Announcing the engagement - Hip hop unit (SVT)
Hellooo lovlies ~ Do you guys want to know something sick I just realized when I were going to make this post? International GF masterlist has reached over a 1000(!?) notes. That’s insane. Like wow. Thank you. Wow. yeah... Well, enjoy.
Triggers: Online hate
S.Coups: You guys waited until like 3 months before the wedding until announcing it to the public.
The two of you of course started with telling the members, since half of them were in the building as you said yes. To your surprise, the guys were very surprised by the announcement. Apparently Seungcheol had told no one except from his parents and yours. But even though the guys were surprised, it was a happy one. Everyone were so happy for the two of you, and excited for what's to come.
And his parents wee just happy for the two of you, your parents on the other hand were a bit worried about the potential back lash from social media but still very happy to get Seungcheol as a son-in-law. But to be honest, you were a bit worried about the reactions the two of you would get from the fans, even though you knew that most of Carats liked you together with Seungcheol.
And when you went to the office, the two of you had to stay and talk out the "strategy" of how to deal with the news. It was a long conversation that didn't really help with your nerves.
"You okay?", Seungcheol asked as he parked the car outside your apartment complex. You tilted your head in his direction and gave him a weak smile.
"Just nervous. You're the first one in the group to get married, I don't really know what reaction to expect from the fans", you said and he leaned over and took your hand in his.
"I think they will be happy. Most of them at least", you let out a dry laugh and shook your head. "Of course there is going to be some shock, but we've been together for three and a half year, and public for two and a half. Most of them probably realized where this was going, don't underestimate Carats", he smiled and you rolled your eyes but nodded.
"Yeah, alright. You're right."
"Like always", you snorted and shoved away his hand.
"Goodnight doofus", you laughed and opened the door. "I'll call you when I get home form school tomorrow."
"Yeah, love you"
"Love you too"
And three months later the announcement was made and Seungcheol's prediction had been terribly off. Withing minutes of the announcements you started to get so much hate. People were saying that you were ruining Seungcheol's life and career, that you weren't worthy to be his wife and so on. It got to a point where you couldn't even go to class without running into people who would hurl insults at you.
And Seungcheol was devastated by the reactions, he really not expected people to react this way and found that the only way to deal with this was by doing an official live addressing the "problems" regarding his engagement to you.
He sat completely quiet for the first ten minutes of the live, just staring at the comments rolling in.
"Carats…", he breathed out, trying to keep his tears in and his anger down. "I'm so disappointed and sad about the reactions to my engagement.", he sighed and leaned forward in the chair and put his head in his hands. He went quiet for a little while, collecting his emotions.
"You guys get to have your opinion, I took the decision to become an idol and therefore parts of my private life became public. And if this announcement has somehow made you guys disappointed with me, I'm… I am following my heart here and can't say that I'm sorry for doing so, but I do accept your disappointment.", he looked up again. "But I have to draw the line now. I can't accept the fact that y/n is getting hate sent to her daily. That the last couple of days someone has been sending her threatening text, comments and such. It's become so bad that she can't even go to school anymore.", his breath was shaking as he breathed in and he pressed his lips together in a thin line.
"If you need to get upset, take it out on me. Y/n hasn't done anything wrong, she didn't choose to become a public figure like I did. I am the one who dragged her into the spotlight, the one who chose to love her, the one who proposed to her. Blame me.", he went quiet again and read the comments. "That's all I've got to say.", and he ended the live.
After his own announcement, the hate toned down quite a lot. Some of the fans even started to speak up for you, saying that they were happy that Seungcheol was marrying someone who made him as happy as you did.
Wonwoo: The fact that the two of you had gotten engaged was a surprise to literary no one. Everyone knew that you were it for him, his family knew, your family knew, the members knew and even the fans knew that if Wonwoo was going to get married, it was going to be with you.
That also meant that it was no hurry for the two of you to announce it yet. Of course the two of you called you families, both part who was really happy for the two of you (but like said, not really surprised). Then you and Wonwoo decided to just take it easy for a couple of days, since you had the chance anyhow. You guys spent a lot of time at home just talking and dreaming about the future; When and where should the wedding be? Should it be traditional Korean or a westernized wedding? How many should you invite? Where should the honeymoon be?
The two of you got pretty caught up in your own heads, so much that Wonwoo completely forgot to inform the members about the fact that you had said yes. He had told them before the weekend that he was going to propose and by the end of the weekend the group chat were going crazy. Unluckily for the guys Wonwoo had tuned off his notifications, and the guys didn't want to call incase they would interrupt something.
So when the next practice day came he was basically ambushed by twelve curious men asking: "DID SHE SAY YES!?".
"Oh, right I forgot to text you guys, didn't I?", Wonwoo laughed softly. "Yeah, she said yes.", and cheers erupted from the guys. He was hugged, congratulated and patted on the back. And then he had to go through how he did it, Hoshi and Jeonghan wanted and reenactment but Wonwoo settled with just telling them.
You guys decided to hold on from telling Carats and the public for a few weeks as well but when then you guys announced it by posting a picture of him holding your bejeweled hand and the caption:
'Thank you for coming into my life and deciding to stay in it.
I hope Carats are as happy as we are about this
Thank you so much for everything <3'
Mingyu: Everyone close to the two of you basically already knew, I mean: DK and Hoshi were helping out getting the house ready. And Mingyu couldn't keep his mouth shut, he had talked to everyone and discussed how to get the most romantic proposal with all the members.
So since everyone had known that today was the day, it wasn't actually the two of you who spread the news that you had said yes: it was DK and Hoshi. After congratulating the two of you (and asking if it was okay to tell people) they left the two of you alone and updated the other guys on what had happened. You and Mingyu on the other hand just enjoyed each other and the first evening the two of you had been off work in a long while.
When the daybreak came your phones were filled with congratulations and a text from his manager just telling Mingyu to just say when. Both of you knew that it wouldn't be possible to keep this quiet (Because Mingyu would snitch on the two of you) for long and therefore it only took a few days before the announcement was made.
Out of all the members engagement announcements, this was probably the one who broke the most hearts. The internet got filled with teenage girls crying their hearts out in the comment sections of his Instagram, willowing in the despair of the fact that: "Mingyu won't marry meeeeeee" </3".
To be honest, the two of you just thought it was kind of cute how the fans was reaction and Mingyu just posted a picture of him pouting with the caption:
'Sorry Carat, she stole my heart before I even knew it </3'
Which… let's just say that it didn't exactly calm down the situation. (But ofc that attention-seeker loved it)
Vernon: Yeah, no the two of you didn't really do an announcement to be honest. You guys just calmly brought it up in conversations when you met the people, and everyone was excited for you, no one were really surprised but it didn't make them any less happy. But it was actually an accident found out by the fan that made the whole thing public.
The two of you had not necessarily been keeping it a secret but you hadn't really felt the need to post it on social media, but it happened when the two of you were away on a weekend trip. You had been taking pictures and videos, and had of course been posting online. By this point you'd gotten so used to the weight of the ring on your finger that both you and Vernon just forgot about it when you posted a picture of the two of you. It was a sweet picture where you were squishing Vernon's face with your hand and basically showing off your ring for the world to see.
It only took about… five minutes before the rumor were all over the internet "SEVENTEEN's Vernon engaged with long-term girlfriend, the runway model y/n"
After a quick call with PLEDIS they posted an announcement confirming the rumors, and you and Vernon posted a short explanation online. The reactions weren't that big, people was happy for you and writing that you two would have beautiful babies. You didn't really pay that much attention to what the public was saying because, let's be honest: you knew that mostly people were just teasing Vernon and getting ready to make wedding memes.
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Hoping to get a little ask in…
Klaus and YN were in a f**k buddies, YN gets pregnant and is upset when Klaus is an ass about it. But YN is heartbroken when she walks into Klaus room to find him painting and a naked (covered in bed sheet) Cami.
Thanks so much
A life i do not deserve
It hadn’t exactly been in mind to get pregnant when i slept with Klaus. He’s a vampire he isn’t meant to be able to have children. But apparently being only half hybrid has its extra ‘perks’. We’ve had a ‘friends with benefits’ kinda situation going on for a a while before i fell pregnant and i hate to admit it but i was gaining feeling but i could have sworn he was too, there was certain gentleness he would have sometimes, a specific look in his eye you know?
Then witches took me and we found out i was pregnant…with his kid. I won’t lie i wasn’t exactly over the moon, i was terrified and sick to my stomach with nerves. When Klaus found out i, for some reason, thought he might have said something, anything reassuring. Yeah, no. He flipped out, i was a liar, a slut that would sleep with anyone who was desperate enough to have me and i probably couldn’t even remember the fathers name. I don’t think i’ve ever cried harder, in front of Klaus, his brother and a witch, the overwhelming combination of the news and then the person i had finally come to actually understand telling me how disgusting and worthless i am to him just pushed me over the edge.
He left me and our child for dead before eventually returning. By the time he came to bring me home i was in an emotionless state. I refused to speak to him and wouldn’t let him touch me.
Over the next few months he had apologised many times and i decided it was best to move on from the issue, we were going to be parents after all. Plus the small fact that i did still long for him and everything in my heart screamed to forgive him. i knew he was struggling with the adjustment to his life as well, he just went for anger instead of distress.
Besides over that time we’ve had many sweet moments, he could be very kind when he wanted to be. I still hoped that he may see me as more one day. He would give my head a soft kiss and rub my bump in a loving manner. We were going to be a family.
I thought we could be a happy family…
But then he had to fuck his therapist.
I had just got back to our home, my bump was much bigger now as i was nearly 7 months pregnant. I had gone out to collect the decorations Klaus had picked for our baby’s new room, he had insisted we get it ready asap and i couldn’t argue. We designed and got it set up over the past few weeks.
I had just made a few extra adjustments to the baby room before going to Klaus’s room but he wasn’t in there. What was however was a bra and panties set. They were definitely not mine. I could feel my heart breaking as my breath caught in my throat and i opened his art room door.
I’m almost certain he could actually hear my heart shatter as i took in the scene before me. Camille. The blonde psychologist was completely naked on his art sofa, a sofa that they had spent time on in the past. Another girl was sprawled out with her tits on full display, a scrap of a bedsheet covering her most private area. And Klaus he was painting her. He only painted people when he had taken an interest, he told me that when he painted me. Everything he had shared with me was a game. The pregnancy ruined his game.
I took a step back and immediately he was stood in front of me, i could feel the tears streaming down my face, my chest aching as my mind yelled at me to leave. I couldn’t hear a thing he was saying, though i could see the panic in his eyes as he hands came to hold my arms. The second he touched me i let out a sob, my head shaking and my feet carrying me out the compound as fast as possible.
“y/n! stop running, love please!” he was grabbing me again, hands that had been all over another woman’s body, possibly inside another woman’s body. I was gonna be sick.
“get off me right now or i swear i will leave and never come back, you don’t even want this child and it’s clear you don’t want me so i don’t know why you’re bothering in trying to convince me otherwise” my voice was shaky and pain was obvious as i spoke.
“that wasn’t anything, she’s nobody, you’re carrying our baby, our baby that i love, you know that i love our child, you mean so much to m-“
“you’re such a fucking liar Klaus! This entire time i was afraid you still thought i was a stupid whore but it turns out I’ve been living with one this whole time while lugging around his kid, a kid you wanted to leave for dead, i forgave you and you said that we could be a family” my heart was basically on the floor at this point
“i can’t live here anymore. i’m leaving, i don’t know where i’m going but i’m not staying with you, you keep your filthy hands off of me and you stay away from my child. Do as you please, when you please but do not expect me to come crawling back to you, begging at your feet for a life that i do not deserve”
i practically ran to my car, the car that he had bought me, and drove to a hotel, i would sleep this off and think of a clear plan when i was in a better headspace
Little Wonder | Chapter 1
Summary: It was one night. One night and some poor judgement. Okay it was one night fueled by hidden feelings and some alcohol. But it was one night? How could one night lead to a positive test on a bathroom counter? And how will two pilots ever be able to make a family when they are skies apart.
Pairing: Lt. Jake “Hangman” Seresin X Lt. Y/N “Tiger” Wood (OC Last Name/Call Sign)
Word Count: 2.0k
Warnings: Jake being Jake. Cursing. Unplanned pregnancy. Mentions of miscarriages. Arguing. 18+ Only May Enter.
A/N: Listen, I've been having baby fever and this seemed the most productive way to deal with it. And do I need another Jake series? No. Am I starting another one? Yeah.
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“I’m pregnant” Your eyes met Jake’s as he got comfortable on the couch. His squirming stopped once the words left your mouth.
“Congrats, Tiger? I’m not sure why your-” Jake’s tone told you that he really wasn’t excited to be told the news.
“It’s yours, Hangman.” You finally spat out, causing Jake to spit out the coffee he was just sipping to help him wake up.
He coughed a few times, pounding his chest as his green eyes narrowed and looked up at you. Clearly not convinced.
“Are you sure, Tiger? I saw you flirting with-”
“Finish that sentence and you’ll be sipping coffee through a straw.” You growled, your nose scrunching up. Jake sat his coffee down and stood up to be equal with you.
“It was one time…” Jake emphasized and you nodded slightly over-exaggeratedly.
“No fuck… Jake. And you wore a condom…” You added and the look on Jake’s face sank.
