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kamaluhkhan · 9 months

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all the love we had and lost

pairing: conrad fisher x fem!reader

summary: you come back to cousins beach after a few years away. conrad is not particularly happy that you're back - and you aren't particularly thrilled, either. too bad there's a history (chemistry?) neither of you can deny.

warnings: lots of plot + flashbacks. angst with fluff in betweem. slightly suggestive dialogue/situations but nothing more than the actual show, a guy being pushy about hooking up with reader but nothing happens, mention of injuries and blood throughout, hints of alcoholism, brief mention of dieting (reader is competitive swimmer and deals with certain pressures from that), reader gets her period, takes on too much responsibility and argues with her mother (aka eldest daughter syndrome)

tags: @stargirlsirius-recs, @ifilwtmfc, @qwertyb2577, @allnrsnz, @baconeggndcheez, @peanutbelley, @imogen-skye, @geekinthefuschiahair, @tvije,

a/n: thank you thank you thank you for so much love on my first conrad fic!! i'm so excited to share the rest of the series, so stay tuned :))

read part one here

the best friends of our childhoods are the loves of our lives, and they break our hearts in the worse ways. (fredrik backman)

now — summer, age 18

you throw in some extra sprinkles, along with a few more tablespoons of sugar. belly has a huge sweet tooth. it's the night before her birthday, and you're in the kitchen at the fisher's house baking her coconut confetti cupcakes.

born on june 21st — the summer solstice — belly conklin is the definition of a summer child. she's summer, personified: sunshine, sweet tea, sand, and smiles. having missed so many birthday celebrations, you’re determined to make this year special.

you go to the fridge to grab some eggs, and when you close the door, you're startled by the person standing behind it.

"what are you doing here?" you ask, holding a hand to your chest and setting the carton of eggs on the counter. the joy you felt making birthday cupcakes for belly fades away, replaced with a tingling in your chest. you and conrad hadn’t spoken more than three sentences to each other, or even been in the same room alone, since that morning on the beach. as the distance between the two of you grew, so did your frustration at him.

conrad raises his eyebrow at you. he reaches around you into the fridge and pulls out a beer.

"i should be asking you that."

"the oven at my house is broken and your mom said i could come over."

“i’ve heard that one before,” he mumbles as he leaves the kitchen. you almost can’t believe he brought it up, even if just in a passing, somewhat snarky remark. conrad probably thought you didn’t hear.

these past few weeks, conrad hasn't just been cold towards you — which was a relief as much as it was heart wrenching. he seems more closed off in general, more inclined to spend time with others who hadn't seen him grow up. in fact, you imagine he’s on his way to see nicole now. maybe with her, he can pretend everything is fine. but not with the people in this house, who knew him inside and out.

you would never admit it — if conrad wants to ignore you, you could ignore him just fine — but it was eating you up inside, and it took everything in you not to confront him, to comfort him about whatever he was going through. you’d have arguments when you were kids, but it was nothing a ring pop or tub of cherry jello couldn’t solve. this time is different; the wound is deeper, harder to heal.

you wanted the old conrad back: the sweet boy who cared for you and let you care for him in return.

then — summer, age 14

belly was turning 12, and you wanted to surprise her with homemade cupcakes for breakfast. only, the oven at your house was broken, which meant your intention of baking her birthday treats would have fallen through, if not for susannah’s ever-present generosity.

everyone else was out of the house — you even asked laurel and susannah to take belly shopping to not ruin the surprise. you were decorating the cupcakes when conrad walked in from the deck. his wet hair stuck to his forehead and he was wearing a rash guard, so he probably got back from surfing. he looked paler than usual, even after being in the sun for hours, but you didn’t think much of it at first.

“hey,” he greeted, sounding slightly out of breath. “what are you doing here?”

“the oven at my house is broken, so your mom said i can come over to bake these for belly’s birthday tomorrow.” you gestured at the clumsily decorated treats. the cupcakes had bright pink frosting and rainbow sprinkles. you weren’t a professional by any means, but knew that belly would love them.

“but i’m sure she wouldn’t miss one or two, if you wanna try one,” you offered, smiling at conrad.

he smiled back, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “yeah. yeah, let’s do that. i’m just gonna get changed first.”

conrad walked past you, and that’s when you noticed him limping — along with a bloody gash just below his left knee.

you instantly dropped the spatula back into the half-empty frosting bowl.

“connie, what the hell happened?”

“i’m fine,” he answered. “i wiped out, got cut by the fin of my board.” conrad must have noticed your eyes widened with worry because he grabbed your wrist gently, thumb rubbing soothingly on your pulse point. he was bleeding out on the kitchen floor, and there he was, trying to make sure you were okay.

“i’m fine,” he reassured.

the blood dripping down his leg suggested otherwise. years ago conrad would faint at the sight of blood, and though he’d mostly outgrown that, you knew it still made him queasy. you imagined the pain definitely wasn’t making it easier. without another word, you pulled him into the bathroom and made him sit on the edge of the bathtub. you washed your hands then sat cross-legged in front of him.

“you here to fix me up, sweetheart?” he smirked as he watched you gather supplies from the cabinet underneath the sink, your brows furrowed in concentration.

“what?” you paused, almost laughing. until you saw his wound again, and you got back to work.

“it’s from the hunger games,” he explained. “when katniss finds peeta in the arena? and he’s all, like, injured.”

“well, he was definitely in worse shape than you,” you assured. “your cut’s not that deep, it just looks bad.”

“it doesn’t feel great, either.”

conrad exhaled sharply when you started applying pressure to his leg with a damp washcloth. you placed your other hand on his right knee.

“it’ll be fine, connie. i’ve got you. keep your eyes on me, okay?”

he looked down at you, wet hair framing his face as he offered a short nod.

you gestured at him to take over, and your fingers brushed together when he grabbed the washcloth, but he never looked down. his eyes still followed you as you searched the bathroom for something to cover his wound.

a comfortable silence followed. the two of you used to spend hours talking, sure, but what you loved about spending time with conrad is that silence didn't bother him. you could each be in your own worlds while in the comfort of each other's company, and that was enough.

once the wound was cleaned and the bleeding slowed down, you placed a gauze pad over his cut before wrapping a cloth bandage around it.

“i’m pretty sure it’s ‘you here to finish me off, sweetheart?’,” you remembered.

conrad shook his head. “i’m pretty sure it’s not. i’ve read the book like, three times.”

you move to sit next to him on the edge of the tub.

“how sure are you, connie? because i’m pretty damn sure.”

conrad shrugged. “i’m pretty damn sure, too.”

you rolled your eyes, but with a smile. “okay, fine. we’ll check. but, when you see how wrong you are, you have to come with me to see jaws 2.” it was playing at the local movie theatre during their weekly throwback thursday — you and belly had seen it advertised on your way home from getting ice cream. you had wanted to ask conrad, but couldn’t find the right time.

because you hadn’t meant it to be a date, but you also hadn’t not meant it to be. something changed about how you felt towards conrad that summer; or, maybe, you just figured out what was different about the love you felt towards him compared to everyone else.

(yes, love. again, something you would never admit.)

you thought maybe — maybe he felt it too. there was something different in the way he teased you, laughed with you, looked at you when he thought you couldn’t notice.

you did notice. it happened so much that eventually you decided that either it was all in your head and he didn’t love you that way, or he was also scared of what would happen if he did. which, to be fair, was the position you were in. you were very scared of what would happen if you crossed that line.

“i’ll agree to that,” conrad said. “if you agree to having a picnic with me on the beach. if i have to face my fear of sharks, then you have to face your fear of angry seagulls stealing your food.”

a picnic on the beach. you wondered if this was conrad’s way of subtly asking you on a date. did he also want to cross that line, become something other than friends? he looked at you so eagerly, you hoped he did.

“fine.” you held out your hand. “but you have to protect me from angry seagulls.”

conrad smiled at you brightly as he grasped your hand.

“always.”

in the end, conrad lost the bet. the screening of jaws 2 was cancelled, so you rented it from the video store instead. you got his favourite movie snacks, and some of yours as well, and made sure the couch had the comfiest pillows and the warmest blanket. you felt butterflies just thinking about the two of you watching together, cuddling on the couch.

when the time came though, your plans fell through. the playdates your siblings had lined up both cancelled. your mother had plans to meet a friend at the bar, and claimed she couldn't reschedule. by then your parents were divorced and your father was elsewhere with his new girlfriend, so it fell to you to babysit your siblings.

conrad came over anyway: he helped you make rice and lentils for dinner, convinced your brother to eat his vegetables, and let your sister paint his nails. the four of you watched night at the museum and ate all the junk food you had gotten, with you and conrad sitting on opposite ends of the couch, but stealing glances and shy smiles at each other. when your mother came home, a bit after midnight and a little tipsy, she got angry that you’d kept the twins up so late and cheated on the diet she had so carefully planned for you — to keep you in shape for swimming, she claimed. you rolled your eyes, and that made her angrier. without you saying anything, conrad took the twins upstairs to get ready for bed as you and your mother argued. by the time conrad walked back downstairs, your mother had gone into the living room for another drink and you were in tears. he asked if you were okay, and you told him to go home.

you never talked about that night again, and everything went back to the way it was: with neither of you crossing that line.

now

the only reason you let belly drag you to nicole’s party is because it’s her birthday.

as soon as you enter the house, nicole and the other debutantes whisk belly away to a table filled with elaborate cakes. you can’t help but feel slightly embarrassed by how elegant they look in comparison to the cupcakes you made her.

