ] 

title: ghosting
words: 3,080
prompt: unrequited pining/unrequited love
rating/genre: T for language, angst


This must be what survival feels like, Keith thinks. Like ragged breathing and thrashing around to no avail, bruises blooming and cuts stinging. It must be what it feels like to tread water for hours or to feel smoke, thick and chalky in your chest, before you suffocate. And somehow it’s satisfying. Somehow the distraction is worth the fire spreading through his lungs and the swollen stiffness setting in his limbs. But then he’s thrown against the floor again, collapsing ungracefully, and it feels like the knobs in his spine are grinding against each other.

His jaw clenches as he loosens his grip on his sword. There’s a soreness coiled tight in his knuckles that he’s just now deciding to acknowledge. Making it to level seven should feel like an accomplishment, but he put his mind on autopilot halfway through level four.

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Love Triangle

Warnings: Fainting, Strong language

“It’s four in the morning and all I can think about is how happy I am when I’m with you.”

 

You danced around their kitchen singing your favorite song off key, waiting for the pancake to cook so you could flip it. Grayson had given you one of his hoodies to wear so you didn’t spill anything on your top. The hoodie was too big for you, stopping at the middle of your thighs.

“Y/n, when is dinner going to be ready?” Ethan whined from the living room. Rolling your eyes, you continue to dance; ignoring his cries from the other room. You flipped the pancake when it looked perfectly golden.

You sang and danced until the last pancake was done. “Dolans! Dinner is ready!” You hollered, immediately followed by the boys fumbling into the dining room. They sat down at the table as you placed their plates in front of them.

You noticed Grayson staring at you, a cute smile upon his lips. “You’re so pretty, Y/n.” He sighed, still smiling. Your cheeks turned bright pink and you quickly looked away.

“Thank you, Gray.” You muttered, sitting down between the twins. The air felt insanely thick as you watched the Ethan stare at Grayson, a look of anger plastered on his face. “What’s going on, Eth?” You questioned, placing your hand on his. His face eased up a bit as he took a deep breath.

“I like you, Y/n.” Grayson blurted and your eyes widened.

“What the fuck, Gray?” Ethan yelled, pushing his chair away from the table. “I literally just told you I like her!” You sat there frozen, unable to move at all.

“I liked her first!” Grayson retorted, standing as well. Your heart was beating a mile a minute and you were sure your cheeks were firetruck red. Two of the most gorgeous boys you knew were fighting over you.

“It doesn’t matter! You shouldn’t have fucking said anything, Grayson. What the hell happened to bro code?” Ethan stepped towards Grayson, cracking his knuckles. You sucked in a deep breath and stood, finally snapping out of your shocked state.

“Stop! Both of you! Just stop it!” But they didn’t, they weren’t paying any attention to you. They were screaming in each other’s faces. You tried to break them apart, but nothing was working. Suddenly, the room began to spin and you felt hot. “Guys?” You whispered before everything went black and you fell to the floor.

“Y/n?” They asked in unison, running to aid you.

“Look what you fucking did, Ethan!” Grayson yelled, grabbing your hand.

“Me? What did I do?!” He sat down, placing your head in his lap. “Get some cold water, Grayson.” He ordered his brother. Grayson grabbed a bottle of water and handed it to Ethan.

He poured a little water onto your face, receiving an almost immediate reaction.

Your eyes opened and you began to heavily pant. “What happened?” You asked, wiping your face with the sleeve of Gray’s hoodie. Ethan explained what happened as the memories hit you in the face like a ton of bricks. Your cheeks reddened again. You stood quickly, needing to leave.

You grabbed your purse and headed for the door, and before either of them knew what you were doing, you were gone. “Way to go, Grayson, you scared her away.” Ethan shook his head.

Grayson scoffed, “Me?”

“You’re the one who told her.”

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You laid in bed for hours after you arrived home; thinking about the events that occurred just hours before. You tried sleeping, but your thoughts kept you up. Before you knew it, it was already four in the morning.

“Why did they do this?” You mumbled into the darkness of your room. The twins had been your best friends for over two years, and sure, you may or may not have had a tiny crush on one of them. Okay, definitely not tiny.

You hadn’t talked to either of them since you ran out of their place. You were grateful that they hadn’t tried to contact you; you needed a little time to think.

You were pulled from your thoughts by the sound of your phone buzzing. Who would be texting you at this hour?

Grayson: It’s four in the morning and all I can think about is how happy I am when I’m with you.

You smiled at the message before clicking the call button. It rang a few times before he answered.

“Hi.” He whispered. Your heart fluttered.

“Hi,” You repeated. “What’re you doing up?”

“I needed to talk to you, Y/n. Will you let me in?”

“What? You’re here?” You heard shuffling on his end of the phone, then a few knocks on your front door. You climbed out of bed and made your way to the front door, phone still pressed against your ear. Looking through the peephole, you smiled. Grayson stood there grinning as he held his phone to his ear.

Unlocking and opening the door, you ended the call. He did the same, placing the phone in his sweatpants pocket. He pulled you into a tight hug, sighing as he did so. “I really like you, Y/n. And I know you like me too, or we wouldn’t be doing this right now. You wouldn’t have let me in.”

“What if I was asleep when you sent that text? Would you have waited until I woke up?” Your question was mainly asked as a joke, but part of you really wanted to know.

“I would have waited. I would wait the rest of my life for you.” You pulled away from him, looking into his eyes. He slowly leaned in, connecting your lips. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling yourself closer to him; wanting to be as close to him as possible.

He pulled away moments later, resting his forehead on yours. “I knew you liked me.” He smirked and you giggled.

“You’re right, Grayson. I do.” He smiled, kissing you on your forehead. “Come lay with me, maybe we’ll finally be able to sleep.”

You fell asleep almost immediately. Your breathing had slowed as you dozed off into a deep sleep. “Goodnight, Y/n. Sweet dreams.” Grayson kissed your cheek just before falling asleep himself.

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Thank you @grethansdolans for helping me with this! Probably wouldn’t have done it without you!

Awake and Alive_ El Diablo x Reader

Anon asked:

Hiii, so I’m feeling kinda down in the dumps and reading your Diablo drabbles always makes me feel better. Can I request a Diablo fic in which Diablo survives the explosion but the reader (who was also part of the squad) doesn’t know so she continues to live her life thinking that Chato is dead until months later when Chato finds her relocated in a new apartment that Waller set up for her. Can lead to slight nsfw (not too hardcore tho, I honestly can’t handle that stuff) thank you love.

Jenn’s Note: I hope I did this justice, because I’m honestly really proud of it. Hope this helps you feel better. Love you sugar cube. Also reader isn’t a squad member because I felt it worked better

Word count: 1014

Warnings: Spoilers, character death, fluff.

Disclaimers: Gif and characters not mine.

Originally posted by lornahs

In Greek mythology it is believed that humans were original created with two faces, four arms and four legs. Zeus believed they were too powerful and split them in half. He doomed this new species to spend their lifetimes searching for their other half, but sometimes they did find this soulmate, in spite of the damnation of the gods.

When Y/N met Chato, she believed he was her destined other half. This was regardless of Waller’s need for a ‘handler’ for the pyrokinetic, she had something real with the broken man and he with her. Fuck, they loved each other more than words could describe, but even that could only last for so long. When Y/N’s other half sacrificed himself for the destruction of the being ‘Incubus’, she was devastated. She felt empty without the warm arm around her waist and his slightly ominous presence at her side, protecting her, loving her. When he made the decision that martyrdom was the only option left, anyone could see the look of pure agony on Colonel Y/N’s face. With a scream of protest and a wave of fire, he was gone, leaving nothing to bury.

The battle ended and Y/N shut down hard, eating, drinking and sleeping only as much as was needed to function. Bless Flag for convincing Waller to let her grieve, even going so far as to get her an apartment, ensuring she was taken care of. So grieve she did, for a month she wallowed in sorrow and pain. As month two rolled around and her tears dried up and she started waking up, reanimating to an emptier world. As the third month rolled around she pulled herself up by her bootstraps and got back to work. She was dimmer than her past self but she was up again, in the world. That was, until a knock at the door ripped everything she had built to shreds once again.

“Coming.” Y/N called. Her soldier like gait thumped against the floor boards as she habitually checked for the gun on her belt. The chain lock caught the door at an inch. Her breath froze in her throat. Even with only a sliver of a view she recognized the Hillsider’s jacket. The door slammed closed and her shaky fingers unlocked the door before it swung open, denting the drywall.