“Yeah… and then it broke, remember?” Jake admitted running a hand over his face.
“For fuck sake…how many other bastards do you have running around?” You huffed putting your head in your hands. How many other siblings would your child end up with?
“What do you want from me, Tiger?” Jake asked and you looked up at him with a glare from your hiding spot.
“Nothing, actually. I figured I should at least tell you, at the bare minimum. I didn’t expect you to want it” You answered.
“Glad you at least had the decency to tell me, Tiger” Jake growled running a hand through his hair.
You were trying to hold the little tear that so desperately wanted to slip from your eyes. You had hoped, that your secret crush on the tall blonde, would be reciprocated at this moment. That your one night, granted fueled by some St. Patty’s day drinking, would be the push the both of you needed. Things had changed between you and Hangman after that night. You clung to the hope that your one night of fucking sparked something, but it was clear now. You were just another notch to him.
“You keepin’ it?” Jake asked, his southern tone more apparent as he was angry.
You glanced down just in time to see the email confirmation for your first doctor’s appointment to come through.
“I am. I don’t expect anything from you. In fact... Maybe it’s best if you just stay out of its life. Continue on being the jackass you usually are.” You hissed before turning away from Jake and walking back towards the main group.
You had pulled him into the locker room, wanting an ounce of privacy. But now that room was too hot and too small for you to stay in.
“You don’t get to make the call, Tiger!” Jake hollered at you as he came storming out of the locker room. You dug your feet into the concrete and turned to face him.
“I do. I’m its mother. And its father doesn’t even believe it’s his.” You hissed, your nails digging into your palm to keep yourself grounded.
“Fine. See if I give a fuck. It’s probably not even mine” Jake called out, a little louder, gathering the attention of the other pilots.
“Keep tellin’ yourself that, Bagman.” You returned, tears threatening to spill out as you walked into Cyclone’s office.
You were working with the front desk secretary to get your appointments set up for the remaining weeks of your pregnancy.
Sometimes it hit you like a freight train, that there was a little bean floating around in your stomach. While it wasn’t conceived in complete love, you were determined to make it feel loved.
“Sounds good. Now the last handful of weeks will be a weekly check-up, just to make sure baby is doing good and so is mama. If you are in need of a waiver for military work, please let the doctor know at your next appointment and she will arrange for one.” The lady explained and you nodded, wanting to discuss with Maverick just exactly how much flying you would be allowed to do.
You had already discussed with Cyclone that you would be eventually the flight secretary when you could no longer safely climb into your F18. But he had already decided to pull you from the next mission, fearing your safety and ability to perform it due to the timeline. That hit you harder than you expected, but you understood.
“Great. Thank you for answering all of my questions. I really appreciate it.” You smiled, thankful for her patience, she was clearly older and maybe more experienced than you at this whole thing.
“You’re welcome. Feel free to call if you have any questions. I know how scary it can be with the first one.” She gave a warm smile as she handed you the office business card on your way out.
You took a deep breath and walked out towards your car, only to spot a tall-blonde ass leaning up against it.
“Bagman.” You announced as you walked past him, not giving him more than his name as you opened your car door and put your purse in the passenger seat.
“Tiger, can we talk?” Hangman asked, his voice still stern which immediately pissed you off.
“No. We had our chance to talk.” You answered over your shoulder as you climbed into the driver's seat.
Part of you wanted to ask him how he found you, but you weren’t ready to face him full yet.
Jake plopped himself down on the bumper of your SUV, your backup cam screaming at you that something was in the way.
You waited for a minute or so to see if he would give up the fight but to no avail. Sighing with heavy frustration as you climbed back out of the car and around to face Jake.
“What do you want, Bagman?” You asked as Jake turned to face you.
“How’s it doing?” Jake asked gesturing towards your stomach, your eyes narrowing.
“Fine.” You said, glaring still.
“How are you doing?” Jake asked, his voice seeming to soften a bit as his eyes met yours.
“Considering I can’t keep food down…fine.” You answered and Jake’s hand clenched that was keeping him up on your car.
“What… can I do to help?” Jake asked, his eyes searching your face for any clues.
“Nothing. You made your stance clear.” You hissed starting to walk back towards the driver seat, debating just running his ass over, but his hand caught your arm.
“Tiger… I… Shouldn’t have said that.” Jake admitted and you looked back over at him with suspicion clear on your face. Your call sign was apparent as you whipped your head around, nose pulled up in a snarl as you spoke.
“You shouldn’t have. It was an ass move.” You corrected.
“I’m... sorry. I believe you.” Jake apologized as his grip loosened on you.
“Sorry doesn’t exactly fix this, dick.” You hissed and he nodded.
“I know. But I… I want to be a part of its life. If you’ll let me.” Jake announced and you stopped your advance into the car.
“You do realize that means having to interact with me, correct?” You asked and Jake chuckled before nodding.
“I’m well aware. Again… if you let me.” Jake offered and you glanced down at his hand before yanking your arm back.
There was a long moment of thought. You were still incredibly hurt and angry at the man in front of you. But the part of you that liked loved him, wanted more than anything to let him in. You looked over his face, wanting to find any ounce of a lie or dishonesty, but the green eyes looking back at you even held some sorrow for how this interaction was going down. He clearly understood his fault. His features were soft and his smile was even slowly ticking at your wall. You took one heavy sigh before letting your features soften as well.
“Fine. My next appointment is on the 10th. You can sit out in the parking lot.” You admitted and he nodded.
“I’ll be there. Can I take you out for lunch?” Jake asked and you looked up at him with a curious look.
“I just told you I have problems with holding down food.” You pointed out and Jake nodded.
“Loud n’clear. But I’m sure there is something that sounds good right now, let’s go find it.” Jake offered and you bit your lip in hesitation.
“I’ll hold your hair back if you toss it up later, but at least let’s try to feed the gremlin.” Jake teased and you rolled your eyes.
“It’s not a gremlin.” You huffed as you tried to climb into the driver’s seat.
“If it’s half me, it’s a gremlin. No. I’m driving. You rest.” Jake swatted you away from the door and stood tall until you yielded, walking over to the other side and climbing in.
“Subway, please,” You asked as you climbed into the passenger seat, setting your purse on the floor.
“Yes ma’am.” Jake started driving you towards your choice.
“Have you told anyone else?” Jake asked as he watched you pick at the sandwich he had gotten you.
He had convinced you to at least sit in the truck and rest while you attempt to eat.
“Cyclone knows I’m pregnant. I didn’t tell him it’s yours.” You admitted giving up on trying to eat the meat. The smell was starting to bother you, so you slid it away from you.
“Why?” Jake asked as he took the sandwich and tossed it in the trash bag at his feet.
“Cause my stupid ass didn’t want you to get dropped from the mission” You explained as you sighed, looking out the window.
“He dropped you?” Jake asked, his jaw clenching at the thought.
“Yeah. Said it was too risky and dropped my ass. Now I get to go to schools for programs and arrange flights.” You explained picking at your fingers.
Jake’s hand reached over to pull a hand away.
“When are you due?” Jake asked, his gaze off in the distance somewhere.
“December 11th. But it could be a week either way. Depends on how long the cub wants to cook” You sighed looking over Jake’s face.
“The cub?” Jake asked, turning to look at you with a smile.
“Yeah. I’m not calling it a fucking gremlin. If I’m Tiger, it’s a cub.” You pointed out, still mad that Jake had insulted the little cub.
“Fair. Can we tell the squad?” Jake asked.
“Not yet. I want to get a little further along. Just in case…” You started, squeezing your eyes shut at the thought.
“Hey… Let’s not go there.” Jake squeezed your hand as you met his eyes finally. They were already starting to tear up.
“It was one time…” You huffed whipping your face as you looked to Jake for some sort of explanation. Clearly having mulled over this issue multiple times already.
“What can I say? I’m a very good shot.” Jake had to stop your hands as they flew to probably knock a few of his perfectly straight teeth out, chuckling as you struggled as he pinned you against his chest.
“You motherfuck-” You hissed as you wanted to rip that stupid toothpick from his mouth he always managed to have.
“Easy Tiger…” Jake teased as he crossed your arms in front of both of you and held you there. His arms flexed as he fought to hold you until you cooled off. It took at least an entire song on the radio for you to stop flaring your nostrils at him and pulling hard against his arms. But then a singular whispered sentence absolutely broke him.
“If anyone was going to be my baby daddy… I’m kinda glad it was you.” You muttered, not wanting to look at him just yet. Jake leaned down, slightly pressing his cheek to yours.
“I couldn’t ask for a better mother for my cub.”
Maybe that crush wasn’t all imaginary afterward.
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Pairing: Loki x reader
Warnings: arguing, yelling, jealousy, flirting, name calling, bullying, mild swearing, mentions of smut, Odin's A+ parenting, mentions of abuse, controlling behavior, mentions of adoption.
Summary: it's had been a week since you were paired with Loki, and things go downhill fast.
Part one - Part two-
You made your way to class, thankful for the fact it was Friday and you would get a break from your insufferable partner. After seeing the picture the other night, you had made a point to keep your conversations to a minimum, you couldn't let your mask slip. You made it to class, seeing Loki standing there talking to Stacy, and he didn't look happy. "I told you, delete the picture Stacy." You heard as you got closer. "What's wrong with everyone knowing your mine?" She whined, running her hands up his chest. As you walked past, he glanced over at you as you put your head down, heading for your desk.
"OK everyone, since it's Friday we're gonna have an easy day. Pair up and work on your projects. You've got two weeks left so make your time count." Mr. Banner said as he sat behind his desk. Looking up behind you, you saw Loki with his head on his desk, was he sleeping? You wondered as you grabbed your things and made your way to his desk. You sat down, pulling out your laptop and he hadn't moved. You slowly put your hand on shoulder, gently nudging him as he groaned, ignoring the way his noises made you feel, you nudged him a bit harder. "Loki, we need to work on this." You said trying to shake him.
He slowly opened his eyes, moaning as he stretched sitting up, feeling your cheeks flush again. "Sorry, was up late, what did I miss?" He asked looking at you. "Stacy keep you pretty busy?" You snarked at him, you felt him glare as he leaned forward "what I do with my cock isn't your concern?" He whispered in your ear "unless you want it to be hmm?" He whispered again, feeling your face heat up as he sat back watching you. "I prefer a challenge, you seem pretty easy to get in bed." You shrugged, thinking back to the picture.
His face seemed to soften as something flashed in his eyes, hurt? Before his mask was back in place "strong words coming from my brother's whore. Tell me, were you thinking of me when he fucked you?" He sneered at you. "I can't do this." You said, slamming your laptop closed, grabbing your things. "Oh come on y/n, it's just a bit of fun." He smiled at you. You felt a tear stream down your cheek, hurrying to wipe it away as he watched you. "Y/n, wait, I didn't mean..." he started "No, its fine. I'll do the project, we can present together so you get credit and that will be that." You said grabbing your bag. "But i.." He tried again "its fine Loki, wouldn't want you to have to work with a whore right?" You said walking down the steps.
"Mr. Banner, I'm really not feeling well, is it okay if I take off for the day? I'll work on the project over the weekend." You said fighting back tears. "Well I guess that's fine. See you Monday y/n." He smiled. As you turned to leave, you glanced at Loki who hadn't taken his eyes off you as you stormed out. You made it to your locker, grabbing your jacket and keys, slamming it shut seeing Thor standing there.
"Jesus Thor, warn someone." You said grabbing your chest as he laughed. "My apologies locker neighbor, are you headed home?" He asked looking at you. "Yeah, I'm not feeling well." You said looking down. "Oh, well I hope you feel better." He smiled patting your back. You nodded heading to your car. "So, what's your girlfriend problem?" Loki asked Thor, leaning on the lockers. "What girlfriend?" Thor asked furrowing his eyebrows. "Y/n, she the one you were just taking to." Loki said waving his hand. "She's not my girlfriend, we're more..acquaintances then anything." He shrugged "wait, you and her never...." he started "Oh no, no no, apparently I am not not her type." Thor laughed closing his locker.
"Why do you ask?" He raised an eyebrow at Loki. "Hmm? oh no reason. Curious." Loki said. "Shouldn't you be more concerned with Stacy?" He asked nudging him "no, Stacy and I are not a thing. We had fun that's it." Loki said pushing off the lockers. "Well, you may want to tell her that." Thor laughed walking away, leaving Loki in the hallway. "Damn." He whispered to himself as he headed back to class.
You made it home, pulling out your tub of ice cream before plopping on the couch. You scrolled through your phone, seeing the picture was still on Instagram "Damn" You whispered as you tossed your phone down. "Good job y/n, you just screwed that to hell." You sighed, putting your head back. You heard a knock on your door, opening seeing Wanda. "Hey, why you home so early?" She asked coming in. "I told them I wasn't feeling well. Why can't I gave a free day like you?" You laughed heading back to the couch as she joined you.
"So, why are you really home?" She asked looking at you. You sighed "you know that guy I told you about that I like?" You asked "yeah, what about him?" She asked "Well, I may or may not have called him a whore, and hurt his feelings." You said squinting. "Why would you do that?" She asked raising her eyebrows. "I was jealous, and angry. He was with some girl and i......lost myself." You said looking down. "Well, you need to apologize." She said grabbing your phone. "I can't, he thinks I'm sleeping with his brother." You said looking at her. "Ok, you need to tell me exactly what happened." She sighed setting your phone down.