"come on," taylor groans. "let's get a drink."

taylor grabs two beers and hands one to you. you gratefully accept. the two of you catch up for a bit, when suddenly jeremiah starts serenading belly in an outrageously funny musical number. you laugh along with them, until you catch a glimpse of conrad with nicole on the couch at the other end of the room. nicole is sitting in conrad's lap, and she leans over to whisper something in his ear before kissing his cheek. your entire body heats up.

conrad was right before: you were jealous. as frustrated as you were with him, you were even angrier at yourself for feeling that way.

"i’m gonna go find the bathroom!” taylor says, practically shouting over the music.

"okay!” you yell back. “i’m gonna go get another drink."

you know all too well that it isn’t a good habit to get into, but you need something stronger if you’re going to survive this party. you examine the drink table, finally picking out some mediocre tequila. you take a shot, then another.

“tequila. my kind of girl.” someone declares, creeping up behind you.

it’s a terrible pick up line, and you already have a feeling that the guy trying to flirt with you is some rich entitled asshole.

but, the guy — liam — can hold a decent conversation, and he’s cute enough.

he’s no conrad, though. you take another shot when that thought crosses your mind, and force yourself to flirt with leo. liam. right, liam.

liam leans in close, pretends to listen to you, lets his gaze linger on the deep v-neck of your shirt. you’re so close, you can smell the alcohol on his breath.

“five minutes,” you boast after he asks how long you can hold your breath underwater. somehow, the conversation veered towards your time as a competitive swimmer. you’re just the right amount of tipsy that your inhibitions start fading away.

“wow,” liam says. “i have to say, i’m glad you didn’t have that training camp this summer.”

you bat your eyelashes at him. “oh? why is that?” you lean closer, trailing a finger down his chest.

“because then i wouldn’t be able to do this.”

liam kisses you then, and you kiss back. he slides his tongue in your mouth, runs his hands over your body. you feel nothing. it’s fine.

“let's go upstairs.”

liam’s grabbing your wrist before you have a chance to answer. as he tries to tug you up the stairs, your eyes meet conrad’s from across the room.

suddenly, you feel nauseous. you rip away from liam’s grip and place a hand on the wall next to you to steady yourself.

liam turns around sharply. “what is it?”

“i changed my mind, actually. let’s just hang out downstairs.”

liam grabs your wrist again, his grip tighter than before. “don’t be a tease.”

this time, your voice comes out louder. “i just changed my mind. that doesn’t make me a tease.”

“don’t be a bitch, then,” he scoffs, and you’re this close to breaking this guy’s nose. “do you wanna fuck, or not?”

“i don’t,” you answer instantly, struggling to break free from his grip.

“okay, whatever. we don’t have to go all the way, but we can still go upstairs, and have a good time.”

he manages to drag you up two steps as you strain against his iron grip, now almost cutting off your circulation. your heartbeat quickens and you feel dizzy. finally, you grab onto the railing for leverage, forcing liam to stop in his tracks.

“what is it now?” he groans.

“just stop, liam.”

“listen,” he starts, speaking to you almost mockingly, like you’re a naive little girl. “i know what girls want, so you don’t have to be shy. we’re going upstairs right now and —”

“liam, is it?” the rest of the party is in full motion, but here’s belly, giving liam one of the most intense death stares you’ve ever seen. belly, who if you cut open, would bleed sugar. “i’m gonna have to ask you to let go of my friend.”

“whatever,” liam answers, rolling his eyes. “if you don’t mind, we’re kinda in the middle of something.” he tries to move you forward, but you stand your ground.

jeremiah is also glaring at liam from the bottom of the stairs, his golden retriever personality long gone. “back off, man,” he warns.

“just mind your own business,” liam snaps.

“they said leave her alone,” steven asserts, walking over once he sees what’s happening. “and you don’t wanna mess with us, trust me.” he clenches his hand into a fist as if proving a point.

in other situations, you and belly have definitely teased steven for his tendency to act all tough, but right now, you couldn’t be more grateful.

“who the fuck are you? her bodyguards?”

“just let her go,” belly orders.

“i think she can speak for herself. she wants this, but if you’re jealous, you can join, too.”

your stomach churns. liam leans in close to whisper in your ear. “maybe we’ll see if those 5 minutes come in handy when you’re sucking my —”

as soon as liam lets go of your wrist, his hand trailing downward, you shove him away and punch him in the nose before he can finish his sentence. you deliver a final blow to liam’s ego as he’s doubled over:

“what i want is for you to leave us the fuck alone. there are other people in this house who i’d rather hook up with. people who aren’t complete assholes with fancy cars to compensate for their tiny dick.”

the flirtatious smile falls from liam’s face, replaced with the kind of anger only rich entitled assholes have when they don’t get what they want — figures that he only gets the hint when it literally hits him right in the nose. he’s angry enough to deliver a punch right back to your face.

you hear a crack upon impact, and pain radiates from your nose. you fall down the stairs, but belly manages to catch you before you hit the ground. she holds you as jeremiah and steven step in front. you hear them shouting at liam over the music, but their exact words don’t register.

you lick your lips, tasting blood. your ears are ringing, and the room is suddenly all fuzzy.

“i’ve got her.” conrad’s calm and measured voice cuts through the chaos. you feel a strong, familiar arm wrap around your waist. “go find cam — the rest of us have been drinking, but he can drive her home.”

somehow, you find yourself in a bathroom, sitting on the counter as conrad stands between your legs. he carefully examines your injury, but you notice how he avoids making eye contact.

you feel your head spinning all over again. maybe it’s the alcohol, or the adrenaline, or the fact that the two of you haven’t been this close in a while — probably a dangerous mix of all three.

“you here to fix me up, sweetheart?” the question slips past your lips before you could stop it.

conrad looks slightly amused, and he finally meets your gaze. “that’s not the line,” he deadpans. you know (from trying not to but ultimately not being able to pull your attention away from him all night) that he’s had a few drinks as well; it seems like the two of you ignore each other best when you’re sober.

but, still, he remembers. his comment earlier and his smile right now is all the confirmation you need: somewhere in the back of his mind, he replays memories of you. no matter how cold he acts towards you, he still cares.

he continues wiping the blood off your face. “how’s your hand?” he asks.

you flex your fingers, inspect your hand. “it’s been better,” you answer, though your knuckles are slightly aching. “worth it.”

“i guess all those years away made you a badass.”

all those years away. the reminder feels like a stab to the heart, but you wouldn’t let it burst the comfortable bubble you and conrad had somehow stumbled into.

instead, you offer him a lopsided smile.

“oh, connie,” the nickname rolling off your tongue with ease. “i was always a badass.”

“yeah, yeah. but it’s different now. you’re different.” he pauses. you’re worried he’s going to say something else.

but he doesn’t. instead, he asks, jokingly: “did you join a fight club or something?”

you take that as a good sign: like you, he’s trying to preserve the playfulness between you before everything else seeps in and ruins it, before you’re brought back to the present, where you’re both heartbroken and not talking to each other.

“you know the first rule of fight club —”

“don’t talk about fight club,” you finish together.

conrad laughs, even though it’s not that funny. you laugh, too.

a silence falls over you, one that’s not unfamiliar, but not entirely comfortable either. conrad holds the cloth against your nose to make sure the bleeding stopped.

it seemed to be a strange pattern between you two — being there for each other when you bleed.

then — summer, age 12

it was the end of july when you got your first period.

you had made lunch for your siblings and walked them to their day camp, when you suddenly felt an ache in your abdomen. that ache turned into a sharp pain by the time you got home, and you ran to the bathroom to confirm what you’d suspected.

that afternoon, mr. conklin was taking all the kids to mini golf, but you weren’t feeling up for it. you texted belly about what happened and spent the rest of the day curled up in bed.

you didn’t hear him knock over the sound of the movie you were watching, but suddenly you saw conrad standing by your door, holding a bag from the candy shop.

“jesus, connie, you scared me!” you exclaimed, pausing the movie.

he smiled sheepishly and flopped down on the bed next to you. “belly told me you weren’t feeling well. here.” he handed you the bag.

you opened the bag, grateful that conrad picked out your favourite treats. you take one and bite into it. your stomach growled — you hadn’t eaten earlier because you felt nauseous, but now you could eat that entire bag in one go.

“how was mini golf?” you asked, popping another treat into your mouth.

“it was awesome! i finally managed to get past that giant hippo and get a hole-in-one. i got the highest score.”

you frown, wishing you had been there. if anything, to beat conrad’s score.