Standing in the hallway was her other half. The warm arm around her waist, the ominous presence that made her feel safe. Standing in her hallway was Chato Santana. He looked at her with all the adoration and pain in his heart, still not sure what to do now that he was actually here. It didn’t matter if he didn’t consciously know because his instincts covered for him. They loved each other so much that in all the time they had been apart the pair were still in perfect sync as they surged forward into each other’s arms. Y/N grasped onto him tightly, convincing herself that he was real and alive. Her fingers curled into his jacked, breathing in the almost forgotten sent of smoke and subtle cologne.

“You ain’t easy to find, Novia.” He whispered softly. Her soft hair tickled the side of his face and that alone almost made him break down, right there.

She choked up not able to say more than his name.

I know, I know. I’m so sorry amor.” His hands cradled the back of her neck as he pulled away to look at the face he could never stop loving. Tears streamed down her face and she gave a hiccup of and immeasurably relieved and grateful laugh.

“You-you died. There was n-nothing. I watched you b-blow yourself up.”  She whispered.

“I don’t know. I got no idea.” He said, eyes glassy.

“I-it doesn’t matter.” Y/N’s knees grew weak, unexpectedly bringing the pair to the floor. “God, you’re such a dumbass, don’t you ever pull something like th-that again. I thought y-you were dead.” She pressed an innumerable many kisses all over his now tear streaked face. Nose, forehead, cheeks and chin. Anywhere she possibly could.

“Si, si. Of course.” He replied, eyes closing as he rested his forehead against hers and then…

And the he kissed her, or… she kissed him? It didn’t matter really. What was really important was how charged with emotions it was. The emotions behind every tear she had shed since the tragedy of Midway City, every emotion Chato had felt since he woke up scorched and alone in a debris filled alley. Charged with a priceless happiness of two souls reuniting after months of grief. What was also important, was how, in being apart for so long, they were able to notice every little thing. Everything form the subtle taste of salt to the rough feel of his chapped lips, become to the perfect, practically choreographed movements of their lips, as if he had never left.

Maybe Zeus, or whatever entity looked down on them, had taken pity on these two and allowed them to be reunited or maybe it was something else entirely. When Y/N pulled away to look at her love though, it really didn’t matter. He was back, her devil was back in her arms where he belonged and his angel was back in his own. His deep brown, almost black eyes looked into hers and she smiled, sighing.

“You look absolutely terrible love… You’re going to take a shower and a nap, and then tell me everything.” She whispered, wiping the tears from under his black rimmed eyes. Eyes with sleepless bags underneath, obvious despite the ink.

He nodded, chuckling that she was already back to her normal, jokingly demanding ways. Warm calloused thumbs wiped away the last of her tears before he answered. “You ain’t looking so great either, mi amor. I think you should join me.” Chato helped her from the floor, barley letting her go for a second.

When the door clicked closed behind them it wasn’t a door closing, something ending. No, it was something just beginning again. They were awake and alive once again.

Slutet!

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Part 1: Imagine Jacob trying to keep you from seeing Paul kissing another girl.


You hid in the attic of the Black house, no one knew you came there when you needed peace. But you were wrong, Jacob Black knew almost everything about you. He took the time to find out, unlike Paul. Paul made you feel alive because he’d always get in some sort of trouble, but Jacob just made you feel comfortable on a whole new level.

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“Can You Let Your Baby Be My Girl?” [Stiles Stilinski Pt. 1]

THIS IMAGINE WAS INSPIRED BY THE SONG SINGLE BY THE NEIGHBOURHOOD  AND I JUST HAD TO WRITE IT. PLEASE LISTEN TO IT BEFORE AND MAYBE DURING THESE IMAGINES TRUST ME.

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This imagine is a major au all together, compulsion of memory loss is involved. In which alphas can compel people and betas. So many more things are written that didn’t happen in the show. For example Derek is still an alpha here.

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“Dad, you cannot change fate. I’m in love with him.” Your voice got warmer as a tear was already sliding your cheek. 

“QUIET Y/N!” Derek yelled at you. 

“Stiles nearly killed you! And you’re defending him? What would your mother Paige say?” 

“I don’t know what she would say because she’s not here!”  As If  teen pregnancy wasn’t bad enough back then, your mother also had to get bitten after you were born which led her to death.

“And that’s exactly why I have to do this. I don’t want you to get involved with this.”

“B-but dad Stiles didn’t try to kill me it was void-” 

“ENOUGH!”

“Void is dead now.” More watery reflections built up in your eyes. It was useless, no matter what you said would change his mind but you had to try.

“And Allison along with him, which could’ve easily been you.” 

Stiles was watching the whole conversation silently, his eyes only dared to look at the floor as if he was ashamed of something.

 “You’re sixteen, and he’s almost out of high school. It’s for the best.”

“Y/N, Derek’s right.”

You turned around not believing the words coming out of your boyfriend’s mouth. What was he saying? Is everything between you over?

“I don’t want you to get hurt.” A tear escaped him as he quickly wiped it off to cover it up but you could still hear the pain in his voice.

 “Derek, make us forget.”

“No! That’s crazy make us forget we ever loved each other? Dad! Don’t do this! Please.” You begged mentally screaming inside wishing someone could stop this. 

But the person that could try, gave up. Stiles wasn’t doing anything. If Stiles maybe hid away from Derek which left him at least with his memories, he could tell you them. 

But no. He’d rather let this happen. You soon felt Derek grab you carefully not letting you look away from his eyes. 

The thought of Stiles went blank.

Moments later, his thoughts of you were gone too.

Derek threatened Scott and the rest to not say a single word. They also agreed their lifestyle was too dangerous for you even if you were a beta.

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Weeks later soon passed. Ever since the oni killed Allison you felt sort of empty. And it wasn’t because of her. You were close with her and you were still grieving her like a normal person would after losing their friend. But there was something else. As if that day took something from you but you didn’t know what. 

It was a missing piece of a puzzle you couldn’t solve. Was it because you disconnected from the pack? You didn’t feel like talking to no one after Allison’s death so you shut down. It’s not as if your dad would allow you either.

But something was telling you that wasn’t it at all. That’s why you were going party after party. Dancing to whatever beat the song had.

In this particular night, Your hips shook losely like they’ve never done before. They moved like a belly dancer’s did. Swaying them side to side as you caught sight of the boy who you shared mutual friends with but never actually talked to.

His eyes were fully captured on you, one look and you felt everything around you blur. Something churned in your stomach but you weren’t sure what it was.

“Why is that girl at every party we go to. Wasn’t she one of Allison’s friends?” The brown haired boy spoke to Scott.

Your attention was now fully on them wanting to listen to what the silly attractive one said next. 

“She’s so-

“-Derek’s daughter.” Scott finished for him.

“That’s Derek’s daughter? No wonder he never introduced her to u-”

“Stiles!” Scott interrupted him once again. You were annoyed, you wanted to know what that supposedly Stiles guy was saying. He was really something, just by looking at him the sudden feeling of emptiness was gone. It was as if shocking excitement hit you. It’s that pit in your stomach you feel when you’re going down in a rollercoaster.

“You need to listen to me, you can’t go near her. She’s two years younger and you know Derek would beat the crap out of you.” Scott’s protective side came out, of course. Your eyes rolled the furthest back they could. If it wasn’t Derek, it was Scott.

“Don’t worry I won’t.” You couldn’t help but frown. He couldn’t go near you? Well that didn’t mean you couldn’t go near him. You smirked as you slowly walked towards their direction.

“Scott why is she coming over?” Stiles felt a happy rush inside him when he saw you coming to them. 

“Because she probably heard us.” Scott sighed, as he cursed himself.

“She’s a wolf, it’s in her background of course.” Scott told him as Stiles gasped not knowing what to do. He felt embarrassed to say the least. You have heard everything.

“Scott!” You hugged him. Stiles didn’t know what was going on. He didn’t even know both of you knew each other since you broke contact with him.  You could tell he was very confused.

“I missed you.” He said as you hugged him tighter. Soon, you broke apart from Scott as your eyes averted to him. He stared at you with sweet admiration as his lips slowly formed a smile. The sudden feeling of wanting to embrace the stranger hit you. 

So you did. He didn’t do much at first until he embraced you back. His touch made you feel so safe, you wanted nothing more than to stay in this position. What was it about him that made you crave his warmth? 