You recanted the events of the last week to her as she rubbed her eyes. "Ok, so first you need to apologize, then you need to tell him you and his brother aren't a thing." She said waving her hand around. "It doesn't matter Wan, he has that Stacy girl, he'd never want me." You sighed "you don't know that y/n." She said "oh yeah, look at this." You said pulling the picture up "Oh, ok yeah she's pretty, but.." She started "Don't, don't do that wanda. Don't try to make me believe I can compete with that." You said pointing at the picture. She sat the phone down, pulling you into a hug "Well I think your amazing." She said rubbing your back. "Thanks Wan, let's watch a movie." You smiled turning on the TV.
Loki pulled up to the house, Odin waiting for him on the steps as he sighed grabbing his things. "Your late. Why do you insist on embarrassing me." He bellowed down the driveway. Loki began to walk past him as he grabbed the front of his jacket "You will answer me." He said "I'm sorry, my last class ran late." Loki said as Odin released him. "I'll call and talk to the teacher, you are not to be late again, understood." He demanded "yes sir." Loki said looking down. "Go change and meet me in back. You have five minutes." Odin said going inside.
Loki changed into his soccer uniform, slipping his cleats on as he made his way out back to the make shift field Odin had built. "Do we really need to do this today? I've practiced all week." Loki said stretching. "If you want me to continue to pay for that useless school yes, you'll do as I say." Odin said. He pulled his hair back, making his way to the field.
Five hours later the sun was setting as Loki knelt on the grass, his knees giving out. "I can't anymore, can we please stop?" He asked leaning over. Odin walked up, looking down at him "fine, you can be done today, but I want twice the practice the next two days." He said sternly. "But....but I have plans tomorrow." Loki said looking up at him. "Cancel them. No son of mine will amount to nothing." He said "I'm not your son." Loki growled as he felt the back of Odin's hand connect with his cheek. "I adopted you, I raised you, I trained you." Odin growled as he leaned down. "As long as you are in this house you will do as I say." He said sternly as Loki glared at him. "And we both know you won't make it without my money....son." He said getting up going in the house, leaving Loki in the yard.
"Just a few more weeks, then I'll be rid of you old man." Loki snarled as he slowly stood, making his way to his room. He wiped his lip, peeling his shoes off getting ready to shower, the days event running through his mind. He could deal with anything Odin threw at him, he had for years, but he had to make things right with you. He was determined come Monday he was going to talk to you.
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Day 6- Drew Starkey
“Hey.. would you come over and help me find an outfit to wear tonight?” Drew asked. I was at lunch at work when he called me. “Of course. What are we styling you for?” He paused for a moment before continuing.. “A date…” I felt my heart drop to my stomach as I gulped. “Oh.. awesome! Yeah sure. I’ll come by after work.” I could hear the smile in his voice when he said, “awesome! Thanks Y/N! Couldn’t do it without you!” I hung up, feeling tears sting my eyes as I went back to my office. I tried hard to not let it affect my day but it was hard not to be jealous when my best friend was going to take some other girl on a date that I wished was me.
After I got off work, I made my way to his house, trying to shake off the funk I was in. It apparently didn’t work, because as soon as he opened his arms for a hug, I dodged it. “You okay?” he asked almost immediately. I never dodged his hugs. In fact, I preferred his hugs because of the warmth and love they emit. “I’m fine. Just a long day and I’m all sweaty.” He just shrugged and shut the door behind him. “You want something to drink?” he asked. “Yeah sure.. Can I have a beer?” He agreed and handed me one. “Okay so.. I’m thinking jeans and a button up, or maybe a blazer? What are you thinking?” I took a big gulp of my beer before looking at him. “Don’t you have a stylist for questions like this? Or supermodel friends?” He chuckles and looks at me. “Well, my date is friends with my ‘supermodel friends’ so I can’t exactly ask them..” I finish my beer in about three gulps as I look at him. “Oh.. well then, I say a blazer and jeans. The green one. It brings out your eyes.” He raises his eyebrows. “Are you sure? I’m not sure about that.” I scoff and stand up. “Then why the hell am I here Drew? Why did you ask my opinion if you weren’t going to listen?” He seemed shocked at my outburst. “Woah.. are you okay? What is going on with you today?” I shake my head and begin to head to the door but he grabs my wrist to stop me. “Y/N, don’t go. Please… talk to me. Tell me what’s going on.” I roll my eyes and sit on the couch. “Why don’t you just go get ready for your date with your supermodel, and then you’ll see I’m right when she drools over you later.” He chuckles and looks at you curiously, “wait a minute, are you…jealous?” I scoff. “What? No way. Now go! You’re going to be late!” He shakes his head and goes back to his room, changing into exactly what I told him to. When he came out, he must have been texting his date, because he had a big smile on his face. He had his back to me and I noticed that the collar of his blazer was sticking up, so I stood from the couch, reaching up to fix it, but he was too tall to reach. I huffed, “sit, tall person.” He laughed. “Why? What’s wrong?” “Your collar is a mess, let me fix it.” He sat on the edge of the couch so he was eye level with me. I reached around, folding the collar over correctly and smoothing it out. “There. Much better. See? She’ll love it.” He shook his head. “She won’t be seeing it.” I stood there shocked. “What?! She- what?! What happened?” He shrugged. “I canceled.” I slapped his shoulder. “Why the hell would you cancel on a supermodel?! Are you crazy?!” He smiled, pulling me close by hips. “Crazy for you.” He leaned in, pulling me down for a kiss.
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Summary: After your divorce, your sister’s brother in law, Frankie was there for you. One day (Valentines Day) when he’s over at your place to fix something in your bathrom you tell him that your ex husband had always been jealous of him and implied that you had been fucking Frankie behind his back. Now that you’re single you just might finally do it for real. And find so, so much more.
Pairing: Frankie Morales x fem. Reader
Warnings: mentions of divorce, mentions of cheating, fluff, some spicy thoughts but that's it
A/N: This was originally planned for Valentine's day but then I had too many other ideas so it's a belated Valentine's fic
“So. The divorce is finally through?” Santiago was sitting beside you, your sister occupied with their daughter. It was his 40th birthday and you had been invited for the big BBQ.
“Yeah. Finally, we could have been done much much sooner but… Well let’s not talk about it.”
“You deserve better anyway. I never really liked him,” he said and you sighed.
“Well he wasn’t bad all the time. It just… didn’t work in the end. Wasn’t helping that he was convinced that I was having an affair,” you rolled your eyes and Santi raised his left eyebrow.
“Wasn’t he the one who cheated?”
You just nodded, letting your eyes wander through the backyard, your eyes landing on Frankie who just walked in. His eyes found yours and he gave you a warm smile before he made his way over to you.
“Why did he think you had an affair then?” Santiago asked and you shrugged.
“Apparently the couple of times Frankie was here, when we were over visiting you, were enough to convince him I was fucking him,” you said and Santiago choked on his beer.
“Frankie?” he asked in disbelief.
“What about me?” Frankie asked as he joined you and you just smiled.
“I am telling him about our secret love affair,” you winked and he chuckled. Whenever he smiled he looked years younger, his warm eyes wrinkling in the corners.
“Ah yes, our affair,” he said head shaking as he sat down next to you, grabbing a beer from the table and kissing your cheek. Santi eyed you suspiciously.
“I mean you are hanging out much more often lately…”
Frankie had turned out to be a big help after your marriage broke apart. Which was a big surprise. Of course you had known him before. He and Santiago were best friends and whenever there was a celebration or just a BBQ or a dinner at the house Garcia, he was there.
It was only after you moved out and split from your husband that you got to form a friendship with Frankie. You were at the hardware store when you met him. It was late on a Saturday evening. You had spent the whole day working on the little house you had bought for yourself to start your new life.
And everything went great until you had finished painting the walls and were trying to figure out what kind of floor you wanted. Tiles? Laminate? Something completely different?
You could manage to put laminate into your living room by yourself. Probably. Well… Maybe. And maybe it was your feelings catching up with you, or the fact that you hadn’t eaten all day but while you were at the hardware store and looking at their laminate you had a tiny emotional breakdown as you thought about everything that had gone wrong in your life. You were single in your mid thirties, had a shitty job that didn’t pay enough and you were so, so alone. Yes you had friends, and they had all been a big help but you didn’t want to bother them. To whine about your life.
You had heard a cough behind you, and you had wiped your tears away quickly, taking a deep breath before you turned around and saw Francisco standing behind you. He looked at you caringly, having recognized you as he passed by.
“Hi,” he said.
“Hi,” you whispered, giving him a weak smile. He had heard about your divorce from your sister. He wanted to reach out, but felt weird doing so, the both of you not really… friends? Anything really. Maybe some far far extended family with him and you being Godparents to Santi’s daughter.
“Ignore the tears, the laminate is just… so pretty,” you joked and he gave you a small smile.
“Yeah… Those… are… very pretty, you’re right,” he said and you laughed quietly.
“Do you need any help?” Frankie asked.
“I’m sure you have better things to do Francisco,” you said and he shook his head.
“Wouldn’t have offered it if I had. So… Laminate floor?”
He had spent an hour with you in the aisle as you decided which laminate you would get, helping you get everything you needed and insisting that he’d help you put it in the next day.
And that’s how Frankie and you became friends.
“So nothing’s going on between the two of you?” Santi asked.
“You know men and women can be just friends, right?” you asked.
“Heard the rumours, yeah,” he grinned and you rolled your eyes, turning your head to look at Frankie.
“Help me out here,” you said and he chuckled.
“Nah, Pope doesn’t believe in friendship between men and women.”
“Because it doesn’t work. Sooner or later one of the party catches feelings and it all goes to hell.”
“Just because that happened to you and my sister doesn’t mean it’s a rule, Garcia,” you joked and he sighed, getting up as he caught his wife’s gaze.
“I’m just saying, you’d be a great couple,” he shrugged, before he walked away.
The thing was, maybe Santiago was right. You noticed that you began to look differently at Frankie. He was just always.. There for you. No matter what. He helped you with everything you couldn’t do at your house. You had dinner together, hell, you even cooked together. In the last months Frankie had become your best friend. Someone you talked to daily about everything and nothing.
You had met his daughter and you absolutely adored her. Almost as much as her father.
Frankie was an attractive man. He was funny, he always had an open ear for you and god… his hands. Late at night, when you were alone in your bed you thoughts began to wander to just what those big hands could do.
You didn’t know when Frankie had become your number one fantasy, it just.. Happened.
“We’re still on for tomorrow?” his voice pulled you out of your daydream. You blinked a couple of times and his smile got wider.
“Of course. You’re my Valentine's Date after all.”
“Oh yeah. You want flowers to the lamp I’m bringing to hang in your bathroom?” he asked with a grin.
“I mean it’s Valentine’s day and I am cooking your favourite,” you winked and he groaned, your mind going straight to the gutter hearing it.
“Okay. I’ll bring you something,” he smiled, his head coming down to your shoulder. You closed your eyes, letting yours fall on top of his, missing the way your sister and Santiago knowingly looked at you and Frankie.
There was a knock on the door and for some reason you felt nervous. Dinner was almost ready and you had... A dress on? Why did you dress up? This was dinner and a movie with Frankie. Something you did weekly, yet you put so much more effort into it?
He was here to install the new lamp he had picked up for you after work. So he was not here for… a date with you, right?
You groaned to yourself, shaking your head as you made your way to the door. Taking a deep breath you opened it, a smile sneaking to your face as you saw Frankie standing in front of it.
Had he… shaved?
“Happy Valentine’s day,” he said with a grin, holding out a colourful bouquet of flowers for you and the lamp in his other hand. Your face softened and when you took the flowers and Frankie leaned down to kiss your cheek you felt butterflies in your stomach you haven’t felt in… years.
“You didn’t have to,” you said with the widest smile and he nodded.
“I wanted to. They reminded me of you,” he said and you took a step to the side so he could come in, fighting down your nervousness. This was just Frankie, god damn it.
“Lamp or food first?” he asked and walked towards your kitchen.
“Will you be able to hang the lamp after dinner?” you teased.
He made a face. “Probably not,” he chuckled then.
You were sitting on your bed, watching Frankie in your en suite bathroom as he stood on a chair, hanging your lamp. He was telling you about something that happened at work today while you were watching him.
His shirt had run up, revealing a sliver of his hips. His arms were all toned skin and muscle as he held the lamp up. It was hard to follow what he was saying when he looked like that, your imagination running wild.
When he turned around he caught you staring and you felt your cheeks growing warm, blinking a couple of times, to clear your mind. He smirked at you, not saying anything as he focused on his task.
“You ever thought about it?” he asked after a while, putting the last screw in.
“Thought about what?”
“The affair we were supposed to be having,” he said and you frowned.
“What do you mean? We never had that affair…”
“I know. Fuck... I meant… Do you ever think about us? Together?” he asked and you were sure your heart stopped beating for a second.
“I… I haven’t really thought about being with anyone since the break up. It’s… I wanted to focus on myself for a while.”
“Oh…” he said, getting down from the chair.
“But in the moments I am thinking about being with anyone… It’s always you,” you added quietly, sucking your bottom lip in nervously as you waited for his reaction. He turned around to look at you.
