the aunt who came to dinner

Pavlov had it all wrong

I am a single adult human living in a house with two corgis. Got Girldog from a shelter when she was about a year, year and a half old maybe; got Boydog a few years later as an 8-week puppeh. And let me tell you something, from Day One, this has been a three-way psychological experiment. I no longer know who is manipulating who on a daily basis.

  • One of the first things I trained Girldog to do was not to bark at the dinner table; if she barked at me while I was eating, I put her in The Quiet Place (her crate) where she couldn’t see me. She learned almost immediately to subvocalize her barks, to let out a breath with just enough vocal cord vibration that I wouldn’t QUIIIITE consider it a bark and move her further away from the food. It’s a sound like this: “Hrrrr. Hrrrr. Hhhrahhh.” I didn’t realize how odd this was until my aunt came over and said, “That dog hissed at me.” “Yes,” I said, “she does that.”
  • Boydog learned to do tricks by watching Girldog. I never taught him to sit. He learned by watching Girldog get a treat for sitting. Once, I told both dogs to sit at the same time, while I held a treat in each hand. When Girldog didn’t sit quick enough, Boydog put his paw on her butt and pushed her down.
  • I hung a bell on the door and taught Boydog to ring it when he wants to go out. Girldog sees no reason she should ring the bell, as it is beneath her dignity, and she can get her way by barking instead. Boydog, however, will ring the bell for Girldog when she lurks around by the door, although he has no interest in going outside himself. Girldog has made Boydog her personal slave in this matter.
  • Boydog rings the bell when he doesn’t need to go out but thinks I have been at my computer too long. By the time I get to the kitchen, he’s nowhere near the door, but hey mom, as long as you’re up, let’s play! He obviously does not believe I can see through this extremely clever ploy.
  • Girldog once climbed onto a sofa, crossed the back of it, leapt from the sofa to my desk chair, leapt from the chair to the desk, and knocked all my stuff off the desk. (I wasn’t there, but it was obvious from the trail of destruction what route she had taken.) Then she got down and proceeded to ignore the bag of corn chips she’d encountered and focus her attention on biting my phone charger in half, chewing up a USB memory stick, and eating a pen. I still have no idea how she could be so smart and so dumb at the same time.
  • Boydog will chase a laser pointer (not uncommon for dogs introduced to them as puppies! Pro tip) but only when Girldog is not around, because she hates it for some reason and will tackle him for it. Girldog also likes to be outside while I want to be in, and Boydog prefers to have us both inside. Boydog will lead me to the laser pointer, pester me until I get it down, and then run around chasing the laser and barking madly. No matter how stubborn Girldog has been about staying outside, she wants to know what he’s barking at and immediately comes inside. (It is always the laser pointer he’s barking at, Girldog. Always.)
  • There is a chair in my bedroom that I cannot sit on. The dogs take turns sleeping on it, depending on who gets there first. The only hard and fast rule is that if the human sits on the chair, they will both lose their cool. The chair is for dogs only. I have not even tried to sit on the chair for about six months now.

I suspect I’ll be adding more of these as the three of us continue to train each other.

Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner?

Spoiler Alert: It’s Barba. Barba’s coming to dinner.

This was from a request received a LONG time ago regarding: Barba dating someone with a conservative/racist family from the Midwest. I can’t find the exact request to link to, but I had this in my WIP drafts with the bolded line as the title so… here we go.

Originally posted by sherrykinss

Please note: I absolutely mean no offense on any side for this little story, and am definitely utilizing stereotypes in both regards: My father’s side of the family was very conservative and blissfully-ignorant… I am absolutely basing this on people in my own Midwest-World experience.


“What kind of name is Barba?”

Rafael winced at the announcement of his name. “Cuban,” he advised simply, before leaning across and smiling at your aunt. “The dinner is delicious by the way, Ma'am.”

Why were you here? 

How had he convinced you that this would be a good idea? You hadn’t wanted to subject him to this. No, not at all, you had actually not even told him the invitation had arrived- he had found it on your fridge one evening he was visiting you after work.

An invitation. Who sends invitations for dinner parties?
Your sweet Aunt, of course.

“Cuban, eh?” Naturally, your father regarded this as an interesting opportunity(excuse) to be as passive-aggressive as humanly possible. “Is it normal over there to date younger?”

Younger? You were barely four years younger than your date…

Oh God; you took up your wine glass and gulped, calm Rafael only smiled and lay a palm atop your thigh to try and convey just how ‘fine’ this all was. “No, I just happen to be lucky enough to have caught youthful (Your Name)’s eye.”

Fine. That was how he said this evening would go- just fine.
The only Fine thing about this were the China dishes your aunt had pulled out from hiding.

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Holidays

Imagine you and Jerome staying the Easter Holiday with your crazy mercenary family, that lived on a farm.
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-You arrived nearly dusk. The sky couldn’t be more beautiful, and Jerome smiled nervously by your side

-‘Everything is going to be ok. We are staying just for a weekend’, you said, taking his hand and directing your path to the barn, instead of going to the main, big and white house

-His lack of words was scaring you

-‘We don’t need to stay, you know. Just wondered you would like to get away from Gotham for a tim-’

-'No, (Y/N). We are staying’

-You smiled in response to his little smile

-Inside the red construction, you pointed a safe, where your father kept your clothes for riding

-'We have to leave our pistols here. My mother hates weapons inside home’

-Your parents were not like you and Jerome, but they accepted the boy and his peculiarities, what meant that he should really be nervous to meet the family who somehow, liked him

-After you shut the trunk, Jerome took you by the waist, closing the distance between you, and kissed your lips nervously

-He smiled and nodded, letting you lead him to the center house

-You crossed the field and arrived to the front door, the one Jerome knocked firmly

-'Uncle Ty, take your fucking hands out of the pie. Babe, please, help him… Bloody hell’

-The blonde and well maked-up woman took a long step, hugging you soon after

-'Daddy, look who is here! No, not the hot neighbor, it’s your daughter and…’

-She trailed off, reaching Jerome’s face, touching him kindly

-'You are much 'more pretty’ live’

-Jerome laugher came cut and your mother laughed long after that

-'Truly a childish laugh, (Y/N). Come in, you two’

-All your family was inside the great house. Your aunts and uncles, your cousins and your grands

-'I know you!’, a kid said when put his eyes in Jerome, 'you are the magician’

-The dinner was after you and Jerome found your bedroom

-Grandma Dory was the first one to take notice of Jerome after the eating begun

-’(Y/N) is dating, hum? And you boy, what you do in your life?’, asked the grandpa

-Jerome could turn himself into a innocent human being when he got ashamed

-'He is a journalist, grandpa, a journalist from Gotham’s newspaper’, you said, a mischief smile playing in your lips, as your laid your head in Jerome’s shoulder

-'A journalist, hum?’

-'Well, kind of…’

-'What you talk about, boy?’

-You, your mother and a knowingly grandmother laughed at Jerome’s thinking face

-'About politics, babe’, grandma answered

-'By the way, Jerome, thanks for your social work killing the commissioner. We were anxious for her death. And the vice-mayor’, and Theo Galavan’…’

-'Theo Galavan mainly. That son of a bitch obligated us to leave our last city because of our “dishonest job”’

-'Killed? He is a fucking murderer too?’

-'Please, Joe. You judge too much. The boy is inoffensive’, Grandma Dory said, putting a white lock behind her ear, and sent Jerome a flirt smile, 'He seems so, at least. How is he in bed, (Y/N)?’

-You saw Jerome lost his shame gradually during the night talks, all family amazed by his and yours accomplishments

-'I think it’s time for us to go to sleep’

-Grandma asked for Jerome to follow her till her bedroom, kissing his cheek dreamily

-'I liked her’, he said, closing the door behind him

-'Go sleep with her, then’, you said, teasing him

-He laughed and approached you, 'all this is jealous?’

-'maybe’

-'of an old lady?’

-'maybe’, you smiled, putting your arms around his neck, 'I might be kind of insecure’

-'and what can I do?’, but you didn't  have to answer because he was kissing your lips before you had the chance to formulate a sentence

-'Kids! Try not to make too much noise, alright? No one want grandma wondering tomorrow’

-You laughed in Jerome’s neck as he answered a 'we can try’, taking from your mother another laugher

-Jerome lost all his shame before morning, building other thing in this meantime: respect, for a family he never had but still treated him like part of this.

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Sorry my mistakes XO

on the day that harry was born, he spent the day being passed around from shaking hands to shaking hands. he slept soundly through the sound of laughter and sweet whispers. he was both wrinkly and content. 

on harry’s first birthday, he woke up to a pile of presents that came up to his father’s waist. he giggled and watched in awe as the balloons that filled his house changed colors and shapes every time his chubby fists grabbed onto them. 

on harry’s second birthday, he was awoken at midnight by his aunt petunia who quickly dropped a sliver of chocolate onto his crib before shutting the door once more. he ate the sweet alone in the dark. 

on harry’s third birthday, there was no party or mention of what day it was. petunia made harry’s favorite meal for dinner without saying a word. 

on harry’s fourth birthday, he watched as dudley cruised around on a fancy motorized toy car that vernon had bought him. he watched with envy as vernon said, “that toy isn’t for you, boy.” 

on harry’s fifth birthday, he received a box of dudley’s old winter clothing as a gift. he rolled one of the fleece sweaters into a ball and cuddled it as he slept.

on harry’s sixth birthday, he spent the day outside. he ran away early in the morning and spent his time going to house to house asking for juice, since it was boiling hot and he had forgotten to pack food or water. a neighbor eventually turned him in, and he spent the rest of the summer locked in his room. 

on harry’s seventh birthday, he was dumped at ms figg’s house as the dursley’s spent two weeks on a vacation to the coast. she made him cake as she showed off more of her photo albums. there was one photo that he saw that caught his attention. it was a moving one where everyone was wearing long cloaks and in the photo there was a beautiful ginger woman smiling next to a man with messy black hair who was laughing at something off camera. the woman’s bright green eyes caught his and he felt his heart clench.  

on harry’s eighth birthday, he spent the day doing chores. not a word was spoken to him the entire day. 

on harry’s ninth birthday, he was poked and prodded at by dudley and dudley’s friends. the black eye he received that day faded overnight, almost like magic. 

on harry’s tenth birthday he stayed up the night before writing his own birthday card. he put it in the mailbox right before the mailman came and patiently waited for the sound of the mail slot. vernon reached the door before him, saw the card and laughed before ripping it up. harry spent that night silently crying as he wished for someone, something to take him away from this place. 

Revenge - Part 1

Pairing: Captain Hook x Reader

Featuring: none

Words: 1557

Warning: none

Tags: none

Request: requested by Anonymous:

“can u please do a killian jones/captain hook (from outa) imagine pls :)”

Notes: as I always say: sorry for taking so long. Really. It’s hard to find the time to write every day and I’ve been away for more than a week. But I hope you like it! It’s going to be a multiple parts thing so if anyone wants to be tagged just let me know!

