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Split - Kai Scenario. Part 5

Summary: You have a perfect life. A perfect little house, perfect little son who just went to Kindergarten for the first time and finally your more than perfect husband, whom you love more than your life. Of course that was three weeks ago. Before your husband decided to leave the family.

Word Count: 2076

A/n: I know this is short but I’d rather upload something now and something in a week than nothing at all. It hasn’t been the best times for me on this blog lately but I can’t stop writing this story for myself and you guys…

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I recommend rereading part 4 before starting this chapter!!!

You wake up on a Sunday morning with a sigh. Now you perfectly understand the meaning of that one saying. As if you’re a schoolgirl and it’s finally the last day of your holidays. But in your case you haven’t missed what’s to come even for a bit.

But this time, you decide not to sulk and make the most of the day which will probably be the last one you’ll ever spend with your complete family. Negative thoughts try to find their way into your mind but this time you do your best to keep them out and just enjoy last Sunday you’ll spend happily.

You won’t ruin it.


You quickly get out of the bed. this time you don’t wake up next to your almost ex-husband which is quite a disappointment, but then you sneak a look inside Tae’s room and see him hugged by his father in sleep. And it’s quite enough for you. You can share Jongin with your son even if you’re very selfish.

You don’t lose time swooning over the perfect picture and step inside the bathroom to get ready for the day. After washing up and putting on a comfortable sundress, you head to the kitchen. You plan to make this day perfect for everyone and in your family’s case that means food.

Although you like the thought of healthy diet, the thought of Jongin and Tae’s happiness when they see fried chicken for breakfast is enough persuasion you need.

Time goes quickly while you do everything to make sure that the “breakfast” table is flawless. And just when you’re about to put the last plate on it, you hear footsteps and soon both of your favorite boys step inside the kitchen. You don’t know who’s more excited when seeing what they’re about to eat.

“You’re just in time for breakfast.” You say with a big smile, even though it’s already half past two in the afternoon, it’s normal with Jongin and Tae who goes after his father in everything.

“The smell woke us up.” Jongin can’t take his eyes off the table. “This smells so good, how could we have slept more.” He laughs and sits next to Tae. They’ve both already started devouring the food.

“Wow this is really good.” Jongin comments. “I haven’t tasted anything better for a while, where did you order this?” he asks while handing Tae the neck of chicken. “Start with this.” He adds.

“I made this actually.” You say quietly. Jongin stops and widens his eyes while chewing slowly. “Mommy is the best cook ever, isn’t she?” Tae says with a full mouth. You laugh and wipe his lips.

“Yeah, she is.” Jongin says quietly and you feel your cheeks redden. It’s like you’re returned to high school phase, or just the start of your friendship with Jongin. Not as if you’ve spend years next to him.

Almost an hour passes when the three of you are finally finished with the food. Tae tries to keep up with his dad whose tummy seems to have a hole and is never satisfied. But when the plates are finally empty Jongin suggests watching television so the three of you move to the living room and get comfortable on the couch.

And that’s how the last day (as you hate to call it) is spent. Nothing is special but amazing at the same time. The only time either of you move is to get to the bathroom or get the next fill of snacks. You’re watching cartoons and the Disney movies even Jongin enjoys singing along to.

When the sun is set, Tae runs to his room to get his favorite blanket and returns jumping in his father’s lap. He covers both of them with it and grabs your arm to bring you closer. You’re hesitant at first – you don’t want to make Jongin uncomfortable, but then you see them all cuddly and warm and there’s nothing that can hold you back from joining.

You move closer slowly also getting under the blanket but keeping some distance from your husband but you’re surprised, that when your neck is getting too uncomfortable for it to be laying naturally, Jongin is the one to pull his arm around you and let it rest against his shoulder, right in the position where you can also reach to kiss Tae’s head. You didn’t expect it. Definitely didn’t but for the first time in a month you feel that you’re warm again and you hadn’t even realized how frozen your body had become, deprived of his warmth.

There’s something different about him. Always has been. Just like no heating system can warm you up as well as a walk under the sun can, Jongin’s arms are the same. He’s your personal sun, your only natural way to life.

You can’t even imagine how much you crave for it.

After a while you realize that Tae has fallen asleep on his father’s chest. But you can’t blame him. Jongin is just so warm and so comfortable all you want to do is to finally get the good night’s sleep peacefully for once. But the other part forces you to stay awake to remember every single second of the time you finally felt so, so happy.

In that moment you clearly realize one thing.

He’s here. With a woman who will soon become his ex-wife. And there’s one logical question jumping in your mind.

“Jongin?” you call out, quietly enough not to wake up your son.

“Yes?” he answers, so softly that you never want that sound to leave your ears.

“How does she feel about you being here?” you drop the question, you’re truly curious about. But nothing could surprise you more than what Jongin says next.

“Who?” he asks.

You don’t know if you’re imagining it, or that you’re already stepped into your nightly dream, but you think his fingers are slowly caressing your arm. He truly seems to not recognize who you’re talking about.

“Fei.” You answer with a single word. That name won’t ever leave your memory.

You look up at Jongin secretly and see momentary confusion dwell in his eyes.

“Oh, her.” He adds and stays quiet for a moment. “Well I don’t think she likes that I’m here. She told me not to come.” He says quietly.

Of course she doesn’t. As negatively as you might be inclined towards that girl you understand that she wouldn’t want Jongin to stay over here. But you can’t sympathize when she’s the one going after a still-to-be-divorced man.

Soon after another thought occupies your mind. You know it’s childish to compare how Jongin treats Fei to how he treated you, but she told him not to come and here he is, in your living room. Not once would Jongin ever make you uncomfortable with his decisions when he lived with you. In the good old times he wouldn’t have left you alone like he did with Fei.

You’re absolutely sure of that and that thought makes you even warmer inside. Curling deeper into Jongin’s chest you have no negative thoughts raiding your mind.

 


On a Monday morning Jongin wakes up just on time without the need of an alarm clock. Slowly dressing in his formal attire he proceeds to the bathroom and kisses the head of his son who’s diligently brushing his teeth. Next he walks inside the kitchen and sees her.

She turns around to look at him and doesn’t even try to form a smile. Jongin can see how the light that was so bright inside her eyes yesterday is now completely gone. Breakfast goes in a quiet matter, so unusual to this happy household. Jongin offers to take Tae to Kindergarten and soon sees his son jumping inside his backseat. Moving like a robot she walks over and fixes his tie, he doesn’t even notice it was crooked. Well she was always better at handling it anyway.

Turning around she slides a sheet of paper in front of him, Jongin looks closely and sees lots of too professional words he hates so much.

“I signed it.” she says quietly. “Like I promised. You’re free.” That’s it. just a little doodle of Jongin’s signature is needed and everything will be over. Isn’t it what he wanted? Without a word he slides the papers inside his laptop bag and walk to the door.

Similar to the times before she walks him to the door and just like it used to be usual, he kisses her forehead and says “Bye”. But this time it doesn’t feel like usual at all.  



The day goes as usual for you. Just like it’s been this past month. You go to work, use your lunch period to pick up Tae and chew on a small bun to get you through the day. You make sure Tae doesn’t mess around and does his homework, then you take his hand and go back to the journey back home. You unlock the house, take off your coat, wash Tae’s hands and heat up the dinner you cooked the previous day. As if everything is the same but at the same time nothing is.

Even if usually you always manage to put a smile on your face just for the sake of your son, today you can’t. Today you can’t force yourself anything. You don’t have enough energy. And you know Tae feels it. Not just your feelings but you can see the same mood from him. Your son hasn’t smiled all day and you hate it. You hate it more than anything.

You know what changed. The hope is gone. Even if you spent the month alone you hoped, you wished Jongin would wake up and just come back, for you the bright future of your family wasn’t torn. You still hoped, deep down in your heart. Now you know it’s over. You lost. You lost him.

You finally manage to set the table managing not to break down seeing the number of plates. You will stay strong for your child. He deserves to have you properly functioning. Tae comes from his room slowly and sits down by your low table.