He felt the same, he wanted to stay like this forever without disturbance, he didn’t know why he felt such a thing but it felt amazing. Scott was watching with guilt as he saw past lovers hugging each other without even knowing it.

You were never one to develop a crush on someone so fast, how was it so easy with him? 

“Hi, sorry, I always greet people with hugs.” You pulled away because you had to. The hug was starting to last longer than the one with Scott’s did. 

“You never greet strangers with hugs.” Scott said obliviously causing you to blush in embarrassment, but you ignored his comment hoping Stiles would too.

“I’m Y/N.”

“I loved your greeting, I’m Stiles.”

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Part two will be probably longer! I just needed to get this started!

She Looks Like Her Daddy Part 2

Prompt: Reader dated Captain Boomerang (George ‘Digger’ Harkness) years ago before his thieving days –They break up, she comes to America to start over only to find out she is pregnant.  

Pairing: Digger Harkness X Reader

Warning:  Cursing, flashbacks, angst, and some serious feels

Here is PART 1, PART 3, PART 4 , PART 4 ½, and PART 5

Originally posted by darkseicl

“She’s a perfect baby girl.” The doctor told both you and your mother as she finished washing the infant, wrapping her in a blanket, and placing her in your arms. Looking down at this perfect bundle brought tears to your eyes. Chubby pink cheeks and a big head with a little blonde hair growing in. 

“I wish Digger was here to see this…” 

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Touken Fic: It’s coffee again

Prompt: Nishiki teasing Touken as Kaneki tries to help around re:

Requested by anon

Title: Its coffee again

Guys if you are reading this fic, listen to this korean song, its beautiful! Hello by Sunbee

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The cafe was closed, but everyone was working. In the far corner, Nishio-senpai was cleaning the book shelf while Ayato was busy trying to clean the table tops with a sour expression on his face. Yomo-san was writing something at the counter and she was cleaning the floor, wearing her re: uniform.

That uniform looked nice, it was different from the ones they wore at Antieku. But it strangely made his nostalgic. Just like everything about her did. After that thought came, he mentally slapped himself.

‘’Why are you here?’’ It was Ayato who first saw him,

He scratched the back of his neck and offered a sheepish smile, feeling her gaze on him, ‘’I wanted to come and help around.’’

Ayato walked over to him and handed him the cloth, ‘’Sure, you can help.’’

‘’And where are you going?’’ Touka asked her brother, not looking pleased,

‘’I’ve been cleaning since an hour now, I need a break.’’ Before she could say more, he ducked and left, leaving him with the cloth.

‘’Its okay’’ he assured her, ‘’I’m happy to help you.’’

‘’Are you sure its not an excuse to be here?’’ Both of them looked at Nishiki who had his back turned to them and then exchanged a brief glance before looking away quickly. He began to assure himself that Nishiki was just joking around like always, but when he bent down and began to clean, he couldn’t help but glance at her.

She was wiping the floor with the mop and stray locks of her hair kept falling over her forehead. It was irritating her, he could tell by the way she kept pushing them back. His fingers flexed and he wanted to reach out and brush them aside from her forehead. Instead he let the thought died and focused on working.

‘’You keep leaving dust on the surface, did you forget how to clean?’’ It was Nishiki who pointed it out.

‘’Oh’’ He noticed it too, the table was not cleaned properly, ‘’I’ll wipe it harder.’’

‘’Yeah, we can’t let the manager get mad at us.’’

‘’Shut up four eyes!’’ Touka retorted,

He resumed his work and cleaned it all. It wasn’t that good and he wondered as well if he had forgot everything he learned from Anteiku. He dumped the cloth in a small bucket beside the tables and cleaned his hands by rubbing them against each other. Touka was still moping the floor, he walked towards her to take the broom from her.

‘’Should I do it?’’ He asked and his hand brushed hers on the stick. A gaze transpired between them.

‘’I’m almost done.’’ She replied, taking a step back from him,

‘’I know you wanna help manager the most but why don’t you make us coffee instead?’’ Nishiki said, he looked a little frustrated from working as well.

‘’Um, can I?’’ He was asking her,

‘’Sure’’ He washed his hands and went towards the counter. Yomo san gave me a cup and the coffee. It was the same brand they used at Antieku.

‘’You remember it right?’’ She asked him, after putting away the mop and cleaning her hands,

‘’Er…’’ He remembered, it was one of those things that Yoshimura had taught him but he knew it wasn’t going to good. It had been such a long while since he had amde coffee himself.

‘’Let me help.’’ She offered and came to stand beside him, taking the coffee from his hand. This time when their fingers brushed, she didn’t look at him. But his situation was a little different - he couldn’t look away.

She stood so close that he could feel her scent flooding around him.

‘’You need to pour the water slowly, to get the full flavor.’’ She was saying, or rather teaching him. Only, he wasn’t listening to her. How could he? When she was standing so close? When she was looking so pretty? When he couldn’t even stop staring at her face?

‘’I’m not sure he wants to learn that…maybe something else?’’ Nishiki interrupted him for the tenth time. Kaneki tried not to feel irritated. Instead, he felt suddenly flustered. The girl beside him wasn’t fazed, she glared at Nishiki,

‘’Do you want coffee or not!?’’ then she turned towards him, ‘’okay so you…’’

She made the coffee, and he could smell how wonderful it was. Touka placed a cup for Nishiki and she was about to leave when he grabbed her wrist lightly, startling both of them. He noticed that Nishiki had left to clean his hands and Yomo wasn’t there either. The air began to feel warmer.

Her eyes widened suddenly,

‘’I was thinking…can you make me some as well?’’ He asked smiling a little, holding her gaze.

‘’Yeah, no problem.’’ She replied. He didn’t leave her hand until Nishiki came back, coughing and smirking slightly.

anonymous asked:

Could you write a drabble where Harry goes on a business trip and Will gets hurt badly. Eden doesnt tell Harry about it and when he comes back River accidentally tells him about it and he gets really mad at Eden.

I just fixed this together a long while ago and forgot about it. Forever sorry 🙈  I hope you like this! Thank you for requesting! I didn’t have Harry figure it out when he came back because if he’d figure it out when he got back days after the fire would have been dimmed slightly and I wanted a blow up argument right when it happened instead so hopefully that’s alright. xxx [requests are still closed.]

☁️  He’s our son! Not just yours!” ☁️

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River makes jam with the raspberries she should have been eating whole. She smiles broadly as she keeps banging on the berries with the back of her small spoon. She likes the way banging sounds and that she can cause it. It’s better than what it was a few months ago. Where River was still enamored by gravity and so she threw just about everything to the ground.

She’s almost three and nothing is boring. There’s always more things to bang, more things to throw to the floor and more things to explore.

“Do you have to do that?” William looks up from his phone, the noise bothering him.

“Pink.” River smiles. “Berry pink.”

“S’when you know she’s not hungry anymore.” Harry lifts her off her high chair. “Playing with your berries like they’re paint.” He wipes her berry mouth (and chin) off with her bib.

“Thank you for eating so well.” Eden wipes off her hands with the baby wipes they always have laying around. “Only half of it is on the floor today.”

Harry is going to miss his flight if he keeps trying to clean up all of River’s morning mess. And Eden knows that.

“You’re going to be late.” Eden reminds him as she takes River from him so she can play with her toys on the floor and he can get going.

River is small but she knows that whenever Harry has to go (which Harry tries to keep it to a minimum) she’ll get a present. With William it was train sets, from places his dad travelled to.

William is older now, thirteen. Too old for train sets? Only he knows. Now he’s just waving at him lethargically as he scrolls through his phone over his bowl of cereal. “Have a safe flight.”

River is less picky. Her preference can range from stickers (she likes to wear them because “s’like daddy’s skin drawings”) to shoe laces (she loses quite a few practicing her ties.) But she likes things that make a lot of noise the most. Anything that lights up while making a racket is best. (Not for William or for anyone but River.)

“M’already late.” He grins bending down to help River with her shoe laces. “And you have an exam today.” He tells William.

“I do?” He asks surprised still scrolling through his phone.

“Don’t scare me.”

“S’that why I’ve been buried in books for the last week and a half?”

He really had done just that. Eden had to remind him about the dinner getting cold downstairs and the sleep he had to do.

“You’ll do great.” She kisses his forehead. “Just have to do your best, can’t do anymore than your best.” She picks up his empty bowl from the table and brings it to the sink.