Originally posted by thedarkoneswan

PART 2  /  PART 3  /  PART 4  /   PART 5  /  PART 6  /  PART 7




You knew your place in the world, you never had any doubt about it. You weren’t a thief, you weren’t a princess or a maid, you were just a waitress at a tavern in a small town in the Enchanted Forest. The tavern belonged to your parents until the Evil Queen decided to assassin them, accusing them of hiding Snow White. You were just a kid when that happened but ever since, you had been planning your personal vendetta against the Queen, ignoring your aunt’s advices.

She always told you to let go of it, to move on, to forget about your revenge since it would just get you killed. Like you cared. That woman made you an orphan, she killed your parents in cold blood and that was all you cared about. Actually, you had been practising with the sword for 3 years while you saved the money you got from your tips. You knew the Evil Queen wouldn’t just appear out of nowhere, you would have to look for her and you were ready to do so.

“(Y/N)!” Your aunt came running into the kitchen where you were talking to the cook about that night’s dinner. “Lucky night. A ship has arrived tonight. The tavern is full to its top!”

Your mood changed immediately. Sailors were the ones who left more tips, the ones who drank and ate the most and, therefore, they ones that wasted more money. Maybe, thanks to this night, you would be almost ready to leave.

“Perfect, then let’s get to work”, you said as you adjusted your dress, showing a bit more of cleavage.

“Be careful, darling. You also know how they are” your aunt warned you.

“Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing”, you winked at her.

Indeed you were. You knew exactly how to deal with men. They were hungry, they were thirsty and they were horny enough to waste a big amount of money trying to get a woman into their bed that night. You knew how it worked and you knew exactly how to make them think they would get lucky that night without actually give it to them.

When you stepped out of the kitchen you looked around. Mathew was on the bar, serving beers one after the another but it was obvious he needed help so you smiled and took the wooden tray before you started walking around the tavern, asking the sailors what they wanted and getting the drinks and food for them as you flirted with them, giving them your best smiles but also not letting them getting too close or comfy.

“Have you seen that guy?” Your aunt asked you when you two were having some water at the bar, taking a little break. You looked at the corner where she pointed.

There was a guy seated there. He had a drink in front of him but you didn’t remember giving it to him. He was all dressed in black leather, his hair was as black as his clothes but his eyes were so blue that you could see them from the distance. Maybe because he was staring at you which made you look away immediately.

“He’s been there the whole time?” You asked. Your aunt nodded looking at the man for a moment. “I didn’t even see him” you laughed suddenly nervous since you were now perfectly aware of his intense eyes on your back.

“He hasn’t moved from that spot since they arrived. I think he’s the Captain of the ship. Sometimes, some of the men approach him but he doesn’t talk much and he has been looking at you the whole time”, she explained in a loud whisper.

“Well, I don’t care if he’s the Captain, he’s a creep”, you mumbled running a hand through your hair and taking the tray again. “There’s a lot of work and I’m not going to worry about a man I don’t even know and who doesn’t even talk”, you added.

Giving him one last look you went back to work but you had to admit you weren’t completely focused. You feel his eyes on you, like he could see through your body somehow and it was making you nervous.

After an hour you just couldn’t take it anymore so you took a beer from Mathew and walked over to his table with a smile.

“Hey there, you seem too quiet”, you said placing the drink in front of him.

“And you look too young to be seeking revenge”, he replied looking at you with a hint of a smirk on his lips.

His words made your smile disappear. How did he know? The Queen sent him? Was this all a trap?

“Who are you?” You asked when you managed to put yourself back together.

“Hook, Captain Hook”, he said.

Hook? You knew him. You knew who he was, everyone did. Instantly, you looked down at his hand where you saw the silver hook instead of his hand and then your eyes went back to his face. This was the man who had been to Neverland, who had faced Peter Pan, whose hand was eaten by a crocodile and who wanted to kill the Dark One. He was a legend and there he was.

“Apparently you heard of me, love”, he said.

“How do you know who I am?” You asked.

“I certainly don’t know your name, but I do know your story”, he smirked. “Your parents were victims of the Evil Queen, you were left an orphan, raised by your aunt in this tavern, learning the family business, being nice, all smiles and flirting, being the perfect waitress. But you have a secret”, he leaned closer to where you were and whispered loud enough for you to hear his words. “Every day, every night, you dream about stabbing the Queen’s cold heart with your sword”

By the time he finished talking your eyes were as cold as the Queen’s heart. Somehow this man knew your story, knew your purpose, knew you. But how?

“How do you know that?” You asked.

“Information flies, love”, he shrugged. “And people talks. You talked a time ago, someone heard you and talked. Eventually, the news came to me and here I am”, he said.

You tried to remember when was the last time you told someone about your plan. You knew your aunt knew about it, but you also were certain she had never said a word. Looking around, your eyes went to Mathew. Of course. You knew he had heard you talking to Anne, your aunt, once. It had to be him.

“And what do you want?” You asked Hook.

“I want in” he stated.

“What?” You said shocked. He wanted…in? “It’s the Dark One you want to kill, not the Queen”, you said placing the tray against your hip.

“Well…it happens the Crocodile and the Queen are quite close and I’m not exactly an admirer of her work”, he explained.

“So you’re just bored”, you said rolling your eyes. “I work alone, Captain. Have a good night”, you said before turning around to go back to your work.

Just like every time a ship arrived in town, the sailors were there drinking until closing time. Even then it was hard to kick them out of the tavern. The whole time you were thinking about Hook’s proposal. He couldn’t be serious. It just made no sense. There had to be something behind it. Judging by the stories you heard, Captain Hook never made a move without a reason.

“That’s weird”, Anne told you when you two were cleaning the table while Mathew was cleaning the bar and Andrew, the cook, was cleaning the kitchen. “But you know what I think, (Y/N): you have to forget about it and move on.”

“I know that’s your opinion, aunt, but I can’t ok?” You said for the hundredth time.

“Alright”, she sighed.

Once you finished cleaning the place it was 3 in the morning. You took the bucket full of the water you had used to do the cleaning and walked out of the tavern to throw it out. You never expected to see Hook out there, just in front of the establishment, leaned against the wall. All you did was looking at him for some seconds before throwing away the water and going back to the tavern but his voice stopped you.

“You know you’re considering it”, he said in a calmed tone.

“You know nothing”, you snapped turning to look at him.

“C’mon love, it can be fun”, he replied now walking towards you. “An adventure, you get your revenge, I have another chance to get mine, and maybe you and I…” he winked at you.

“Your chances to get me into your bed, Captain, are the same of you killing the Crocodile” you snapped once again. He laughed and nodded his head.

“I deserved that”, he admitted. “Just think about it. We will set sail in the morning. If you change your mind and want to grab this chance, you know where the Jolly Roger is”

With that being said, he turned around and started walking away, towards the dock, leaving you there alone with a million doubts in your mind but knowing you would never have a chance like this one ever again.

Slam Dunk Chapter 1

Hello everyone! Welcome to the third and final part of the Defense series. I cannot wait for you guys to read this series, you’re in for a crazy ride!

Most of the chapters in this series will be inspired by Banks’ songs, the song inspo is real right now! 

The song that I seeked inspiration from is, Alibi by Banks

Here is the link to the song

I hope you enjoy this first chapter.

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“Mom, can I stay over Dad’s for dinner?” Mackenzie asks Ahsha who just came in from a long day at work at the dance studio. The mom had been working on choreography at her dance studio and was in need of a well deserved nap.

“Yes sweetheart. Where is your brother?”

“He’s hanging out with Daddy. Do you want to speak to him?” The eleven year old has a sly smile on her face as she looks at her great aunt, Katharine.

Ahsha tenses up at the mention of Derek’s presence and she finishes putting the papers into their appropriate files.

“No Ken, it’s okay. I can just talk to him later.”

“Ken, is that your mom?” Derek asks as he strolls into the room with Carter at his side, the two just finished watching basketball.

“Yeah, here dad!” Mackenzie cheers and practically throws the phone into her father’s hands. Derek chuckles at his daughter and shakes his head.

“Thank you, Ken.”

Derek and Ahsha have not spoken to each other in two years and had just finished with the finalization of their divorce.

“Hey.” Derek answers the phone, letting out a light chuckle at Ahsha’s incoherent rambling on the other end of the phone. He hopes that she says something to him over the phone.

“Hey. Derek, I have to go. I’ll be at the mansion to pick up the kids around eight, if that’s okay.” She blurts out and smacks herself in the head for talking, grabbing her laptop.

“Yeah, it’s fine Ahsh,” Derek answers and his eyes widen at the mention of his wife’s nickname, Ahsha’s heart skips a beat. “Remember, you’re always welcome over for dinner.”

“Thanks Derek. I really need to go, I’m in the middle of something important. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Okay. Talk to you later.” Derek retorts.

“Bye.” Ahsha says and quickly hangs up the phone. She feels her heart racing once again and feels tears rushing to her eyes. She quickly wipes them away before they turn into full on sobs.

“You already cried over him last night. When are you going to stop?” She asks herself, unable to stop the tears from flowing this time.

Her phone rings once again and her heart races as she closes her laptop. She grabs the phone and realizes that Kyle is calling her phone.

“Hey Carebear!” The blonde answers excitedly. Little does Ahsha know, she is making her way up to her condo now.

“Hey.” She answers the phone, sounding glum.

“Carebear? Spill it.” Kyle drills, sensing the tone of her best friend’s voice.

“I’m fine, Kyle.” Kyle’s phone cuts off and she knocks on Ahsha’s large white door. Ahsha jumps up and opens the door for her best friend. Kyle walks right into her best friend’s condo and gives her best friend a tight, comforting hug as she cries in her arms.

“Sister intuition told me you weren’t fine which is why I came over. Now spill it.” Kyle says as she lets her best friend go and takes a seat next to her on the chair, putting her Celine bag on another chair.

“Derek invited me over for dinner and I don’t know if I can go. Kyle I’m not even over him yet.” Kyle nods her head in understanding and rubs Ahsha’s back.

“I know it’s been a year since the divorce and I know how hard it is seeing him everyday and not being able to still jump in his arms and tell him you love him. It’s okay to still be upset. Getting over him is going to take some time, take as much of it as you need but don’t rush it.”

“I still love him.” Ahsha admits for the first time since the day of the divorce being finalized.

“And that’s okay, love.” Ahsha wipes her tears away and wraps her arms tighter around Kyle, holding her close.

Ahsha’s phone rings once again and she sees Derek’s number pop up on the screen. Kyle gently rubs her back as she picks up the phone.
“Hello?”