“You’re much more than just my best friend… I… think about you all the time, even when you’re standing in front of me. You’ve been my rock throughout this... journey on self discovery,” you chuckled to yourself, letting yourself fall back onto your bed as Frankie walked towards you. You waited until he sat down beside you and let himself fall next to you, his face turned in your direction.
“I… I’m thinking about you too all the time,” he said, one of his hands slowly lifting up, his fingers carefully touching your cheek. Your whole body was anticipating what might be happening next.
“You’re… You’re perfect. And beautiful and so damn funny and to be honest many of the thoughts I have about you are anything but what friends would do…”
“Yeah?” you asked as his hand came to rest on your cheek. You lifted yours up, covering his hand as you turned your head, so you could kiss his palm. He bit his bottom lip as he looked at you.
“Yeah,” he whispered, pulling you closer.
And then he kissed you.
Hours later, after you had the dinner reheated you were sitting dressed in nothing but Frankie’s shirt in front of him on the couch, his arms around you, as he kissed up your shoulder.
“I think I need to thank your ex husband,” he mumbled and you frowned as you turned your head to look at him.
“Without him being obsessed about our non-existent affair we would probably never have ended up like this,” he grinned and you rolled your eyes, kissing him softly.
“You’re a dork,” you whispered with a smile against his lips.
“You love it,” he grinned, before he turned you in his arms so you were laying on top of him.
“I do,” you smiled dreamily, before you finally started the movie he had been here to watch in the first place.
This time though, the movie became secondary as Frankie explored your body.
mark spoils reader
Mark Estapa blurb
Word count: 927
Tw: mention of death
I’m currently rushing across campus to get over to Mark’s apartment. He’s bring me to this party with some of his friends. He was the first friend I made at Michigan. We instantly clicked. Now 5 months later, we spend just about every day together. He’s more than a friend definitely, but I have no clue what the proper label would be. I had transferred here from Eastern Illinois University, the college in my hometown. This week has been rough, I miss home like crazy. I’m hoping a night out on the town will relax my mind.
I had a￼ tough home life. My mom is a single parent after my dad died, and she never overcame the pain of his death. He had a heart attack, and she blamed herself. After he died, she shut down. I was left to raise my younger sister, and baby brother at just 10 years old. I was super duper close to my siblings. I didn’t like telling many people about my mom. Only my close friends, like Mark. She isn’t a bad person, trust me she’s amazing. It’s just like she sealed off parts of herself and one of those parts was her motherly affection. I stayed close to home last year to help with my siblings. Anna, my sister is now 17, while my brother Max is almost 10. I love them to death. There isn’t a thing I wouldn’t do for them. Now that Anna is almost 18, I decided to be selfish for once. I followed my dreams, and it led me right here in Ann Arbor.
“Hey you ok with being the DD tonight Hughsey?” Ethan asks Luke. “Sure. I’ve got class at 8 tomorrow morning anyway. Don’t want to show up all hungover. Mark is currently laying his head on my shoulder, and playing with the bracelet on my wrist. “How was your week?” He asks. “Eh-, I don’t know. My classes were fine, but I miss home. Apparently something’s going on. Anna won’t tell me.” He cups my cheeks with his hands and says,” Hey, It’ll be fine. Trust me.” I nod. I still can’t shake this feeling though.
After getting some drinks, I’m sitting down talking to Dylan’s girlfriend Grace. Her and I got really close after the first semester. We both spend all of our time at the boys apartment just hanging out. “So are you going to the game Friday?” She asks. “Probably. Are you?” She nods. We both sit next to each other during the games and make the biggest most embarrassing signs ever. “How’s Mark?” Umm. Ok straight to it then. “He’s good. I still have no clue what we are though.” I say honestly. “ He’ll come around. I just know it.” Maybe she will.
After about 3 hours, Mark found me and said,” Hey. You wanna head out? I’ve got something for you back at the house.” I nod and grab his hand so he can lead me out. “Did you have fun?” He asks. “Yeah. I did. I just for some reason can’t shake this feeling, you know.” He nods and takes my hand in his. “It’s ok. I’m here for you.” My heart flutters.
“Here close your eyes. I got you a surprise!” Mark says excitedly. “Uh ok.” I responded. I put my hands over my eyes and waited. I can hear his feet stomp against the hard wood and his bedroom door open. Soon after I hear him say,” Open your eyes beautiful!” I’m met with the sight of my favorite candies, some sodas, and then an envelope. “I know the other stuff isn’t the most, but open the envelope. Trust me. You’ll like it.” I blush at the fact he’s got me all this. I open the envelope and am met with 2 plane tickets back home. “You did all of this? For me?” He nods. “Well there’s more. I know I’ve only known you for five months, but y/n I feel like I’ve known you forever. I got this feeling around the 1 month mark of our friendship. I really like you. I’ve been too afraid to tell you, but I just had to. Y/n will you do me the honor and be my girlfriend?” I’m in shock. He wants me! “Of course Mark!!” I grab him by the neck and pull him to a hug. “Let me guess the second ticket is for you?” I ask him. “How’d you know.” He says jokingly. “You’ve already met my family. I want to meet you as your boyfriend.” I giggle and place my lips on his. “You're the most amazing girl I’ve ever met. I would do anything for you. I want to see your family, and see you happy again. I want to do everything I can for you baby. What ever is going on back home. I’ll be there next to you to face it. I promise.” Tears start to fall down my face. “Really all for me?” I ask. “Y/n don’t cry. I didn’t mean to make you cry.” I laugh with tears still streaming down my face. “Mark this is a good cry. This. All of this. It makes me so extremely happy I can even express how I feel. Thank you!” I grab him by the neck once again and inbrace him in a hug. “You’re the best. Thank you so so much!” He pulls away and says,” So your sure your not sad?” I giggle and give him a peck on the lips. “Yep! I’m sure.” He grins and says,”Well I guess where going to Illinois!” Yes we are.
So I have a lot of works in progress so be expecting more soon 😜
Pretend this has a valid title.
I just noticed that I make Keith cry really often. Huh.
And there's more kissing! What's going on?
Keith and Lance stare in horror at their wrists to see them handcuffed together.
They had just been arguing about something stupid, Keith isn't even sure what the topic is, and apparently Pidge has had enough.
"If you two are going to yell at each other, then you can do it like this. Now shut your face-holes."
They stared each other down. Lance sighed and shifted to hold Keith's hand loosely. "Ugh, Fine. I'll try to be decent if you try too."
Lance's grip on Keith's hand brings back old memories.
Lance is standing outside of Keith's door, his hair is tousled like he's been running, and he holds a bouquet of red roses to big it hides his face from view.
Keith can't help the fond smile that comes to his face.
Lance has been asking him out for months, each try more extravagant than the last. Judging from the fairly simple flowers, he seems to have finally realized that Keith prefers small gestures rather than large gifts.
Keith sees blue eyes peek over the top of the blossoms.
"Please Keith. Just one try? You know you want some of this."
Lance gestures to himself, and Keith lets a small chuckle leave his lips. (what? no, of course Keith didn't giggle, he's a very masculine guy, nope, never, be quiet).
Keith can't deny the fact that he's had a crush on Lance for a while. It's hard not to admire someone so sure of himself, someone who carries himself like he rules the world, someone who could befriend anyone. Keith doesn't know why Lance wants him of all people.
"One try is all you get."
It has been about 9 months since Keith agreed to go out with Lance.
"Why do you always push me away? I get that you miss Shiro, but I'm only trying to help!"
"I don't want your help! I can deal with this myself!"
"That's what you say about everything! Have you ever thought that maybe I like helping you? That I want to see you happy instead of constantly alone and heartbroken? Please, Keith." "
Lance. Just drop it."
"No! You need help! The sooner you accept that, the sooner we can work past this."
"Lance! Just-just leave me alone. This isn't something you can fix with charming words and a smile!"
"Is that all you think I am? Nothing but a people pleaser? I thought you knew me better than that, but I guess not. Goodbye Keith. I'm done."
The first time Lance sends a Keith in his direction, it feels like a knife to the heart. Hunk has distanced himself from Keith too.
Keith is all alone again, and just like always, there's no one to blame but himself.
Keith snaps back to the present. He stares at the ground and wills his hot tears to go away.
"Yeah. Sure. It's just for a bit anyway."
It is not just for a bit. When they go to Pidge and show her that they're getting along, she searches all of her drawers and comes up with only a handful of candy wrappers.
"Ummmm... So I have bad news and good news. Bad: I lost the key. But, hey, at least now you can bond a bit more!"
They both groan at the same time, and the whip around to glare at each other. They forget how close they are thanks to the handcuffs, and bonk noses.
All day, they struggle for control over where they go and how the do things. Thankfully, they don't have to feed each other. That would be annoying.
The night cycle starts, and Pidge still can't find the keys. She looks genuinely guilty, and scurries around the castle looking everywhere.
Finally, Hunk has an idea.
"Hey, you know that spinning blade saw we have in the engineering room? It's made to bust through Altean meatal. We try that."
And now Lance and Keith are standing with both of their hands only inches away from a wicked looking blade.
Even with its incredible power, the saw is very slow, and Pidge tells them they have about 5 minutes before the chain breaks.
"So.. today wasn't bad," Keith mutters.
Lance glares at him harshly. "Yeah? Well maybe someone should have handcuffed us together 2 years ago!"
Keith recoils. Lance feels a sliver of guilt for the wounded look in his eyes.
"I- I'm just trying to say that I'm sorry. You were right. You usually are, we both know I can't use my head when it matters."
Lance scoffs. "No dip. If the past couple of years have shown anything, it's that we don't mix well. I mean, we've had a rivalry for a while."
Keith's eyes flash, and all of the sadness leaves them.
"Seriously? There never was a rivalry, Lance! It's all in your head! I went along with it because that's the only way you would let me close to you! Everyone has noticed, it's just you who can't get it into your thick head that I never moved on. Don't you get it? I love you, Lance! I never stopped loving you!"
There's angry tears flowing down Keith's reddened face, and he spits the words out like they are fire. There is a loud snap as the chain breaks, and Keith immediately bolts out.
The rest of the paladins, who have been silent throughout Keith's whole confession stare in shock. Hunk and Shiro are the only ones who have prior knowledge of Keith and Lance's relationship, and Shiro left on the Kerberos mission before he could learn the extent of Keith's feelings.
"That was... intense. Maybe you shou-"
Lance races out of the room before he can hear the end of Hunk's sentence.
Please, please, please.
Lance can't miss this chance, Keith will never open up to him like this again.
He sees the Keith running down like there's a weblum after him. Anyone else would have been left in his dust, but Lance has long gazelle legs and ran track for 5 years.
He tackles Keith to the ground, and they both grunt at the impact.
Lance ends up on top of Keith, and he fights the boy pinning him to the ground until Lance stares at him with pleading, watery eyes.
Lance does what he does best. He rambles.
"I’m sorry, I was stupid, you were stupid, we were both stupid! I’ve always loved you and I’d fight the world for you, defy death and gravity, handcuff myself to you so I never have to let go. I’d kiss you at the altar, I’d trade anything and everything for you, I’d spray paint the side of the garrison with our initials surrounded by a big, disgusting pink heart"
They both laugh at that like it’s an old memory they both share, which, knowing them, it probably is. Lance continues.
"I’d kiss the air out of your lungs, I’d take you anywhere, I’d destroy anyone who dares to harm you. I shouldn't have left you, you're worth so much more than one fight! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I forgive you, so can you please forgive me? Keith, you don't know how much I wan-"
Keith grabs his shirt collar and kisses him hard. Lance lowers himself off of his arms and lays completely on the raven below him.
When they break apart, Keith lets out a disbelieving laugh.
"Guess what? You finally bested me. Your confession was much better than mine."
"Because thou art my truest love!"
"Ew, never do that again."
they don't notice the team until Allura's giggle sounds out from further down the hall. They are watching them with expressions that range from teasing disgust to megashipper freakout.
Allura has been recording the whole thing, and Pidge will most definitely be playing that at their wedding.
ok! As a counter for that last ask! Cause I think Percy would never forget Nico even if he s intoxicated to his last brain cell or mind whipped by Juno!!! I propose this version (which is hilarious to me may I add) 😆:
Nico, trying to get a drunk Percy to the car (or to a dark corner to shadow jump) : c'mon dear we gotta get you home-
Percy who's completely plastered: GET YOUR WHORE HANDS OFF ME!!! I HAVE A FUCKING BOYFRIEND!
Nico: ... I am extremely proud and offended at the same time.
[Anon means this drabble]
Nico entered the bar carefully, trying to not draw any attention to himself.
He had recieved an IM from Jason from the bar's very dirty bathroom so he could pick up Percy, who had apparently fallen victim to Leo's pranks and spiked cocktails.
He would have let it run its course if not for Percy saying way too loudly, "Jay! I'm starting to think that Margarita Sunrise lied about being a virgin!" before an embarrassed son of Jupiter ended the connection.
"Nico!" Jason called him looking relieved. "Thank the gods, your boyfriend is out of control!"
"Hi, Jason," Nico shouted to be heard over the loud music. "The place looks very unflooded, how bad could it really be?"
"—And believe me, I met Misery, and you reek it!" He heard the love of his life say behind him. He turned around to see him talking to a man built like a fridge, who looked more and more displeased by the second. "With some luck, you'll see that happiness is not found at the bottom of a bottle."
And then the unthinkable happened. The man's eyes welled up in tears and he hugged Percy. Nico turned to look at Jason, who just massaged his temples.