“Tie her shoelaces.” Harry reminds William. “Until she learns.”

“When’s she gonna do that?” He mutters.

“M’teaching her!” He groans and William just grins.

Harry does have to leave at some point, he does have a plane to catch that isn’t waiting for him. But he stalls for as long as he can because he doesn’t want to start missing them all yet.

“Bye, bye.” River grins opening and closing her small hand in a wave when he does the same.

“Bye, bye.” He grins leaning over to her. “Be good.” He kisses the top of her head. And William chuckles to himself, River can’t be good…she’s a menace.

“You too.” He reminds William.

“Me good? M’always good. River although has managed to, in the few hours that she’s been awake, dirty her clothes, bring mud into the house and draw on the table. All three in less than an hour.”

“Once, ages and ages ago that was you.” Harry reminds him but William doesn’t believe him.

It feels like seconds ago.

Harry doesn’t like leaving Eden. It’s his least favorite thing to do. And it doesn’t get any easier or manageable no matter how many times he’s done it. Because he knows that yes, he has full work days ahead of him. But nothing compares to Eden’s day, nothing will ever be as tiring as Eden’s day. At least when he stays put, he’s back in the evenings and can relieve her from the rest. The night shift. But when he’s elsewhere for a few days there’s nothing he can do and she’s doing all of it. From start to finish.

“Call me when you land,” she reminds him like she always does. A habit already formed. And she makes sure to tell him that if she doesn’t answer it could be because she’s at River’s swimming lesson or they’ve gone outside for a bit. But she forgets one thing while she’s busy telling him each of their kids’ schedules for today and how they align with his.

“I love you.” He closes the gap between them, reminding her that she’s forgetting something else just as important.

“I love you too.” She laughs as he lingers his lips in front of hers. Then it all clicks, what she’s forgetting and what he’s waiting for. And then so do their lips.

But the second the door closes after him trouble starts and everything falls out of place.

“River!” William groans taking away the toy she’s making a racket with. And predictably, she starts wailing. It was in her small hands one moment and the next—

“William!” His mum scolds.

“She’s annoying.”

“Doesn’t mean you have to grab it from her! Give it back to her and apologize.”

“She isn’t playing with it, she’s banging with it.” He slides it back to her and River’s tears dry right up. “Sorry.” He mutters. “She doesn’t even cry, she pretend cries.”

“Good, you don’t want to be around when she cries for real then.”

“I didn’t pretend cry, didn’t even do a whole lot of crying to begin with.”

“You didn’t have anyone stealing your toys.”

William is the eldest so he never had the luxury of having his toys stolen or having to steal them right back. William had enough toys to submerge himself in and certainly enough to let go of two dozen without noticing. And little by little they all more or less went as he got older. And when River arrived new toys made their way into the house, two times the amount William had. Because River gets sick of her old ones fast and the new ones became old ones just as rapidly.

The time William spends on toys now is only cursing at the when he trips over River’s. Or it’s the groans he lets out when she storms into his room looking for one she might have forgotten in his bedroom. The rest of the time is spent by William hiding the most annoying toys River owns (and they just so happen to be her favorites.)

She notices when they’re gone and that’s when the tears start streaming (fake or not.)

“Have a good day.” Eden smiles as William’s got one foot out the door.

“Thanks.” He mumbles.

“And good luck on your test, but I don’t think you need it.” She brushes some stubborn strands of his hair back to their place and he of course, fixes them right back to his liking.

“Bye bye.” River waves her hand at him, the other holding her second most annoying toy.

“You’ve got practice today right?” Eden asks.

“Yeah.”

“Do you want me to come to the game tomorrow?” She asks. Harry won’t be around to go and he’s the one who always does.

It isn’t that Eden doesn’t want to go to the games. She would go, with signs and cheers and all. But William didn’t choose golf or ping pong as a sport to pursue. Both are sporty and neither of them as rough. What’s wrong with either? He chose a game where he’s freely tripped or cut off or pushed and everything else.

She never had a problem with the sport before. But what’s to lose your head over a ball with black and white spots? And since she became a mom of a child who climbed and fell off too many trees. A son who wrestled his dad before he could complete verbal sentences with two verbs and several subjects. She realized that she’s way in over her head and watching him in any situation where he could possibly get hurt sends her into a panic.

So Harry goes to all the games instead and she gets the details later.

“Could you stomach it?” He smirks.

“Probably not but I’m willing to try.” She shifts River in her arms, she’s getting older and taller and with that, heavier.

“It’s fine, wouldn’t want you to do what you did two years ago.” No one had told Eden that she wasn’t allowed to just walk onto the field at any given moment. But even if they had, that wouldn’t have stopped her. Some boy had pushed William to the ground. William did get up but so did Eden.

“He pushed you!” She argues. “And m’allowed back, just had to sit out the next two after that one.” She’s done her time.

“It’s fine mum.” He zips up his coat.

“No,” she shakes her head. “So the alternative is you playing with no one cheering you on? I’ll be there.”

“With her?” He glances at River. William won’t ever say it. Nothing will make him admit it but Eden has a feeling. Football is his thing and if River comes it doesn’t really stay his thing. Because like all babies or small children they quickly draw in all the attention. And then Eden is no longer looking at William kicking around a ball or even scoring it but she’s making sure River doesn’t wander off.

“We’ll talk.” She winks at him. Because she knows what he means even when he doesn’t say it. William has his things. But they don’t always stay his when River joins. William was old enough to understand what it meant when they told him he was getting a sister. He knew most of what came with it. But slowly by slowly things he was so used to disappeared. The only thing that stayed because Eden does everything to make sure it does is her and William’s day every second to last Saturday. It’s been their thing since she and him could remember and it stuck.

William only has a few things now that are just his. So when his games come around whenever they do, to him they stay his when his dad is the one who’s there cheering him on. So if there’s anything he can keep just his he tries his very best to do so.

River keeps waving at him until she can’t see him anymore and he’s turned the street corner.

Eden’s day begins now more or less, when she’s left with River and the rest of her day is dedicated to keeping her entertained.

She’ll be headed to preschool soon and Eden values these last few months where it’s just them. She isn’t looking forward to missing her daughter for most of the day but she does have to get back to work at some point. And keeping River, the girl who never walks only runs, entertained is harder than it looks.

Everyday is different. On Mondays, like today she has her swimming lessons. Those are at noon until two. And River must take a mid morning nap or else she will not swim nor float in the water. River without a nap is a house without electricity. Nothing can get done.

So the first part of the day before her nap is dedicated to doing things in order to tire her out. It changes everyday but today is gardening. Simply because Eden has decided to do some of that. She wants to plant a few more things in their back garden and she’ll need River’s help. Eden used to bathe her right after breakfast because she properly needed it but Eden soon found out that she got even dirtier only a few minutes later. So baths are left for before her nap and in the evening when Harry and Eden are sure she doesn’t have anymore energy left in her to get herself dirty.

River loves digging the holes needed for the planting and she’s very good at picking out the pesky weeds that aren’t wanted. After that it’s reading time, where River just listens. The hour after that River draws the shapes she remembers from the days before until she gets them all right.

As River naps Eden busies herself with the folding of laundry, tidying rooms and finishing that book that’s been taking much longer because of her two year old.

River eats before swimming, not minutes before they’re out the door but just like her naps she has to eat something or else she won’t be doing anything. River isn’t a picky eater and Eden thanks whoever’s up there every day for that. She can’t say the same for when William was small but they’ve gotten past each hurdle in due time.

River is still being taught not to play with her food, she’s getting there. She’s stopped throwing her cup to the ground and Harry and Eden are all for seeing the little steps to progress.

River likes swimming, she’s almost got it down and Eden’s waiting for her to get there. That way, she doesn’t have to drive them both all the way across town for her lessons. They’ve got a pool right out back, perfect for swimming and it’d make Eden’s day a little more manageable.

Sitting in traffic with River isn’t the easiest.

Food shopping however, has turned out to be one of Eden’s favorite things to do. Because River is nearly too tired from kicking around in the water and fidgeting in her car seat to do much in the store.