"Mommy can you please come for dinner? We’re having chicken parmgon.” Chloe answers. A chuckle escapes Ahsha’s lips, giving both her and Kyle some light at the end of the tunnel.  

“Chloe it’s parmapon.” Lillianna answers, causing Mackenzie and Katharine to crack up at her.

“Sweetheart, it’s Chicken Parmesan.” Mackenzie says before taking the phone. Ahsha sits at the other end of the phone chuckling at her girls.

“Mom can you please come for dinner?” Ahsha’s eldest inquires.

“Please mom?” Carter says, standing next to his sister while his father is still busy preparing dinner in the kitchen.

“Pleaseeeee?” All four kids beg, warming Ahsha’s heart.

“Fine, I’ll come to dinner tonight. Auntie Kyle’s coming too.” Kyle’s face has confusion written all over it.

“I’m doing what?” She asks.

“Okay mommy! I’ll talk to you later, bye!” Mackenzie answers before she quickly hangs up the phone, seeing her father walking into the den.

“What are you guys doing?” Derek asks, noticing Mackenzie’s nervous expression. Chloe and Lillianna look at each other with their eyes wide open.

“Nothing!” The twins exclaim at the same time.

“Chloe and Lilly are up to no good like always.” Carter says, causing the twins to give him the side eye.

“They look just like Ahsha.” Katharine laughs out loud as she sees the twins’ little faces.

“Right?” Mackenzie chimes in and sits next to her great-aunt on the chair.

“I’m going to take the chicken out of the oven. Dinner should be ready in about fifteen minutes.” Derek tells everyone and leaves the den.

“Kids.” He scoffs as the thought of Ahsha coming for dinner crosses his mind.

Back at her apartment, Ahsha is now tapping away at the emails on her laptop while a million and one questions escape Kyle’s lips.

“What if you two get back together again?”

“Kyle.”

“Ahsha. I’m just asking Carebear, it’s so obvious that you still love him.”

“Really? How so?” The mother asks as she stops typing up the roll sheet for tomorrow’s hip hop class. The conversation strikes a nerve and she tenses up.

“Shall we talk about when he walked in here with the twins yesterday? You couldn’t stop staring at him.” Kyle says as Ahsha looks down at her lap.

“Yeah. But.”

“There’s no buts Carebear. Plus you told me twenty minutes ago that you still love him. I may be blonde, but I’m not stupid. Let’s go to dinner, I’m hungry.” The blonde chuckles and wraps her arms around her best friend.

“I’m not driving.” Ahsha tells her. The two best friends head out the door and get into Kyle’s car.

En route to the mansion, Kyle starts to ask questions again. “So are you excited to finally talk to Derek?”

“I don’t want to talk to him Kyle,” Ahsha replies bitterly. “The last time he and I had a full conversation, it was the day I divorced him.”

Kyle stays quiet and continues driving, knowing Ahsha’s stubbornness will wear off after a while. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“What, Kyle?”

“You don’t think you guys gave up too easily? I get that he was hurt about Mary and that he decided to shut down, but you shut down on him too.”

“Kyle, I really don’t want to discuss why he and I divorced. I am trying to move on.”

“Move on or keep stuff from me? Carter told me that you still cry in your sleep. I know today wasn’t the first time you’ve cried like that.” Kyle takes a glance at Ahsha before she pulls up to the red light.

“It happened once or twice.”

“Not counting tonight. Last night, two nights ago?” Kyle asks, seeing Ahsha crumble.

The young mother looks out the window, feeling her heart racing. “Yeah.”

The blonde stops the car and looks over at her friend again. “Like I said, It’s okay to still be upset babe. You two have been divorced for a year, no one says you have to heal overnight.”

“It’s easy for you to say when you’re married and you two are going strong, Kyle. Do you know how bad it hurts to see him everyday and know that what we had is gone?” Ahsha asks as tears fill the rim of her eyes.

Kyle pulls into the driveway at the mansion and hugs Ahsha after putting the car in park. “I can’t go in there crying.” Ahsha jokes and wipes her eyes.

“I’m right here, remember.” Kyle tells her and grabs her hand.

“Thank you, Kyle.”

The two get out of Kyle’s car and walk to the door of the mansion. Kyle knocks as Ahsha stands there somewhat frozen in fear of what the evening holds.

Max the Pit Bull barks in excitement as he smells Ahsha’s scent and runs in circles around Katharine who makes her way to the door. “Calm down, buddy.”

Katharine opens the door and beams as she sees Ahsha. “I missed you!”

“I saw you earlier at dance, Kath.” Ahsha chuckles and hugs Katharine back.

Max waits for Katharine to stop hugging Ahsha before he jumps on her and then jumps back down. “Max!” Ahsha coos and plays with the large dog who is very excited to see her.  He excitedly rolls over and lets her rub his stomach. He snorts out loud and moves his large legs as Ahsha reaches his ticklish spot.

“Mommy!” The twins scream and run to their mother. Ahsha perks up and stops rubbing Max. The dog gets up and runs out of the room, going to greet Derek in the kitchen.

“Hi my babies!” Ahsha coos and kisses Chloe and Lillianna all over their little faces. They let out their little laughs and hug their mom.

Ahsha puts the girls down and notices Lillianna’s hair is out of its ballerina bun and into a regular ponytail. “Where’s your pretty bun, Lil?”

“I like ponytails better, mommy.” The three year old sighs.

“Auntie Kyle!” Lillianna screams, making Kyle laugh.

“Lilly pie!” Kyle happily cheers and picks Lilly up, kissing her all over her face.

“What about me?” Chloe says, crossing her little arms in disbelief about her godmother’s behavior.

“If you aren’t your daddy’s twin.”

“No! I’m Lilly’s!” Chloe replies as Kyle kisses her cheeks. Kyle places both the girls down and notices Ahsha and Katharine in conversation.

The twins run off to go tell Derek that Ahsha and Kyle arrived. Ahsha and Kyle take off their shoes and place them next to the door with everyone else’s shoes.

“Hi mom!” Mackenzie calls out and rushes to give her mother a hug.

“My big baby!” Ahsha says and wraps her arms around her oldest child.

“Your favorite baby.” She reminds her mother as Ahsha kisses her forehead.

“Actually, I think Carter’s my favorite.” Ahsha says as she sees her son coming into the room to greet her as well.

“Hey!”

“It’s not my fault I’m mommy’s favorite.” He replies as he hugs Ahsha as well. Ahsha presses a kiss to her little boy’s forehead and holds both of her children close to her.

“I love the both of you.”

“We love you too.” The two siblings reply at the same time. The three let each other go and they go to hug Kyle.

“I’m your favorite, right Auntie Ky?” Mackenzie asks, batting her big brown eyes.

“Yes, you are, my sweet Kenzie.” Kyle tells her and kisses her forehead, wrapping her arms around her goddaughter.

“Me too?” Carter asks, seeming hopeful. Kyle laughs loudly and hugs her godson.

“Yes, you too, my handsome.”

Derek walks into the living room with the twins at his side, he looks at Ahsha and suddenly forgets what he has to say. He is taken aback at her beauty.

Even in a pair of leggings, a Loyola Marymount hoodie, no makeup, and her hair up in a bun, Ahsha Hayes could still be the most beautiful person to Derek.

“Dinner’s ready?” Katharine asks, noticing Derek and Ahsha looking at each other without breaking their gazes.

Katharine and Kyle look at each other and wink. “Yes.” Derek states as Lilly bumps his side on purpose. She and Chloe look at each other and laugh loudly, the two wink at each other.

“Yeah, dinner’s ready.” He replies again, rubbing his head.

“Let’s eat!” Chloe cheers and rushes into the large dining room, pulling Lilly with her. “They still love each other!” Chloe excitedly whispers to her little twin.

“I know!”

Everyone follows behind the twins, unaware of their whispers to each other regarding their parents.

Taking their seats, Ahsha notices that she is sitting in between Mackenzie and Kyle.

Derek says grace and then everyone passes around the food. The parents each help out the twins with getting their chicken and spaghetti on their plates.

The dinner table was filled with small conversation as everyone enjoyed the delicious dinner prepared by Derek. Ahsha internally sighs, appreciating the taste of Derek’s cooking all over again. Chloe and Lilly were the first to finish and were excused from the table to go play. The kids finish eating and everyone around the table shared stories about their day, except for Ahsha who stayed quiet, feeling awkward in the presence of her former lover.

The sound of her ex-husband’s deep voice was enough to send Ahsha’s heart beat into shock. The angelic voice was enough to take her brain to places she had forgotten all about in the past year. The thought of the former baller turned Devils CEO’s body pressed against hers made her soak in a place where she thought was a desert.

“Well guys I have to go. I have a presentation that I have to prepare for class tomorrow.” Katharine tells everyone.

“Go ahead, Ms. high schooler.” Ahsha teases. The seventeen year old lets out an exasperated, “Two more weeks until graduation.”

Katharine gives Kyle, Ahsha, and Derek hugs. “Goodnight guys.”

“Goodnight. Let me know when you get home.” Derek calls out. Ahsha and Kyle finish eating their food and are stuffed.

“Will do, nephew!” Katharine teases as she makes her way out of the dining room. Derek rolls his eyes at his younger aunt’s statement. Having a great aunt who is eighteen years younger than him seems a little embarrassing, but having her around was like having a younger sibling.

Katharine says goodbye to her great-nieces and nephews, then heads home to her parents, John and Elise.

The girls run back into the dining room. “Daddy what’s for dessert?”

“Apple pie and ice cream in thirty minutes.” He answers. The two run back into their playroom right after they get the answer they were looking for.

The table falls awkwardly quiet as the three adults sit in silence, not knowing what to say next.

Ahsha realizes that she has to use the bathroom.

“Excuse me.” She says and gets up from the table feeling hot, dizzy, and nervous. The young mom wanders upstairs and straight into her large, spacious, old master suite without even realizing her actions. She heads straight to the bathroom and starts to use it. Looking to the left to grab toilet paper to wipe with, she notices that there is barely any toilet paper left.

She uses what she needs and gets off of the toilet. She then gets dressed again and goes about her business in the bathroom.

After washing her hands she plans on getting more toilet paper but remembers she cannot reach. “Okay, jump.” Ahsha says, speaking to herself jumps as high as she can to grab the toilet paper.

“Dang it.” She says aloud and continues to try and reach the toilet paper.

Derek finds himself checking up on Ahsha who has been gone for a while. He makes his way to the master suite and hears Ahsha trying to reach the toilet paper and chuckles. He knocks on the door and she answers it, breathing heavily due to jumping around.

“Do you need help?” He asks, sending an entire army of butterflies to her stomach.

“I got it.” She snaps, realizing that her tone came out somewhat harsh when she sees his face change.

“Sorry I didn’t mean…”

“It’s okay. Here.” He tells her. He comes behind her and wraps her arms around her waist, picking her up so that she can reach the basket with the toilet paper. She grabs a roll and Derek gently places her back down, slightly hypnotized by the smell of her perfume.