“Eat well, Tae.” You smile warmly and reach to kiss his head. He smiles too. And how can a five year old’s smile even be so full of sadness.

You’re just about to eat when you hear the lock of your front door open. You don’t know what to think. Your motherly instincts are reaching for Tae in case of a burglary. Why would a burglar step inside your house so calmly, it’s irrational you know, but you can’t give yourself any false hope that maybe what you think is happening, is actually happening.

You’re only looking at Tae, afraid to look straight at the entrance and you see your son’s face change. From curiosity to confusion and finally a shy and timid smile forms on his face.

“Daddy.” He calls.

You finally look forward.

“Started dinner without me?”

Jongin is standing with his suitcase, dressed warmly in a winter coat, his shoes are already neatly arranged in their proper place. There’s a small pout on is face for emphasis.

He looks godly.

He looks like home.

Tae looks lost, but you’re sure you’re even more confused. But your son fixes himself in a second and runs to hug his dad, like he would every day. Your son can control himself very well, but you’re sure Jongin can also see just how happy he is to see his dad, home.

You don’t let down your guard yet.

You stay frozen at your seat.

“Ahh, today was such a tiring day at work, I can’t even stand on my feet.” Jongin yawns and takes off his coat. “I’ll go wash my hands. Y/N can you please check my bag? There’s so much trash in there from work, could to throw it out? Or I’ll forget and it’ll stay there for days…” he continues talking down the hallway, his voice slowly disappearing.

I have to add a plate you think, but first, you walk over and pick up Jongin’s suitcase, opening the zip. You see paper, torn to little pieces. Torn so fiercely you wouldn’t have recognized it hadn’t you put it here in the morning. 

It’s the divorce papers.

And even though they’re destroyed, you can clearly see, there’s not a trace of Jongin’s signature.  


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Meeting In Secret // Kol Mikaelson // requested

Request - kol mikaelson imagine where the reader is damon and stefans sister and they sneak out to see each other and one day elena catches them and tells damon nd they all turn against her and then when Jeremy kills him she tries to kill him and maybeyou can  use a lot of gifs too ???? sorry if its so long lol

Thinking about turning this into a 2 part so I can make it as detailed as possible!!

Requests are open. xx

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Originally posted by skylerlockerbie


“Goodnight Stefan!” I yelled from my place on the stairs.

In less than a second he appeared at the bottom.

“Are you feeling okay? The past few nights you’ve been going to bed so early.” My older brother spoke, concern on his face.

“Yeah I’m fine. Just.. trying to avoid this town’s never ending drama.” I joked lightly.

He smiled and nodded his head, “goodnight.”

I turned around and made my way to my room. My brother’s were always very protective over me. Even when we were human. Now, even though I’m almost as old as they are, they still treat me like I’m some precious thing. Not to be touched.

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potentially final cat update

lol who am I kidding y’all are gonna be hearing about this poor toothless baby for the rest of time

here she is! she is so happy to be home and purrs frantically at me every time I go near her, to thank me from freeing her from cat prison. she has one last follow-up appointment on Thursday, but she’s devoured a whole tin of food of her own volition and kept it down, so I think we can safely say that getting some teeth pulled out has fixed things. right now the biggest struggle is convincing her to open her mouth for the painkiller tube, but that is such a normal cat owner problem it almost feels like a relief at this point.

Conquer You - Chapter 6

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Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5

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Thyra slowly opened the door to the small hut at the outskirts of Kattegat. Had it been a good idea to come here? She wasn’t sure. She wanted answers but she was also afraid of them. She took a deep breath to fight her nervousness and stepped into the hut. It was almost dark inside. Thick curtains kept the sunlight out and the only light was coming from two small candles in the back corners. She blinked and waited for her eyes to adjust to the twilight.

“What do you want?” A dark voice asked.

“I have a question for you, oh wise one.” She said into the darkness.

“Everyone comes here with questions.”

Thyra could make out a hooded figure, sitting on an old wooden table. She had seen the seer in town before but being alone with him in the dark hut felt a bit creepy. She had heard so many stories about him since she had arrived in Kattegat. People said he was supposed to have died many lifetimes ago, but still he was alive. In a strange way he was connected to the gods, who shared their wisdom with him and he shared some of it with the people who came to seek his council, but usually in riddles she had been told. Thyra had never talked to a seer before and she had hesitated to come here for a long time, but she had to get some answers. She knew her fate was already written. The norns had spun the strings a long time ago. But she needed to know if the path, she had not yet dared to go down, was the one she was destined for. It was a tempting path for sure but she needed no seer to know that it would also hold hurt, loss and terror.

“Allow me one question and I will no longer bother you.” She said to the old man.

He made an annoyed grunt but gestured for her to come closer. “What is it you desire to know so badly, Thyra Halvarsdottir?”

Thyra took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. “Am I destined to tie a bond with the son of Ragnar Lothbrok?”

The old man gave a croaky laugh. “If that is your only question, you have wasted your time coming here because you already know the answer.”

Thyra gritted her teeth. “No I don’t.” She insisted.

“You know very well that you have already passed the point where you have a choice. There is only one path for you now, Thyra blóðug rós.”

So her fate was fixed. Thyra blood rose he had called her. What could that mean? But before she could ask about it, the old man continued.

“Even though there’s only one path to go, it can lead you to two different places. The first is filled with happiness. You will be a queen and have sons and daughters. But you only get there if can prevent him from keeping his promise to another woman. If you can’t, you will end up in the other place which is dark and miserable because you won’t be able to forgive him but you also won’t be able to walk away from him.”

Thyra closed her eyes to let what she had just heard sink in. Ivar was promised to another woman? The thought broke her heart more than she would ever admit, even to herself. She knew she had no claim over him, but she also knew that there was something between them. Something she couldn’t name. Some dark and primeval sort of attraction. Or had he just played his games with her?

The seer started to laugh as if he had read her thoughts. “It is a different kind of promise than the one he has made to you, Thyra blóðug rós.”

That name again. But she had more important things to figure out now. Ivar had never promised anything to her, at least not with his words. Why did this old man have to be so damn confusing? She wearily rubbed her face to get all her conflicting feelings under control. What promise could Ivar have made to another woman?

Then all of a sudden it hit her. Lagertha! Ivar had promised to kill Lagertha. It had been the first time Thyra had laid eyes on him. He had boldly challenged the queen to single combat and as she refused he had promised her that one day he would kill her. A shiver ran down her spine at the memory of that day. She hadn’t known back then but from that moment on she had been under his spell with no chance to escape. And now she had learned that he was her destiny. They even had a chance of being happy together. She couldn’t help but smile at the thought, for it was so absurd and alluring at the same time. But the seer was right, she could never forgive him if he killed Lagertha. She was not only her queen, she was like a mother to her. She had to stop him.

“How?” She looked at the old man. “How do I stop him?”

The seer shook his head. “You all want me to solve all your problems, but I have already said more than I should and I will say no more.”

With that he expectantly held his palm out to her.


Thyra was glad to leave the ghoulish atmosphere of the seer’s hut behind. What she had learned left her deep in thoughts. So Ivar had been right. The gods had decided to tie her fate to his and who was she to question their judgement. In a way she was relieved that she no longer had to fight her feelings, for there was no point in arguing with the gods, even Lagertha and Astrid must understand that. But she still felt guilty for sneaking around behind Lagertha’s back.

To Thyra’s entire surprise Astrid had kept her word and hadn’t told the queen about what she had seen in the cabin. Instead she had said that she hadn’t found Ivar that night. They had brought him to the great hall to be questioned the next morning and Thyra had made sure that she was busy at the training grounds during that time. She had tried to avoid Ivar for the past few days, afraid that Astrid would find out and act on her threat to tell the queen. But things were different now, she had to go and see him.

Her steps felt surprisingly light as she guided them towards the cabin Ivar shared with his brothers. She found him just outside of it, seemingly trying to bring in some firewood which looked like a great struggle because he had one arm full of wood and had to pull himself forward with the other.

He looked up as he noticed her approach and to her surprise his features hardened. “What do you want?”