“don’t worry, we’ll go back another time,” conrad added. “you can beat me then.” sometimes, you swore conrad could read your mind. he then asked if you were feeling better.

“no. i got my period,” you huffed. “it sucks.”

“oh.” conrad adjusted his glasses, a sign that he felt awkward. “i’ve heard about those. they sound pretty brutal.”

“health class?”

“no. my mom, actually.”

health class wasn’t much help for you either, and neither was your mother. you were lucky enough to have susannah and laurel, who had explained everything to you and belly.

“anyway, what are you watching?”

“the hunger games,” you answer. “i just finished the book.”

“cool.”

conrad didn’t move — he actually leaned back against the pillows even more — so you figured he wanted to stay. you moved the laptop so it sat between the two of you and started playing the movie again.

“you know, it doesn’t seem fair that you miss out on having fun just because of your period,” conrad said as katniss finds peeta injured in the arena.

you frown, about to point out that he has no idea how painful cramps can be.

he lifted his hand up to stop you. “not that i can judge what you’re going through. i’m just saying when it’s this bad, instead of being alone, just text me, and i’ll be there.”

when the time came, he watched movies with you in bed. he brought you junk food and pain killers. he even biked to the store when you’d run out of pads.

he was there for you, just like he promised.

now

those moments from past summers now feel warm and sickly sweet, like popsicles melting in the sun — then again, that might just be the remnants of tequila flowing through your veins. you think about what happened earlier, how belly, jeremiah, and steven stepped in to protect you. how conrad is here with you now, taking care of you so tenderly even after you’ve ignored each for so long. it’s like nothing changed. but once you leave this bathroom and the alcohol leaves your system, it wouldn’t be the same. you feared you'd never get that magic back, and that weighed on your chest so much, you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

“why’d you go for liam, anyway?” conrad asks, breaking you away from your thoughts. he removes the cloth from your nose so you can answer, and the bleeding seems to have finally stopped.

“you really wanna know?”

“yeah. liam’s an asshole. and you’re…” conrad places his hands on either side of your thighs, leaning close. “you.”

“i went for liam because….well, honestly, i didn’t care who it was, as long as they made me forget you,” you admit, because what did you have to lose. you probably have a broken nose, you definitely have blood on your shirt, and your time with conrad is running out.

conrad’s eyes darken. his fingers start to play with the hem of your shorts.

“did it work?” his voice is a whisper, but he’s so close that it’s crystal clear.

“no.”

it’s hard to determine who leans in first, but soon enough your lips are on conrad’s. it's not the most elegant kiss — it's messy, urgent, with your noses bumping together, and teeth clacking against each other. he cradles your face in his hands, and you wrap your legs around his waist to bring him closer. you taste beer on his tongue, and maybe a hint of lime, but it’s overwhelmed by the salty, metallic taste of blood stained on your lips. you tangle your hands into his hair, and you swallow his moan as you gently tug. it’s clearer now: you’re not dizzy from the alcohol or adrenaline, but dizzy from him.

when you run out of air, feeling like your lungs could burst, you pull away. conrad’s gaze is heavy on yours as he traces your top lip with his thumb.

“connie,” you whimper, itching to kiss him again.

“you’re still bleeding.”

conrad wipes away your blood with the cuff of his flannel. before either of you can do or say anything more, there’s a knock on the door. jeremiah, letting you know that it’s time to go.

and, just like that, the moment is gone.

a few days later, belly invites you over for a girl’s night. you paint each other’s nails, eat sour candy, and watch rom coms, just like you used to. she updates you on debutante season, the argument she had with taylor, and her blossoming feelings for jeremiah. you let it slip that you and conrad kissed at nicole’s party, though you admit you aren’t sure what it means — as if you hadn’t spent hours and hours thinking about the kiss, about him. belly gives you a knowing smile, but you change the subject before she can comment any further.

you’re halfway through 10 things i hate about you when belly falls asleep. you grab your phone, deciding to finally reach out to conrad, when you get a text from him.

he’s already on the dock when you arrive, looking out onto the water.

“hey,” you greet as you stand next to him. “i was actually about to text you —”

“did you tell belly that we kissed?” he interrupts. you can’t quite read his expression as he waits for you to answer.

“no, i didn’t,” you lie. “but…would it matter if i did?”

“well, i mean, belly’s close to nicole and i don’t want her finding out," conrad explains. his words are deliberate, and you suspect he'd spent some time perfecting what to say to you. so far, you didn't like where this was going. conrad delivers another blow:

"it’s not like it meant anything.”

you feel like you could shatter into a million pieces right then and there.

“it didn’t?” you hate how fragile your voice sounds, compared to conrad’s stoic demeanor.

conrad shrugs. “i mean, we were both drunk and the thing with liam happened, so we just got caught up in the heat of the moment.”

“you’re saying there’s nothing between us, then? nothing other than friendship?”

he turned away before he answered. “no. nothing.”

“then what about last summer?” you demand. you force yourself to keep it together, your tone firmer than before. “i guess that didn’t mean anything, either.”

“y/n…” he pauses, and you know you caught him off guard. “i don’t know what you want me to say. we’re barely even friends anymore. you come back here, after all this time, after so much shit has happened, and expect us all to drop everything to fit you back into our lives. but, you don't. we moved on. i moved on, and i can’t deal with you —"

“got it,” you snap, already turning to walk away. “loud and fucking clear, conrad.”

it’s not like it meant anything. we’re barely even friends anymore.

you replay conrad’s words as you crawl into bed next to belly, holding back tears as to not disturb her sleep.

you decide then that you didn’t love conrad anymore. you couldn’t because it would eat you up inside.

then again, it doesn't seem like hating him would be any easier.

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preet-01 · 3 months

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This has been in my drafts for so long

Max Ricciardo had a very particular routine, one that he hated to stray from. It went a little like this:

In the morning, Daniel would wake him up with kisses. So many of them. And more often than not, those kisses would end with Daniel’s cock buried in Max. The best way to spend the morning in his opinion.

Then they’d eventually tear themselves away from one another long enough to make it to the bathroom. Where they’d shower together and nothing was better than feeling up his husband’s naked and wet body right after some mind blowing sex.

Daniel always made breakfast. It wasn’t that Max expected that of Daniel, but the last time Max had tried, he’d burnt the eggs and nearly set their apartment on fire. It was safer to let Daniel take care of the cooking, especially in the morning. So while Daniel cooked, Max sat at the breakfast bar making flirty comments in the hopes of turning Daniel red.

After breakfast, Daniel would kiss Max again. He’d then go down to their bakery that had been opened by Matilda two hours earlier. Daniel always had a way with charming the morning customers that Max never could. So until noon, Max washed the dishes, fed the cats, made a list of things they’d need for dinner, and played fifa.

Then at noon, Max would head down to the bakery with some sandwiches or last night’s leftovers. By that point, Daniel and Matilda would have been joined by Graham (who Daniel believed to be harboring not-so secret feelings for Matilda). Sometimes Max and Daniel would eat lunch together in the back with Max telling him about the cats and the new terror they were raising in the apartment. (He still wasn’t over the two days that Jimmy had gone missing or the time Sassy had chewed through all of Max’s shoes. They never messed with Daniel.) Other times the bakery would be too busy and they’d eat in turns.

Daniel would spend the next four hours at the bakery with Max and Graham since Matilda always had to leave at 1pm for her classes. Then Daniel left with the list Max had made. He always popped over to the gym first, working out with Scotty. After that it would be to the shops to get everything on the list and almost always, he stopped at the flower shop.

By the time the bakery closed, Daniel would be entering their apartment with groceries and flowers in hand. They cooked dinner together – Max was trusted to do the chopping and occasional stirring.

Dinner was never at the table, always on the sofa with the next episode of the show they were watching. The cats loved to cuddle up to Daniel after dinner which often left Max grumbling about not getting any cuddles until Daniel would wrap his arm around him and pull him close.

More times than not, Max found himself riding Daniel at the end of the night or underneath him or against the wall or bent over the nearest surface.

It was a good routine, a great routine that Max hated to stray from.

So it was a bit of a fucking surprise when he woke up in a hospital room with some stranger and his dad standing around, but no Daniel. He doesn’t recall any situation where he’d end up in the hospital rooms and it had been a good five years since he’d cut off contact with his dad.

“Daniel?” he croaks, trying to find any hint of his husband and fearing the worst when he doesn't.

“Daniel?” one of the men questions with furrowed brows. He has a British accent and a Red Bull logo shirt. “Max, what's the last thing you remember?” the man questions.

“Daniel and I were talking,” Max replies. They’d been talking about adoption that night. Max had brought it up as they laid in bed. He can’t remember what Daniel had said in response, but he had a feeling it had been good. Daniel was meant for fatherhood.

“Max, you were in the car at the Red Bull Ring. Daniel’s in Australia to celebrate his birthday with his family,” the man says.

Max has no idea what’s going on or what the Red Bull Ring is or how it was Daniel’s birthday because they’d celebrated it two months earlier with Max all tied up. But he just nods along, not liking the glaring look he was receiving from his father.