They’re both exhausted when the day comes to a near end. When Harry comes home he takes over the rest. The cleaning of the kitchen and what hopefully is River’s last bath of the day. So on days when he’s gone Eden’s got to do all of it. From waking up William and River in the morning to making sure William doesn’t stay up too late at night. And when she usually comes into his room for the second time to remind him for the second time she finds River in there too. ‘Get her out.’ He’d whisper as she slept in his bed because that’s where she climbed onto and stayed. She does that every time Harry leaves and they still haven’t completley figured out why. Eden thinks it may be because River does that to them sometimes. Not as much as she used to but she still does. And so Eden thinks it might be that William reminds her of Harry.

But Eden does at some point bring River back to her own bed because William won’t sleep if she doesn’t leave. He’s always worried he’ll knock her over, push her to the floor by accident. (He’s a restless sleeper like his dad.)

But the day still hasn’t fully ended to there yet. River is still loud and very much awake. They’re putting together puzzles now. River does most of it as Eden talks to her mum an ocean away.

It’s almost holiday time. That gets Eden through most days. The tough ones. Soon they’ll be soaking up some California sun, not this unreliable sun. And she’s just as excited as her mum is. Her mum is just as sick of seeing her grandchildren through Skype and face time. She’s only seen River one other time since she was born and seeing William twice a year is never enough for her.

“I can’t believe how big she’s gotten.” Katherine beams through the small screen on Eden’s phone.

“She’s busy playing with her puzzles but she knows she’s seeing you soon.” Eden pushes aside some curled strands that are bothering while she fits pieces together. “She’ll be fully swimming by the time we’re there. You’ll be swimming through waves won’t you?” But River is too busy with her puzzles.

Eden’s phone vibrates with in an incoming call and she hates to cut her conversation short. “We’ll call you right back.” She hangs up the video call. “Hello?” Eden answers trying to keep River from putting something she isn’t supposed to, in her mouth.

“Mrs. Styles?”

“Yes that’s me.” She answers distancing the thing that River is so compelled to put in her mouth. Eden hadn’t changed her last name but she’s still addressed as if she had and she’s just gotten used to that.

“Good evening I’m William’s football coach, I’ve just tried to get a hold of your husband—”

“He’s away on business,” she explains while setting River down again again. “Is there anything I can help you with?”  

“William took a fall just a few minutes ago during our practice. He’s being cared for, but it does look as if he’s broken his arm—”

“He what!” She yells and River turns to her with wide eyes. Someones pushed him, someones shoved him, she knows it!

“He took a dive, tried to stop his fall with his hands, landed wrong. He’s—”

“Where is he!”

“He’s being taken to the hospital now, Royal.” He specifies which hospital they’re heading to. “I’m right by him. He’s conscious and communicating with the help. I’ll hand him the phone now so you’re able to speak to him.”

She knew this was going to happen! She knew something like this was on the way. Harry is going to be hearing an ear load of this when he gets back. Because she was right. She’s been right since he started this years ago.

“William!”

“M’fine mum,” he says but she can hear a hiss of pain in his voice. “Just happy it wasn’t m’leg.”

“You’re not fine! I hear it in your voice.”

“Mum—”

“Does it hurt? Of course it does! I’ll be right there ok? I’m headed to the car now.”

“You don’t have—”

“William!” She shouts in frustration. He’s always had this thing in him, part of his personality where he’s always worried he’s bothering someone. Making someone go out of their way by helping him. She knows he gets it from her, she’s the same but gosh it’s irritating. “Just please tell him to let me know where I can find you when you get to the hospital ok?”

“Ok.” He agrees.

“I’ll be right there.” She promises. She’s already up and pulling up her boots. River is confused and still busy with her puzzle.

“Take it with you, c’mon get your coat on.” She tells River and she goes to grab her coat hanging where it usually is by the door. “Shoes.” She points down to her untied laces. And Eden rushes to tie them for her so she doesn’t trip and break something. She won’t be able to explain why under her watch and without Harry two of their children are injured. “Get your umbrella down as well.”

Eden rushes to her car as the rain comes down harder than it did in the afternoon. She puts River in her car seat, makes sure she’s tucked in before coming around to her side. Eden tries to calm herself, that nothing good can come of her driving like a mad woman. So she doesn’t rush through the traffic lights, only when she can.

Her phone rings inside her bag at the passengers seat and she probably shouldn’t be scrambling for it. She should be focusing on the road but she thinks it might be William or something related to William.

“Are you driving?” Harry asks when she answers.

“Well yes—”

“Eden!

“I’m putting you on speaker, hold on hold on.” She sets her phone back down so it isn’t a hazard to anyone.

“Daddy!” River screeches and kicks her legs once she hears him resume the conversation.

“You’re still awake!” He asks.

“Yeah.” She grins.

“Where are you two headed?” Harry asks.

“Food shopping, there are a few things we’re out of.” Eden went food shopping only a few hours ago.

“Where’s William?”

“Practice, right? S’where he usually is at this time on a Monday.”

“How did he do on his exam?”

“I haven’t seen him yet, but he told me it went fine. He’s a boy of very few words.”

“Daddy!” River yells again.

“Yes!” He laughs. “M’here.” He assures her.

“Did…did the flowers today.” She grins. He already knows this, that she planted flowers in their garden today because Eden always sends pictures. “And the swimming.”

And the swimming?”

“And the swimming.” She confirms. “All of it.”

Eden doesn’t know what to do when they get closer to the hospital.

“You’ll call again when she’s about to go to sleep?”

“I will.”

“Because she won’t sleep if you don’t. So in an hour or two from now?”

“I’ll be there.” He assures.

It did come to mind, to tell him where she’s really headed and what’s going on but she brushes it away.

Eden somewhat parks, a bit crooked but she doesn’t have time to get back in and park properly. She gets River out of her car seat and rushes her along as River climbs and steps out of the car.

She decides to carry her, that’ll go the fastest. She runs through the sliding front doors and rushes to the front desk. She spends the time she doesn’t have proving that she is William’s mum and they let her through.

William’s soccer coach is an older man, seemingly serious and straightforward. Eden recognizes him from the times (few and far between) she did go to William’s games. She rushes to him with River in her arms.

She doesn’t have time for a formal greeting. She’ll manage that later when she has all the facts and she’s as calm as she can get in a situation like this.

“He’s having an X-Ray now,” he points to the door behind them. “Should be all wrapped up in no time.”

“That’s good,” she nods. “River come back,” she runs after a wandering River. “Stay by me, you can’t get lost here.” If River gets lost her that’ll be a whole other problem she can’t have. “How did this happen, I know you said—River come back.” She takes her in her arms. “Sorry.” She sighs.

“He was heading for the ball, dove for it as he tried to get it in with his head and then landed on his right arm when he came back down.”

Eden can’t stand that. A ball willingly hitting his head hard. That certain technique if she can even call it that. She knows it can’t be safe and it doesn’t mater how many times William proves to her that it is. And Harry is no help, none whatsoever because apparently that’s his signature move. Bullshit is what it is.

“He heard it, he said he probably broke it. Said he heard a snap.” He explains as Eden shudders.

“Sorry for being morbid.” He attempts a smile.

“It’s fine.” She assures.

“Scored though.”

“Yes well,” she attempts a smile as well. “At least that.”

“We haven’t met before.” He holds out his hand. “Joe.”

“I know,” she smiles apologetically. “I’ve heard good things though.” She assures. “I’m soft when it comes to sports…I wasn’t always like that. Only when he started playing them so I can’t watch for very long. I cringe at nearly everything, figured it’s better if I keep away because I will run on that field if someone hurts him. Already did that…few times actually.”

“Yes, I remember a story like that.” He smiles.

“His dad thinks I’m crazy but look,” she points to the door behind him. “He’s injured now and I knew I was somewhat right about all of this. I knew something like this was close.”

“You don’t approve?”

“Isn’t really my choice is it?” She smiles. “I know he’s good though, I do.” She assures. “I hear all about the games I’ve missed from my husband, records some bits for me too.”

“He is good.”

“Just don’t know why golf wasn’t contemplated or swimming maybe.” She admits pulling back River’s curly hair.

“Like you said, wasn’t much of your choice was it?” He smiles.

“No.” She agrees. “He’s going to make it to big leagues without asking me isn’t he?”

“He’s close.” Joe admits. “They want him.”

The door opens behind them and Eden is the first one to it. She hasn’t sat since she got here, all she can do is pace.

“I’m the mom.” She rushes through with River. “Thank you so much.” She smiles back at Joe. River has already rushed in, saw an open door and she ran right to it. And Eden does have to run in right after her.