“I want to talk to you.” She said and crouched down next to him. “Let me help you with that.”

He shot her an icy look. “I don’t need your help.” His voice was cold and repellent.

Thyra froze, perplexed by how much his behavior towards her and changed in just a few days. It took her a few moments to find her voice. “There’s something I have to tell you.”

Ivar turned away from her and looked to the ground. “Whatever it might be, I don’t want to hear it.”

“What is going on? Why are you like that?” She asked, fully confused by the way he was acting.

He slowly turned to face her again and his eyes were blazing with anger, even hate maybe. Thyra instinctively moved away from him. He pulled himself up on a bench to be more on eye level with her and looked around to see if anyone was within hearing range before he turned his cold eyes back to her.

“You ran away from me.” He snapped. “And not for the first time. Now you come and want to talk to me? Obviously only as long as nobody is around. Of course you don’t want to be seen with the cripple! What did you tell your friend Astrid? Hmm? That I forced you?”

His voice was full of anger and disdain but there was also hurt. He hid it well but it was still there and Thyra felt a wave of guilt roll over her. The way she had acted it must have really seemed like she had abandoned him after Astrid had found them together.

“It’s not like that. I didn’t mean to….” She started, but Ivar interrupted her. “You don’t have to explain. I don’t want to hear it. Now leave.”

She was desperate to make him listen to her. That he thought that she had turned away from him because of the fact that he was crippled broke her heart. “Ivar, please.”

She could see him clench his jaw. “I said leave!” He was almost yelling now.

For a few moments Thyra was unable to move, while he stared at her with an icy glare. As she felt tears forming in her eyes she quickly turned around so that he wouldn’t see. She felt like her heart had been ripped from her chest but she would not cry in front of him or anyone else. She bit on her teeth so hard she was afraid her jaw would break and started to walk down the path on weak knees.

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These two stubborn ass kids. I swear I’ll get grey hair from writing this story.

I hope y’all like it anyways.

@starryoak and I just had a blast coming up with a story line in which Captain Underpants (not Mr. Krupp), after hearing George and Harold gush so much about Nurse Offstill, and then being nursed back to health by her after an accident several times, develops feelings for her that he wasn’t supposed to. Here are the best parts. 

*Nurse Offstill is woken up in the middle of the night by something tapping on her apartment window. She thinks it’s a bird but when she steps out onto her balcony to check, Captain Underpants is floating there. With a bouquet.*

CU: Health Related Citizen! I came to… uh.. um… *blush* Give you these flowers! In thanks for your faithful service to me and my sidekicks many times! When I asked my sidekicks what girls like, they said flowers. Well, George said flowers. Harold said he didn’t know. So I went with flowers! Thank you for saving me from malicious plant life and other hazards many times over! 
*George and Harold thought he was referring to Edith when he asked them about girls and what they like* 
Offstill: *yawning* Krupp, that’s very sweet of you, but I can’t accept these. 
CU: Why not? 
Offstill: Newsflash. You have a girlfriend. 
CU: *blinks innocently* I do? 
Offstill: Yes. Edith Anthrope. Remember her? 
CU: Is she as nice and as beautiful as you? Does she help save children as well as you do? I must have heard of her from my sidekicks, surely. If my sidekicks trust someone, I trust them!
Offstill: She is very, VERY nice, and gorgeous. As for saving children, well…she’s not a nurse, but she…feeds them? *doesn’t want to bring up how most of the kids at the school hate Edith’s cooking*
CU: Oh! I must ask my sidekicks about her! I clearly must have slipped up! Do you know if she likes flowers? I believe George may not have been properly informed, since you’re a girl and you didn’t like the flowers…. What DO girls like?
Offstill: I know Edith loves music. Go serenade her or something. But not, like, right now. Do it tomorrow evening. She’ll love it.
CU: That sounds great! And now I know her name! That’s the best start to friendships!…. TRA-LA-LA! *grinning* And I LOVE singing! I have my own theme song and everything! Wanna hear it? My sidekicks came up with it!
Offstill: Maybe some other time. It’s two in the morning and my neighbours won’t appreciate it. 
CU: I’ll come back later, then! When do your neighbours appreciate singing most? 
Offstill: They actually don’t appreciate it at all. Listen, next time I have to come to George and Harold’s treehouse to cure you, you can sing it to me then.
CU: That sounds like a wonderful plan!
Offstill: *tired of this now* Great. Fabulous. See you then. 
*CU leaves and Nurse Offstill goes back to bed muttering about how weird her life has become* 

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Not As Darling

Requests:
“#32 Robbie Kay omg plz”

“Can you make a #65 with Robbie please? :)”

“Can you do a Peter Pan x Reader where the reader and him are together, and Wendy comes back and Peter spends more time with her and so the reader gets jealous and won’t talk to Pan and he gets scared and tries to make her talk to him and it’s really fluffy :)”

((32. “Why the fuck would you think about losing weight?” and 65. “Shut up, you’re perfect.”))

Warnings: swearing

(Also, I have nothing against Wendy Darling, her character, or the amazing actor who plays her)

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There are some emotions that the human body just can’t help but feel, no matter how hard we try to stop them. You can try to hide or cover up these emotions, but somehow they always seem be stick around, lingering over your head as if to taunt you.

Jealousy is one of those emotions, because no matter how hard you try to look away from whatever the problem is, there’s always gonna be that one part of you that tells you to sneak a glance. No matter how hard you try to avoid the problem, your mind somehow always wanders back to it.

You frowned as you glanced up at her. She was, in the simplest term, absolutely and utterly perfect, flawless in fact. She had no flaws, not evenone that you could see.

Her eyes were gorgeous, her hair was gorgeous, her body, her voice, everything! There was not a single thing that she had to hide or cover up, no embarrassing qualities she couldn’t fix if she found out about it.

She bounced around the fire along with the boys, her flipping wildly behind her, but in the most pretty way possible. She looked so happy, her perfect teeth showing behind her perfect lips as she grinned. Her eyes practically sparkled, and it made you want to puke as you though of how terrible you were compared to such an angelic looking human.

A bit of the tiny shirt she wore flew up, revealing a patch of the pale skin on her flat stomach. You looked to the ground, your arms coming up to wrap around your own bigger tummy.

You could feel tears burning at the backs of your eyes, but you refused to let them do more than that. They would stay put, just like you would stay put on the damn log you sat on, just like every other night.

Wendy pouted a bit at the other boys, dismissing herself from the activity to go sit on one of the logs beside you. You looked up, smiling at her the best you could with how low you were feeling.

She returned the smile, but then glanced down towards your arms wrapped around your stomach. She smiled once more as she looked back up at your face, though it looked a bit more half-hearted than the first one. She then looked out to watch the boys, eyes shining bright in the glow of the fire.

As your eyes flickered back down to the dirt, a deep voice called out from the other side of the fire.

“Hey!” The low voice hollered, grabbing the attention of you and the girl beside you.

Pan came marching over, weaving through the boys in his way, and stopped in front of the two of you. A side smile was shown brightly on his face, his cheeks flushed from the hot weather mixed with the atmosphere of the camp.

“Would you like to come dance?” He asked, and you smiled at his question, looking up to meet his eyes.

But they weren’t looking at you.

His outstretched hand was placed right in front of Wendy Darling face…not yours. You furrowed your eyebrows, thinking that maybe this was just some sort of joke or game.

He wouldn’t really ask her to dance with him, would he? Hell, you’d never even danced with him, and the two of you were together. He’d told youtime after time that didn’t like to dance, and you didn’t really either so it wasn’t too big of a deal …but had he been lying?

She smiled brighter than you’d ever seen her, and placed her petite hand gently into his own. They looked like baby hands in his, and you wanted to slap her, though she really hadn’t done anything wrong…it was Pan doing this; asking her to dannce, holding his hand out like a prince to a princess…in all honesty he was straight out flirting with her.

She practically jumped into his arms as he pulled her up, and off they went to go dance, him twirling her around as if she was a wind up doll. She was so graceful…but that should have been you.