"He already made Leo cry too," he said. "And three other people, including the bouncer who tried to throw him out for dragging the mood down."
Nico sighed and approached Percy, who stumbled unfocused and said, "Hokay! Who's next?"
"Hey, caro," he greeted, giving him his best disarming smile. Percy blinked and looked him up and down.
"Pretty..." he mumbled, making Nico smile.
"You're very drunk, aren't you?"
"...Maybe a bit," he admitted after a few seconds. He leaned in close as if he was about to whisper, but kept the same volume as he said, "Don't tell anyone, but I think someone spiked my drink!"
Nico chuckled. Of course drunk Percy was adorable.
"Come on, I better get you home so you can sleep off the—"
"Woah, woah!" Percy took a step back holding his hands up to prevent Nico from grabbing him. "Hands off, pretty boy!"
"Percy, what are—?"
"Don't touch me with your sexy hands, you hussy! I have a boyfriend!"
A million thoughts went through Nico's brain as he tried to understand what Percy had just said. From the fact that Percy didn't recognize him, yet still seemed loyal to him, to the fact that he had called him a hussy.
"Hussy?" Was all he could say. Percy frowned.
"Yeah, who else would go to bars, looking all attractive and tempting, and picking up guys, strumpet!" Percy crossed his arms. "But I have my Nico, and he's a thousand times better than you could ever hope to be!"
"I... have never been so flattered and offended at the same time," Nico managed to get out. Percy looked away. "What if I take you to your Nico? Preferably before you bring out the thessaurus for more words for escorts."
The idea made Percy smile. He nodded and held out his hand.
"No touching below the waist though... or above, ar anywhere but my hand!" he warned. Nico rolled his eyes and nodded. Percy seemed satisfied and looked behind him. "Bye Jay! This tramp will take me to Nico!"
Nico turned to see his friend trying hard to hold his laughter. He glared before taking Percy's hand and shoving him into the darkest corner.
He wasn't sure if he should congratulate or chew out Percy the next day, but he was certain that Jason would face his wrath come morning.
Omega Depression || Alpha!Kiribaku x Omega!fem!reader
Hi! Can I request an alpha!Kiribaku x omega!fem!reader where she is strong on the outside, but sensitive on the inside. Then, some asshole alpha comes and insults her saying that she isn't worthy of having alphas and other super mean stuff that makes her go to omega depression. After that, she confines and isolates herself in her room, not allowing her alphas to enter. Days pass, she misses school for like a week, and her alphas are tired of waiting, so they bust the door and find their omega deep in omega depression and starving herself, and they're super worried and try to help her get out of it, cause she could die if not. The rest can be little angst with a fluffy happy ending!
Yo I live for alpha kiribaku, not gonna lie
Warnings: angst, mental health stuff, depression, eating disorder/starvation stuff, abo
Requests are open!
You were always happy with your alphas. Bakugou and Kirishima were the loves of your life, you were sure of it. The three of you got along well, and there was nothing you enjoyed more than spending time with your boys. You kept up with them easily, never having trouble when it came to handling Katsuki’s temper or Eijiro’s enthusiasm. They loved protecting you, too, not that you ever really seemed to need it; you were tough as nails, as far as everyone was concerned.
You weren’t, though, not really.
“What a useless little omega.”
The words kept repeating in your head, over and over.
“Two alphas? Yeah, right. You don’t even deserve one, not with an uppity attitude like that.”
They kept echoing, no matter what you tried to do.
“What a stupid bitch. They should just leave your sorry ass. You aren’t worthy of anyone, much less alphas.”
You curled in on yourself. You felt sick to your stomach. How could someone say that about you? How could a shitty alpha go and ruin your mood, and your day, by saying something so awful?
“I am worthy!” You had argued. “And we’re happy together, so just fuck off.”
“Oh yeah? Then why haven’t they claimed you yet?” His lips had pulled over his teeth in a sick grin. “You know they’re just biding their time, waiting for something better to come along. You’re nothing to them.”
The little spat had been earlier that morning. It was rare that you ever went out alone; usually Eijirou or Katsuki or both of them were stuck to you like glue, but this had been one of those instances when you had absolutely insisted you would be fine. After all, you were just running a couple errands. You weren’t even going very far from campus. What’s the worst that could possibly happen?
You had rejected the advances of an alpha who had been eyeing you for quite some time. He was annoying and his scent always made you recoil, but you would never, not in a million years, have thought that he could hurt you so deeply.
Why were his words even bothering you so much? You knew your boys liked you. They made sure to constantly cover you in their scents, they happily gave up their shirts for you to tuck into your little bed nest, they held your hands and gave you sweet little kisses...
And yet, he was right. They hadn’t claimed you yet. There were no big bite marks on your neck to show the world that you were taken. Why hadn’t it happened yet? You always thought that maybe they were just nervous, and they wanted to wait for the right time. Maybe they wanted to wait until school was over and they were better established as heroes.
Or maybe they were just playing with you, maybe you were nothing more than their favorite toy for the time being. What if they got tired of you? What if they really were planning on kicking you to the curb? Without a bond mark, nobody would even blink if they cast you aside. It would just be a normal break up, nothing for anybody else to even care about or get involved in.
But your heart was already aching at the thought of it.
You huddled up in your nest, ugly sobs wracking your body as you clutched one of Katsuki’s hoodies to your chest. An undershirt of Eijirou’s was nearby, a few plushies that they had given you tucked in amongst the blankets and pillows. The scents of burnt sugar and cinnamon wafted around you, and as comforting as they usually were, they weren’t helping you now. Nothing was.
You heard your phone vibrate, but you didn’t reach for it. You didn’t care. You were too wrapped up in your own thoughts, absolutely trapped in your head now. You were plagued by those same words as they kept repeating, telling you over and over that you were worthless, useless, nothing.
When you finally managed to glance at your phone, you had missed texts from both your alphas. You replied to them with a couple of half hearted “yeah, I’m fine” -s, then finally slithered out of bed to make sure your door was locked. You didn’t want to face them when they came to bother you.
If they came.
You spent the entire day like that. When you were out of tears to cry, you just grew numb. It was the worst you had ever felt, and while some part of you knew, deep down, that you needed your alphas to come help you, you couldn’t stand the idea of them seeing you like this. How had you managed to grow so afraid? You usually told them everything, but now...now you abhorred the thought.
“Oi!” Katsuki’s rough voice came from the other side of your door, his scent wafting in. “Open up!”
You didn’t answer, curling in on yourself even further instead.
“Omega!” he called angrily. “Stop ignoring me, dammit!”
“Go away!” you managed to squeeze out, your voice sounding weak and strangled.
He was silent for a moment, his scent changing. It grew more burnt-smelling as his anger mounted, and as it reached your nose, you felt panic and annoyance spiking in your chest.
“Omega,” he growled, voice low. You heard the doorknob jiggling as he tried to get in, but you had locked the deadbolt, and unless he unleashed his quirk right there in the dorms, there was no way he was entering your room.
“I said go away!” you yelled.
On the other side of the door, Katsuki was fuming. The beginning sparks of little explosions were popping around his hands, and if Eijirou wasn’t there to hold his arms down at his sides, there was a good chance he would have done some real damage to the hallway.
“Katsuki, c’mon.” the larger alpha said. “Let’s just leave her alone for a little.”
“Something’s wrong,” Katsuki pulled back as his partner started trying to drag him away. “She stinks.”
“Yeah, she definitely doesn’t smell happy,” Kirishima paused, frowning. “But...we need to give her the space, if she wants it.”
“Fuck that,” his partner spat.
“Katsuki....” Eijirou sighed.
Bakugou’s nostrils flared angrily for a moment, red eyes wild as Kirishima grabbed his arm once again. Someone was trying to drag him away from his omega, from his perfect little mate, and if it had been anyone other than Eijirou, he would have done far worse than simply dig his heels into the floor and growl in protest. Kirishima was right, though; if their omega wanted alone time, they couldn’t just barge in without permission. As much as it hurt both boys, as desperate as they were to get to you and make you feel better, they weren’t total animals. They respected you, and prided themselves on being two big, capable alphas who listened to their omega.
They returned to their own rooms, expecting to at least hear from you within an hour or two.
Hours turned to days.
You texted them a few times, listless, half-assed messages that did little to reassure them. You would send a pathetic I’m fine or a It’s okay here and there, only after they had both blown your phone up for a few hours. It was the only reason they hadn’t tried to tear your door off its hinges; they knew you were alive, at least. But by the third day, Katsuki was beside himself, and even Eijirou was getting upset enough to consider using his quirk to get to you.
You wished that he would. You didn’t want to face them, but at the same time, the fact that they weren’t tearing the building apart to reach you was making you even sadder. Your sad scent was starting to leech out into the rest of the dorms, and by the end of the fifth day, nobody could stop your alphas.
“Oy!” Bakugou snarled, his fist thudding against your door. “Open up, omega!”
You didn’t answer, too weak and listless to bother.
“Babe?” Kirishima asked, his voice strained with the effort of not yelling in panic.
“We know you’re in there,” Katsuki growled. “Quit avoiding us!”
Still, you didn’t answer.
Then, you could hear some shuffling, and the door was being torn off its hinges by Kirishima. Bakugou stormed in as soon as the path was clear, his red eyes blazing with anger, his hands balled into fists.
“You’d better show your face right fuckin’ now, or I swear I—“
He fell silent at the sight of you. His eyes widened, his nostrils flaring. Your scent was so strong and so incredibly miserable that a wave of nausea passed through him. He hadn’t expected that it would be so pungent in your room, and as he covered his mouth and nose with his hand, he rushed towards you.
“Baby,” he cooed, vaguely aware of Kirishima behind him, “what the fuck is going on?”
You tried to bury yourself in your nest, trying to burrow away from the world, but a big hand caught you around the middle and pulled you back out. Eijirou manhandled you easily, his eyes wide with concern as he sat on the floor and placed you in his lap.
“You haven’t been eating,” he observed, looking at your tired eyes. “Or sleeping.”
Katsuki was beside himself with worry. He was immediately sitting in front of his boyfriend, caging you in between them as he began looking you over. “What the hell is goin’ on?”
You didn’t want to tell them. Your throat was sore from crying, and you felt stupid for being so upset. So, you did the only logical thing you could think of and buried your face in Kirishima’s broad chest, clinging to his shirt weakly.
“Omega, please,” the big redhead pleaded, leaning his head down to scent you. “Tell us.”
You shook your head.
“We know Somethin’ is wrong, so spit it out!” Katsuki barked.
His voice was harsh, but you felt a warm, gentle hand on your back that could only be his. The familiar touch made you sigh, and after a shuddery breath, the dam finally broke.
“Th-there was an alpha,” you whimpered, voice muffled by Kirishima.
“What the fuck did they do?” Katsuki growled, his voice deep and savage. It sent a chill down your spine and you whined, clinging to Eijirou for dear life.
“Cut it out,” Kirishima snapped, snorting at his boyfriend angrily. “You’re making it worse.”
“I just wanna know what happened!” He grumbled, his hand pressing into your back.
You hiccuped as a little sob wracked your body. “A-an alpha I rejected, h-he told me…he told me that I wasn’t good enough for you.”
The low rumble in Kirishima’s chest was like nothing you had ever felt before. It was threatening and powerful, putting Bakugou’s growl a moment ago to shame. His arms tightened around you, the scent gland on his neck slipping over your hair as he tried to cover up your unhappy omega stink.
“I’m gonna fucking kill him.” Kirishima snarled, uncharacteristically angry.
“Hey.” Bakugou slipped a hand around your waist, prying you away from the other alpha slightly. “Look at me.”
You faced him with teary eyes, and when you tried to shy away, he took your chin in his fingers.
“We fuckin’ love you. Okay? I don’t say it much. Maybe I should say it more. But it’s true, ‘n no stupid, two-bit, shitty-ass alpha knows anything about the three of us.”
He leaned forward, pushing you back up against Kirishima with his head resting on your shoulder. You finally sighed, surrounded by the scents of your alphas, allowing yourself to relax as the dam broke and your crying started all over again. This time, though, it was freeing, and as your alphas rocked back and forth with you, you felt the dread and the anxiety slowly leaving your stomach.
“Better?” Eijirou asked after a while.
“A little.” you said, voice muffled by his tear-stained shirt.
“Good.” Katsuki said gruffly, pulling you up to stand. “Let’s go get some food in you. Point that shitbag out if you see him...I wanna have a few words.”
So excuse language, I am le drunk. But! I want big rig to come pick me up and deal with my stupid ass. Like picture him walking in to the bar where you are at. His tall ass scanning the crowd for you. *he spots tiny beAn person* and then BOOM protective!jams. Bonus points if he beats someone up to protect his girl.
Also also, soft rig at home brushing hair and taking off makeup.
A/n: I’m le tipsy now that I finally wrote this. But here it is! Hope you love it and it brings you some comfort.
Warnings: bar/club, alcohol, reader and friends are drunk, creep at the bar, unwanted flirting, the usual protective bf fic/blurb/whatever this is, tell me if I missed something
Title from: carry me home by the ready set (nothing to do with the blurb/fic/thing)
Carry me home
“I want a pony,” you whine to your friends, completely drunk off your ass.
Jenny, the most sober one, who was still borderline tipsy, just gave you a “what do you think you’re doing” look. “A pony?”