“Thanks.” She tells him and looks up at him, realizing that she cannot look away from his eyes.

She notices what is happening and excuses herself. “I’ll see you downs…” she is cut off by her ex husband’s lips covering hers.

Without giving any thought to their ordeal, the two continue to kiss. Ahsha forgets about the toilet paper in her hands and lets it fall onto the bathroom floor.

Derek picks Ahsha up and places her on the bathroom counter, still attacking her with body with kisses.

He starts to slip his hands underneath Ahsha’s hoodie and she quickly removes it without hesitation. She grabs Derek’s white tee shirt and slips it over his head and goes back to kissing him. In one swift motion Derek manages to pull off Ahsha’s leggings and lacy peach thong. She feels the cool air in the bathroom hit her bare center and she shivers.

Derek presses hard kisses to Ahsha’s neck and she pulls his pants as well as his boxers, revealing his large, erect piece.

The kisses on Ahsha’s neck start to move down to her breasts as Derek twirls his tongue around her hard, sensitive buds, causing her to moan. Derek’s large hand covers Ahsha’s bare center and she nearly jumps when his large finger traces a circle around her clit and she bites her lip.

Derek senses her body’s reaction and gently moves his two fingers into her. Ahsha struggles to hold on to the bathroom counter and nearly falls off when Derek places her back on. Her fingernails claw at Derek’s back as he continues his hard movements. Ahsha’s moans grow louder and before she knows it, Derek’s face is now in between her legs, cleaning up her juices himself.

Ahsha’s legs turn into jello as Derek continues his work at making her moan his name. “Derekkkkkkk.” She screams as she releases into his mouth. The feeling of euphoric pleasure takes over and a smile graces her lips as he continues to pleasure tease her with his soft lips.

“Please Derek!” She screams, begging to feel him inside her warm body. Derek gives in to her plea and stands back up, moving himself into her, nearly shocking her. Her eyes roll to the back of her head and she rubs Derek’s back as his lips devour the sweet spot on her neck.

He stops to look at the beautiful woman that he is having sex with after a year. His brown eyes scan her beautiful face, sensing her love filled emotion.

Ahsha looks into his eyes as his movements continue. Their eyes automatically read “I still love you.” and Ahsha lays her head on Derek’s shoulder as he quickly moves in and out of her. She feels herself release for the second time and Derek moans when he feels Ahsha’s walls tighten around him once more.

The dancer picks her head back up and presses another kiss to the baller’s lips, this time pouring pure lust is in the kiss.

As Derek keeps moving Ahsha feels his piece pulsing inside of her and decides to mess with him a bit by going faster than his pace. She smirks as he slows down, this time stroking her hard and slow.

He releases inside of her and kisses Ahsha’s lips. The both of them stay silent, the pleasure still takes over them and without a word, Derek slides out of her, leaving her sore.

Ahsha gets up and quickly gets dressed, finally realizing what she had just done with her ex husband. Derek passes her her gray hoodie.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” He answers.

Ahsha finishes getting dressed and fixes herself in the mirror. Derek does the same and lets her leave the bathroom first.

He runs his hands over his face and realization of recent events hit him. “What did I do?” He asks, feeling nauseous and dizzy due to his actions.

Ahsha practically races out of her old bedroom and downstairs to Kyle who looks at her best friend as if she has two heads. She notices the small mark on her neck that wasn’t there an hour ago and her eyes widen.

“Girl!” Kyle screams, causing Chloe’s head to snap up.

“We have to talk later.” She whispers, running her hands through her short hair.

“I’ll tell you everything.” Ahsha whispers back as the kids go back to playing amongst themselves.

Derek is in the kitchen moving the warm, freshly baked apple pie slices to plates when Kyle walks into the kitchen. “What the did you two do?”

“Nothing.” Derek quickly chirps and finishes plating the desserts.

“D-Ro.” Kyle sternly says, causing Derek to look up from the plates.

“Ahsha and I had sex.” He admits, tears threatening to rush down his eyes. Kyle’s heart breaks as she hears Derek’s voice crack.

“You did what now?”

“I’m pretty sure I messed things up even more, Ky.” Derek says, trying not to become too upset in front of one of his best friends.

“No you didn’t. Look, between me and you, Ahsha still loves you even if you think she doesn’t. You didn’t mess things up. Who knows, maybe this was a good thing.”

“How Kyle?”

“I don’t know, but it could probably help you two get back together again.” She says, rubbing his arm. She heads out the kitchen, leaving Derek to ponder his conflicting thoughts.

Kyle sits down next to Ahsha in the den as Mackenzie tells Ahsha a story about something that happened earlier in the day. Derek walks into the room waiting for Mackenzie to finish telling her story. She finishes and looks at her dad.
“Pie time?” She excitedly cheers.

“Pie time!” Derek mimics.

Everyone walks back to the dining room and sit down for dessert. Ahsha feels a little awkward as Derek passes her some pie and ice cream. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Derek takes his seat and starts to eat his dessert with Ahsha completely on his mind.

The group finishes their dessert when Ahsha notices that it is now eight thirty and that the kids have to be in bed my nine thirty.

“Okay guys lets go home and get ready for bed.” Ahsha says to her four kids.

“Goodnight daddy!” Chloe and Lilly cheer and run to go hug their father. Derek laughs and kisses his little girls’ faces.

“I love my girls.”

“We love you too.” They tell him and let him go.

Carter is the next to go hug his father. “I’ll see you tomorrow dad.”

“Sounds like a plan to me CJ. You know we still have that basketball game to watch.”

“The one where the Sixers beat the Devils! Yes!” Carter cheers excitedly, causing everyone in the room to laugh.

“We’ll see about that, Car.” He tells his son and rubs his head.

Mackenzie is the next one to say goodnight to her father.

“I love you daddy.”

“I love you more, Kenzie.” Derek presses a kiss against his daughter’s head. A feeling of sadness waves over Derek’s most sensitive child and he hugs her again.

“I’ll see you tomorrow okay baby?”

“Okay.” She tells him and holds back her tears.

“Hey, no crying. I’ll be right there to pick you up from school.” He tells her and presses another kiss to Mackenzie’s forehead. The young girl leaves her father’s side and heads to the corner of the room to grab her backpack.

Kyle says goodnight to Derek as Ahsha helps the kids out their backpacks on.

Ahsha says goodnight to her ex husband, also holding back tears. “I’ve been crying way too much today.” She tells herself as Derek pulls her in for a friendly hug, holding her tight.

“Goodnight.” He tells her.

“Goodnight. Thank you for inviting Kyle and I over for dinner.” She tells him and lets him go.

“You’re welcome. You’re always welcome to come for dinner, Ahsha.” He tells her, looking deep into her eyes. She quickly averts her attention elsewhere.

“Well I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” He almost immediately says, trying to relieve the awkward tension.

Derek opens the door and the army of four children run out of the mansion and straight to Kyle’s Ford pickup truck.

Ahsha and Kyle follow soon after.

“Drive safely!” Derek shouts, waiting for everyone to get into the car.

“Thank you!”

Derek chuckles to himself and closes the door to the now empty mansion. He looks out the window and sees Kyle drive off, heading back to Ahsha’s condo.

“Max!” He calls out. The large dog comes running out of the den and straight to Derek, sensing his sadness. Max whines and licks Derek’s hand.

“I miss her, buddy.” He tells his dog and heads upstairs to take a shower feeling upset over what happened earlier in the evening. Max does not leave his side and crawls into bed with him later in the evening.

Back in the truck, the kids are talking amongst themselves when Lilly starts to speak up. “Mommy, are you happy?”

“Yes, Lilly I’m happy. Why sweetheart?”

“Nothing!” She quickly says, earning a confused look from Mackenzie. Kyle pulls up to Ahsha’s condo and puts the car in park.

Ahsha leans over and hugs her best friend. “Thank you so much Ky.”

“You don’t have to thank me Carebear. You know I love you.”

“I love you more.” She tells her. Kyle hugs her tighter.

“Call me later.” She whispers in her ear. Ahsha nods her head, understanding what Kyle meant and lets her best friend go.

“Let’s go little people.” Ahsha tells her four kids. They all climb out of Kyle’s truck.

“Goodnight auntie’s babies!” Kyle calls out.

“Goodnight auntie Kyle!” All of the kids cheer at the same time causing Ahsha and Kyle to look at each other and laugh.
“Alright girl.”
“Let me when you get home.”
“I will, Carebear.”
Kyle drives off while Ahsha and the kids go into their condo. Mackenzie and Carter head to their rooms while Ahsha goes with the girls so that they can get ready for bed.

Whoever said that getting four kids ready for bed was easy lied like a cheap rug.

“Mommy can you tell us a story!” Chloe eagerly asks as she climbs into her bed.

“What would you guys like to hear?”

“How you met daddy and got married!” Lilly cheers, pulling her fluffy blanket over her small body.

“Of course.” Ahsha tells herself. She takes a deep breath and tells the story, smoothing down her eyebrow, a nervous habit of hers.

“I met your dad when I was fourteen. We weren’t friends but he loved me very much. One day, a couple years later, I was running outside and I ran into your dad. He and I started talking and he asked me to be his girlfriend, then we got married a year later.”

“Can we have more details?” Lilly asks, shocking Ahsha.

“How in the world are these little three and a half year olds so smart?” She asks herself, internally groaning.  

“One day, babies.” She tells her little girls and kisses their foreheads.

“Mommy loves you guys.”

“We love you too.” They tell her and settle into their individual beds. Ahsha turns their lights off, leaving their matching Elmo night lights on.

Ahsha closes their door and leaves to go check on her other two children.

“Lil?”

“Yeah Chlo?”

“Mommy and daddy need to get married again.”

“I wish they were married.” The twins wish out loud before closing their eyes, heading to sleep.

Ahsha goes to Mackenzie’s room and finds her daughter already asleep. “Goodnight baby.” She whispers and kisses her daughter on the cheek.

“Goodnight mommy.” Mackenzie whispers back and reaches her arms up to hug her mother. Ahsha wraps her arms around her daughter, holding her tight.

“I love you.”

“I love you more, Ken.” Ahsha answers and kisses her daughter one last time. She leaves her bedroom, closing her door.

Mackenzie opens her eyes again and jumps up, seeing that Ahsha is gone so she grabs her cell phone.

“Kath! I think my parents kissed!” She texts quickly, before heading to sleep.

Ahsha makes her way to Carter’s room and finds him sleeping as well. “Goodnight mommy’s big boy.” She tells him and kisses his forehead and gently hugs him, silently thanking God that he does not wake up too easily to her being in his room. Carter keeps his eyes closed, feeling exhausted after a day of basketball with his father after school.