You were the one that was supposed to take his hand and have him spin you around, the one he looked at with adoring eyes, not her. You would be lying if you said it didn’t hurt to see them so close together, because it did hurt.  Damnit, it hurt more than anything you thought possible.

With bitter tears clawing at your eyes, you stood and walked back to your hut, a plan forming as rapidly as the tears.

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The next morning at breakfast, you and the other boys sat chatting quietly around the fire ring, the only remnants of the fire being the charred ashes of the once flaming embers.

You sat talking to Felix, who had been nice to you since you came to Neverland. He was like an older brother, always giving you advice if you needed it. Though, he never hesitated to prank or tease you when he had the chance, especially if he found out something embarrassing or quirky about you.

“I just…I dunno, nevermind, it’s stupid.” You sighed, trying to dismiss the subject you were ranting to him about.

“Nah, come on! Now you have to tell me!”

You groaned, plopping your face into your hands and slumping your shoulders. You mumbled out your reply, knowing that Felix wouldn’t be able to hear or understand what you were saying.

“What?” He questioned, getting uncomfortably close to your body, so close that your heads were touching.

You giggled, shoving at his shoulder, “Get off of me, you idiot!”

“I can’t hear you!” He sang, bringing you into an obnoxious hug, his long arms wrapping around your shoulders and his head resting on top of yours.

You laughed harder, pushing him away jokingly. Your face was covered in a smile from ear to ear, and you were sure you looked like the Chesire Cat.

You truly thought of him as a brother, especially when he did over affectionate things like this, and you knew he thought of you as a sister too, which made the relationship even better. Neither of you thought of each other as anything romantic, nothing more than a friendly kiss on the cheek or a hug was ever exchanged.

He started swaying with you in his arms, much too dramatically, and began to sing more of his rendition of the “I can’t hear you!” song that’s usually said to annoy another person. You knew that if you could unbury your head from his chest you would see him with a wide smirk, but since you couldn’t even move with the strength of his arms around you, you assumed the smile was there because of the laughs bubbling from his throat.

Every time you were able to peek over his shoulder you would catch a glimse of the other boys laughing or smiling at the situation. They loved it when Felix was like this, all cutsie and happy, especially because he wasn’t allowed to when Pan was around.

Pan got extremely overprotective when it came to stuff like that, though at this moment he was not what you wanted to think about. He was off doing who knows what with miss perfect, neither of them bothering to even show up for breakfast or morning chores.

Well, you weren’t thinking about him…until you heard a loud cough from the other side of the camp.

Felix snapped away from you almost instantly, plopping his hands down in his lap and looking down at them. You knew he felt ashamed…he wasn’t supposed to get that close to you when Pan wasn’t there.

“Well, boys, I advise you get back to work now,” Pan shouted, anger and annoyance clear in his harsh tone.

You glared at Felix as he started to get up, frustrated at how you couldn’t even hug another boy without getting caught or in trouble, especially since Pan knew that you had no romantic interest in any of the other boys.

“Wait!” You whispered to Felix, grabbing onto his arm and standing up so that you could talk to him easier.

He glanced anxiously towards Pan, who was glaring daggers at his second in command, and tried to pull away from you.

“(Y/N), I-I gotta go-” he stuttered, again trying to yank his arm from your hands.

You frowned at him, and if someone hadn’t known the situation they’d have said you looked needy, “Oh, come on, Felix! Just because he comes around doesn’t mean you have to ignore me!”

He cleared his throat, “Yes, but I don’t really want to face the wrath of his jealousy, so I need to-”

“Oh, hush up! I could care less about what he says, honestly. He’s all bark, and no bite-”

“What’s going on here?”

Felix finally escaped from your grasp, practically sprinting off to avoid Pan. You watched in anger as he did so, cursing wordless profanities at him in your head.

“(Y/N), what were you two doing?” Pan asked curiously, a hint of viciousness in his voice.

You turned to him, looking him up and down with narrowed eyes as if you were looking into the sun. You then scoffed, rolling your eyes and sauntering away from him.

The nerve he had to control every aspect of your life was so…angering! He knew that with the snap of his fingers the boys would go running to his side, or if they dared…away from it, and the second one of them disobeyed his rules he’d have them wishing they hadn’t. And they all knew this, so they chose to be like little servants to him, and so he could continue to make rules. With you, those rules were much too strict, and you could do nothing about them unless you wanted one of the other boys to get hurt because of your selfishness.

As you stomped away, you could hear footsteps right behind you. You knew it was Pan, and you also knew he wouldn’t stop following you until he got answers as to why you were so upset.

“(Y/N)…” he sighed, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder to stop you.

You shrugged off the hand, taking a sharp turn to the right to ward him off. Knowing he was going to be angry, you occupied yourself with another activity to ignore him.

Suddenly, two hands landed on your shoulders, and you were turned sharply around to face the boy you had so hopefully thought you could avoid. But, he didn’t look like you thought he would.

You thought he would be red in the face with anger, or have an annoyed smirk and a raised eyebrow towards you. Instead, he looked like one of those sad puppies that you see in those ASPCA commercials with sad music in the background.

His eyes were wide, searching yours for any sign of annoyance or anger towards him, which he knew there was a lot of. But you didn’t show him any, giving him a straight, almost bored looking face that was clear of any emotion.

You felt his hands squeezing your shoulders lightly, as if he was trying to will out some sort of response from you. You had to turn away from him to avoid forgiving him too quickly, scolding yourself for even thinking about doing so before he even said anything.

“(Y/N), are you okay? Did I hurt you, or do something wrong?”

You sneered at him as you looked back up, mumbling your response, “Oh, I don’t know, why don’t you go ask little miss has-it-all?”

He froze, mouth left dangling open as the words he was once going to say escaped him. His eyes stared deeply into your own, giving you a look of sincere confusion…as if he really, truly didn’t know what he’d done.

“Little miss–do you mean Wendy?!” He cried, an almost humorous twinkle in his eye.

You shrunk under his gaze, wishing you’d just kept your mouth shut like you said you would. Now he was going to laugh at you and tell you how idiotic you were for assuming that you were anything special, even though you thought you’d both considered yourself in some sort of twisted, hectic relationship.

He then started to laugh, actually laugh, at what you said. You didn’t, though, and felt just the opposite. You wanted to find a nice dark cave and hide yourself in it for the rest of your life.

“You-You think I like…her?!” He cried through his laugh, practically gasping for breath.

You kept your eyes glue to the ground, wishing you’d never spoke. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

Then, two fingers were gently propped up under your chin, and you face was turned up towards Pan’s. He was so delicate with you that you felt as if he was handling you like a flower, as if you would wilt as the simple touch of his fingertips.  

“You listen to me darling, you have absolutely nothing to worry about…”

You sighed, showing his fingers off of you with your hands.

“Pan, I don’t think you get the point I’m trying to make. You say shit like this all the time ‘oh, you’re fine’…but maybe I don’t want to be just 'fine’! I’m not perfect, I have big thighs, a big belly, big arms, stretch marks, acne: you name it, I’ve got it! Then you’ve got Wendy over there, perfect body, perfect skin, perfect personality, perfect everything! I want that, to never be thought of as the fat one, but as the cute little perfect girl. D-Do you even know how much it killed me when you asked her to go dance, when I’ve never, not once, been asked in how ever many years I’ve been here? Are you…embarrassed of me or something, should I lose weight so I don’t look like a beached whale when I dance with the boys?”

A single tear trickled down the length of your nose, tickling the skin beneath it. You didn’t bother to wipe it away, staring down Pan as you waited for whatever probably blunt answer he had to say.

“Why the fuck would you think about losing weight?” He finally blurted out, looking at you as if you were half as insane as you felt.  

You took a deep breath, shaking your head at the ground, “Because, Pan…I don’t feel worth a thing. I’m trapped inside a body that makes me nauseous when I see its reflection. I’m not even pretty! Wendy-”

You were cut off when two hands grabbed at the side of your face, pulling it forward. Your lips smashed against Pan’s, squishing against his with a force harder than you had ever felt.