It only gets weirder from there.

He’s apparently not married to Daniel. He’s a driver for the Red Bull F1 team and a two time world champion. Daniel is also a driver, but he had a few hard seasons and had to take a step back to a reserve/test role at Red Bull. They’re not even dating.

Everything about the world he finds himself in is wrong. How could he not be with Daniel? Was this version of himself stupid? Why was he not Max Ricciardo already? It wasn't fun being Max Verstappen.

He wants to go back to being Max Ricciardo. He wants to wake up in Daniel’s arms with kisses and cuddles. He wants to be a bakery owner married to the man he loves.

Even worse, he thinks, is that Max Verstappen, the one that is supposed to be the two time world champion and not-husband of Daniel, is probably with his Daniel. He never expected to be jealous of himself for being with Daniel. But his stupider version was out there getting his husband’s kisses and loving, so he had the right to be jealous. That fucker was getting to enjoy everything about Max’s life while Max had to endure a Daniel-less existence as a driver of all things. That Max got to be married to Daniel, meanwhile Max hadn’t even seen this Daniel.

He finally sees Daniel a week after he woke up in the hospital. There’s some Red Bull charity event thing that Christian, the man that had asked him questions, brought him to. Daniel’s there. Not nearly as beautiful as the Daniel that Max was married to, but still stunning. Of course he would still be stunning, it is Daniel.

There’s something sadder about this Daniel that he doesn’t like. A sadness that Max had never seen in his Daniel’s eyes. It’s probably that this Daniel doesn’t have a Max loving him. Pity. He would have to change that… it isn’t cheating if he’s with this Daniel, right? It’s still Daniel technically.

#f1 #max/daniel #maxiel #daniel ricciardo #max verstappen #alternate universe switcharoo #a multiverse of max??

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bradshawsbaby · 10 months

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My Birthday Baby

Pairing: Rooster x Wife!Reader

Summary: You always do everything in your power to make sure that Bradley’s birthday is as perfect and special as he is, but it’s much harder to do this year when you’re seven months pregnant with his baby.

Word Count: 5.7k

Author’s Note: I can’t believe it’s been over four months since I’ve written a proper story for the Bradshaws! That feels criminal! Naturally, I couldn’t let Bradley’s birthday pass by without some type of celebration!

Warnings: Pregnancy, implied sex, subtle innuendos, a dash of angst, and a whole lot of signature Bradshaw fluff.

Barring perhaps Christmas, today was one of your absolute favorite days out of the entire year.

To most people, June 27th might not be any particular cause for celebration, but to you, it was one of the most important days on the calendar. If you could, you’d turn it into a national holiday so that everyone could commemorate it. Why, some might ask? Because it was the day your incredible husband had entered the world, and Bradley Nicholas Bradshaw deserved to be honored and celebrated more than anyone else you knew.

For as long as he had been in your life, you had done everything in your power to make sure that each and every one of Bradley’s birthdays was as special as he was, and that he could feel just how loved he was.

“My mom always made a big deal out of my birthdays,” he had told you early on in your relationship, shrugging it off and blushing slightly, like he was almost a little embarrassed about it. “She used to tell me that the day I was born was the best day of her and my dad’s lives, so we had to celebrate big. After she passed, I kind of just pretended like it was any other day. Didn’t feel right celebrating with her and my dad both gone.”

It was then that you realized he wasn’t embarrassed about the big birthday parties his mom had thrown him—he missed them. Even though the two of you had only been dating for a few months, you were coming to know him like the back of your hand and you could pick up on the subtle clues that revealed how he was feeling. The pink hue to his cheeks and ears, the way he shrugged it off like it was no big deal and kept averting his gaze, the tightness in his jaw as he swallowed a few times—he was trying to mask the emotion his admission had dredged up.

“Your birthday is a special day,” you’d told him softly, reaching out and placing your hand over his, your fingertips lightly dancing across his knuckles. “And I think your parents would want you to celebrate that. I know that I want to celebrate it.”

He had just kissed you in response, burying his face in your neck to hide the fact that his dark eyes were wet.

But a few weeks later, when his first birthday as your boyfriend rolled around, you surprised him with tickets to a Padres game and you were certain that you had never seen a bigger smile on anyone’s face. The way he beamed at you, his eyes brimming with the love he never failed to shower upon you, would be engraved on your heart for the rest of your days, you were sure of it.

After that, every time June 27th rolled around, you made sure to make it the big celebration that Carole would have wanted. From weekend trips, to surprise parties, to special gifts that brought your big, tough fighter pilot to tears, nothing was too elaborate or too good for your Bradley.

“Thank you, honey,” he had whispered in your ear on his last birthday, his arms wrapped tightly around you as you held each other close. “Thank you for always making this day better than I could have dreamed.”

And this year was going to be the best yet. It might look a little different than previous years, but you were more determined than ever to shower your husband with all the love and affection that he so deserved.

Rolling over onto your back gingerly, you placed both hands on the rounded mound of your belly and smiled sleepily. A cursory glance at your alarm clock had revealed that it was a few minutes after six, the sun just barely starting to break through the morning clouds outside your bedroom window. Rubbing the underside of your bump tenderly, you felt a small kick and your smile grew wider.

“It’s Daddy’s birthday today, Baby B,” you whispered, poking your belly playfully. “Are you going to help me celebrate?”

As if in response, you felt another firm kick and you had to bite back a laugh to keep from waking up Bradley. At seven months pregnant, you could feel the baby kick all the time now and it always made your heart burst with excitement.

Bradley, knowing how much you always went all out for his birthdays, had been concerned this past week, wanting you to rest instead of tiring yourself out on his account.

“Honey, I mean it,” he’d told you just the other day, his large hand splayed across your belly as the two of you sat together on the couch. “Don’t overdo it this year. We can just have a nice dinner, a little cake, and that’s all I need. You and the baby are the greatest gifts I could ever get. Nothing’s going to top that anyway,” he grinned, kissing the tip of your nose and then dropping a kiss on your stomach.

You knew he was right, but that hadn’t stopped you from spending all day at the grocery store yesterday, picking up all the ingredients you needed for Bradley’s birthday dinner and homemade cake, or from staying up all night last night to prepare and pack a special birthday lunch for him to take to work today.

“Do you really have to go to work tomorrow?” you’d asked him as the two of you were preparing for bed last night. “It’s your birthday!”

Bradley just laughed, wrapping his arms around your swollen middle and pulling you towards him, your back pressed firmly against his broad chest. “Honey, it’s not like it’s a federal holiday,” he grinned, peppering your cheek with kisses. “Can you imagine Cyclone’s face if I requested a day off just because it’s my birthday?”

“It should be a holiday,” you grumbled, erupting into a fit of giggles as Bradley began nibbling playfully on your neck, his mustache tickling your skin.

“It’s still going to be a perfect day, because I have a perfect wife I’m coming home to, and she’s carrying our perfect baby,” Bradley smiled, cupping your chin in his hand and tilting your face towards his so that he could drop a proper kiss on your lips. “Not to mention the perfect birthday cake my perfect wife is baking me,” he teased, pecking the corner of your mouth.

Bradley loved your baking, and every year he liked to request a different flavored cake for his birthday—”They’re all so good, I can’t choose just one favorite!” he’d told you. This year, he’d opted for a chocolate chip cake with vanilla frosting and a fudgy center. You’d made it once for a barbecue at Penny and Mav’s house and Bradley hadn’t been able to stop raving about it. You knew it was the number one thing he was most excited for this year.

“Mmm, really sucking up, aren’t we?” you teased, wiggling your hips against him with a laugh. “Don’t worry, I already have all the ingredients for your birthday cake.”

He groaned softly, kissing your collarbone as a sign of his appreciation. “Have I told you lately how much I love you?”

“Yes,” you smiled, snuggling up against him as the two of you fell asleep.

Now you were awake, your internal clock hardly ever allowing you to sleep in late these days. Turning your head on your pillow, you looked over at your husband, still fast asleep beside you—his alarm wasn’t set to go off for another forty-five minutes or so—and felt your heart flood with the warmth of an adoration that had only continued to grow since the moment you had first met him at The Hard Deck all those years ago.

His ruddy cheek was pressed against his pillow, his soft lips parted slightly as he breathed in and out, the soft whir of it a soothing sound. His dark hair, which had turned a shade of golden brown in the heat of the San Diego sun, was rumpled and messy and you had never felt more inclined to tangle your fingers in those tantalizing curls. With his eyes still firmly shut, his dark lashes were kissing the tops of his sunburned cheeks. You had to force back a laugh at the sight of his reddened skin. How many times had you scolded him for spraying sunscreen directly into his face like a madman? And yet, despite his best efforts, he somehow always managed to get burned to a crisp.

Still, he had never looked more handsome to you.

Rolling slowly onto your side, the added bulk of Baby B making you a bit more clumsy, you reached out and traced intricate patterns onto the bare skin of his back, shivering with pleasure at the feel of how warm his body was.