You almost burst into tears. “I want a pony so I can just sit on him and he can take me places. Too much walking.”
“Can’t you get your tree of a boyfriend to carry your everywhere?” One of your other friends, Lisa, asked. She was also drunk.
“I like to climb treeeeeees!” You all but screeched.
“Someone grab her phone and call Jamie before she does something stupid,” Jenny said in vain.
No one was sober enough aside from her.
“Ugh fine. I’ll do it myself,” she complained before confiscating your phone. Again. Then she dialed Jamie’s number. “Hey Jamie. Your lightweight of a girlfriend overdid it again and needs you to pick her up. In fact, I’m calling everyone’s rides to get them. I’m cutting them all off.”
Jamie sighed but had a smile. He knew you needed a night out with your friends. Apparently, he underestimated how long it’s been since your last bender. Your tolerance went way down.
“I’ll be there shortly,” he said while grabbing his keys and anything else he’d need. Jacket. No water because he didn’t think you’d be able to keep it steady in a moving vehicle in your inebriated state.
A little later, he walked to the bar to the sight of Jenny attempting to wrangle all of your friends, including you.
“Need some help?” Jamie asked Jenny as he approached her. “I don’t see y/n.”
“She was right here!” Jenny nearly screamed, frustration evident. “I was trying to stop Lisa from drunk calling her ex. And then Cait was about to flag down a waiter so I had to stop her. And I am so sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Jamie told her honestly. “You’re the most responsible and clearly have your hands full.”
“It’s like trying to wrangle toddlers, except with alcohol,” she sighed out.
Jamie shook his head and proceeded to look over the crowd to find you, the bean he called his girlfriend.
Once he spotted you dancing with some other girls, whom he assumed you befriended that night, he started weaving his way through the crowd.
By the time he got to you, your demeanor changed drastically. You were now visibly uncomfortable, trying to shake this creep who decided to talk to you and dance with you.
“Hey babe, ready to go,” Jamie said as he walked up to you and placed an arm around you.
You visibly relaxed into his side. “Time to go home?” You asked, clearly ready to leave with your boyfriend and not the creep trying to hit on you.
Instead of putting up a fight, the creep took one look at Jamie and muttered and apology before hightailing it off the dance floor.
Yeah, you were grateful to have such a great boyfriend.
Later, at home, you were close to falling asleep as you made your way through the door with Jamie.
“Let’s get you to the room so we can get you into comfier clothes,” he said as he guided you to your shared room and bed. “Sit right here for me. I’ll get a makeup wipe and a hairbrush.”
You smiled and hummed, closing your eyes on instinct. You were so sleepy and ready to just sleep for three days.
Jamie couldn’t help but smile at the sight before him. “Do you want to take your makeup off or do you want me to?”
You fluttered your eyes open, blinking and willing the sleepiness to go away long enough to get your makeup off. “I’ll do it. Eyes sensitive. Lots of liner and lashes.” You did your best to speak your thoughts in your state.
As you gently took it off, Jamie slipped behind you to brush the tangles out of your hair so you could sleep easier and wake up without a bird’s nest on your head.
You didn’t know what you would do without such a kind and caring soul as your person.
Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Four
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"So, explain to us one more time what happened," Harlow asked as she flicked through the rail of wedding dresses. Jess, Heidi and I were sitting on one of the sofas in the room with a glass of champagne clutched in our grasps. Harlow's mam, Laura was settled on the adjacent sofa with her grandma, Doreen and her nan, Anne as well as her Aunt Sofia.
"Harls, your family don't wanna hear about my tragedy of a love life like!" I groaned.
"Oh, shut up! They're nosier than I am," she scoffed.
"Charming," her Nan laughed. "You're alreet, pet. Besides, I don't think we've had an update off yer since ya left Shields." My cheeks flushed red in embarrassment. I quickly down the contents of the champagne flute and groaned. "Ya've been seeing that footballer, ain't yer? S'what I saw in the newspaper anyway."
"Nan!" Harlow scolded, shooting her a warning glare over her shoulder.
"It's fine," I blushed. "Yeah, I was. He called it off last month."
"Aww, I'm sorry, pet," Anne frowned sympathetically. "It was lush to see yer moving on after everything."
"Aye, well..." I mumbled. "It was my own fault. Apparently, I'm still in love with Sam."
"Yer are," Harlow snorted.
"He broke up with yer 'cause he was jealous?" Laura questioned, sipping on her own drink.
"No," I shook my head. "Well... he broke up with me but he wasn't jealous. He was actually lovely about it all. Said he just wanted me to be happy."
"Bless him," Doreen cooed.
"Well, I, for one, am hoping you and Sam get back together," Heidi shrugged nonchalantly. "He's like a bloody puppy for yer."
"Ya'll be waiting a long time, poppet," I muttered.
"Yous both need to wise up," Jess grumbled. "You're only making yourselves more miserable in the long run."
"Can we just talk about sommat else? Please," I pleaded.
"Fine," Harlow huffed, pulling a dress from the rack. "Woah. What do we think?"
I gasped as she held the dress up, stunned by its beauty. "That's lush, Harls," I smiled. "Gan try it on!"
"I'll be reet back," she beamed, stalking off to the changing room.
"She's gan be the most stunning bride ever," Jess cooed.
"Oh, definitely," Sofia agreed.
"I'm already preparing myself for the tears," Laura sniffed, blinking her eyes rapidly to delay the salt streams that were threatening to fall. "God, I can't believe my baby girl's getting married! It only seems like yesterday that she lost her first tooth."
"It's been a long time coming for those two," I pointed out with a fond smile.
"It has," she chuckled. "I still remember the day she brought him home. I was shocked, to say the least!"
"Yer and me both," I laughed. "I found oot from Sam's ex-girlfriend!"
"Oh, god," she cringed. "I'm just glad she's found someone like Dean. I dunna what I'd have done if he was a nob."
"He'd have some sense battered into him, that's for sure," Jess commented, ripping laughs from the older women.
"He's not gan know what hit him when she walks down that aisle," I smiled fondly.
"She could wear a bin bag and he would still bawl his eyes oot," Heidi joked.
"I hope I won't be wearing a binbag on my wedding day like," Harlow teased as she pulled the curtain across.
I felt the air leave my lungs as my eyes fell on her. She looked absolutely ethereal and I just knew that was the one. "Woah," I gasped as Laura began sobbing.
"Is it really that bad, mam?" Harlow frowned, staring down at herself. "I quite liked it."
"No, no, it's beautiful, love," Laura cried. "Yer look absolutely beautiful."
"Oh, thank fuck 'cause I think it's the one," she sighed in relief, unbothered by the fact her family were sitting in front of her. Typical Harls.
"Yer look stunning, Harls," I smiled, tears beginning to pool in my eyes.
"Give us a twirl," Jess commanded. Harlow grinned and spun around, the dress billowing around her like she was in some sort of Disney movie. "Wow."
"Well..." Heidi trailed. "Are yer saying yes to the dress?"
"Yes," Harlow beamed, earning a chorus of squeals from her three friends.
"Have yer seen Sam?" Heidi asked as Jess and Harlow returned with our drinks. After a successful day of dress shopping, the four of us decided to go back to the Low Lights for a few drinks. "Y'kna, since you and Finley broke up."
"Er, nah," I mumbled. "We've both been really busy, I've not spoken to him either. Especially not after he dropped that song without giving me any warning."
"Yeah, that was a dickhead move," Harlow agreed.
"Why?" I pondered.
Her eyes flickered to the side of my head nervously. "Because he's here," she told me.
My stomach flipped but I couldn't deduce whether it was in anticipation or dread.
"Fancy seeing yous here," he grinned, ruffling Heidi's hair as stole the free seat at the table. Right next to me. "I didn't know yous were coming oot tonight."
"We weren't," Jess shrugged. "It was a bit spontaneous."
"I'm surprised you're oot, Scarl," he commented as he turned his attention to me. There was a slight slur in his words that made my stomach turn anxiously. I knew how loose-tongued he could be when he was drunk. "Thought that boyfriend of yours would have yer locked up back in London."
I bristled at his comment, a mixture of shock that no one had told him we had broken up and rage at his accusations. How dare he?
"Could yer blame him after the shit you pulled?" Harlow hissed. I shot her a look of doubt, tense at her attempts to rile the older man up. I was unsure of her motives. Finley and I had broken up, so, why hadn't she just said as much?
"He's no good for yer, Scarl," he slurred, completely ignoring Harlow's comment.
"And how would you know?" I spat, my blood boiling at his words. I wasn't ready to play along with Harlow's illusions but his comment made my blood boil with anger. Yes, we had split up but if anything it was the opposite. I was the one who was no good for Finley, not the other way around. He deserved a lass who would love him the way I couldn't.
"Cause I know yer," he shrugged noncommittally.
"Oh, really?" I scoffed as I finished the drink in front of me and slammed it down on the table in front of me. "Well, he fuckin' treats me better than you ever did."
His blank expression contorted into one of pain then guilt as he realised the effect he had on me but he couldn't stop the words from pouring out. Nothing had changed. "Scarl," he called gently, his tone filled with guilt as he reached out for me.
"Don't fuckin' touch me and don't call me that!" I hissed, scrapping my chair backwards to stand up and turning my attention to Harlow, my expression quickly softening. "I'm gan home. I'm sorry to ruin your night, Harls."
"Don't be daft, pet," she told me gently although her eyes burned with anger as they lingered on Sam. "Text me when yer get back, reet?"
"Aye," I agreed with a soft smile, waving goodbye to the girls and completely ignoring Sam's pleas as I swiftly exited the pub.
Why couldn't things be easy? I thought to myself as the tears started free falling down my cheeks.
Ending It All Part 1 (C.E)
Chris Evans Fan fiction (Fan fiction Masterlist)
Summary: Chris wants to end your marriage and you decide to go along with it. You have to be civil for the sake of the kids but you are hurt. This process is too much for the both of you and eventually, it all ends.
Warnings: Angst all the way.
You had seen it coming from a mile. People say that a woman’s sixth sense is her greatest power. You always took pride in it but in this case, it was a curse. Chris and you have known each other for the past seven years and from those years, you were married for five. He was the love of your life. You thought it was forever but apparently you were wrong. You were wrong about so many things.
From the past six months, Chris has been home for a couple of days at most and then he was traveling. Traveling for work, for friends and whatnot. And for the days that he was here, he didn’t look at you like you were his wife, his soulmate. He looked at you like you were a stranger. Spending time with the kids was all he ever did and then came up with measly explanations to go off to bed early. There was no space left for you in his life. You thought that it was just a rough patch but that was not the case.
“(Y/N), we need to talk.” The determined look in his icy blue eyes said it all.
Taking a deep breath, you shakily replied, “Let me just put the kids to sleep.” Your energetic kids had tired out you for the whole day because you were off from work today. Chris had just come back from shooting and he didn’t give you a kiss like he usually did. In fact, he hadn’t kissed you like he meant it for several years now.
“I will be in the kitchen. You want wine?” He was walking away before you could even reply.
“Yeah, sure.” You mumbled out and you didn’t even know that he listened.
“Mommy, we are going to spend the whole day with you and daddy tomorrow?” Mia and Jace have started to pick up on the fact that there was something going on between their parents. You wanted to keep all of this away from your four and two year old but it seems that you might have failed. You were failing at a lot of things right now.
“Yes, we will. Now, go to sleep.” It took you about half an hour to be put them to sleep and during that time, you were a wreck. There were a thousand possibilities running through your mind.
Coming back downstairs, Chris handed you the glass of wine, your favorite as always. He knew every little detail about you. “(Y/N), I don’t know how to say this but-”
“Before you finish that sentence, I just need to tell you that I promised the kids a day out tomorrow. Don’t ruin it.”
“I- I can’t say that.” Fiddling with his almost empty glass, he couldn’t bring it in himself to look at you. He was going to ruin this promise as well just like he was going to ruin everything.
“Just, go on.” You refilled the wine glass as you knew you needed the alcoholic haze to get through this conversation.
“I can’t do this anymore. This is just not what I want in my life anymore.” Your breath hitched and your heart broke into tiny little pieces.
Exact words were what you needed to hear right now. No vague statements. “What do you mean? What can’t you do?”
“This. This relationship. I think I am done. I am truly sorry, (Y/N).”
“Is- Is there someone else?” It was as if a ball was lodged in your throat and you couldn’t bring yourself to talk coherently. Fluently.
Chris looked at you, horrified. How could you even say that? He would never in a million years even think about cheating on you. Dignity was an important trait for Chris and if he ever cheated, he wouldn’t be able to look at himself. It hurt him that you would even consider this as a reason but he couldn’t blame you.
“No! This is not the reason. Not at all.” A defensive attitude was immediately taken up by your husband.
“Then is it me? Am I not enough for you?” Hot tears rolled down your cheeks but you didn’t have the energy to wipe them out.
“It is not you, darling. I just don’t think this is what I want with my life anymore. I want to solely focus on my career.”
“You are choosing your career over your family.” As the realization started to hit you, you couldn’t control the anger that took over you. “Over your family, Chris?”
“(Y/N) I am just done. I want an out and can we please try to be civil about this?” He pleaded.
“You want me to be civil about this? Fine.” You took a calming breath and closed your eyes for a second. “Just explain it to me. Maybe we can work something out.”