Your shoulders slumped back down after a few moments into the realization that Pan was kissing you. The Peter Pan was actually kissing you, and it wasn’t you forcing yourself on him…holy crap.

Pan was first to break away fromthe fast-paced, heated kiss, resting his forehead lightly against yours as the two of you tried to regain a steady breathing pattern.

“Shut up,” he panted, eyes gazing yours so intensely that you thought for a moment he was trying to read your thoughts, “you’re perfect.”

As he kept his eyes glued to yours, darting back and forth between them, you cracked a dreamy smile, leaning in to capture his lips in yours once more.

Full Multi-Part Fic - Should I do it?

I’m thinking about starting a full multi-part fic. I had this idea and it refuses to leave me, it even follows me into my sleep. Since I can’t stop thinking about it I already have a possible storyline planned out, but if I do it, the progress will probably be awefully slow because I still have many requsted imagines to write as well.

I have written down a small scene that would take place around the fifth chapter and I’d like you to tell me what you think about it. Is it worth continuing? Would you read it? Or should I toss it into the bin?

Excerpt:

Thyra slowly opened the door to the small hut at the outskirts of Kattegat. Had it been a good idea to come here? She wasn’t sure. She wanted answers but she was also afraid of them. She took a deep breath to fight her nervousness and stepped into the hut. It was almost dark inside. Thick curtains kept the sunlight out and the only light was coming from two small candles in the back corners. She blinked and waited for her eyes to adjust to the twilight.

“What do you want?” A dark voice asked.

“I have a question for you, oh wise one.” She said into the darkness.

“Everyone comes here with questions.”

Thyra could make out a hooded figure, sitting on an old wooden table. She had seen the seer in town before but being alone with him in the dark hut felt a bit creepy. She had heard so many stories about him since she had arrived in Kattegat. People said he was supposed to have died many lifetimes ago, but still he was alive. In a strange way he was connected to the gods, who shared their wisdom with him and he shared some of it with the people who came to seek his council, but usually in riddles she had been told. Thyra had never talked to a seer before and she had hesitated to come here for a long time, but she had to get some answers. She knew her fate was already written. The norns had spun the strings a long time ago. But she needed to know if the path, she had not yet dared to go down, was the one she was destined for. It was a tempting path for sure but she needed no seer to know that it would also hold hurt, loss and terror.

“Allow me one question and I will no longer bother you.” She said to the old man.

He made an annoyed grunt but gestured for her to come closer. “What is it you desire to know so badly, Thyra Halvarsdottir?”

Thyra took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. “Am I destined to tie a bond with one of the sons of Ragnar Lothbrok?”

The old man gave a croaky laugh. “If that is your only question, you have wasted your time coming here because you already know the answer.”

Thyra gritted her teeth. “No I don’t.” She insisted.

“You know very well that you have already passed the point where you have a choice. There is only one path for you now, Thyra blóðug rós.”

So her fate was fixed. Thyra blood rose he had called her. What did that mean? But before she could ask, the old man continued.

“Even though there’s only one path to go, it can lead you to two different places. The first is filled with happiness. You will be a queen and have sons and daughters. But you only get there if can prevent him from keeping his promise to another woman. If you can’t, you will end up in the other place which is dark and miserable because you won’t be able to forgive him and you won’t be able to walk away from him.”

Thyra closed her eyes to let what she had just heard sink in. Ivar was promised to another woman? It broke her heart more than she would ever admit, even to herself. She knew she had no claim over him, but she also knew that under the thick layer of hostility between them there was something else. Something she couldn’t name. Some dark and primeval sort of attraction. Or had he just played his games with her?

The seer started to laugh as if he had read her thoughts. “It is a different kind of promise than the one he made to you, Thyra blóðug rós.”

That name again. But she had more important things to figure out now. Ivar had never promised anything to her, at least not with his words. Why did this old man have to be so damn confusing? She wearily rubbed her face to get all her conflicting feelings under control. What promise could Ivar have made to another woman?

Then all of a sudden it hit her. Lagertha! Ivar had promised to kill Lagertha. It had been the first time Thyra had laid eyes on him. He had boldly challenged the queen to single combat and as she refused he had promised her that one day he would kill her. A shiver ran down her spine at the memory of that day. She hadn’t known back then but from that moment on she had been under his spell with no chance of escape. And now she had learned that he was her destiny. They even had a chance of being happy together. She couldn’t help but smile at the thought, for it was so absurd and alluring at the same time. But the seer was right, she could never forgive him if he killed Lagertha. She was not only her queen, she was like a mother to her. She had to stop him.

“How?” She looked at the old man. “How do I stop him?”

The seer shook his head. “You all want me to solve all your problems, but I have already said more than I should and I will say no more.”

With that he expectantly held his palm out to her.

I just wanted all of you to know what my kitties look like.  They’re what keep me going every day.  That’s Thomas looking out the window, Sophia sleeping atop the couch, Baby below her, and Minnah on the heating pad.  Because the internet can never have enough pictures of beautiful kitties.  And they each have their own story.

Thomas was bought by a rich family with children who wanted a kitten.  They dressed him up in doll clothes and pushed him around in a carriage.  But at night he was locked in the basement and had to sleep on the cold cement floor.  He didn’t even have a window to look out of.  And they even had him de-clawed.  My mother cleaned this family’s home and she did her best to smother him with love whenever she visited once a week.  When the parents divorced neither wanted the now kitten turned cat so my mother offered to take him.  He now lives a wonderful life full of open windows and soft pillows to sleep on.

Sophia belonged to a house the next street over.  She had a litter of kittens before she was fixed.  She was terrified of the dogs the people also owned so she often ran away.  She found our house and decided to adopt us.  We tried to send her home several times but in the end she didn’t want to stay at a house where she was terrified and poorly treated.  So in the end we opened our door, she ran inside, and she’s been ours ever since.  She’s had her teeth removed and has a thyroid problem but she’s still beautiful and happy to be a part of our family.

Baby was originally adopted out of a shelter when she was a kitten by my uncle.  The problem was that he was never home so she was lonely.  Because of this she would try to get his attention by doing naughty things.  He became fed up with her antics so he asked if we had room at our house.  Not wanting to turn her away, we welcomed her.  She was still small when we got her and she had very little strength because she was never played and her muscles were never exercised.  She is now a very strong and agile kitty, gets lots of attention, and is never lonely.

Minnah is my kitty and the only one purchased and not given to us.  She’s also the only cat to have only ever had one home.  I bought her as a gift to myself when I was 16 to celebrate my beating cancer.  I bought her along with her two brothers so that they wouldn’t be separated.  Unfortunately both the brothers have passed away over the years.  But Minnah has *knock on wood* survived.  She’s now 12 years old and doesn’t look a day over 2.  She’s the true definitely of a lap cat and every person who’s come to our house that has said they don’t like cats has also unanimously agreed that Minnah changed their minds.

anonymous asked:

scenario where Kuroo is in a gang with his team like that and his s/o is really small and soft spoken and cute and adorable so he lectured everyone at the beginning about protecting her yeah? well how about one day, they're like walking from something idk something cute like art class and gets kidnapped by Oikawas gang and Kuroos has to come and save her and it's really fluffy and cute please and thank you?

gang aus add 3 years to my life #blessed

“Kuroo-chan!!~” Oikawa called from where he sat, across from ____. He uncrossed his legs and stood up to slowly pace towards Kuroo. “I knew you’d show up sooner or later. The tea’s probably cold by now, but there’s still a cup for you if you want-”

“I’m not here for your games, Oikawa,” Kuroo spat from between his teeth. “You know exactly why I’m here, and I’d like to be out of your presence as soon as possible.” Despite having had his fair share of disputes and fights in the past, his fellow gang members have never seen Kuroo this pissed. He was absolutely livid, teeth bared and hands in fists at his sides. He looks towards his girlfriend where she sat in a plush armchair, and she just looked so small surrounded by Oikawa’s gang. However small she may be, she doesn’t seem to be very rattled by the situation around her. Her usual quietness served her well as Oikawa began to speak again.