The young mother heads out of her son’s room and she goes back to her room feeling a sense of emptiness, so she goes to take a shower. She removes her hoodie and immediately smells Derek’s signature scent of Gorgio Armani’s Acqua Di Gio written all over it.

She throws the jacket into the dirty clothes bin and continues to undress herself. She makes her way to the bathroom and starts to take a shower.

She closes her eyes and lets the water hit her face. Flashbacks of Derek standing with her in the shower pop up in her head, she feels herself wanting to reach out and grab him. She opens her eyes and begins to wash her body of the day’s events.

“You just had to go over his house.” She tells herself as she finishes showering and turns off the water. She dries herself off and walks back to her room with her towel wrapped around her wet body.

She lets out a sigh and finishes the rest of her night routine by getting dressed for bed in a large tee shirt and a pair of shorts. She gets into bed and grabs her phone, scrolling through Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram and is interrupted by her phone ringing.

“Ahsha Marie!” Jelena fake scolds on the other end of the phone.

“Jelena Anne!” Ahsha mimics, her voice unknowingly cracking.

“What’s wrong love?” Jelena asks, sensing the tone in her best friend’s voice.

“Nothing. I’m fine, J.”

“Come on, you’re like my sister. You can’t make an attempt to cover your feelings Ahsha.” Jelena tells her, tucking a piece of hair back in her curly bun.

“Jelena, I’m fine.” Ahsha tells her, her voice cracking even harder. She quickly wipes her tears away.

“You’re okay.” She tells herself as the tears continue falling.

“I’m coming over.”

“You don’t have to.”

“You’re my sister. I’m not going to let you be upset by yourself.” Jelena insists and starts to put her shoes on. She hangs up the phone and Ahsha texts Kyle.

“Can you come over?” She sends and lays down in her bed. Crying was something that Ahsha Hayes had not done since the divorce.

Jelena and Kyle get to Ahsha’s condo at the same time and rush to their best friend’s door, being careful of the noise. The Roman kids are irritable when woken up, but just like their father, they all sleep like rocks.

Ahsha comes to the door no longer crying, her eyes bloodshot.

“You guys didn’t have to come over.” She tells the two women and they both hug her without saying a word. Ahsha gives in and allows herself to cry in her friends’ arms.

“Aww Carebear.” Kyle says, gently rubbing Ahsha’s back. Jelena gently closes and locks the door and goes back to tending to her best friend.

“Let’s go sit down.” Jelena suggests. Ahsha sits in the middle of the short, comfortable chair while Jelena sits on the right side of her and Kyle sits on the left.

“What happened babe?” Jelena asks, holding Ahsha and trying to calm her down. Ahsha begins to speak but is very incoherent so Jelena just holds her.

“I know you haven’t spent much time crying over this but it’s okay.” Kyle encourages and lays her head on Ahsha’s shoulder and tries to comfort her as well.

“I can’t keep hanging on to him.” She sobs out. Kyle removes the large throw blanket from behind her and places it on hers and her two friend’s legs.

“Hey, look at me,” Kyle tells her and moves her head off Ahsha’s shoulder. The blonde wipes her best friend’s tears away and gently caresses her cheeks. “It’s okay to still be upset, Carebear. He means a lot to you and losing him was heartbreaking. You haven’t given yourself time to grieve.” Kyle says and wraps her arms around Ahsha tighter.

“You’re going to get better. I promise Ahsha.” Kyle reassures, pressing a kiss to Ahsha’s forehead.

“I promise too Carebear.” Jelena also promises, grabbing her best friend’s hand.

Something inside of Ahsha has a small glimmer of hope that things between her and Derek would be fine, but of course her stubbornness would never let her admit it out loud.

“What if I don’t get better?”

“You will, in due time, love.”

In due time.

And that was chapter 1. I hope you enjoyed reading this long chapter, and if you listened to the song, I hope you enjoyed that as well!

Thank you for reading! :)

The Incredible Nightcrawler

Originally posted by gxxkier

Kurt Wagner x Reader

The Incredible Nightcrawler

Author: Morgan

Prompt: One with Kurt where he meets a person at the circus who’s not afraid of him and brings him food and stuff and he thinks he’ll never see them again, but when he gets to the institute they’re there please?

Note: Awwwwwww

Warnings: Very cheesy ukulele love song that I may or may not have legitimately written chords for…

You could not believe your parents had sent you to live with your aunt and uncle for the summer. It was a dream come true, spending the entire summer in Munich. Of course, part of your staying with them meant you had to work in their flower shop, but you didn’t mind. You loved working behind the counter, meeting the people from the city who came in everyday to get flowers for their loved ones.

It was your first Friday night here, and after you closed up shop, you walked up stairs into the apartment above the shop, where your aunt and uncle lived. After hanging up your apron and taking off your nametag, you sat at the dinner table just as your aunt set the plates on the table.

“So (Y/N),” your uncle started, setting the newspaper on the table. “A friend of mine works at the circus. He thought you might enjoy going to see it.”

“That’d be really cool, yeah.” you nodded.

“He gave me these,” your uncle set three tickets and backstage passes in front of you.

“Sweet!” you smiled, taking a bite of mac ‘n cheese. “You’ll have to tell him I said thank you.”

***

The circus was amazing. All of the performers were breathtaking, especially the acrobats. You watched with a blindingly bright smile as the performer named Nightcrawler flew above the circus tent, flipping through the air. He was astounding, and you couldn’t wait to meet him.

As soon as the show ended, your aunt and uncle followed you backstage with baskets of flowers and started giving them out to the performers. You handed them out too, smiling and chatting idly with the fire breathers and animal handlers. Finally, you got to the back of the tent, where the acrobats were. You brushed a lock of hair behind your ear and shyly approached the tall blue teen.

Up close, you noticed that he only had three fingers on each hand. His ears were pointed, he had a spaded tail, and swirling scars lined his cheeks. He was tall, thin, lanky. His skintight uniform showed off his chest and arm muscles. You blushed deeply at the sight of him, flustered.

“Hi! Um…this is…for you…” you held out a flower. He watched you uncertainly. How was it that you weren’t afraid of him like everyone else was? Every other person that came back stage after shows seemed to fear his unusual appearance.

“Danke, fraulein.” he took a deep whiff of the sweet flower before tentatively offering you his hand. “I’m Kurt. Kurt Vagner.”

“(Y/N) (L/N).” you shook his hand. “You were amazing out there. Took my breath away.”

“Danke,” his cheeks darkened to a deep shade of purple, a hand reaching back to scratch the back of his neck.

“Do you…can I get a picture with you?” you asked, holding up a Polaroid camera. Kurt nodded, asking one of his friends to take a picture of the two of you together. You wrapped an arm around him, and he did the same, wrapping one of his long arms around your shoulder. He crouched down a little so he didn’t tower over you as much, despite his height.

You thanked the other acrobat when they handed you your camera and the pictures, one for you and one for Kurt.

“Thank you so, so much. It was so nice to meet you, Kurt.”

“Nice to meet you too,” he smiled. “I hope ve’ll meet again.”

“Well, I’m here all summer, so I’m sure we’ll cross paths again.”

***

It was a summer love, sweet, innocent, pure. The kind of love that made your heart soar. It felt like fire pumping through your veins. Whenever you heard his name, you felt like you would explode, but in the best possible way.

It had become a habit to go watch him perform every weekend, but throughout the week while the performers were practicing, you would bring him little goodies from the flower shop or the bakery nearby. You took lots of pictures together, all over town. He introduced you to his friends, and you introduced him to your aunt and uncle, who were more than happy to host him for dinner from time to time.

And yeah, he was blue, but it didn’t matter to you. You loved him. Unabashedly, unashamed, unafraid of judgement. Kurt’s circus family couldn’t have been happier to see him so happy. He was head over heels, performing better, humming little tunes before shows and waiting anxiously afterwards for you to show your face in the performer’s tent and hug him tightly and add a few flowers to his ever-growing collection.

He made a habit of wrapping his tail around your waist or wrist whenever you were near. It was a silent announcement that you were his, that his heart belonged to you, that he wanted to keep you near and hold your hands and be there for you always.

When the summer came to an end, you had to go home. You told him goodbye, teary-eyed. You tried to blink the tears away, but you couldn’t. Big wet water droplets rolled down your cheeks. Kurt held you close, and in a swift, confident move, he kissed you. It was your first kiss. His too. A fairytale to say the very least.

The plane ride home was long, sad, but you couldn’t fight the smile that tugged at your lips every time you imagined his on yours. You could still feel his arms wrapped tight around you, still hear his voice reading you stories in German, or just joking around and having fun. You missed it. You missed him.

***

Months later, you were back at school, Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. It was a safe haven for people like you. Mutants. A place for them to play and have fun and learn in a secure environment.

You were sitting in front of the window in one of the living rooms. A small group of children had assembled in front of you, waiting for you to sing a song on your ukulele.

“Are you sure you want me to?” you checked, earning a resounding ‘yes!’ “Well, all right then…” you took a breath and began to sing.

Summer love is a dangerous game.

You never know if you’ll be the same…

I fell in love with a German guy.

He was really sweet, and he caught my eye.

He was blue. It shouldn’t matter to you.

He’s the nicest guy that I ever knew.

He stole my heart, again and again.

I loved him there…in the circus tent.

But I left. I went home.

Now I can’t help but feel all alone.

I remember his lips, soft against mine

Thought we’d be together for the rest of time.

It’s like he disappeared in a puff of smoke

And I think my heart’s having a stroke.

So yeah…I’m feeling kinda blue.

But so would you.

If you fell…in…love…

With a blue guy.”

You ended the song there, searching the kids’ faces. They looked kinda amused and confused, but they seemed to like the song one way or another.

Jubilee walked into the room, followed by a new kid, as she often was. You were too busy staring at your ukulele frets to notice who it was.

“Zhat vas a very sad song.” he stated, amber eyes looking at you with sympathy. He couldn’t fight the smile that tugged at his lips or the tears that streamed down his cheeks. You looked up, jolted by the sound of his voice. His accent was as thick as ever, and he was wearing a dark green trench coat over his costume.

“Oh my God.” you set down your ukulele and hopped up off of the couch, running into his arms. He twirled you around and then just held you there, letting your feet dangle above the floor. “I missed you so much…”

“I missed you too, mein liebe.” he swallowed, laughing as tears of joy streamed down his face.

“Wait…(Y/N)…” Jubilee put the pieces together as she looked at you and her new blue friend. “Kurt is the amazing mystery guy you’ve been singing about?”

“He’s a blue German guy. Is it really that hard to put together?” you laughed. Kurt set you down and held both of your hands in his. His tail secured itself around your waist, comfortable and snug there, as it usually was. “How did you get here?”

“It’s a long story…”

“Well, you can tell her as we finish our tour. How about that?” Jubilee asked, motioning toward the door. You nodded, taking Kurt’s large hand in your own and following the yellow-clad girl through the halls of the mansion.