Letting out a soft and sleepy moan, Bradley slowly started to stir and you stilled your hand for a moment, your lips curving up into an affectionate smile. Admiring the way the morning light was cascading down his sunkissed skin, you couldn’t resist leaning forward and pressing delicate kisses to the delicious freckles that were scattered across his shoulders, always made darker after hours spent shirtless in the sun.

At the feel of your warm lips brushing against his back, Bradley stirred further, his dark eyes cracking open as he let out another soft groan, one of pleasure this time.

“Good morning, birthday boy,” you whispered against him, your lips continuing to trail kisses across his upper back as your fingers danced slowly down his side.

“Mmm, happy birthday to me,” Bradley grinned, his voice still raspy and hoarse from just waking up. The deep timbre of it sent shivers all the way down to your toes. He lifted his head slightly, his eyes blinking the last vestiges of sleep away. “What a way to start the day,” he chuckled.

“I’m sorry I woke you up,” you apologized, returning to your position on your back as your husband rose up on one elbow to gaze down at you, wrapping his other arm around your waist.

“No apologies necessary, honey,” he assured you, dipping his head low so that he could kiss you more thoroughly, his tongue slipping into your mouth as you knotted your fingers in his messy curls.

“You’ll have to get up and get ready for work soon,” you panted when he finally tore his lips away from yours and began sucking softly on your neck, his large, calloused hands slipping beneath the oversized T-shirt you’d worn to bed last night. You bit your lower lip in pleasure as you wrapped one leg around his, loving the way his body still found ways to meld to yours, even with your growing belly.

“Mmm, soon,” he murmured, nodding in agreement as he nipped gently at your collarbone. “But not yet,” he smirked, reaching for the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head.

Making love to your husband as the early morning light began breaking through the gossamer curtains of your bedroom window seemed like the perfect way to kick off his birthday celebration this year. Judging from the sated, blissful expression on his face as he collapsed on his back beside you, Bradey certainly thought so anyway.

“Damn, now I really am regretting not asking Cyclone for the day off,” Bradley laughed breathlessly, tugging you closer to his side and kissing you deeply.

“Told you so,” you smirked playfully, nudging his side as you kissed him in return. You sighed as you glanced over the alarm clock and saw that it was almost seven. “You should probably start getting in the shower. I’ll make you breakfast,” you told him, starting to rise up in bed.

“Uh-uh,” Bradley replied, shaking his head and stopping you in your tracks with an arm across your chest. “Forget breakfast. I’m not showering without you,” he grinned, climbing out of bed and scooping you up into his arms.

“But they say breakfast is the most important meal of the day,” you joked, wrapping your arms around his neck as he carried you to the bathroom.

“You’re the most important meal of the day,” he shot back with a mischievous wink, his face splitting into a huge grin.

You threw your head back laughing at that one, swatting at his chest with one hand. “What a line that was, Lieutenant,” you grinned.

“Did it work?” he asked, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“Only because it’s your birthday,” you giggled, leaning forward and kissing him sweetly.

After a shower that was certainly longer than Navy regulation, Bradley reluctantly got dressed while you hurried to the kitchen to make him some toast and a quick cup of coffee. Grabbing his lunch from the fridge, complete with the little handwritten note you’d tucked inside for him, you handed it all to him as he got ready to walk out the door.

“I love you so much,” he murmured, resting his hand on the back of your head as he pulled you in for a kiss. “This is already an amazing birthday, honey,” he added with a wink.

“It’s just getting started,” you smiled, smoothing down the collar of his uniform and giving him one more quick kiss. “Have a great day at work.”

Bradley nodded, giving you one last squeeze before juggling all his things and heading towards the door. “I promise I’ll be home as quickly as I can.”

“We’ll be here,” you told him, grinning as you rested your hand on your belly and felt another strong kick.

“Don’t let Mommy work herself too hard, Baby B!” Bradley called with a laugh, and then he was gone.

“Listen, I promise I’m not going to overdo it, but we have to make the day special for Daddy,” you whispered conspiratorially, looking down at your growing bump. When you felt a little nudge in response, you grinned. “See? I knew you’d understand.”

Changing into a pair of stretchy yoga pants and one of Bradley’s old T-shirts, you set about pulling out all the birthday decorations you’d secretly ordered to decorate the apartment with. From balloons to streamers to confetti to a large “Happy Birthday, Bradley!” banner, within a couple hours, you’d managed to make your home look like an advertisement for Party City.

“Whew,” you breathed out, pulling your hair back from your now sweaty neck and tying it up into a quick ponytail. You were breathing harder than expected after hanging everything up, and a quick rest on the couch seemed like a good idea. “You’re kind of heavy, you know that?” you teased affectionately, poking at your belly. “Mama used to be able to do all of this without breaking a sweat, but now I feel like I just ran a marathon. But you’re cute, so I’ll let it slide,” you laughed, massaging your stomach as you leaned back into the couch cushions with a sigh.

You didn’t have much time to relax, however. If you wanted everything to be ready for when Bradley got home from work, you had to start working on dinner and his cake now.

“Alright, Baby B, back to work we go,” you murmured, lifting yourself up off the couch with a soft groan and rubbing your lower back as you waddled into the kitchen. After trying for so long to get pregnant, you could honestly say that you loved and appreciated every moment of your pregnancy thus far, but you’d also be lying if you said that it wasn’t taking a lot out of you physically, especially as you headed into the final stretch.

It was also becoming harder and harder to wrap your head around the fact that this would be the last birthday you and Bradley celebrated together, just the two of you. Come next year, you’d have an almost one-year-old, which was still too crazy to think about. It would be wonderful, but different, which was why you wanted to make today so particularly special.

Now that all the decorations were up, you turned your attention towards dinner. Considering your oven was only so big, you had to manage your time wisely to ensure that both dinner and Bradley’s birthday cake would be ready in time. But you’d timed it all down to the last minute, so you were confident everything would be fine.

Since you were making Bradley’s birthday dinner yourself this year, you’d decided on the chicken pot pie that he loved so much. His mom had made it for him all the time when he was growing up, and you’d spent a long time trying to perfect Carole’s recipe until you got it just right. The day Bradley’s face had lit up and he’d told you that it tasted just like his mom’s was still one of the proudest moments of your life. In addition to the pot pie, you were also preparing a fresh garden salad, creamy mashed potatoes, and cornbread.

As all that was finishing baking, you pulled out the ingredients for Bradley’s chocolate chip cake and began mixing them together until the batter was thick and tasted like heaven—you could never resist stealing a little lick. Wiping the sweat from your brow with the back of your hand, you moved back and forth between checking on the food and preparing the cake pans until you felt a bit dizzy. Once everything was settled, you told yourself, you’d take a quick rest.

At the sound of your phone buzzing on the counter, you turned and smiled when you saw that Phoenix was texting you a ton of pictures.

Don’t worry, we’re taking care of your boy until he can get home!

Your smile widened as you swiped through photo after photo of the little party the Dagger Squad had thrown for Bradley. The rec room on base was decked out with balloons and a small sign that looked like it had been written in Bob’s firm hand. Bradley was sitting in front of a cake that had come from his favorite bakery, everyone else gathered around him for a big group shot. There were also individual pictures of him with Mav, Phoenix, Payback, Fanboy, Bob, Coyote, Hangman, Hondo and some of the others. You even thought you spotted Cyclone in the back of one photo, a slice of cake in hand.

Amazing! Looks like you guys are having a great time! Thank you for organizing it!

Of course! He’s having a good day, but he can’t stop talking about getting home to you! You’re not overdoing it, are you?

Did Bradley tell you to ask me that?

Maybe. But the question still stands.

I’m fine. I’m going to take a break once dinner is ready and I get the cake started in the oven.

He’s lucky to have you! Talk to you soon!

A few minutes later, dinner was finished, the chicken pot pie and cornbread sitting on the counter to cool while you grabbed the pans full of cake batter and set them on your baking tray in the oven.

Rising up with a slight wince and a yawn, you held your back with one hand while cradling your belly with the other. “Okay, Baby B, time for a short nap while Daddy’s cake bakes,” you murmured, checking the oven one last time before making your way to the bedroom, where you promptly crawled under the covers and passed out.

You had thought for sure that you’d set a quick alarm on your phone before falling asleep, but evidently your exhausted brain had been playing tricks on you because you suddenly woke with a start when the smell of something burning hit your nostrils. Gasping, you shot up in bed and looked at the clock on your bedside table, horrified to see that you’d been asleep for over an hour.

“No, no, no,” you mumbled frantically, slipping out of bed as quickly as your cumbersome body would allow and hurrying to the kitchen, where the smell of burning grew worse, tendrils of smoke starting to drift out of the oven.

Clutching your face in your hands, you let out another gasp before shutting off the oven and hurrying to open all the windows in the apartment, terrified of setting off the smoke alarm. When you walked back into the kitchen, you opened the oven slowly, holding your breath as a ton of smoke was released into the room. As it cleared, you waved your hand back and forth in front of your face and were devastated to see the burnt remains of Bradley's birthday cake, crusted inside your baking pans, the top layer blackened from being left in the oven for more than double the amount of time it should have been.