“Oh, don’t take it so personally, Kuroo-chan! I had to get your attention somehow! Relax. This is just business.” Oikawa’s face darkened as he fixed the cuff of his suit. As happy-go-lucky and bright as Oikawa seemed, he could always pull out his intimidation card with ease whenever he needed. “I know you have it. Let’s make this easy for everyone and get ____-chan home safely, and we can call it a day, hm?” He held out his hand, his wristwatch shining in the small, florescent-lit room. 

Of course the head of Nekoma knew what he was talking about. Tetsurou had half a mind to sock Oikawa in the jaw, but he didn’t exactly have a death wish. He held Oikawa’s gaze as long as he dared, and hesitantly reached into his pants pocket. From within it he pulled a small USB drive, and held it in front of himself without haste. Oikawa shot a glance down. “Nice try, Kuroo-chan, but I’m not that easy to fool. One of your cronies has it, now hand it over.” Kuroo swallowed thickly, re-pocketed the item and turned his head to look at Kai. Kai lowered his gaze to avoid everyone’s stares, and produced another drive from within his blazer. He stepped forward and handed the small gadget to Oikawa, the rival gang leader sighing in satisfaction. Oikawa stepped back and tossed the drive to Hanamaki, and with a snap of his fingers his friends standing over ____ dispersed. 

As Seijou stalked off, Tetsurou rushed to meet his girlfriend and usher her out of the room. A casual “Pleasure doing business with you~” was tossed at Nekoma as they retreated. 

“Christ, ____, are you okay? Did they hurt you at all?” Kuroo took her face in his large hands, turning it and checking everywhere to see if there were any marks. As the rest of Nekoma walked ahead, she let out a small, nervous laugh and said, “No, they didn’t hurt me at all, Tetsu. They were actually quite polite, considering. Um… he approached me as I was walking home from painting class,” she turned her head away, “And said he was a friend of yours. He told me I had to come with them, so I assumed it was something serious… I wasn’t afraid when he confessed his actual plan, though. I knew you’d come save me.”

“Dammit, the gall of that bastard.. we need to tighten your security. Yamamoto can walk you to and from painting form now on.” He sighed and pulled her into a tight embrace, her head pillowed in his chest. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t protect you, especially from him. I love you so much.”

She let out another soft giggle. “I love you too, Tetsu. C’mon, we have to get home before it gets any darker.” ____ puts her hand in his, gives an encouraging squeeze, and they made their way down the hallway as Kuroo elaborates on how he has to stop at the grocery first, because he’s making her a special Sorry-I-Accidentally-Got-You-Kidnapped dinner.

-

“It may not be may place to ask this, but what was on that USB drive that he wanted so bad?”

“Nothing, as far as he’s concerned. Kenma’s got the real one. We double-psyched him. That one’s just audio of the pacer test, and mine was a ten-hour loop of the Kazoo Kid remix.”

“I love you so much, Tetsu.”

Hello, it’s me (Part 9)

Part 1  Part 2 Part 3  Part 4 Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8

Note: I can’t remember if I previously mentioned their ages or not (I’m too lazy to check haha), but I decided that Lucas is 26, Josh 28, and everyone else is 25.

Lucas wiped his hands on his pants, his mouth chewing deliberately on a piece of breadstick, as he waited for Missy Bradford. He glanced around the restaurant it wasn’t huge, but it held a warmth to it that made him feel like he was at his own home.

He caught sight of Missy sashaying her slick satin dress that dipped low on the front and was a bit too short for the family restaurant. Her hair was done in a curly updo and she had a bright smile on her face. She swooped down to kiss Lucas’s cheek, leaving him a bright red lipstick stain.

“Hi Missy.” He wondered if he sounded as uncomfortable as he felt.

“Hi Lukey Pooky,” She hummed with a flutter of her eyelashes. “Oh everything sounds so good.”

“They’ve got great, authentic Italian food,” He assured her.

The waiter showed up and they ordered their food and drinks.

“So,” Missy said picking up a breadstick. “How was Texas?”

“It was great,” He said shortly.

“Just great?”

“Yeah,” He nodded “I mean I got my dream job, so that’s nice.”

“Which is…?”

“I became a veterinarian,” He said. “It took me seven years of hard work, but it was worth it.”

“So twenty six and still single?” She asked her mouth quirking up seductively.

Lucas cleared his throat. “I did date. I just didn’t have much luck.”

“The right girl will show up,” She smiled. “She could be right in front of you and you wouldn’t even know.”

Not likely, he thought.

“Maybe.” He shrugged.

“I mean a lot of people we graduated with are married or getting married,” She waved the breadstick around as she spoke. “I mean look at Riley and Charlie soon to be Mr. and Mrs. Gardner!”

His jaw twitched at the mention of Riley and Charlie. If he had heat vision he knew the flower pot nearby would explode in flames. He sucked a breath and forced a smile. The waiter came by with their food and Missy quickly began to dig in.

“I mean they are so cute!” She squealed through mouthful of linguine. “They look so happy and so in love.” Her dark eyes stayed fixed on him, gauging his reaction.

He stilled himself, forcing his smile even wider. “Yeah, I’m so happy for them.”

She grabbed her drink and raised it up for a toast. “To the happy couple!” She cheered.

Lucas gritted his teeth and reluctantly raised his glass. Missy noted his hesitancy with a smirk. He brought his glass near hers and clanked them.

This night was going to be long.

After a long dinner, Lucas happy that this night was coming to a close. He had been sad that due to some unfortunate circumstance, Riley hadn’t made it to lunch. Dinner with Missy had been a rodeo he hadn’t enjoyed so much.

The waiter brought the check and she pulled out money.

“Oh Missy I’ve g-” He started but was cut off by her voice.

She held up her hand and tossed him a look. “I said I was buying.”

“Let me do it.”

“Oh, always the gentleman. It’s the twenty first century, Lukey. I’m buying.”

“Missy-” He sighed, but gave in. “Fine. Okay. Thank you for dinner.”

She rose from her seat and pecked his cheek again.

“I am sorry for everything I did, Lukey,” She said softly. “I want to be friends, if that’s okay with you.”

After a moment, he nodded. “It is, Missy.”

“Great!” She grinned. “I gotta go but goodnight Lukey Pooky!” She blew him a kiss and winked flirtatiously before sashaying out of the restaurant.

Lucas walked around the New York streets admiring the beautiful city lights and the constant buzz of the city. He missed all of this. He missed seeing all the bright, glamorous lights, all the laughter and shouts from the people, even all the honking!

His phone vibrated in his pocket and he pulled it out to see Riley was calling them.

“Hello,” He breathed. He couldn’t be sure why he was getting so nervous over a phone call.

“Hi,” Her voice was soft and delicate. “I wanted to ask you something,” She paused. “I just don’t know if it’ll put you in an uncomfortable position.”

“What is it?” He inquired peering up at the starry sky.

The stars reminded him of the twinkle in her eyes he always got drowned in.

“Charlie planned a mini vacation,” She said. “It’s out in South Hampton. All of the group is coming and I was wondering if you’d like to come too.”

Lucas considered it for a bit before answering, “I’m not sure if it’s a good idea.”

“I understand,” She murmured.

“You didn’t let me finish,” He told her. “I don’t think it’s a good idea, but I’m going. I feel like Gardner will give me a hard time.”

“He won’t,” She tried to reassure him but it didn’t sound truthful.

“When are we going?” He asked walking down the familiar street to Zay’s apartment.

“This weekend.” She replied softly. “Charlie has this house out there. He said he’s inviting Billy and Missy and I get to invite all of you wonderful people to keep me from going insane.”

Lucas let out a small chuckle. “I’m surprised Gardner hasn’t driven you insane already.”

“He’s gotten close,” She giggled. “I have to go Charlie’s here and we’re going to a fancy dinner party with these investors. I’ll text you more details later, yeah?”

“Yeah,” He said reaching the apartment building. “Good night Riley.”

“Good night Lucas.” She hung up on him and he scaled the stairs until he finally got to Zay’s apartment.

This whole trip was going to be long.

______________________________________

“Sunscreen?”

“Check.”