He’s sitting upright with a cast on his right arm and the X-Rays lit up in the back of the room. Where Eden, although the furthest thing from a doctor can see a noticeable fracture.

“William.” Eden attempts a smile but it comes off only as worry. “Is it better?” She asks and he nods. “Is he in pain?”

“He’s received pain medication, you’ll be getting them to take home as well.” The doctor assures. “He’ll be in the cast anywhere from four weeks to ten.”

“What makes the difference?” Eden asks. William is supposed to go on holiday in six weeks, he’s supposed to be able to swim and do everything he usually does.

“Everyone is different, the healing rate isn’t up to us.”

“He’s going on holiday, we all are in six weeks.”

“He could be well and healed by then. We’ll hope for that.”

Eden listens carefully to all of what needs to happen next. How his cast can’t get wet, he’ll have to cover it with a plastic bag when he showers. He will be in pain for the first few days, that’s what the pills are for. He’ll need to keep his arm elevated for the first few days. Eden wants to sigh loudly when the first thing out of William’s mouth is when he can he get back on the field. She doesn’t though, she kisses his forehead and watches his features frown when the same answer is given. Maybe four weeks or maybe ten. She thanks the doctor and has to remind William to do the same as well.

“Does it ouch?” River points to it his new cast.

“Not so much anymore.” He shakes his head.

“I keep telling you both to stop this nonsense.” She holds him close to her. She means Harry as well. She’s tried to get him to get William to change sports. But nothing works. He must really like it, and he’s good at it too.

“S’not nonsense mum.” He groans.

“I know.” She kisses his forehead. “I know it isn’t nonsense for you.” And she didn’t expect anything less when he wipes his forehead off with his good hand. “But would it be terrible to say I’m glad you have to sit the next few out?” She grins.

“Yes it would.” He tries not to smile but like his dad, he doesn’t really have to actually smile. His dimples turn him in.

“You could come with me to River’s swimming classes.” She grins. “Could be brother and me instead of mummy and me swim classes.”

“I’d rather break my last good arm all by myself. Or a leg.”

“You would?”

“Can’t swim mum, not with this on.”

He’s right. He won’t be able to do a few things now. He’s also right handed and that’s the one in a cast. “You’re right.”

“Have you told dad?” He asks. His mum just doesn’t get it he decides. She doesn’t see the problem. He has to keep playing, if he doesn’t he gets rusty and then…he can’t even think about what comes next. He needs to talk to his dad, he gets it.

“No, we’re not telling him. Don’t have to, you’re fine now thank God.”

“Don’t have to?” he looks at her like she’s crazy. “I’ve got a cast on. He’ll know whether you ring him or not.”

“Then we’ll tell him about it when he gets in on Thursday. No use in keeping him up at night.” He’s got a busy day tomorrow and she knows him well enough to know that the smallest things will throw his day off.

Once William is given the OK to leave he rushes to his coach who’s been waiting outside. Eden didn’t think he would stay. It’s late but he’s still here.

William knows this is a setback, his mum doesn’t know. She doesn’t know that the scouts are coming right when William comes back from California and William thinks he might not be at his top performance by then. After sitting out for so many practices and games.

William is like his mum, he hates not having control. He doesn’t have any of it now. Nothing is up to him. He just has to heal, let his body do the work. He can’t rush it along and he hates that. But Joe tells him the same thing. That there isn’t anything to worry about, that it isn’t worth it. He needs to let himself heal and rest. They’ll figure out the rest when they get there.

He can get into the front seat of the car all on his own but Eden insists on helping him in.

“William,” she starts. “I know I don’t know too much about all of this but promise me you’re going to let your arm heal and you’re not going to get back on that field—”

“Mum—”

“William.” She looks at him seriously. “Promise me.”

“You don’t get it mum.”

“William look at me.”

“Promise.” He mutters looking back out the window. “But m’still going to practice, just to watch.”

“Just to watch.” She says clearly. “And I’m going to go with you and watch you watch the practice and not join in.” She says and he groans.

William falls asleep right when he gets into bed and Eden doesn’t remember a time like this. She was told that the medication he’s taking will make him drowsy.

She has three missed calls from Harry, it’s way past eight now and she knows she’s worried him. She calls him back the second she closes William’s door after tucking him in. And she makes sure his glass of water is close to him if he’ll need it.

River is still awake and she hasn’t even been bathed yet. She walks to the bathroom across the hall and starts filling the bath with warm water. She heads back into River’s room to get her as she dials Harry’s number.

“Hi—” Eden starts just as he answers.

“I’ve been calling love—”

“I know, I know I’m sorry. I just saw your missed calls now.” She holds her phone between her shoulder and cheek as she lifts River’s dress over her head. “It’s late you should go to sleep.”

She places River in the warm water and she giggles loudly.  

“Why is she still awake?”

“She couldn’t sleep,” she moves the phone to her other ear as she pours water over River’s head once River tilts her head back. “I’m giving her a bath to try to get her sleepy.”

Eden doesn’t want to lie about this. She really doesn’t but she doesn’t see the point in choosing the alternative. William is home now, he’s been cared for and he’s sound asleep now. Yes, it’s late and River is still awake but everything is more or less managed now. She doesn’t see the point in worrying him now when all of the dust has settled. But she knows that when she does tell him the dust will be anything but settled. So she knows that what she’s doing now isn’t really fixing anything it’s delaying the huge argument they will have.

Harry always comes to River’s room before bed, they always have fun chats to get her sleepy. River likes to talk about her day. Goes through all of what she did (and didn’t do.) Ex: ‘Ate M&Ms today…only the yellow bits, no blue.’ Don’t ask her why.

So Harry tries to do the same now even when he isn’t home once she’s out of the bath. She likes making funny faces into her mum’s phone screen and watching him do the same ones. She always has a bit of trouble getting to sleep.

While he does that Eden washes her face and goes downstairs to make sure the dishwasher is set to work.

River holds up her trainers by her bed so her dad can see the tied laces. “See!”

She’s almost there. Can almost ties them all on her own. Sometimes she makes the loops a bit too big and then they come undone just as she starts walking. He’s teaching her though.

“Is William tying them up for you?”

“No,” she shakes her head. “He can’t.”

“Why’s that?”

“He got…got an ouch today…has an ouch. Have to ask Mummy to.”

“Did he hurt himself?”

“He likes kicking the balls, the ones with spots.” She grins.

“He does.”

“Has an ouch from that. Doctor said.”

“What kind?” He asks but River shrugs back.

“He can’t kick the balls now.”

“Can you find Mummy for me?” He asks already knowing what and why Eden has gone about this evening like she has. He’s already fuming, already boiling at what he knows Eden keeps doing.

River nods, very glad she can get out of her bed. So she slips out of it, her new big girl one to find her mum. She walks down the steps to where she can hear her mum in the kitchen and she hands her the phone.

“What is it?” She asks bending down to get it from her but realizes River must have hung up by accident so she calls him back.

“What happened to William?” Harry asks the second he answers the call.

“He—”

“And while you’re explaining that, want you to tell me why you didn’t tell me.”

She doesn’t know how he knows but he does now. She can’t really lie now either, not when he knows that something has happened. And he’ll be back in a few days anyway to see for himself.

She thinks like this always, that she can buy herself more time and that she doesn’t have to tell him right when things happen. Not until she fixes it, puts something back together and only when she can’t she calls for him. And Harry can’t stand that.

“He broke his right arm. It’s in a cast and—”

“Eden!” He yells, not letting her finish because what she’d said is enough. “What the hell is wrong with you!”

“I—”

“Why didn’t you tell me!”

“I didn’t have time to, the moment I heard I was out the door with River. And we were rushing to the hospital!”

“Is that your excuse!”

“It’s an explanation.”

“A shit one!”

“Harry—”

“When were you planning on telling me!”

“When you got back.” She admits. There really isn’t anymore room for lies.

“Of course you would! Wouldn’t expect anything different from you!”

“I—”

“Does that seem right to you Eden! You’d have my head if I did the same to you.”

“You’re right but—”

“Our daughter’s got to tell me!”

“Didn’t know that was going to hap—”

“You wouldn’t have told me anyway!”

“How do you know tha—”

“You always wait for me to find out! And then things blow up when I do and we argue!” Harry despises arguing with Eden. He just won’t do it, but when he does…he does.

She just keeps doing this and he’s still blindsided and wrecked by it each time.