“Oh, no,” you whimpered softly, feeling your eyes and throat burn with unshed tears as you grabbed a pair of oven mitts and reached for your ruined dessert, your heart plummeting inside your chest as you lifted it up for closer inspection. It was completely beyond salvaging.

You could fix this. There was still time. You could jump in the car, hurry to the store, pick up fresh ingredients, and—

The sound of the key turning in the lock made your heart sink even further as you stood frozen in the middle of the kitchen, the remains of Bradley’s ruined birthday cake still in your hands.

“Honey, I’m home! I managed to get out a little early and—honey?!” You could hear the playful tone of Bradley’s voice quickly turn to panic as he clearly smelled the evidence of your disastrous mistake. A second later, he was running into the kitchen, eyes wide with worry. “Honey!” he exclaimed again, rushing to your side and checking you over until he was satisfied you were unharmed. “What happened?”

Your chin wobbled miserably and you couldn’t even look him in the eye as you held out the cake pan you were still grasping onto tightly. “I burned your birthday cake,” you confessed, your voice quaking as you fought to get the words out.

Bradley’s eyes softened and he reached out to cup your cheek gently, brushing his thumb against your skin. “Oh, baby, it’s alright,” he assured you, carefully prying the singed pan out of your hands and setting it down in the sink.

“No, it isn’t!” you burst out, suddenly breaking down in tears, your entire body trembling as you were wracked with sobs. “You were so excited about that cake! And it’s your birthday! I ruined your birthday!” You buried your face in your hands as you cried and turned away from him, so disappointed in yourself for having made such a stupid mistake.

“Hey! No, you didn’t!” Bradley insisted instantly, immediately coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around you. “You didn’t ruin anything, honey,” he cooed softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head and rocking you gently in his embrace.

When you just continued to cry, shaking your head as if to refute his words, he reached for your shoulders and turned you slowly until you were facing him, though you still wouldn’t look at him. “Hey,” he said again, grasping your chin between his thumb and forefinger and lifting your face until you had no choice but to gaze into his eyes, so warm and compassionate as always. “You decorated this whole apartment for me,” he told you, indicating all the decorations you’d spent hours putting together. “You made me an amazing lunch and an incredible dinner from what I can tell,” he went on, pointing his chin in the direction of the counter where the chicken pot pie and cornbread were resting. “And are you forgetting this morning?” he asked, waggling his eyebrows in an attempt to make you laugh. “That alone made it my best birthday yet. How could you think that you ruined it?”

He was trying to make you feel better. Your sweet husband was always so quick to cheer you up whenever you were feeling down, even if it was over the silliest thing. But you still felt awful. He was so excited about his chocolate chip birthday cake. He’d been talking about it for days. Bradley never asked for anything on his birthday, but he had asked for that. And you’d completely ruined it.

“It was what you wanted,” you replied tearfully, your face crumbling as you began crying anew. “And today was supposed to be special!”

“It is special,” Bradley countered, attempting to thumb your tears away. But they were falling too fast at this point.

“No! It isn’t!” you cried, whirling away from him and hiding your face behind your hands once more.

Bradley sighed, watching you silently for a moment or two. As well as you knew him, and could read everything he did and said, he could do the same for you. And he knew the reason you were so upset wasn’t just about some cake getting burned.

Stepping closer to you, he rested his hands on your shoulders and waited until you lowered your hands slowly before murmuring gently, “Why don’t you tell me what this is really about?”

You let out a shaky breath and looked up at him with watery eyes, and you could practically hear his heart breaking as he gazed back at you.

“Oh, honey,” Bradley whispered, rubbing your back soothingly as he pulled out a chair at the small kitchen table and settled you down in it before crouching in front of you, his big hands resting warmly on your thighs. “What is it?”

“It’s your last birthday with just the two of us,” you told him slowly, feeling a bit silly as you voiced your thoughts aloud. “I just—I wanted it to be special. Next year, things are going to be so different.” You instinctively moved your hand to your rounded belly.

“Baby,” Bradley breathed out, rubbing his hands up and down your thighs slowly. “You’re right, things are going to be different. But it’ll be a good kind of different,” he comforted you, lifting your hand and pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

You felt your face scrunch up as more tears started to fall. “I know,” you nodded, even as a few fat tears rolled down your cheeks and spilled onto your shirt. “God, I must sound so awful, like I don’t even want our baby around, after how long we spent—”

“I don’t think that at all,” he told you firmly, cutting you off before you could even finish your sentence. “I think you’re exhausted, and that you’ve been pushing yourself way too hard, that’s what I think.”

“I’m just—I’m scared,” you confessed quietly, your voice almost like a whisper, like it was some kind of shameful secret. “I love our baby more than anything, and I’m so excited that we’re starting a family together, but now that we’re getting close, it just feels like everything’s changing so quickly and there’s nothing I can do to control it.”

Bradley chuckled softly, reaching up to cup your face as he looked directly into your eyes. “Honey, there’s nothing in this life we can control. I know you hate to hear that because you love to take care of everything and everyone, but it’s the truth. It’s something I’ve learned over and over and over again. No matter what we do, no matter how tightly we hold onto things, we can’t control anything. We just have to enjoy this life, moment by moment, for what it is and hold onto all the good bits. Our life is beautiful now, and it’s going to be even more beautiful whenever Baby B decides to make his or her grand entrance,” he grinned, tenderly running a hand over your belly. “I know it’s scary. Trust me, I’m scared, too. But we’re in this together. Always.”

Smiling through your tears, you leaned forward and pressed your forehead against your husband’s, holding his precious face in your hands as if you were holding a priceless treasure. “How’d you get to be so smart, huh?” you asked softly, laughing as you pressed a light kiss to his lips.

Bradley smiled as well, resting his hands over yours. “Well, you know what they say. Another year older, another year wiser,” he teased.

Letting out a soft sigh, you wrapped your arms around his neck and nuzzled your nose against his, trying to soak in how grateful you were for this particular moment in time and for the gift of your husband’s life, which was what today was really all about. “I still feel terrible about your birthday cake,” you admitted, the corners of your mouth turning down slightly as you glanced over at the oven. “I just meant to take a short nap, but I must have forgotten to set an alarm, and when I woke up, I could smell it burning.”

“I’m just glad you’re alright,” Bradley said seriously, stroking your cheek as if to ensure that you really were safe. “When I walked in and smelled that—well, you had me really scared there for a minute, honey.”

“I’m sorry,” you apologized, feeling even worse that you’d worried him and then forced him to be the one to comfort you on his special day. “Your birthday is—”

“Honey, my birthday is just a day,” he told you, taking your hands in his and squeezing gently. “What makes it special is how loved you always make me feel. The decorations, the parties, the cake—they’re all amazing, sure, and I’m always so thankful for them, but they wouldn’t mean anything without all the love and the care you put into them. That’s what I love most about my birthday. Just getting to be with you. Everything else is icing on the cake.”

“Ugh, please, no cake references for a little while,” you murmured, your eyes glistening with tears at your husband’s words. Smiling, you leaned forward and kissed him, then laid your head on his shoulder. “I love you so much, Bradley Bradshaw. You deserve to be celebrated every single day. I would be so lost in this life without you.”

“Ditto, honey,” Bradley grinned, rising slowly and lifting you up with him. He smoothed your hair back from your face and dropped a loving kiss on your forehead. “You’ve given me the greatest gift anyone could ever give, just by loving me and walking through this life with me. Not to mention making me a dad,” he said softly, his own eyes glistening as he cradled your swollen stomach with one hand. “I love you more than words could ever describe.”

Wrapping your arms around each other, you and Bradley stood holding one another in the middle of the kitchen, swaying back and forth, for what felt like hours. Or maybe it was only seconds. Time didn’t seem to matter anymore. When you finally pulled back, Bradley smiled and kissed your tear-stained cheeks.

“Not to ruin this moment, but I think that chicken pot pie is starting to call my name,” he laughed, his stomach grumbling as if on cue.

Giggling, you nodded and stepped around him to grab the dinner you’d prepared. “Sit down and I’ll get it all ready,” you told him.

“Nope,” he shot back, stepping up beside you. “It’s my birthday, and I insist on serving you. You sit down and I’ll get everything ready.”

“But Bradley, I—”

“No arguing with the birthday boy,” he grinned, steering you towards the table.

Knowing it was no use arguing with him, stubborn man that he was, you just smiled and sat back as he laid out the chicken pot pie, salad, mashed potatoes, and cornbread. Thankfully, you’d already set the table earlier in the afternoon.

“Happy Birthday, my love,” you told him before the two of you dug into your meal.

“Thank you, baby. It’s been a great one,” he smiled.

You and Bradley enjoyed dinner, Bradley praising your cooking about a hundred times before the meal was through, and then hopped into the Bronco to make a quick trip to the grocery store, where you picked up some birthday cake flavored ice cream.