“Sandals?”

“Check.”

“Cute summer clothes? Road trip snacks? Sexy bikinis to show off in?”

“Check. Double check and Maya!”

“What Riles?” Maya gifted her with an innocent smile and a flutter of her eyelashes.

Riley laughed, throwing her arms around Maya. Maya hugged her back tightly, giggling along with her.

“Riley if you hold her like that any longer, I might just have to fight you for her,” Josh chuckled making his way towards where Riley and Maya were in Riley’s bedroom.

Riley and Maya had been double checking they had everything they needed for the trip. Josh went straight to Maya and gave her a passionate kiss.

“Guys Charlie said our ride is here!” Zay shouted from the living room.

They all went downstairs to find a luxury bus waiting in the parking lot. Zay nearly cried at the sight, dropping his half eaten pastry and running inside. He ran out with his mouth hanging open.

“It has a flat screen tv with the latest game console in the market,” He gasped. “That ain’t no regular bus. That’s like something you’d see some famous boy band touring in.” He ran towards Charlie to pat him affectionately on the back. “Gracias amigo. Have I ever told you, you are like a brother to me? True MVP.”

“Zay!” Lucas shrieked, his eyes bulging out.

“Oh no, Lucas is jealous,” Farkle laughed as he grab Smackle’s hand.

“Oh Lukey don’t be jealous,” Missy said going up to him and caressing his arm.

Riley looked away uncomfortably and Charlie noticed. Maya suggested they all go inside and get on the road.

“So I initially wanted to go to South Hampton, but I remembered I recently bought a house in East Hampton,” Charlie told them as they all made their ways inside. “It’s about a two hour drive compared to South Hampton’s four hour drive.”

“You bought a house?” Zay’s mouth was hanging wide open again.

“I am rich, Zay,” Charlie shrugged like it was nothing. “I have my own company remember? Just like Farkle has Minkus International now, I have Gardner Industries.”

“You like to mention your wealth a lot, Gardner.” Lucas putted in.

“It’s something to be proud of,” Charlie said puffing up his chest. “I mean unlike you, I’ve become successful.”

Lucas’s fisted balled up and he was about to answer when someone answered for him.

“Lucas is successful,” Riley said with a tinge of passion. “He has his dream job, something he never thought he could accomplish and he did.He worked just as hard to be where he is as you did and I am immensely proud of him.”

Lucas chest swelled with pride and he threw a smug grin at Charlie who was angrily stomping towards where the driver’s seat was to go tell the driver they were ready to go.

“I’m proud of you too, Lukey!” Missy cheered catching him off guard as she threw her arms around him and landing a big wet kiss near the corner of his mouth.

Riley stared at them, her stomach twisting up. She ignored them and rushed towards a seat. Missy dragged Lucas off towards the end of the bus.

The bus ride was taking a long time and Riley was extremely bored. Billy was playing video games with Zay, Josh and Maya were cuddling, and Farkle and Smackle were playing chess on the small table. Charlie was on his computer near the end of the bus. She felt a somebody plop in the seat next to hers and she glanced up to see Lucas.

“Hi,” He smiled.

“Hi,” She beamed.

“What are you doing?” He asked nodding towards her open books and notepad.

“Just writing and reading stuff,” She shrugged. With a bitter taste in her mouth she remembered Missy. “What did Missy bore you already?”

“Actually she fell asleep,” He said. “I thought Charlie would be connected at your hip.”

With a deep sigh, she shook her head. “He’s working on some business stuff and simultaneously talking to his campaign manager. Right now I’m just an afterthought. Like always.”

Lucas grew quiet for a moment, then blurted out, “Then why are you still with him?”

She bit her lip. “It’s complicated.”

“It always is with you,” His eyes flickered between Josh and Maya to Farkle and Smackle. Both couples were looking at each other lovingly and enjoying each other’s company. “I just always thought when you decided to commit to someone for life, you’d be happily in love, like them. Riley, you don’t seem happy or in love.”

“I-I am.” She stuttered. “I mean how could I not be, Lucas?”

Lucas turned to look her in the eye and her breath caught in her throat.

“Everything about you and Charlie makes sense,” He murmured softly. “But is your heart really in it, Riley? I see the way you are with him and the way you were with me and there’s a major difference. This could be me just seeing into things too much and being hopeful, but with me you always seemed happy and your feelings seemed genuine. With him, you look like you’re forcing yourself to feel something that’s not there. Wouldn’t be the first time when it came to him.”

Even after all these years, he knew her like the back of his hand, and that completely floored Riley and left her shaking in her seat.

“We’re here folks!” The bus driver declared slowing to a stop.

Without another word, Lucas got up and made his way out of the bus, leaving Riley sitting there motionless.

They got off to see a huge house with perfectly manicured lawns and an olympic pool and jacuzzi. From the patio you could see the stretch of gleaming water and smooth sand. The beach was beyond beautiful and Riley couldn’t wait to go jumping in its deep blue waters.

“Wow, buddy,” Zay said astonished as he glanced at Charlie. “You really outdid yourself.”

“Yeah man you did!” Billy agreed. “This gonna be fun!”

Riley sure hoped so.

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They were all huddled on the patio underneath the beautiful starry sky, enjoying the warm glow of the fire from the fire pit. Maya was strumming her guitar and filling the air with her magnificent voice. Josh gazed at her with lopsided grin, his eyes shining with admiration and love. She finished the song and they all clapped.

“Wow Maya who knew you actually had a talent,” Missy said flicking her long brown hair behind her shoulder.

“She has many talents!” Josh stated tucking his girlfriend into his arms. “Don’t you, beautiful?”

Maya smiled and kissed Josh. Missy turned back to Lucas and then the group.

“How about we play a game?”

“Aren’t we too old for games?” Maya muttered.

“What kind of game?” Zay asked his eyes lighting up with interest.

“Truth or dare?” She shrugged.

“Oh please,” Maya scoffed.

“I like that game,” Billy insisted. “But I wouldn’t mind playing spin the bottle with you, sweet cheeks.”

Missy’s nose wrinkled. “Ew no, Billy.”

“Okay I’ll ask first!” Zay shrieked delightedly. “Josh truth or dare?”

“Dare.” He grinned.

“I dare you to go skinny dipping into the beach.” Zay smirked.

“You just wanna see all of this, don’t you Zay?” Josh chuckled gesturing to his body.

“You know it, Sugar.” Zay winked seductively and the group laughed. “Nah, I’m just kidding man.”

“I’ve got a dare for Missy,” Charlie said ominously.

“I didn’t pick though,” She pouted but with the look Charlie was giving her, she quickly caught on. “What is it?”

He paused. “I dare you to kiss Lucas.”

Riley’s eyes flew to Lucas and then Missy. She grabbed his face between her slender hands and began to lean in. Their lips crashed and Missy ran her hands all over him. He was immobile but then his hand went to her shoulder but Missy quickly grabbed it and laced it with hers. She sat herself on his lap and deepened the kiss.

Riley stood up abruptly not being able to stand the sight of them.

“I don’t feel too well,” She confessed before walking away. The last thing she saw clearly was Maya’s sympathetic look.

She rushed off, her eyes flooding with tears that she tried to keep in. Seeing them kissing brought back all these memories. For the longest time, she had thought that Lucas had cheated on her with Missy and seeing them in such a passionate liplock felt like she was being burned inside out.

Lucas pushed Missy off him and looked wildly around at where Riley had gone to.

“Riley.” He gasped standing up. He was about to go after her when Charlie grabbed his arm.

“She’s my fiancee,” He hissed. “I’ll go after her.”

Charlie gave him a deadly glare and went in search of Riley. She was in the house making her way to their shared bedroom.

“What the hell Riley?” Charlie snarled closing the door behind him roughly.

“I-I felt sick, Charlie.” She stammered, trying to keep the tears from shedding. “I think I’m coming up with something.” She sat on the edge of the bed as he approached.

“The only thing you’re coming up with is bullshit,” He snapped. “What do you think I’m dumb? I saw the way you looked when they kissed, Riley.” He grabbed her arm and pulled her up forcefully. “Tell me do you still love him?”