Eden just doesn’t want to worry him ever. But in the process, she forgets that going about it like this worries him far more than it would have initially. It dates back to ages ago, when they were still only dating. Her worrying him. Her not telling him anything. And he can’t believe that they’re still at it!  

“He’s my son, our son! Not just yours!”

“I know that.”

“No you don’t! You’re not acting like it!”

“I didn’t want to worry you!”

“Bullshit! You could have rung me!”

“I didn’t—”

“I deserve to know! Can’t believe I’ve got to tell you that as well!”  

“What would that have done? It would have just worried you from miles away—”

“He’s my son!”

“I was handling it—”

“You don’t! You don’t handle it without me!” He yells. “He’s our son!”

“What would you have done! Would have you flown all the way back!”

“If you needed me to! If I knew!”

“I’m not going to ask you to—”

“It isn’t fair what you’re doing to me Eden! It isn’t fair!”

“What isn’t fair?” She really doesn’t see it.

“You have me feeling like the worst parent in the world because I’m here and William’s there and there’s nothing I can do about it!”

“You’re working!”

“But the only thing m’asking is that you tell me! So I at least know what’s going on with my child! Just give me that when I’m miles away!” He thinks that’s fair. The bare minimum that she isn’t giving him. But she’s going to start. “If m’not there I at least want to know!”

“Ok,—”

“I feel stupid sitting here! Not knowing that my son is hurt—”

“Harry—”

“It was just his arm this time but I won’t ever know if God forbid it’s far worse! Because I don’t get anything from you!” He doesn’t even want to think of where the situation has to escalate to in order to hear something from her.

“I—”

“Where is he?”

“He’s sleeping. He’s not going to school tomorrow…can’t do much if he’s right handed.”

“How long is he gonna be in the cast for?”

“Six weeks, could be less or more…the doctor was vague about it.”

“You didn’t ask whether it was six or more?”

“I did,” she sighs. “Broken bones heal at different rates is what he said. Care to question my parenting some more?”

“Don’t pull out that card Eden!” He’s exhausted by it all. That he even has to make these points, have an argument with her about this. “I am questioning it! We’re supposed to be a team Eden! M’half and you’re half! Which means we communicate! And talk to each other! You always have me worried sick—”

“Harry—”

“No, Eden.” He shakes his head. “You’re wrong. You’re wrong in this! There isn’t an excuse for this one or a logical explanation. Our son gets hurt you tell me!”

“You—”

“Always going on and on,” he sighs loudly. “And on, about communication don’t you?”

“I know—”

“M’not done Eden!” He shouts. “This isn’t how things are going to go! It can’t be that every time I go I worry the entire time because m’sure my wife isn’t telling me something! That maybe they’re hurt or you are. A year ago it was River’s fever you didn’t tell me about and a time before that it was William’s. This stops now!”

There was nothing worse than figuring things out either from William’s teacher at school or Harry’s mum and then Harry feels stupid. Knows he looks stupid too, like he’s not doing his job as a parent. But it isn’t his fault.

“Ok,” she nods even though he can’t see it. “Then it stops now.”

She’s going to try her very best to keep the new promise she’s made. She’s just made one even if she hadn’t said it.

It’s something she never thought to change. It’s just how she deals with those types of situations. She’s used to doing things on her own and solving things on her own. But she hasn’t figured it out yet, that she doesn’t have to now. She has Harry. It’s only when she can’t figure it out she notifies him but then the problem multiples in size. Because she’s no longer dealing with just the first problem but the new one, where she kept whatever it was from Harry and he finds out.

She knows now that she can’t do this anymore. Not with their children who are half his. It really isn’t fair.

“You have to mean it. You’re not a single mum Eden, you don’t handle things without me, you tell me everything.

“Everything.” She agrees. “I didn’t set out to make you upset or worried. I never ever do or want to. But I know I did just that when I tried for the opposite. I’m sorry for that.”

“Hardly ever say sorry,” he says.

“I do,” she argues. “When it fits.”

“Does it ever?” He asks.

“Seldomly.”

“There we go.”

“That’s how you know then, when I mean it. I must really mean it if I don’t say it often.”

“That’s how I know.” He agrees.

“River wants you back. Can you put her back to bed? She’s still not even remotely sleepy.”

“Hand her the phone.” He sighs.

“I love you.” She takes River’s hand and they both walk upstairs. It’s late and they both need to be in their beds.

“I love you.” He says.

“Even when you’re angry with me.” She says.

“Even when m’angry with you.” He agrees. “Especially right? Because I care that much more when m’worried and whatnot.”

“Yeah,” she sighs a smile. “I’ll have him call you tomorrow morning when he wakes up. He doesn’t have plans…that is if I don’t find that he’s run off to the field.”

“He will do that.”

“I know.” She sighs.

“He’s yours. Stubborn and nothing else.”

“Well you’ve got River here, impatient because she’s yours.” She looks down at River who’s reaching for the phone. “Get some sleep ok? He’s fine, I’ve been checking up on him every hour.”

“And what are you going to do then, after checking up on him every hour?”

“Tell you.”

“There we go, that’s better isn’t it?”

“Much better.” She agrees.


A/N: hope you all liked it!! Let me know what you thought of it *here.* Hope you all are well! xxx 💕  💕  

uh-oh, surprise

—the one in which Emma actually finds Killian and tells him she’s pregnant! Here’s a second part! I couldn’t let you hanging, I had to tell you how she tells Killian about the babe! Enjoy! <3     Part 1 - AO3


She has to tell him, that much Emma knows for sure. The quicker she does, the better to be honest. She feels as though the news is going to eat her alive if she doesn’t hurry up and finds that pirate of hers.

And yes, technically she still doesn’t have definite news to tell him, but the hell with complete certainty, she is almost sure she is pregnant, so that will have to be enough for Killian —it certainly is for herself.

The strangest part for Emma this time around, is how positively joyous she feels at the prospect. It is probably a lot due to maybe adrenaline pumping through her system right now, alongside maybe even hormones or what not, but she just feels so happy thinking about a brand new little pirate of their own in the few months. She is happy —so freaking happy that there isn’t even room for anxiety or nervousness yet.

She knows that will come —eventually, she is only human after all, but for now, when wiping the grin off her face feels almost impossible, she is going to relish in the feeling and choose to worry later.

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minjae huffed and laid the wet sheet music out a long the floor of the hall way. he had only manage to save a few of his instruments and was almost in tears as he wiped down the wet brass instrument in his hand. “this is probably the second worst thing that ever happened to me and i’m the saddest about this, i can’t afford another computer, i have to start everything from scratch i seriously can’t do this.”

Drunken Moments

Summary: You get super drunk at an after party, then go home to an amused Aidan.

Pairing: Aidan/You

Word Count: 1,037

Rating: Silly drunkenness

Inspiration: Anon request

Companion to: Waiting Up

(Cred to @twelvepercentt)


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wings

pairings: hoseok-centric, hoseok/yoongi
warnings: light descriptions of gore, minor character death, general sads
length: oneshot | 5.3k
a/n: kind of a relationship/character study for this au. this is apart of my bts archangel au, and it tells the start of hoseok’s story. maybe sooner or later i’ll write the others too

Hoseok was sixteen the first time his wings tore through his body, and it wasn’t nearly as poetic or enlightening as he had imagined it would be.

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Run (Jungkook x Reader, pt 7)

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Crime AU

“That’s not very safe, having it loaded with the safety off.”

He raises his eyebrows, letting out a quiet amused snort and tapping his fingers against the grip of the weapon.

“You’re right, it’s not. But it’s pointed at you, not me.”


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Dating The Rival ((Ronaldo's Sister))

candymarie101 noticeablyneymar

“Neymar, hold on!” I called out to Neymar, who was walking way ahead of me, heading towards the locker room, where many of his teammates where heading to. “Ney, please! Slow down!”

This whole game was a total mess, now that I think about it. First, I’m indecisive about who I want to root for. Second, Gareth freaking Bale practically kisses me. Third, my brother is isolating himself due to his team’s loss to Barcelona. And fourth, my boyfriend sees me acting flirty and standing way too close to my sort-of-ex-boyfriend. Could the day get any worse?

“Neymar,” I plead, jogging up to my fuming boyfriend, who refuses to even give me a side glance. Guess who was getting the cold shoulder? This girl. I grabbed his bare wrists, pulling him to a halting stop, which visibly threw him off. “Can I explain?”