So, I was at our annual family holiday dinner, and I was just kind of eating my food and listening to the adults talk about politics and stuff, and then all of a sudden my grandfather (who was sitting across from me) exclaims, “Girl, whose class ring is that around your neck?” (Because I never got a class ring, so I guess he assumed it was my boyfriend’s or something.)

I looked down, because I’d kind of forgotten what necklace I was wearing. 

It was the replica of Jace’s Morgenstern ring that I bought at Hot Topic two and a half years ago when the City Of Bones movie first came out.

I had to explain to my grandparents (and my mom and aunt, who had now dropped their conversation to listen to ours), at Christmas dinner, that no, I didn’t finally get a boyfriend, I’m just a huge nerd who bought her favorite book character’s family ring and had to put it on a necklace because it was too big for my tiny fingers. 

No one was even remotely surprised. 

“The Wallflower and the Spider” Peter Parker x Female!Reader (3/4)

Word Count: 856

Warnings: Bit of swearing, FLUFF

Plot:  You and Peter have been best friends ever since you were seven years old. The two of you were inseparable, until high school started.

Author’s Note: Hey guys! I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long to finish this, Jadyn got a lil distracted :) But don’t fret, part 3 is finally here! Hope you guys like it!


You felt your eyes start to water. You turned around and started running down the hallway, pushing anyone who was in your way. As you started to gain speed, someone tripped you and you fell flat on your face. You heard  everyone laughing. As you started to sob, you look up and notice that you landed right in front of the one, and only: Peter Parker.


Peter immediately grabbed your arm and helped you up. He looked at Amber, who was laughing her ass off, and gave her the dirtiest glare you had ever seen. Peter looked back at you and noticed another tear going down your face. He swiftly grabbed your hand, pulled you down the hallway and out of the school. He stopped at one of the tables in the courtyard and sat down with you in his lap. You hugged him tightly, remembering all the good times that you two had. You slowly catch your breath and pull away from his embrace.

“Thanks,” you said as he wiped a tear from your cheek.

“No problem, your crown is a lil crooked though.” Peter smirked and you let out a small laugh.

“This is feeling a bit familiar, don’t you think?” you flashed a shy smile as you looked into his soft brown eyes. But Peter’s smirk quickly turned into a look of concern.

“So, I heard that you were living by yourself now… What happened? I thought things were going so well with your foster mom?” 

You looked down at your hands, trying to find a good way to explain what had happened.

“Things were going well until she decided she wanted her own kids… she didn’t want me anymore,” you said as another tear rolled down your cheek.

“(Y/n), I’m so sor-”

“It’s fine Peter, Amber was right. Who would ever want a ‘lame nerd’ like me..” you moved away from Peter and begin to walk away but he grabs your hand.

“Oh, come on (Y/n), you aren’t THAT lame. I mean, at night I swing around the city in a red suit and shoot webs… oh shit.” Peter put his hand over his mouth, realizing what he just said. You looked at him confusedly, not exactly sure what he just told you.

“I can explain… but not here.” Peter took your hand and pulled you to the nearest bus stop. He brought you back to his apartment, completely forgetting you both had Calculus next period. But as Peter rushed you into his room, not even letting you reconnect with Aunt May, you knew what he was going to tell you was serious.


“So… you are the spider thing that wears a onesie and saves people?” Peter nodded his head. He explained everything: from the spider bite to losing Uncle Ben. You saw how broken he was when he talked about Uncle Ben’s death, and you tried to assure him that it wasn’t his fault. He said that it was, but he couldn’t change the past.

“What happened, happened. I can’t fix it, but I can try to prevent something like that happening again. That’s why I became Spiderman.” You jumped onto his bed and hugged him. He held you tightly as you gripped his T-shirt.

“I missed you,” Peter whispered in your ear.

“I missed you too Pete,” you , shedding a tear. You bury your head in his neck, not wanting this moment to end. He kissed your cheek and put his hands on the side of your face, making you look into his eyes.

“I want you to know I’m sorry. I’m sorry for what happened between us. I let my friends treat you like shit, and I regret letting that happen because you don’t deserve that. You are an amazing girl, (Y/n). And I can’t lose you again.. I won’t lose you again,” Peter confessed, his eyes watering. You brought your hand up to his and squeezed it.

“I’m not going anywhere.” You stared into each other’s eyes for what felt like minutes until Aunt May came barging into Peter’s room and startled you both.
“(Y/n)! It’s been so long since you’ve been here. Are you staying for dinner?”

“Um,” You looked back at Peter, who smiled at you in hopes you would say yes. “Sure, I would love to,” you said smiling back.

“Great! I’m making my famous meatloaf!” She shut Peter’s door and happily walked back to the kitchen. You stared at the door for a minute, thinking about how much you missed Aunt May and her meatloaf. As you turned around to laugh with Peter how awkward you were around May, you felt his soft lips press against yours. You put your hand on the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you as your lips moved in sync. You pulled away, leaning your forehead against his. All you could do was smile as you both tried to catch your breath. You rubbed his neck as he ran his fingers through your hair.

“Hey, (Y/n)?”

“Yeah?”

“Would you go out on a date with me?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”


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I was tagged by @filterlessmia to post three of my favorite memories from this past year – thanks, Kylie! 

(1) Last summer, at my family reunion, there was this one day that was just, like, the best day! In the morning my cousin & I went running, and then all the cousins went swimming off my uncle’s dock, and then my aunt told me all these crazy stories from when she used to live in Alaska. Then after dinner my two cousins & I had a dance party out on the dock, and then we came home and we had a little birthday party for me and my cousin.

(2) Over winter break, my two best friends my high school and our moms and I went to The Melting Pot (a fondue restaurant) to catch up. My one friend (who’s always a hoot and a half) kept making jokes that were hilarious, and our waiter was really cute so every time he’d come by we’d just burst out laughing about it. Plus, the food was super good.

(3) A few weeks ago, back when I was still at school, two friends and I took the bus to the mall. We ended up walking through Target, and we were in one of those really goofy moods where, like, everything was funny, so we were making fun of everything & laughing & just generally having a good time. Then we went to the Home Depot and I got an aloe plant (I’m currently working on a collection of succulents) and then we got dinner. It was a really nice way to spend the afternoon.

I’ll tag @tobyquinns, @mirkwood-meriwether, and @quintisforlife, if you all would like to!

please help

I’m so fucked, please, I need help, anyone, I’m not asking for money I just need your moral support.

I recently moved to Denver to go to college, I’m living with my aunt and my cousin who is 11. it’s been a wonderful opportunity for all of us.

until yesterday when my cousin started asking about who Loki was, reading a charm necklace I have placed on his altar. I told her I’d tell her later and that he was a friend of mine.

Last night she started asking again and was noticeably curious. my aunt came home about that time so we had dinner and I decided I’d address it with her after my cousin went to bed.

so I told her, I lightened it because I know I can get intense about these things and although she seemed not to understand, I figured she’d leave it alone. we decided I would tell my cousin that his altar was sort of like an altar to Buddha or Mary , which is sort of true.

this morning I got a text from my mom asking me to call her ASAP.

my aunt texted her telling her how come my mom didn’t tell her I was “some Wiccan Loki worshipper bringing altars into her house”

I’ve never known my aunt to act like this. it’s completely uncharacteristic and I am blindsided. I’m in my bathroom right now trying to get dressed and think of what to do , but I got my mom to calm down but I’m scared about what’s going to happen when I leave my room. I’m afraid she’s going to kick me out or make me take down the altar - in which case I don’t know what I’ll do. He is a huge part of my life and I love Him so much. I’ve had his altar up for three years and it’s gentle presence is such a familiar comfort.

I just need your moral support. just a kind word that you’re thinking of me or you’ve been through something similar.

I’ve been fortunate enough to have not gone through anything like this before so I’m hurt and betrayed.

please. just let me know you’re out there - Lokeans, Heathens, Polytheists, Wiccans, Pagans, witches, all of you, let me know you’re there

Chapter 125: Slowly, starting to understand LOVE

Note: Read the notes at the bottom for clarification on certain things, if anything, leave a comment or message me if something still doesn’t make sense. Remember, no spoilers please. No copy/paste and all that other shenanigans either. Vote/likes are highly appreciated. :) Thank you!

As always, thank you for reading and enjoying the journey with:

Gu Hai & Bai Luo Yin

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Chapter 125: Slowly, starting to understand LOVE

For the pass several days, Bai Han Qi and his wife, continuously, busied themselves with preparations for Chinese New Year. Before, they had always enjoyed a great deal of hilarity when everyone gathered together to celebrate New Year. And in those moments, being consumed by the cheerful atmosphere, was good enough for them. But, this year was different, there are two additional people to the family, so everything must be livelier.

Aunt Zou had closed the restaurant earlier. She was dedicated and had committed herself, on dealing with all of the constituents for the New Year, at home. Bai Han Qi, on the other hand, was bent on being her second set of hands and occasionally, Bai Luo Yin would help out as well. But for the most part, Aunt Zou was not content and against Bai Luo Yin helping out. She would rather order her own son around.

Everyone in the household was full of joy with their jubilant appearance, that is, except for Bai Luo Yin.

Even the notoriously dense Bai Han Qi could sense that Bai Luo Yin was strange, somewhat out of character.

Today Aunt Zou was in the kitchen, making and deep frying various sweets1* for the snack boxes. Bai Han Qi entered with two barrels of oil, tightly secured in his hands. He placed them down and stood situated beside Aunt Zou.

His dark orbs peered outside and, in a low voice that was almost a whisper, “I have a feeling that lately my son is a bit strange.”

“Your son?” Aunt Zou gave Bai Han Qi a side glance.

Bai Han Qi laughed awkwardly, “I said it wrong, our son.”

“Stand a bit further away, so the oil won’t splash on you,” Aunt Zou reached out and pushed Bai Han Qi to the side and asked, “What do you mean strange?”

“A few days ago, I had already thought he was in a bad mood. So, these past two days, I been keeping my eyes on him and noticed that he’s always staring blankly at that jewelry box. That day he went out, I sneaked into his room and took a peek, its all real gold and diamonds. My son…no, our son, where did he get so much money to buy all those things? He didn’t steal them, did he?”

Aunt Zou shot a death glare at Bai Han Qi, “You’re saying, he robbed a gold store so, these past couple of days, out of guilt, he’s been scared out of his mind?”

Bai Han Qi’s complexion was of a stern and upright male, “I’m afraid that’s what it is. Even if we let him surrender, we should at least wait until after New Year?”

Aunt Zou stood with arms akimbo, frowning at Bai Han Qi, a fire of resentment danced across her face.