“How could you say that Charlie?” She said, fear coloring her voice.

“Tell me Riley.” He growled tightening his grip on her arm.

“Ow! Charlie you’re hurting me!” She hissed in pain, trying to push him off her.

“Oh like you’re hurting me?” He snapped. “You’re selfish, Riley. You don’t care if I get hurt. You love Lucas don’t you? Don’t you?”

“No,” She answered terrified. “Charlie stop this isn’t you!”

Charlie suddenly released her and she collapsed onto the bed whimpering.

“Oh my gosh Riley I’m so sorry-” He apologized, his eyes wide from realization of what he had done.

“Go,” She whispered, broken. “Please go, I want to be alone.”

“Riley-”

“Go!” She shrieked.

Charlie exited the room and Riley exploded into tears. He had promised he would never hurt her physically again, he had broken that promise and that left Riley terrified of what he would do if she had admitted she did love Lucas.

“I can’t love Lucas,” She sobbed hugging a pillow. “I can’t. Charlie…he would…he…”

She didn’t finish her sentence as new wave of tears got the best of her.

Note: Well, that happened. Missy and Lucas, is that going anywhere? We’ll see what’s in store for them. Charlie’s got some issues he needs to work out. Riley is slowly breaking. Maya and Josh are too cute. Zay… still loves his pastries.

5sos Imagines: Luke [Part3]

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I smiled into the girl’s phone before turning away muttering a small goodbye. They could all tell something was up with us as much as we tried not to let on. We were standing outside of the studio greeting a few of the fans that had waited outside for us. My eyes flickered over to Calum before moving away. He purposely stood as far away from me as possible, the fans could tell something was wrong. We’re supposed to be best friends, we were as close as brothers and the fans knew that, they’re going to hate me just as much as he does when they find out what I’ve done to him.

“So where’s Y/N?” A fan asked with a curious smile on her face. My heart sped up at the sound of her name and I looked away ashamed. I tried my best to not let it show on my face but I knew it was useless, I could never control myself when it came to Y/N that’s what got me in this mess in the first place.

“She’s at home.” I mumbled out signing a few other fans CD’s. Yet the girl persisted, she reminded me of Y/N’s stubborn behavior making me crack a small smile.

“At home? At Calum’s right?” She asked again with narrowing eyes. I shook my head not answering her. I smiled for another fan as she took a selfie of us but the same girl kept on at me about Y/N.

“Funny, there was a picture of her at your house last night and some from a few days ago. Is she living with you, are you two together?” She asked excitedly. I gulped and she squealed, apparently my face gave her the only answer she needed. A few fans aww’d at the news making me blush and duck my head slightly.

“Why isn’t she here now?” The same girl asked again. I didn’t dare turn my back to look at Calum. If I did the fans would easily put two and two together.

“I didn’t want her getting mobbed, I want to keep her safe.” I admitted honestly to them. They all aww’d again a lot louder this time and a ferocious blush crept up onto my cheeks making them all laugh at my reaction.

“You must really care about her?” Another fan murmured. I saw her eyes flicker behind me, probably to one of the body guards as I nodded shuffling my feet.

“Yeah I love her.” The words tumbled from my lips before I could stop them. Wide smiles swept across the fans faces as they giggled and started screaming again. I blushed and was about to walk away when a voice called me back.

“You love her?” I heard Calum ask. I turned to see him standing behind me with his hands clenched into fists. Michael and Ashton moved a little closer to him thinking he was about to lunge at me again. I don’t see why they’d stop him I deserve it, I deserve worse for doing that to Cal.

“Yeah, she means everything to me. And I’m sorry for what I did to you Cal but I can’t stop loving her, she means too much to me.” I apologized quietly. Calum didn’t speak for a moment and all that could be heard was the screaming of fans.

“She misses you man. Y/N loves you, it’s killing her knowing that you hate her-”

“I don’t hate her.” Calum interrupted. I swallowed stuffing my fists inside my jean pockets. My best friend ran a hand through his hair before he spoke again.

“I’ve been thinking and I guess… I guess it wouldn’t be so bad if you two… Dated.” His hissed the last word through gritted teeth. My heart lurched at his words. Y/N hasn’t stopped crying all week. It hurts seeing her so upset and knowing not only that I can’t fix it but I’m the cause of it all. If we got Cal’s acceptance, she could be happy again, I’d have my old Y/N back.

“Does this mean I get Mali?” Ashton interjected with a teasing smile. Both Calum and I shot him a dark glare making him retreat behind Michael who was chuckling at his words.

“Too soon then.” Ignoring Ashton’s words I turned my attention back to Calum. He looked like he hadn’t had any sleep either, I guess this whole situation is tearing us all apart.

“But she moves back in with me.” Calum said firmly. I bit my lip playing with my lip ring nervously. Honestly I liked having Y/N living with me, I liked coming home and seeing the woman I love waiting for me. Besides it makes our sex life a whole lot easier.

“Actually I kinda like having Y/N staying with me-”

“Y/N is coming home to live with me no matter what. I’m trying to keep my baby sister pure and innocent for as long as possible.” Calum interrupted again and I nodded looking away. I didn’t dare disagree with him, not just after having his acceptance.

“Judging by the look on Luke’s face Y/N’s innocence was lost a long time ago.” Michael smirked. The fans snorted with laughter and I bit my lip sending them a suggestive wink. They screamed and I blushed lightly glancing back over at Calum who was glaring darkly at me in anger.

“Luke Robert Hemmings my baby sister better still be a virgin or so help me god-”

“Yes she is relax.” I mumbled out turning my face away. Calum nodded believing my words before he moved towards me pulling me into a hug. I grinned hugging him back and it wasn’t long before Michael and Ashton all joined in too. If I didn’t have a girlfriend and know how boob obsessed these three are I’d swear blind this band are so gay for each other.

“So that’s a no to Mali then?” Ashton joked. Calum grumbled pulling away just as Ashton ran inside. Calum ran ahead after him making the fans laughed. I pulled out my phone texting Y/N the good news.

Y/N means the world to her brother and visa versa. I smiled down texting as she texted back how happy she was. Walking through the studio doors I smiled down at my phone. ‘I told you everything was going to be okay’ I sent to her before sliding my phone back in my pocket. I knew it would work out eventually, it had to. Cal and I both love Y/N just in different ways, it just took a little time for him to see that. The main thing though was that Y/N was happy. If I truly didn’t think it would get any better I would’ve ended it and sent her back to Calum. Sure it would of hurt like hell but it would’ve been better for her. She’s all that matters. Y/N is all that ever matters.

Shot at Happiness-Sherlolly

“We come bearing gifts!” Mary’s far too cheerful voice sang out as she entered Baker Street.

“It is Christmas time, so that’s hardly suprising.” Sherlock replied sarcastically, not even glancing up from the medical journal he was reading. Molly, who been reading the same book over his shoulder, swatted his arm to chastise him.

Both the Watsons greet Molly with bright hellos, Mary gifting her cheek with a small peck.

“We’re just dropping some stuff off,” John explained. His military straight posture was slightly bent, given the amount the bags he was attempting to haul. He dumped a few of the bags on Sherlocks couch, but by his sigh, he wished he could leave them all behind. “God, shopping is hard work.”

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Ok.  I had to write the hiccstrid follow up to this .  I just kept on thinking of Hiccup awkwardly saying lover a la Kirk Kettner and I needed it.  


Hiccup walks into the clearing behind Astrid’s hut, flinching when her axe hits an upturned log with an ear-splitting thwack.  The log falls into two even pieces and her axe swings limply in her hand as she leans down to set one of them upright on her chopping block.  She mutters something to herself and adjusts her grip on the axe handle, jumping slightly when she sees him, her hand flying to her chest.  

“Thor’s beard, Hiccup, don’t sneak up on me like that, I could have taken your head off.”  

“You would do that to your lover?”  The smile freezes on his face as her expression falls into something astounded and dumbfounded, pale and expressionless except for the red tinge of her cheeks.  “I—”

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