“This will have to do until I can make you that chocolate chip cake,” you told him ruefully, holding it up once the two of you got home.

“Sounds good to me,” Bradley replied, pulling two spoons out of the drawer with a wink.

Between the two of you, you ended up polishing off the container of ice cream before cleaning up the kitchen and getting ready for bed. You had just finished stripping off your yoga pants and T-shirt when Bradley came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle and pressing a kiss to your neck.

“You know,” he whispered, his mustache scraping against your skin as his lips began descending down your neck and across your shoulder. “The ice cream was great and all, but I kind of had another dessert in mind for tonight.”

You smiled as your head fell back against his shoulder, your body already feeling like putty in his hands. “Oh, yeah? Not the chocolate chip cake, you mean?” you asked teasingly.

“Uh-uh,” he mumbled, catching your sensitive skin lightly between his teeth as he nibbled his way back up to your ear. “Something even sweeter.”

A laugh bubbled up in your chest as his hands began stroking your sides, and you turned your head to look up at him. “What a line that was, Lieutenant,” you smirked, echoing your words from that morning.

“Did it work?” he smirked in return, clearly catching on to what you were playing at.

“Only because it’s your birthday,” you beamed, giggling as he lifted you up into his arms and carefully laid you out on the bed.

Grinning mischievously, Bradley pulled his shirt over his head and climbed onto the bed a moment later, his arms on either side of you as he hovered over you and pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose. “Best birthday ever.”

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delayed-affection · 6 months

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Jacky

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Y/n.Hughes Happy belated birthday to the greatest brother of all time i love you more than Quinn and my own twin. I miss you all the time and I can’t wait to see you. Happy 22nd birthday Jacky❤️

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📌Y/n.Hughes I was definitely not told to post this idk what you guys are talking about 🤐

Y/n.Hughes But on a real note guys he does mean the world to me, he’s one of my best friends and I love him

User0 blink twice if you need help

Jackhughes You’re too kind 😊

Dawson1417 I didn’t think you were gonna post him

Y/n.Hughes He said I was a horrible sister if I didn’t

Dawson1417 not like half your feed isn’t him

Y/n.Hughes I KNOWWW!!!!

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_quinnhughes @/Jackhughes we all know you forced her to post this

Jackhughes I did not!

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Nicohischier happy way too belated birthday

Lhughes_06 there’s no way you love him more than me

Jackhughes oh believe it Lukey

Dylanduke25 Is he feeling 22

User7 Did Jack post this???

Njdevils it’s never too late to celebrate our boy 🥳

User8 it’s been almost two weeks

Njdevils 😒

Alexturcotte 👑💩

Trevorzegras It’s about time

Y/n.Hughes shush

User5 @/jackhughes give her the phone back

Colecaufield sexy man

Nolan_moyle do you love him more than me🧐

Y/n.Hughes he’s my brother…

Edwards.73 more than me? @.Y/n.Hughes

Y/n.Hughes he’s my brother guys

Markestapa okay but not more than me @.Y/n.Hughes

Y/n.Hughes I love him more than all of you please stop this

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haddonfieldwhore · 5 months

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torn - vince dunn

vince dunn x fem!reader (x platonic! matthew tkachuk)

summary: with seattle on an 8 game losing streak, it’s even more difficult to choose who to cheer for; your boyfriend or your best friend

word count: 4k

warnings: language, a sprinkle of angst, drinking, nsfw themes implied but nothing explicit, mention of cheating

you fiddled absentmindedly with your fingers in your lap as you sat in the audience, paying little attention to the practice skate happening in the rink. your mind was elsewhere, unable to focus on your boyfriend vince dunn and his team as you thought about his instead. matthew tkachuk had been your best friend for as long as you could remember, and while you should have been overjoyed at the fact that you got to see him tonight, the fact that he was on the opposing team did slightly complicate things.

while it was just a game at the end of the day, it wasn’t at the same time. it felt like a double edged sword; while you knew you would be happy with whoever won, that also meant that one of your two favourite people had to lose, and you didn’t want that.

you breathed a sigh of relief that this was their last regular season game against eachother, the panthers and the kraken not meeting up too often. you felt you phone buzz in your pocket and checked it to see a text from matthew.

you looked up at the clock on the wall, which read 10:49am, meaning the kraken were almost done and you wouldn’t miss too much if you snuck out now.

you gathered your stuff, sneaking out without drawing attention to yourself, and not noticing the green eyes of your boyfriend flickering up to notice your empty seat. it was only about 15 minutes before matthew arrived, meeting you outside the cafe by sneaking up behind you and wrapping his arms around you. you let out a shriek, earning a few weird looks from people around the room as you turned around.

“you scared me!” you punched matthews chest lightly, before throwing your arms around his neck in a bone crushing hug.

“that was kind of the idea,” he laughed, holding you tight as he laughed. it had been months since you had seen him, and you always missed him like crazy when you were apart.

“you cut your hair!” you commented on his appearance as you finally looked at his face. you had obviously seen him on tv and in pictures since you last saw him in person, but it wasn’t the same as being fave to face. “last time i saw you your curls were crazy,” you smiled, remembering how long his hair had grown out.

“yeah, it’s a lot to fit under the helmet,” he smiled, and finally let go of you.

“also,” you began. “happy belated birthday! i can’t believe we were one day off from getting to spend it together,” you pouted, thinking of his birthday that had been just yesterday.

“thank you. we can celebrate tonight- after the game. i think we’re sticking around in seattle until at least tomorrow morning so we have all night.”

“deal,” you smiled, shaking his hand.

•

after a quick shower, vince towel dried his curly hair and threw on a kraken hoodie and some shorts, taking advantage of the warmer than usual weather despite it being mid december. usually after practice you were waiting for him outside the locker room, but he had a pretty good feeling that you wouldn’t be there to greet him today; the empty hallway confirming his suspicions as he sighed.

“everything okay? she’s never not here.”

vince looked up to nod his head softly at tye kartye, one of his teammates and one of your close friends. “where is she?”

“with tkachuk,” dunn replied, not meaning to sound so bitter. “he’s her best friend; they never get to see eachother,” he recovered, not wanting to give the impression that he was upset about it. he had no issue with you having friends that were on other teams, especially since you had been friends with matthew far longer than you had been dating him.

“sharing trade secrets about our practice?” tye joked innocently, and vince punched his arm.

“you know she wouldn’t. and besides, i don’t think she was really paying attention anyway,” he laughed. he pulled his phone out of his bag, checking to see if you had messaged him, trying not to be too disappointed when he saw no notifications on the screen.

•

you and matthew were walking around seattle, not straying too far from the arena, when your phone went off.

you smiled at the message, and didn’t notice matthew had stopped in front of you until you ran straight into his chest.

“loverboy wondering where you are?” he teased innocently.

“he’s just checking in. their practice just ended.”

“any-“

“don’t even ask. i am sworn to secrecy,” you scolded, with a finger pressed to his lips to quiet him. he smirked, raising his hands in surrender.

“i see how it is. does that mean you’re cheering for him tonight over me?” he asked playfully.

“i’m cheering for both of you. i don’t want either of you lose,” you admitted, and matthew threw an arm around your shoulder.

“i know. and i’m sorry they have to lose but-“

“hey!” you laughed. “don’t be an ass.”

“sorry,” he smiled. “and i promise to try not to hit him too hard in to the boards-“

“hey!” you repeated, but you knew that he was only messing with you.

“okay okay i’m done.”

•

you had gone home to vince’s apartment once matthew had to go to the panthers practice, giving you some time to get ready before the game. you and the birthday-boy would be going out straight after the game, so you had to get a little fancier than you usually did for a game, knowing you wouldn’t have time to do your makeup or anything.

putting on an outfit appropriate for clubbing and doing your hair and makeup took a little longer than usual, and soon it was time to head down to the arena with vince. he walked out of your shared bedroom dressed in his suit for the evening, a dark purple colour with a subtle blue plaid pattern. no matter how many times you saw him get dressed up, it still made butterflies erupt in your stomach.

“you really do look great in a suit,” you smiled, smoothing out his blue tie and brushing that one curl that never seemed to stay put off his forehead. he leaned down to kiss your lips softly.

“you look amazing. although i have a weird feeling this isn’t all for me..” he said hesitantly, his hands landing softly on your waist.

“i mean of course it’s for you,” you paused, kissing the side of his neck softly. “but i do have plans after the game with matthew,” you admitted, feeling guilty even though you knew he wouldn’t mind.

“i had a feeling,” vince laughed, but kissed your forehead. “you are still cheering for us during the game though, right?” he smiled.

“yes, but he’s gonna be a bummer to hang out with if they lose, so think of me if that happens,” you laughed as he kissed you again, before grabbing your bag for you and getting the door. you weren’t sure how it was time to go already, but you were only getting more nervous standing around waiting, so you were happy to get going, following close behind vince as he left the apartment.