“The longer you’ve lived, the crazier you get? Our son has faced so many hardships with you for all these years and he’d never thought of robbery. Now that life is a bit better, he wants to be a criminal? You’re very…what do you want me to say to you now? You, just go stand over there! Don’t get in my way, go go go…”

Bai Han Qi blocked the doorway. He understood none of this, and had thought that he has been wronged.

“This woman…you’re already at this age and you’re still so fickle! Explain this, we’ve just been married for a few days and you’ve already changed. Before, even if you scold me, you’d at least have a smile on, but just look, look, now…”

“That’s because before you’ve never said such nonsense.”

Bai Han Qi scratched his head and sighed. He turned away, with the intention of leaving when Aunt Zou called out to stop him.

“Come over here, I have something to discuss with you.”

“Didn’t you just say I was in your way?”

Aunt Zou was a little anxious, “I really have something to talk about with you. I didn’t remember a second ago. It’s about Yin Zi.”

Upon hearing this, Bai Han Qi quickly walked over.

Aunt Zou cautiously said, “I think, our Yin Zi is experiencing puppy love.”

“He’s already 17, it can’t be puppy love?” Bai Han Qi did not take it to heart, “When I was 17, I was already with Yin Zi’s mother.”

“You think things were the same back then as now? Nowadays, the pressure of studying is very aggressive. Yin Zi is already in his second year of high school and even more, I heard people say, the second year is the most crucial yea. If he doesn’t concentrate on his studies, he will fall behind his classmates.”

Bai Han Qi laughed, “I trust my son.”

“I’m not trying to scare you,” Aunt Zou patted Bai Han Qi’s shoulder, “Two days ago, a girl came here looking for our Yin Zi. She was standing at the entrance of the alleyway. I personally saw the two of them leaving together.”

“Was she pretty?” Bai Han Qi absent-mindedly asked.

“Pretty, very pretty…but, why are you asking this?”

Later that night, after they had finished dinner, Bai Han Qi went into Bai Luo Yin’s room, who was busy tinkering with a pile of boards.

“What are you doing son?” Bai Han Qi sat next to Bai Luo Yin.

Bai Luo Yin did not raise his head and said, “I want to make a model airplane. After the semester starts again, the school will be holding a model airplane exhibition.”

“You can do it son!” Bai Han Qi patted Bai Luo Yin’s head.

Bai Luo Yin grunted in agreement as he continued to busy himself with his task; he did not say anything else afterwards.

Bai Han Qi thought that it was no business of him to be sitting there, leaving would be best…but he has not finish what he wanted to say yet, so he told himself to stay…but once again he faltered, feeling rather indecisive.

“So the exhibition is after the semester starts?” Bai Han Qi asked once again.

Bai Luo Yin nodded.

“So, you’re working on it now?”

Bai Luo Yin’s hands stopped and he looked blankly at Bai Han Qi.

“Dad, what exactly are you trying to say huh?”

Embarrassment crawled onto Bai Han Qi’s face, “I wanted to ask…”

“Ask me why Gu Hai didn’t come back with me, right?”

“Yeah…it’s that. I wanted to ask you about it earlier. Since winter break started, I’ve only seen him once. At that time, you two weren’t together. What’s exactly going on huh?”

Bai Luo Yin faintly replied, “He’s celebrating New Year at home.”

“So that’s how it is…that’s good. It’s best to returned to his own home on such an important holiday as New Year.”

“Is there anything else?” asked Bai Luo Yin.

Bai Han Qi’s expression froze for a second before he awkwardly laughed, “Nothing else.”

After Bai Han Qi left, Bai Luo Yin was not in the mood to work anymore. His eyes made way toward the window. Meng Tong Tian was in the yard, foolishly waving the stick, that was in his hand, around. After a while, Aunt Zou called him into the house. There were no other living things in his line of sight. Only a single jujube tree remained, its leaves had long fallen and its branches and barks nakedly endured the winter’s weather.

And it was like this that he continued to look at everything, until time sneakily past by without him noticing. It was only until his message alert tone went off, and Bai Luo Yin picked it up, did he realized that it was already pass 11:00pm.

The message read: Shi Hui, “Are you free tomorrow?”

Bai Luo Yin did not reply back as he placed the cellphone to the side. He does not know how many times he had already turned a cold shoulder to those messages.

As expected, the things you’ve lost, only at the time that you’ve lost it, was it beautiful. Once you’ve picked it up again, its glamour has already been lost.

Several days ago, when he received Shi Hui’s call, he could still feel his heartbeat quickening and for a long while he was unable to calm it down. Now, this only feeling, has diminished as well. That beautiful past has become as transient as a fleeting cloud.

Why is it like this?

Am I really a heartless person?

Bai Luo Yin lightly sighed and closed his eyes.

Bai Han Qi entered Bai Luo Yin’s room. Upon seeing that his son’s eyes were close, he immediately thought that the youngster had already fallen asleep, so he switched the lights off.

Bai Luo Yin’s hands felt around for the cellphone beside his pillow, but instead, he felt a cold item beneath his fingers.

It was a nail clipper.

With the cellphone’s light, Bai Luo Yin could see a line of words strung one after the other, etched neatly on the nail clipper.

《A husband that doesn’t want to make love to his wife is not a good husband!》

The other nail clipper was with Gu Hai and only one character was etched on it,Fuck off!2*

Bai Luo Yin suddenly laughed. He laughed and laughed until a touch of suspicion sprouted in his heart. This suspicion caused Bai Luo Yin’s laughter to be consumed with pain and agony, and the aftertaste of it, was drenched with despair.

Don’t tell me…the word I’ve often said to him is, ‘fuck off’?

Very late into the night, Bai Luo Yin suffered from insomnia again.

Shi Hui sent him another message, “I can’t sleep, what should I do? I miss you, what should I do?”

Bai Luo Yin’s hand reached down toward his own underwear. Slowly, he used his hand to comfort himself. It was only at a moment like this, could he get rid of all his troubling thoughts and silently indulged in this simple pleasure. His body gradually became hot.

A fire was ignited in heart. It flickered about, first dimly and before long it exploded, causing the temperature of his heart to flare up.

Gu Hai’s face suddenly flashed across his mind.

His hands trembled.

Bewilderment traversed throughout his face and alighted resplendently.

Before when Gu Hai helped him released, he had always imagined that Gu Hai was a woman. And, it was only then, could he engrossed himself in the moment.

It’s preposterous…why is it that now, I only became excited because of him. Have I really become a pervert?

Anxiety, restlessness, emptiness, concern…every single negative emotion gushed forth and fought against the pleasures that had inevitably gravitated toward his body. The strength of these two opposing forces collided. Neither advanced nor retreated…Bai Luo Yin’s heart and mind plunged into an abyss as it suffered severely from the lingering torment.

It felt like a ball of fire had torched his entire body, setting it ablaze. As the wave of heat surged, crested over him, and silently recapitulated, those abiding emotions finally were drowned out.

Bai Luo Yin silently gave up and caved in, abandoning himself. He allowed his feelings to act willfully, do whatever it pleases and devoured him.

He imagined that his own hands were Gu Hai’s hands.

He imagined the way, the tip of Gu Hai’s tongue, would travel slowly along his body. The more he thought of it, the more excited he felt…the more he thought of it, the more he couldn’t control himself.

It was even to the point that, he had the desire to slip into Gu Hai and thrust into him. Very intensely and strongly…very strongly…

As he reached his climax, Bai Luo Yin was unable to stop a moan from seeping out from between his tightly sealed lips, “Gu Hai…”

It sounded like a whisper…a whisper that hovered closely to his ears. Even Bai Luo Yin was scared by this realization.

Why would I call out his name in a moment like this?

In the middle of the night, Bai Han Qi awoken and sought out the bathroom to relieve himself. He discovered his son, in his pyjamas, crouched outside in the yard, smoking.

“Yin Zi.”

Bai Luo Yin stood up and looked at Bai Han Qi, “Dad, why are you up?”

“I need to use the toilet. Why you crouching here? Quick, go back to your room. Are you trying to get sick for the New Year?”

Bai Luo Yin stubbed the cigarette and steadied his gaze on Bai Han Qi.

“Dad, after you’ve finished, come sleep in my room.”

In that instant, a flush crept over Bai Han Qi’s face, happiness cozily settling on it. When Bai Luo Yin was younger, the two slept under the same blanket. Every night before sleeping, they had to warm it up and now, in the blink of an eye, Bai Luo Yin had completely stopped asking him to sleep together in the same room. Today was the first time since forever.

Bai Han Qi stepped forward, grasped Bai Luo Yin’s head and cheerfully said, “You haven’t been home in such a long time, you still know how to act like a spoiled child?”

Bai Luo Yin did not say anything.

Bai Han Qi patted his son’s buttocks before he chided him, “Go in, your cheeks are cold.”

1*咯吱盒 – it’s a box that contains different type of sweets –some of which are fried – think of bento box but with snacks

2* 滚 – one character but translated to two words

The original novel is written by Chai Jidan

I do not own any of its’ content

I am merely an amateur translator/editor

anonymous asked:

what about another part of swim instructor percy?

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

  • “Mommy! Swimming!” James whined as he waited outside her bedroom door with his swim trunk on, which he put on himself so they were on backwards. 
  • Annabeth groaned, not wanting to get out of bed. Percy had decided that it would be a great idea to go on a date the night before and she didn’t get home until one in the morning and slightly tipsy.
  • “Mommy!” He ran over and climbed on her. “Mommy, wake up! It’s swim time!”
  • There was a flushing sound from the bathroom, which scared James.
  • “Mommy, there’s someone in here!” He whispered, trying to get her up. “Mommy!”
  • “James? Buddy, why are you up?” The stranger asked as he walked over.
  • James looked at the stranger which took him a moment to recognize. “It’s swim day, Percy.”
  • “I know it’s swim day, but it’s six in the morning. You have two hours before swim time.” Percy told him, picking him up off of Annabeth. 
  • “But mommy always makes me breakfast before swimming.” He pouted. 
  • Percy smiled a bit. “I’ll make you breakfast. Let mommy sleep. She had a long night.”
  • He brought him to the small kitchen. He looked around to see what he could make for him, but there was barely any food.
  • “Mommy lets me have chocolate for breakfast.” He smiled. “And chocolate milk.”
  • “Yeah, I don’t think chocolate isn’t a meal.” Percy replied, looking through the cabinets. Annabeth hasn’t stocked up in a long time. There was almost nothing in there.
  • This worried him. Has she been starving themselves? James looked alright to him. Not malnourished or starving. He was a kid who was excited and ready for swim lessons.
  • “What did Aunt Piper get you for dinner last night?” Percy asked as he faced him.
  • “We went to McDonalds! I got a cool toy!” He smiled.
  • Percy smiled. “I bet. How about you get dressed and we’ll get some bagels.”
  • He nodded and went to his room to get dressed.
  • It was around seven when Percy and James came back from the bagel place. Percy got James settled in front of the TV with his bagel and chocolate milk, after a lot of begging.
  • Percy went into Annabeth’s room. She was still asleep but her alarm was going off.
  • “Annabeth, Annabeth, wake up.” Percy gently shook her. 
  • She groaned but woke up. Her gray eyes looked up at him.
  • “Morning.” She slightly smiled.
  • “Morning.” He leaned down and kissed her. “You need to get up.”
  • “You’re his swim teacher, you can take him.” She mumbled.
  •  “I have other students after him. But I have a question, why isn’t there any food in the apartment?”
  • “Rent.” She groaned. “I needed to save up more money for rent so I didn’t go shopping this week.”
  • Percy sat down next to her. “Are you tight on money? Annabeth, I can help you out.”
  • “No!” She sat up. “No. I don’t need help. I’ve been doing fine on my own for three years.”
  • “But James is getting older. He’s going to want to do more things and that costs more money.”
  • “Percy, we’ll be fine.” She started to move away. Three years she’s been doing this with no help. Piper has always babysat, for free, but that’s the only charity she was going to allow. She didn’t need help with financial stuff. 
  • “Annabeth, you can’t starve James-”
  • “I’m not starving him! He’s well fed!” She glared. “How dare you think I would do that to my son!”
  • “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. But you can’t do this to him or yourself.” He told her. “Annabeth, you got to be healthy too.”
  • She looked down. “Take James to swim lessons. I’ll come pick him up.” 
  • “Okay. I’ll see you there.” He kissed her cheek. 
  • She nodded and watched him leave her room. 
Meeting The Family