“Explain what?” Neymar purses his lips, right before snatching his wrists away from my grasp at lighting speed, “That you were flirting with Bale? Yeah, no explanation needed.” He turned to walk away, and for the third time today, I panicked. I looked around nervously, before lunging at Neymar, knocking him onto the pitch. “(Y/N)? What the hell?”

“I’m sorry!” I apologized, rubbing my neck awkwardly, feeling awkward, “I didn’t know how else to stop you!”

“Well, you’ve stopped me now,” He gently pushed me off him, and I fell to the artificial pitch with an ‘oof’. Neymar instantly regretted his actions, giving me an almost inaudible ‘sorry’, helping me up. “What do you want?”

I stood up, wiping some grass that had stuck to my jeans onto the floor, “With Bale,” I exhaled, “It was nothing. Believe me, okay? He was just getting me away from Cris —”

“Is Cris the only excuse you can come up with? Everything is about Cris, (Y/N). Cris is the reason we can’t announce our relationship publicly and why we can’t go out together in public, and he’s the reason why you can’t come to my games and root for me because he’s on the rival team. Look, I get it. But maybe it’d be better if you were with Gareth.”

I gaped; he didn’t really say that, right? “You’re overreacting,” I accusingly pointed my index finger at him, “Gareth and I? Just friends. Nothing happened, ever,” Lying to my boyfriend, smooth. “He was just telling me to get away from Cris, since he knows how he blows up after matches. And Gareth and I were just talking about the match, swear.” I was desperate, I couldn’t stand for him to be mad at me, especially after something stupid like this.

Neymar didn’t say anything for a while, he just stared at the yellow lines that were carefully painted on the pitch, “You promise nothing happened?”

“I promise..” I promised, and I saw the faintest trace of a smile appear on his face. He pulled me close, giving me a hug, and placing his chin on top of my head, then giving the top of my head a kiss sweetly.

“Okay..” Neymar nodded, “I believe you, (Y/N), because I trust you..”

He trusts me.

And I lied to him.

I’m a terrible girlfriend, aren’t I? “Neymar, look —”

“— Guys, c’mon, we’re going to have pizza at me and Shak’s house.” Damn it, how does Gerard always find us? I whirled around, finding Gerard standing by the entrance of the tunnel, hands cupped around his mouth as he yelled out to eat.

“Ooh, pizza, I’m in.” I grabbed Neymar’s hand, and cheerfully pulled up toward Pique.

Geri shook his head, “No, no, not with that on,” He pointed to my Real Madrid jersey jokingly, “You’re celebrating with the Barca team, mini Cris,” Mini Cris? That was new. “Put on your Barca jersey.”

It was only fair, right? I grumbled, opening my purse and retrieving my Barca jersey. All the boys were still in the Barca dressing room, but most of the Real Madrid players — including my brother — had cleared out of the locker room they were using, so I went to change in there.

The lights were dimmed, and all I heard was the pitter patter of a water drip. “Anyone there?” I called out, gripping my Barca jersey, “Hello —”

I felt someone tap my shoulder, and I frantically whirled around, and with the back of my hand I hit whoever it was in the nose viscously. “Ow.” came a manly grown, and even in the dim light, I saw who it was.

“Gareth?” I gasped, my eyes on his nose, that was dripping with blood due to my sudden attack on him, “Shit — Gareth, I’m so so sorry! I didn’t know anyone was here.”

“The bus is waiting for me and Isco outside,” He wiped his bloody nose with his dark green shirt, something he changed into after the match, “But I had to change, so Isco is taking a shower.” He ran his fingers through his damn hair, giving me one of his infamous grins. “What are you doing in here?”

“Uh…” I attempted to hide the Barca jersey behind my back, but Gareth saw it, and took it from me, examining it carefully.

“A Barca jersey?” He asked me, his eyebrows raised, “What is up with this, though? I thought you were a Madrid fan? With the whole ‘Hala Madrid’ thing? You switched loyalties, (Y/N)?”

“It’s none of your business, Gareth,” I calmly told him, “I like Barca, now give me my jersey.” I reached for it, but, Gareth used his height to his advantage, holding it high above his head. I didn’t inherit height as Cris did — he was over 6 feet! — and I was only 5’3.

“Gareth!” I whined, clawing at his arm, then watching as he turned over the jersey, and gave me an almost flirtatious look.

“Number 11, Neymar Jr… Hmm,” Gareth wiggled his eyebrows, “Is this why you left earlier? For Neymar? You like him, don’t you?”

When I didn’t reply, Gareth laughed, and it was a hearty laugh, “Oh, this is rich, (Y/N), just rich. You like someone on the opposite team? How is Cris taking that? Probably giving the poor guy a heart attack, right?”

“Shut up.”

“Why Neymar, though? Why not Isco? Or Marcelo? Hell, even me! We do have history, (Y/N), you can’t deny that..” He dragged his index finger down my cheek, and I instinctively leaned in to his soft touch, and he smiled in satisfaction and he leaned in, almost capturing his lips against my own. Wait, wait, no.

I reached up, and grabbed my jersey when Gareth expected it the least, then backed away. “S-Stay away, okay, Gareth? We’re just friends,” I clarified, stumbling toward the entrance, “Just friends.”

It’s better if I stay away from him. Far, far away..

abriaashley  asked:

Prompt: Ginny and Mike can't find Isaac, and Ginny almost has a heart attack. Thanks for responding to my question, and as you can see your answer inspired me lol!

It shouldn’t have been that easy lose a living, breathing baby and yet, there they were, running around the house and calling nine-month-old Isaac as if he could answer them. The only sure thing is that the baby gate has trapped him upstairs, but there are four bedrooms and four bathrooms with infinite places to for a baby to hide himself, and a million things he could hurt himself with. The idea of him getting even a scratch has Ginny trapped on the floor in his nursery doorway, her knees pulled up to her chest as she tries to breathe normally. It’s her first panic attack in almost three years and she’s forgotten how to cope. The only thing keeping her from completely falling into the vortex of anxiety is Tillie tapping her kneecap as she stands in front of her.

“What wrong Mama?” the almost three-year-old asks as Mike rushes past them both, doing his fourth sweep of the house’s upper level. Ginny watches him run from one room to another, everything moving at half-speed despite her insistence on remaining present in the moment.

Ginny gulps down a breath, and answers, “Mama and Papa can’t find Isaac.”

“Isaac,” is all Tillie replies before she walks away, headed for her parents’ bedroom.

Mike emerges from the bathroom, his entire face red, and notices his wife on the floor. He squats beside her, wipes the sweat off her forehead, mindful of her shaky breathing. “Gin?”

Ginny shakes her head frantically, finally falling apart in his embrace. She can’t even vocalize her fears. Mike rubs her back, soothes, “He’s here somewhere, Gin. You’ve gotta calm down or you’re gonna scare Jr.”

Ginny’s eyes widen and she snaps her head in the direction of their room. “She said Isaac and went in our room…like she knows.”

They hop off the floor and run to their bedroom. Tillie’s crouched in front of their bed, peering beneath it. At the sound of their footsteps, she looks up and smiles, points under the bed. “Isaac.”

Sure enough the baby’s there, looking almost content as he lays on his stomach under their bed, chewing on his fist. Ginny stretches her arms as far under the bed as she can get them. “Isaac! Come to Mama! Come here!”

She looks up when the bed lifts and her eyes widen at not only her husband’s strength but the ease with which he seems to lift the bed despite his back and knees. She scurries under the bed and grabs the baby then moves back, clutching him to her chest and crying against the top of his head. Isaac turns to look at his father as he sets the bed back down then walks over to Ginny and plops beside her, reaching out to stroke his downy soft hair. Tillie eyes her parents curiously, wondering what’s happened, but joins them anyway, sitting on Mike’s knee. She points to her baby brother, says, “Isaac!”

Ginny wipes her face, settles her breathing and plants a kiss on her baby’s forehead. “You scared Mama half to death, little boy.”

He gurgles, reaches for her hair, then leans over and plants his open mouth on her cheek, trying to give her a kiss. Ginny and Mike laugh as Mike takes him, covers his face in kisses.

The next day Mike comes home with a bouncing swing that attaches to door frames and a pair of little bells to go on Isaac’s shoes, serving much the same function as Tillie’s squeaking shoes. To Ginny’s relief, the baby’s delighted with both purchases, eagerly bouncing in the swing so the bells on his shoes jingle. Tillie gets a similar kick out of her baby brother’s new accommodations as well.