“I can’t- I don’t know how to explain it. Seven months ago I just woke up and I didn’t want to do this anymore. I want to start over.” A shocking chill passed through your body and you realized that it was hurt. You were betrayed.
“So you don’t want to do anything with me or the kids as well?”
“No. I want to be a part of their lives and-”
You looked him in the eyes and spoke in a broken voice, “It’s just me that you want out of your life.”
“Darling, no-” Chris tried to reach out for your hand but you placed them on your hands. He had lost the right to touch you from the moment he said that he didn’t want you. You were just a problem for him that needed to be solved.
There were years when he needed you every step of the way. Chris met you at a party that Scarlett threw. You were her best friend so you were invited to her New Year’s party. The moment he saw you, he was head over heels. He followed you around for two months to get you to go on a date with him. You used to tease him afterwards that he was a love sick puppy. But he was your love sick puppy.
That was not the case now and you didn’t know what you will do if he wasn’t in your life anymore. Your world revolved around your family but now it was all falling apart. You were falling apart.
“We can file for divorce tomorrow. Do you want to stay here tonight?” Wiping your tears, you got up from the stool and put the glasses in the sink.
“Uhh okay, okay. I can stay with Scott tonight.”
This was not what he expected. He expected you to cry, fight, scream. He thought there would be more discussion on this topic. Seven years were going to waste and you were treating this as a simple business transaction. Truth be told, you didn’t want him to see you fall apart. Chris had lost that right. If he didn’t want a life with you, then you were not going to beg him to stay. You were going to fulfill his wish and set him free.
“We have to take the kids out tomorrow. I was thinking the park.”
“What?” He was too distracted by everything to even realize what you were talking about.
“We will talk to them about the divorce tomorrow.”
“Isn’t this going a little too fast?”
“We should get this all over with as soon as possible. Goodbye, Chris.” Silently pecking him on his cheek, you went to your shared bedroom.
The moment your head touched the pillow, you were surrounded by his scent. The dam burst and you couldn’t stop the tears from running down your face and getting soaked up by the cushions. What were you going to do with your life now? You had to come up with a plan to manage the kids together with Chris. You had to think about getting a job that would accommodate your kids in to it now that you were going to be a single parent. You didn’t get a wink of sleep last night and you cried a lot.
On the other hand, Chris was not doing any better. Scott gave him the spare guest room to sleep in. He didn’t know what was going on between his brother and you but he knew it was serious. Chris couldn’t sleep last night either because he was not used to. This was the first time in seven years that you both were in the same city and you were not sleeping together. You wouldn’t be sleeping with him from now on. He has to get used to that idea. The idea of you not being there every step of the way because this was his own doing. He was dreading tomorrow as he was the one who was destroying his family.
“Hi. I was just here to pick you all up.” Guilt washed over him when he noticed your red puffy eyes and eye bags.
“You didn’t have to. We could have come there by ourselves.”
“We always go to the park together. It is our thing.”
“We can’t do all of these things now. Everything is going to change.”
“Right.” You moved towards the kitchen and he followed you like a lost puppy.
“Daddy!” Both kids ran up to him and clinged to his legs like two little monkeys.
“Hey babies.” He held on to them a little bit longer because he knew he was the one who was ruining their little lives.
“Where were you? Missed your pancakes. Mama doesn’t make good.” Mia hadn’t learned to make full sentences yet but Chris understood her perfectly.
“I was busy, baby. I- I-”
“Go get your shoes on. We are going to be late.” You saved him from the conversation because he looked like a deer caught in headlight. Chris couldn’t answer his daughter as this was how it was going to be. He wouldn’t be there for all of this. The important phases. Jace’s first soccer win, his first award, or Mia’s first school day, her first break up, her prom. He was going to miss most of them because you would be there with them while he will get them for weekends mostly.
“Let’s go.” Buckling his kids in, he sat in the driver’s seat. When he pulled out of the garage, his hand instinctively went for yours. It was out of pure instinct. You retracted your hand immediately and Chris just drew in a shaky breath, He was not allowed to touch you now.
“I am taking them to the swings. Do you want to come with?”
“No, I am just going to my usual spot to read my book.” There was a maple tree that had been your spot for the past five years. It was where you rested and caught up with your reading.
The next hour was spent with Chris going on to every swing with his kids. He didn’t want to miss anything. Plus, he didn’t know how he could sit with you under the tree that held so many memories. You told him that you will marry him under this tree and that you were pregnant with Jace. It was all too much. You couldn’t focus on your reading when this might be the last time you get to see him with your kids. The last time you were together as husband and wife. This might be the last time because Chris wanted you out of his life.
“Hey, kids. We have to talk to you.” You finally gathered up some courage when they all came to sit beside you. Chris couldn’t bring himself to start up this conversation so he was glad that you did.
“So you know how your friend Oliver’s parents don’t live together but they still love him very much.”
“Yeah.” Jace’s whole concentration was on his ice cream but he still nodded his head to indicate that he was listening. Mia was too young to comprehend it all so you mainly focused on your son.
“Well, Daddy and I are going to be doing the same thing. We love you both very much and we will always there be with you.”
“But Ollie’s daddy doesn’t live with him.” His blue eyes focused on the two of you when he made the statement.
“Yeah, buddy. I will be staying at an apartment really near by. You both can come whenever you want to.”
“You won’t be there to read us night stories or make our favorite brekky?” His question threw Chris off guard and he froze in his place.
“He will be there to do everything for you guys. Mia and you can go to daddy’s place and he can do all this.” You jumped in when you noticed that Chris didn’t know how to respond to all this. “Right, Chris?”
“Yes, that’s right. Nothing is going to change, buddy.” Wiping away his tears, your husband placed him on his lap with Mia.
“Promise?” Mia spoke up this time because she understood that her daddy wouldn’t live with her like he always did.
“Promise. Let’s go back to the house. You both look tired.”
You placed Mia on her bed while Chris did the same for Jace. They both were out the moment they were buckled in their car seats. Coming downstairs, you prepared coffee for Chris and yourself. He always liked his coffee black so that’s what you made for him. The cup was placed in front of him and he sighed because no one made coffee like you.
“Our lawyer said that he will have the papers delivered to us by tomorrow.”
“Okay, I saw this new apartment building when I was coming here this morning. I might rent it out. The penthouse has three rooms. One for the kids and one is the guest bedroom. You can stay there when you bring the kids over.” He looked at you with a defensive position.
“I won’t be staying at your apartment so please don’t take me into consideration.” You didn’t understand why he thought you would ever stay over at his place. You would never subject yourself to that kind of pain.
“But there can be special circumstances and my home will always be open for you, (Y/N). We can still be friends.” He was hoping against all hope that you would agree. He still wanted you in his life.
“I don’t think I can do that. Be friends. There is too much history. Let’s just keep it to the kids right now.” You picked on your nails because you didn’t want to cry like a little girl in front of him. “And I am going to change houses as well so do you want to sell this one?”
“Why do you have to move?” Chris was shocked to hear those words come out of your mouth.
“I can’t live in a house that was meant to be our family house. I just can’t.”
He understood where you were coming from but this house held too many memories. He couldn’t think of another family living here. Some couple living in your master bedroom, some kids running around in your children’s playground, some other family’s picture instead of yours. It was just too much to think about.
“Let’s just keep the house. When the kids grow up, they can have it.”
“Okay. I am tired right now so I am going to bed. I will sign the papers tomorrow and send them over to Scott’s.” You placed the empty mug on the counter and stood in a straight posture. “You want the kids this weekend?”
“Yes, I would like that. Do you want to maybe come with us?” He didn’t know why he was not ready to let you go yet. This was all his doing but he just couldn’t accept it right now.
“Umm no. I think we should settle the kids into this new routine.”
“I guess you are right.”
“Goodbye, Chris. I love you and I will always love you.” You regretted the words that came out of your mouth the instant you said them. You were so stupid but you just couldn’t help yourself. This was probably the last time you ever got to say it.
“I- I love you too, (Y/N). I will always be there for you. Goodbye, darling.” The lump in his throat seemed to grow bigger by the second but he had to say this. Lightly pecking you on the lips, he knew this was the last time he ever got to do this. He left afterwards and you couldn’t help but tear up. The same thing happened with Chris. This was it. Your marriage was over but your love would always be there.
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MINORS DNI - sexual explicit content - 18+ content
+ really wanted to publish something for his bday <3 I love Kazu a whole lot, he deserves the universe ugh- this is smutty with fluff and a tad of angst <3
+ soft kazu, slight angst at the beginning, “princess”, “baby”, “angel”, blowjob
+ stay safe and drink water! I love you <3
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Lazily laying on his bed, the dim lights emanating from the street lights reflect through the large windows. Sounds of passing cars - driving hastily to places far beyond Kazutora’s reach, buzzing through his ears. Sandy-colored orbs gazing at the ceiling in doubt with à mixture of fear of yet another year passing him by. He’d be 28 this year, gaze drifting to the clock by his bed flashing in a neon color: 11:58. The sound of rain slowly eases his mind to rest. Truth be told, he never cared about his birthday, dark thoughts rummaging in his head at how he always spent it by himself in juvie, years after years. For him, it was like any other day, it wasn’t like his existence required to be celebrated. Somehow, even the sky seemed to cry, as the clock struck 12, thunder roaring outside, à flash bursting through his dark room.
A long-drawn-out sigh escapes his parted lips, one hand thrown over his head as he ponders his past, nightmares, and shadows of it creeping through his vacant room. Letting his hand fall by his side, he stares at the ceiling with lazy eyes, before a knock at his door stir him out of his spiraling misery. “Huh,” His voice is soft, filled with a pinch of confusion. His eyebrows perk up before making his way to the entrance. With one hand on the handle, he slowly opens the door revealing who could possibly be outside at such a late hour.
Before he even has the smallest chance to react, that said person jumps into his embrace, his eyes widening tenfold. It’s you, it’s really you. Your umbrella clumsily laying on the floor, where a neatly placed bag filled with ribbon is standing by it.
“Happy birthday Kazu!” You coo, your embrace only tightening as his scent overflow every pore of your being. Shock is apparent on his face, taking à good 5 seconds to process this, as he shakily wraps his arms around you. It’s embarrassing really, but he feels like breaking down; crying because he knows you’ve remembered. Even though to him, his birthday is just any other day, to you it’s something important. It hits him like à tidal wave, washing away his previous thoughts and worries leaving only pure bliss.
“Y-Y/N” He stutters, mind in a daze as you press feather-like kisses down his neck. “You remembered..” His voice is soft, like glass, shaking slightly as if to hide the fact that he was crumbling right under your touch. Pulling away just slightly to get a better look at his face, one of your hands slowly caress his cheek as you tiptoe capturing his lips in a chaste kiss.
“Of course, it’s an important day after all” A single tear fall from his eyes, cascading to his mole and down his cheek. He looks at you with such love you could melt right there. Slowly, you wipe it away, as he leans down to press his lips against yours once again. The kiss is passionate, time seems to stand still, Kazutora trembling like a leaf under your spell. Tongues twirl together as you wrap your arms around his neck, itching one leg to wrap it around his waist. He feels himself unravel already, cock straining against the loose material of his grey sweatpants, twitching from your mere kisses. Gasping for air, he makes quick work of bringing your belonging insides before peeking at the gift, you snicker grabbing his hand “This one’s for later, I got a special one for now”
Guiding him to the leather couch in the corner of his living room, you’re quick to nestle between his legs, looking up at him with doe eyes. A bead of sweat rolls down his forehead, gulping down excessive saliva, gaze flickering between your lips and your twinkling gaze.
“Is this okay Kazu?” You whisper, one hand softly caressing his inner thigh, head cocked to the side. His sandy orbs zeros on your lips, the way his name falls oh so gently from your mouth. “Y-Yea please-” He begs slightly, mindless please slipping from his lips. His cheeks are flushed with embarrassment, desperately chasing the feeling of your mouth enveloping his cock. His long locks are tied up in a bun, two caramel-colored strands framing his features, god; you swore he was prettier than any work of art you had ever laid eyes upon.
Humming, you make quick work of his pants and underwear, his dick slapping against his stomach as he bites his lips, the cold air of his apartment sending shivers through his spine. He’s been ridiculously hard ever since you jumped into his arms, your scent engulfing him whole. Cock leaking, the tip is engorged and flushed red. One prominent vein runs under it, a delicate finger coming to trace it, as he curses under his breath. He’s so sensitive, feeling all his pent-up emotions and needs curse through him.
“I love you so much baby a-ah-” He's cut off when your parted lips press a messy kiss to the head of his cock, the sweetest smile covering your face, conveying more than any words ever could. Inch by Inch, you ease hi length into your mouth, pulling whimpers and pleads from the man above you. He hisses at the warmth your mouth provides around his dick, one hand tangling itself in your locks.
“So desperate for my cock yeah? F-Fuck- taking me so well-” He knows the answer to his question full well, as your tongue eagerly laps at his length, hands slowly caressing his thighs. You had craved him, craving the feel of his cock kissing your throat and painting it white all day. A shudder runs through him at your neediness, gaze flickering to your mouth accommodating his cock so well. The rain still tumbles echoing through his small studio, mixing so deliciously with the squelching sound of your mouth wrapped around his cock.
“So good to me princess-” Kazutora lets his head fall back against the couch, chest heaving as his hips stutter, release coming incredibly fast. Biting hard enough to draw blood, he feels the coil in his stomach unravel, a gasp of your name cutting through the rain.