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend Bucky is about to meet your family for the first time,  and is more than scared about how they will react to him.

Word Count: 1689

I didn’t want to name the reader’s family members, so here are some explanations for the abbreviations I used:

Y/M/N - Your mother’s name
Y/L/N - Your last name
Y/S/N - Your sister’s name
Y/N/N - Your niece’s name 

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“You really don’t have to come with me if you don’t want to,” You told Bucky for what felt like the hundredth time, but he simply shook his head.
“I’ll be fine, don’t worry.” He gave you a light smile, “I really want to meet your family.”
But no matter what he told you, you could still tell how nervous he really was. After all, It was your mother’s birthday, and your whole extended family would meet at your parents’ house to celebrate it.
“They’ll love you,” You reassured him, knowing how worried he was about how they would react to him being your boyfriend. After all, his face had been all over the news, with the words ‘assassin’ and 'terrorist’ right next to it. He was especially insecure about his metal arm, and the way it made people stare at him on hot summer days like this one, where he couldn’t wear long sleeves to cover it up. You knew about these worries, and therefore had assured him that he didn’t have to come with you if he wasn’t ready yet, over and over again. You just didn’t want him to be uncomfortable.
Nevertheless, Bucky had agreed to join you, and you were now looking forward to showing your boyfriend off.

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”I started doing this professionally about 15 years ago but this is something I knew I wanted to do at a very young age. I was approached by someone when I was twelve years old. I was with my aunt, and we were sitting at dinner and an agent came up to us and said, ‘if you’re ever interested in acting or modeling, here’s my card please call me.’ And I got so excited! And the minute the guy walked away she ripped (the card) up. And I just thought ‘Oh my god, there goes my dream.’ And she goes ‘no, if this is something you want you can pursue it, you have to do the work to get there, it shouldn’t come so easily.’ And this is coming from an aunt who has been in the industry. But I would say to anyone, do the work. Study your craft. Don’t go into this completely blind. And don’t be discouraged. There’s always going to be someone who is prettier than you, better than you in some way, but everyone has that something that makes them different.”

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Will meeting Hannibal's family :D

Will had never met Molly’s parents. Her father had died and she was estranged to her mother, their engagement and wedding had gone smoothly and quickly without Will ever having to explain himself to a pair of vastly unimpressed and worried parents.

Meeting the in-laws was not something he’d expected he’d be doing being with Hannibal. But Hannibal was always intent to surprise him.

Sometimes it ended well. Sometimes Will would need recovery time.

This time, he wasn’t sure how it would end. 

Will adjusted his tie. His hair felt messy. He’d combed it twice and then had Hannibal adjust any stray hairs before they arrived, the amused tilt to his lips the entire time had been endearing and irritating. Will wished there was a mirror. He hadn’t been this nervous over his appearance since his first formal dinner at Hannibal’s house with Abigail and Lounds.

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Luke Imagine - Undecided

Requested: Yeppp

Author: Brittany

Notes:

  • Sorry this took 100 years to write!
  • Also I want a Luke Hemmings to take home to my family bye

Undecided – Luke Imagine

You were over the moon on this beautiful afternoon. You and Luke, your husband of two years, were going to visit your family for a whole week. He was finally going to meet your favorite grandmother. She wasn’t able to go to the wedding because as the years pass, it becomes harder and harder for her to move around. Your mom managed to cart her over for the week you were staying and everybody was so excited.

“You ready to go?” You asked Luke as your poked earrings through your lobes. He was sitting in front of the mirror, holding the can of hairspray in his hand, but not moving. “Luke?” You waved your hand in front of his face.

He snapped back to reality and applied the hairspray. “Yeah,” Luke said, but continued to play with his quiff.

You pulled both of his hands away from his hair and gave him a soothing kiss on the lips. “You look great,” You reassured. Luke smiled up at you and kissed your hand. “Now let’s go, princess,” You grinned.

The two of you hopped into your car and drove to your parent’s house. It’s funny. Luke had known your family for years but still gets nervous whenever you went over there. As you pulled into the driveway of your old house, the color drained from Luke’s face. “Will you please stop worrying?” You caressed his cheek, “You know my family. They love you.”

“But,” Luke stuttered, “What about your grandma?”

You chuckled, “Granny will love you too! She’s not the intimidating type. Luke, she’s like almost 90 years old.” He laughed a little too and pecked your cheek, indicating that he was ready to go in.

“Luke!” Your mom came running out of the house as you both got out of the car. She wrapped her arms around him and he smiled, reciprocating the embrace. “It’s so good to see you,” Your mom walked next to your husband, “You know the drill, Luke. Make yourself at home, I cooked your favorite for dinner.”

You stood at the car laughing, “Mom!” You exclaimed, “What about your daughter?”

“I carried you for nine months and lived with you for 19 years,” She sassed without turning around, “I don’t need to see right now!” You giggled and followed them into the house.

Your dad was sitting on the couch letting your baby cousin paint his toenails. “Oh, hey, y/n, Luke,” Your dad said with a warming smile, “I’m just doin’ some manly business.”

Luke laughed, “Yes, sir.”

Then your little cousin pranced over to your tall husband with a bottle of pink polish, “Can I paint yours too?”

“Of course you can,” Luke bent down and kissed the top of her head, “But it’ll have to be later, ok sweetie?” She nodded with a smile spread so far across her little face and returned to your dad.

Your mom came over and nudged you, “Why don’t you two put your stuff in your room and come down for dinner in like 10 minutes?” You nodded and pulled Luke upstairs.

“I love seeing you with my cousin,” You beamed as you threw your stuff in a drawer, “You’re so good with kids.”

Luke chuckled as he did the same, “I guess you’re right. I’ve always been so natural with children.”

You snaked your hands around his waist and rest your lips on his broad shoulder. “See?” You whispered into his skin, “This isn’t so bad, now is it? You always psych yourself out, but once we settle in, it’s like your home.”

“You’re right,” Luke sighed, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

He was always so hard on himself and it broke your heart. “There’s absolutely nothing wrong with you,” You planted a small kiss on his shoulder, “Now let’s go eat and you can meet Granny.”

When you got downstairs, everyone was running around the kitchen and dining room, finishing the preparations for dinner. “Is there anything we can do?” Luke offered as your aunt flew by.

“No, no, no,” She shook her head, “You two just have a seat, and everything will be ready momentarily.”

You and Luke took your seats towards the end of the table. Your two not so little brothers came crashing in talking about some chicks they met at the bar. “Oh,” Your youngest brother sneered, “Look who it is.”

“It’s y/n and her douche,” Your other brother smirked.

Luke stood up from the table with a grin, “Come here you two little shits,” And pulled them into a strong hug. Your brothers always wanted you to get with someone they were able to joke with. Luke was basically their older brother.

Soon enough, everyone was sitting around the long table, and you noticed one empty seat. “Where’s Granny?” You asked your mom.

“Hold onto your tits, I’ve arrived,” You grandmother announced as she walked into the room and took her seat. She always liked to make an entrance.

You stood up and gave her a huge hug, “I missed you so much!”

“I miss you too,” She replied, “You always were my favorite grandchild.”

“Hey!” Both your brothers exclaimed.

Luke stood up and came around as well, “I’m y/n’s husband. My name is Luke,” He extended a hand.

Your grandma shook it with pleasure, “Oh, I know! Y/n never shuts up about you. It’s an honor to meet you Luke.”

About halfway through the meal, your grandma’s sassy persona came back. “So, Luke, y/n,” She said without looking up from her plate, “Do you think I’ll see great grandchildren before I’m dead? You know, I don’t have much time left.”

Your jaw dropped, but you smiled. “Granny!” You scolded, “We don’t want to scare Luke away.” You looked over at your husband who hadn’t said a word. He was biting his lip and his eye was watering. “Luke?” You asked, “Are you ok?”

You realized he was choking on his drink and pat his back. After a couple of harsh coughs, Luke was relieved. “Sorry, wrong pipe,” He croaked with a final cough, “Excuse me.” He disappeared upstairs and after a few minutes, you decided to follow him.

You were about to knock on the bathroom door, when you heard him on the phone. “Calum, it was so awful,” He whimpered, “Her grandma asked about children. I’m not ready. I can’t even think about that right now. I’m freaking out! What if y/n wants kids right now? I can’t do this. I don’t want kids.”

A tear slid down your face. You had always assumed Luke wanted kids. He was so good with them. But no, he didn’t want kids. Yet here you were, three weeks pregnant, thinking this was the week to tell your entire family. Including Luke. Now what?

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Unlocking Secrets Part 4

I’m currently sitting in the library at school, I finished all my assignments, so I thought I would write a little to keep busy, that way I can stay in here and hide a bit longer. No one bothers me in here, well no one really ever comes in here and stays. I did eat a little bit, I figured I could do it since I’m unseen  in here, I had a few crisps, which should tide me over until I get home later. Did I forget to mention that I can’t eat in front of people, because I can’t, I think its standard though when you are fat, it’s a lose lose situation all the way around, if I eat unhealthy food they’ll think ‘look at that fat cow, no wonder she got to that size’ or if I eat healthy food they’ll think ‘who are you trying to kid, you didn’t get to that size by eating salads’, I just know that’s what they’re thinking I can see it on their faces; I guess it’s just another thing to add to the long list of shit wrong with me.

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