“Fuck angel am’ gonna cum-” He warns, though a bit too late as his cock twitch inside your mouth, nails digging into the leather of his couch leaving small crescent moons, proofs of the bliss pulsating through his veins. Brushing à strand of your hair away from your face, his gaze imprints the sights in his mind as he desperately ruts into your warm mouth, chasing his orgasm like a starved man. It’s not too long before thick ropes of cum coat your tongue and throat as you eagerly swallow. A series of rather loud moans fall from his parted lips, eyes shut tight, orgasm washing over him. Eyes rolling in the back of his skull, one hand over his forehead, strands of hair sticking to his forehead, his gaze is glued to you. You pull away with a satisfying ‘pop’, looking at the man above you with heart eyes; Parted lips, flushed face, you make your way unto his laps straddling him, as he eagerly wraps his arms around you, bringing you into the warmest embrace. Nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck, he inhales your scent; you smell like home.
Slowly you untie his locks, watching every strand cascade down his shoulder, your heart almost leaping out of your chest at the sight. Excitement rushes through your veins as you hand him the small gift; a giddy smile covering your features. Diligently, he unwraps it, fingers working slowly as if afraid to break its content. As it slowly paints itself before his eyes, a silver key shines under the dim light of the living room's lamp. Blinking, his gaze flickers between your smile and the key, noticing a folded sheet of paper underneath. Picking it up, he reads its content :
The message reads in small cursive letters: “for our new home.”
At this moment, the rain slowly comes to a halt and Kazutora swore he was the happiest man in all the universe.
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Go Away | Lee Haechan
Part of Tqmies 1K Event!
Room mate au! 41. “I… I think I’m happy.” “You think? So you’re not one hundred percent certain?” 53. "Hey, you haven't come out of your room in like two days...I'm not worried or anything but the dishes are piling up and I need you to be alive so you can take care of them, so...", wc: 1.1k
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6 days, it had been that long since you had broken up with your boyfriend of over two years. And of course, the first few days were okay, which was different from what you expected. You truly thought you'd be downing tubs of ice cream in front of the TV watching sad romance flicks. Like they do in all the cliche movies.
However, your little breakdown didn't come until a few days later. Everything needed time to settle in, and once it did? Oh boy.
Your friends had managed to keep you occupied for the first few days, but you weren't exactly a joy to be around. Not even as they dragged you to the club to remind you how great being single could be. You just couldn't find it in you to enjoy your time out.
Either way, you had returned home to Lee Haechan, your menace of a roommate. And in fact, your current state could all directly be pointed back to him.
It had been a normal Thursday, you returning home to him on the couch, playing one of his stupid games on your shared console.
You were sniffling a bit, frustrated at another cancelled date with your boyfriend. He had been getting far too busy to spend time with the likes of you, and you could feel him slipping away.
You tried not to think about it too much, choosing to hold your sanity. That was until Haechan took note of your form, and asked why you looked like your dog died, whatever that meant.
"He cancelled again, that asshole! I mean, I get that he's busy and all, but so am I! He could've let me know he had a meeting today, is my time not worth as much as his?" You let out, dropping your bag with a loud thud on the floor. "He never communicates with me! Is it that hard to send a text saying you're not going to make it? It must be, because I was waiting there for an hour and a half before he let me know!"
And you storm off to the kitchen, Haechan following diligently behind you. "Maybe he just got really caught up in work." He says meekly, a little afraid of your wrath at the moment, but also feeling bad for you.
You force open the fridge, ignoring Haechans small words. You look around it for a few seconds, brows furrowing as you whip your head back to him. "Where's all the damn alcohol!"
"What?" He says, taken aback as you move to check the bottom cabinets. You move things around, huffing when you can't find a single bottle.
"I know you're here somewhere!" You speak, apparently talking to the alcohol. You even allow yourself a tear to fall, though all you can feel is anger at the moment. Yeah, you've lost it.
"Wait, okay. Instead of drinking, why don't we just talk about it?" He suggests, attempting to divert your attention.
You're not having it though. "Talk? Did he take time to talk to me? No! So I don't think-"
"Woah, woah, slow down." Haechan interrupts. "It sounds like you're angry about more than just today, you seem really upset."
"Well it wasn't just today, he's been doing this so much. We haven't been on a proper date in months." You speak, crossing your arms. Scoffing, you place your hands on the counter. "But God forbid I miss a single phone call of his, and then he's all sulky the rest of the day, and they say I'm the dramatic one!"
"Well maybe it's time to call it quits then."
You blink, staring back at Haechan. "What?"
The thought had truly never crossed your mind, sure you were upset. But enough to break up with your boyfriend? Were things really that bad?
"It doesn't seem like you're benefiting from this relationship, that's all I'm saying." He speaks again, shrugging.
"Relationships aren't about benefiting!" You groan, throwing your hands up.
"I get that, but you don't even seem happy." He retorts, and he meant it. Every time you opened your mouth related to your boyfriend, it was a complaint or angry statement.
And you hated that he was a bit right. "I... I think I'm happy."
"You think? So you're not one hundred percent certain?" He asks, and you hate how hard you're thinking about it.
You were so unhappy.
That revelation led you to where you were at the moment. Bundled up in blankets as you mourned a relationship that you had ended.
And part of you stupidly blames Haechan, but you can barely justify why. All he did was open your eyes to how bad your relationship was.
Though you're still a bit annoyed that he planned the break up seed in your head, and that you had allowed it to bloom into a real course of action. It was definitely for the best, but it still hurt like hell.
So after refusing another forced day out, you were currently wallowing in self pity, watching the latest episode of your comfort show.
Truth be told, you hadn't lifted a finger all day, choosing to remain in bed. And you did that the next day as well, willing yourself to eat small meals Haechan left outside your door.
He didn't want to bother you too much, figuring you were taking this a bit harder than he thought. You seemed fine the other day, but he assumed the reality hit you.
But against all his restraint, he finally willed himself to knock on your door. He calls your name, to which he receives no answer. You're not in the mood for company, can't he just let you rot in your room?
The answer was no. "Hey, you haven't come out of your room in like two days...I'm not worried or anything but the dishes are piling up and I need you to be alive so you can take care of them, so..."
You admit, you giggle a little at his mention of your usual chore. But you barely will yourself to shout a little. "Do them yourself."
"I don't think so!" He complains, leaning against your closed door. "Last time I did them you said to never let me again."
You laugh, for the first time in a few days. "That's because you spent the entire time playing with bubbles instead of washing anything."
"Bubbles are cool, you're weird for not playing with them!" He responds, smiling at the little chuckle that leaves your lips.
"Go away." You speak, half-heartedly. "Let me decay in peace."
"No," He says, rolling his eyes. "Can I come in?"
"I haven't bathed in two days."
"That can be arranged, I'll help you wash your hair after." He offers, and you're thankful for it.
"Okay," You speak, wiping the stray tears residing on your face. You will yourself to get out of bed, standing by your door. You can see the shadow of his feet under it, and you grin. "Thank you Haechan."
"Anytime." He says, and you feel your heart flutter a bit at that.
He'd always be here for you, and he'd make sure you knew that.
Third Second Time's a Charm
a 9-1-1 Lone Star Tarlos fanfic -- read on ao3
“So you’re asking me to be your best man?”
Carlos nodded, even though he knew Iris couldn’t see him over the phone. He would’ve explained more, but he was eager to get her answer so he could stop thinking about it, stop dwelling on the fact that his father would no longer be filling that particular role at the wedding.
Unfortunately, Iris once again answered his inquiry with another question.
“And you’re asking me to be your best man NOW, only days before your wedding?”
Carlos knew it wasn’t ideal, but having canceled their wedding immediately after his father’s funeral, they had very little time to put it all back together again, so everything was extremely last minute.
Though apparently that wasn’t what Iris was taking issue with.
“And you’re asking me to be your best man after replacing me as your best man with your dad only a week ago?”
Carlos gulped uncomfortably, feeling it again: that lump in his throat, that emptiness in his heart, that painful sense of loss. He was still finding it hard to accept that his father—his best man—would no longer be attending the wedding.
But Carlos knew that marrying TK now was the right thing to do.
Even if his dad wouldn’t be there.
Even if his mother would have to attend the ceremony alone.
Even if he was now forced to have this awkward conversation with his ex.
“Iris, I’m sorry that—“
“No, I totally get it,” she casually cut him off. “You felt guilty about calling him out about the Rangers, and asking him to be your best man was the obvious olive branch.”
Carlos started to interrupt, but Iris went on, “It totally made sense to me. After all, I know—possibly more than anyone—how fucked up your relationship with your dad is...or, I guess, was.”
Carlos felt his breath catch. It was the first time since the funeral that he’d heard his father referred to in the past tense, and the grief started to overwhelm him once again. It was one thing to think about his dad not attending the wedding, but it was quite another to fully accept that his father was truly gone, that he no longer existed on this planet. Carlos didn’t even bother to blink away the tears—after all, that’s why he’d opted to call instead of Facetime.
Not that Iris would have minded seeing him cry; she’d seen him do so often enough in the past.
On their own wedding night, in fact.
But that had been years ago.
Before Iris’s schizophrenia.
Before Carlos had fully embraced the man he was today.
A man who had finally gained his father’s acceptance, only to—
“And of course I’ll be your best man.”
Iris’s statement seemed to bring Carlos back to the present.
She continued, “Though I’m not going to give you the same acceptance speech I gave you last time, about what an honor it would be to serve as your best man, about how my standing up there with you will prove to everyone that you’re no longer ashamed of yourself OR your misbegotten past, about how proud I am that you finally love yourself enough to show the world who you truly are, marrying for love this time and not just because society or your family says it’s the thing to do.”
As Iris had gone on, Carlos couldn’t help but smile, both at the sentiments themselves and at their repetition. So when she finally reached the end, he couldn’t help but tease, “So...you ARE gonna give me that same acceptance speech.”
There was a momentary silence on the other end of the line before he heard Iris’s laughter ring out. “Yeah, I guess I am!”
But Carlos didn’t mind that she had just repeated the heart-felt words she’d said the first time when accepting the best man position—it only proved how much she really meant them.
And the fact that she was embracing this wedding—and his new life with TK—meant the world to him.
“So where’s it gonna be?” she asked.
Carlos frowned, surprised by the sudden topic change. “Where’s what gonna be?”
“The wedding, of course. I need to know where to show up in my fabulous ice blue tux.”
Carlos smiled. When they’d initially discussed her being his best man—after their annulment had officially gone through—she’d insisted that it felt wrong to wear black like the grooms. When Carlos had pointed out that they didn’t really have any other color scheme, Iris had announced she’d simply wear whatever color his mother would be wearing.
And now that his ma would be attending alone, he was relieved to know that at least she wouldn’t be alone in her color choice.
Carlos was curious, though, as to why Iris had already forgotten the venue.
“You should still have the address...unless you threw out the invitation.” Carlos suddenly wondered if others had done the same, if a reminder would now need to be sent out.
However, that wasn’t why Iris was asking.
“How did you manage to score that same place? I thought you canceled your wedding. Surely you weren’t able to get a spot again so quickly, especially when you were originally on a year-long waiting list.” She paused for a moment before suggesting, “Oh, did TK lie to you, saying he’d canceled while really holding onto the venue in the hopes that you’d change your mind?”
“No, nothing like that,” Carlos said, appalled at the suggestion. “TK actually put Owen in charge of canceling everything.”
Because TK himself had been too busy trying to hold me together, Carlos thought with a regretful sigh, feeling so guilty for what he’d put his fiancé through over these last few days.
Owen, too! The fire captain had really come through for him, preventing Carlos from making the biggest mistake of his life. It was clear that Carlos couldn’t ask for a better, more GENEROUS future suegro.
“Owen tried his best to cancel everything for us,” Carlos further explained, “but it was simply too late.”
“Oh, so that’s why the wedding’s back on,” Iris concluded. “Since everything was already paid for, you guys decided not to let all that money go to waste.”
In fact, Owen hadn’t told either of the boys about the lost deposits, not wanting to cause them further worry. He’d kept it all a secret, intending to simply swallow the non-refundable costs himself as an additional wedding present for his “two sons”. Carlos and TK had only found out when they’d called him to announce that they were going to get married after all, even though their original plans had already been canceled.
They’d been shocked, therefore, to find out that the entire wedding they’d initially planned was still possible.
Everything except for Carlos’s best man.
But now Iris would be there instead. Carlos was so glad that the two of them had reconnected, that they’d reforged their friendship after all these years, and Carlos had the wedding to thank for that.
“Whatever the reason,” Iris began, “I’m glad you still get your venue—it looks way fancier than ours was,” Iris stated matter-of-factly. “And hopefully third second time’s a charm.”
“Third second time?” Carlos repeated, chuckling. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Well, it’s your second time planning your wedding at this venue, the second time you’ve asked me to be your best man, and the second time you’re getting married. People say that third time’s a charm, so let’s hope third second time’s a charm, too.”
Even in his grief, Iris could still make Carlos smile, just like she always had. Which was why he knew that Iris was the perfect person to help get him through the big day.
And hopefully she was right; hopefully third second time was indeed a charm!
More chapters coming soon! If there's some aspect of the wedding (either with TK or Carlos) that you'd really like to see Iris be a part of, let me know.