•

you and vince arrived at the arena, but split off since he had a few things to do before the game; usual player stuff. you were in the back when the panthers arrived, and while most of them didn’t pay you any mind, a certain player with golden curls sent you a wink as he walked by and into the visitors locker room. you decided that while yes, you were hoping that seattle won the game (florida could afford the loss more than the kraken could right now), you would still be an encouraging friend, texting matthew a quick ‘good luck 🥰’.

you put your phone away, and took a deep breath, trying to ease your nerves. you and a few of the other players girlfriends went to your seats, and you tapped your fingers on your knee, drowning out the conversation going on around you. a hand in your shoulder snapped you out of your trance, and you turned to look at valerie, who was engaged to jared, one of the forwards for seattle.

“you okay?” she asked, and you smiled.

“yeah - just a little nervous if i’m being honest.”

“what’s going on?”

“my best friend plays for florida, so i’m just a little upset that one of the teams had to lose,” you laughed, and val giggled.

“aww. it’s okay honey. that’s the game; someone wins and someone loses - and i’m sure both vince and your friend know that.”

“you’re right,” you sighed, her words making you feel better. “thanks val.”

“no problem. are you and vince going out after the game? you’re all fancy today.”

“no, actually i have plans with matthew - my friend.”

“tkachuk?”

“yeah.”

“so you have a bit of a type, huh? tall, curly hair, a little dangerous…” she teased.

“shush.”

“i’m kidding, i’m kidding,” she bumped her shoulder against yours softly. “i won’t tell anyone if you secretly cheer for florida,” she whispered in your ear.

“i still want us to win,” you took a sip from your drink. “i just don’t want the other team to lose.” you both laughed at the redundant statement, and the players came out into the ice to skate around before the game began.

“what’s tkachuk’s number again? i want to keep an eye on him for you,” val asked.

“19,” you smiled. “i’m sure he’ll make his presence known.” as if on queue, you saw matt in the starting lineup out on the ice, and he nodded his head towards you, and you smiled.

“yeah, you definitely have a type.”

•

the first period went by without too much excitement, besides vince getting a penalty for a high stick. while you would never admit it to him, you always thought he looked hot sitting in the penalty box. florida got a few more power plays in the second period, but yamamoto was still able to score the only goal so far, giving seattle a 1-0 lead. you noticed vince and matt give eachother a couple shoves as play was whistles down for a save from seattles goalie, daccord.

bellemare scored the second goal for seattle, giving us an even bigger lead, and while i was happy for the kraken, my mood fell as my eyes landed on matty. he was sitting on the panthers bench, chewing on his mouthguard instead of wearing it properly, as always. on his next shift he got a good shot, but it was deflected, and the start of a fight broke out between vince and one of the other panthers, but it was quickly broken up.

wennberg intercepted a pass and got a breakaway to score seattles third goal, and your gaze went to the florida bench again. as your eyes found matthew, you realized he was already looking at you. you mouthed a sincere “i’m sorry” at your best friend, and you knew he understood it when he tilted his head sideways with a shrug; but you could tell he was frustrated.

florida pulled their goalie with five minutes left in the game, and tolvanen scored an empty netter to secure the victory early. the girls were cheering next to you and you smiled as they announced that vince got an assist on the goal, adding to his already impressive tally of points on the season so far. the time dwindled down to nothing, confirming the win for seattle and in turn earning daccord his first nhl shutout.

the fans cheered as the kraken skated around celebrating, and the panthers headed back to the locker room.

•

you were leaning up against the wall talking with some of the teams girlfriends when you felt arms wrap around your midsection from behind, and a soft kiss being placed on the junction between your shoulder and your neck. you giggled as vince’s stubble tickled your skin, and you turned around and kissed him on the lips.

“hey,” you smiled, admiring the sparkle that always appeared in his eyes when the kraken won.

“hey yourself,” he smiled, kissing you again, before his eyes traveled up and down your body, taking in every inch of your outfit. “you’re sure you’re not gonna hang with us? we’re going to kartye’s place, it’s gonna be a good time….” he trailed off, his fingers drumming softly against your hips.

“i’m sad i’m missing it, but i promised matthew; it was his birthday yesterday and i haven’t seen him in forever,” you pouted, and vince nodded.

“i get it, don’t worry. i just thought i’d ask.”

“you could come with us?” you offered, and he smiled, but shook his head.

“i don’t wanna third wheel,” he teased. “go have fun. i get you all the time, he can have you for one night.”

i raised an eyebrow, and vince seemed to realize the error in his wording.

“not like that,” he scolded, a light blush on his face, and you laughed.

“i’m kidding. you’re the only one who gets me in that way.”

“good,” vince said, his confidence returning as he kissed you deeply, before the rest of the team started exiting the locker room.

“hey, you coming out with us?” yamamoto asked, and you shook your head, but vince answered for you.

“she’s got a date with the enemy,” he replied, and you shot him a glare for throwing you under the bus, but knew the team wouldn’t care. they hazed you for a minute, but you laughed it off before they stole vince from you, him calling out for you to text him if anything happened. you waved to the guys and said goodnight to the girls before heading towards the visitors locker room to find matthew.

the panthers were still inside when you got there, so you sat on a bench in the hallway while you waited. about 10 minutes went by before anyone exited the room, and finally a defeated looking tkachuk walked out of the door. he perked up slightly when he saw you, and you stood up, gasping slightly as he lifted you up in the air. to not fall, you wrapped you arms and legs around him like a koala bear, laughing as he spun around.

“stop you’re gonna drop me!”

“i would never,” he replied, but set you down on your feet anyway. “you ready to go?” he asked, and you looked at the white button up shirt he had on with some dark jeans. his hair was still slightly damp from his post-game shower, and he smelled like his usual cologne.

“yeah, what the plan?”

“there’s gotta be a club around here somewhere right?” he asked, and you nodded, remembering the handful of times you had gone out with the team to celebrate after a game.

“yeah, i know a place.”

“well what are we waiting for?” he smiled.

•

a few hours and many drinks later, you found yourself being pulled onto the dance floor by matthew, some throwback hip hop song blaring through the speakers of the club. his hands were on your hips as you danced to the music, your back to his chest as your bodies got closer together. the club lighting was low except for the flashing stove lights, casting different colours across the people in the room.

“what are you thinking about?” matthew asked, his breath fanning across your ear as he leaned closer so you could hear him over the music, and you realized you must have zoned out.

“i’m sorry you guys lost the game.”

he laughed, using his grip on your waist to turn you to face him, his hands never leaving your body.

“it’s fine,” he shook his head, but his eyes didn’t meet yours, so you could tell he wasn’t too happy about it.

“sorry, i shouldn’t have brought it up. kinda ruined the mood.” his gaze found yours now, the bright blue of his eyes slightly hazy from the alcohol.

“and what mood was that?” he smirked.

“we’re celebrating your birthday, matty,” you smiled, throwing your arms around his neck and burying your face against his collarbone. you felt another laugh rumble in his chest, as his arms encircled you, and you breathed in the way he smelled; expensive. you looked up at him, and found him already looking at you, his eyes half closed, either from intoxication or tiredness. without thinking, you placed a soft peck on his lips, and then both of your froze. his eyes were wide now, and you stuttered incoherently.

“i didn’t mean to do that,” you finally said.

“you didn’t?”

“no,” you confirmed.

“okay,” he laughed, and you hit his bicep softly.

“it’s not funny matty, i fucked up,” you said seriously, and he cleared his throat.

“okay, just breathe,” he said as you began to panic. “let’s get some fresh air okay?” he led you outside, the cool december air helping to sober you up quickly. there was no one stood outside the club except a couple people smoking a little ways down the sidewalk. you leaned against the side of the building as you continued to freak out. you had to tell vince- and now, before some paparazzi posted a photo of it and he found out some other way.

you pulled out your phone, and matthews eyes widened again as his hand gently wrapped around yours.

“what are you doing?”

“i have to tell him,” you mumbled.

“tell who what-“

“tell my boyfriend that i just cheated on him, matthew. oh god-“ you cried, tears welling in your eyes.

“are you sure you should call him right now? you’re hyperventilating.”

“he needs to know. and he needs to hear from me first before he finds out from someone else,” you insisted, somehow managing to calm for breathing down, though your heart remained pounding against your ribcage.

“okay. you’re right,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “it’s not like it meant anything, right? it was a stupid drunken kiss.”

“yes. i love you, but not like that, dude.” you both laughed, and you were glad to be on the same page about it. matty would always be your best friend, and there had never been anything romantic between the two of you.

“agreed,” he smiled. “i’ll give you some privacy, but i’m not leaving you out here alone. i’ll be over there if you need me,” he said, and walked down the side of the building, keeping you in his line of sight under safe watch. you took a shaky breath, and scrolled through your phone to vince’s contact, and pressed the call button.

“hello?” he answered, and you could hear loud music in the background.

“vince - it’s me. can you hear me?” you replied, and you heard the sound of a door and the music getting quieter, like he had gone into another room.

“hey, babe. yeah i can hear you now. is everything okay?” he asked, a concerned tone in his voice.

“yes - well no- but yes, i’m fine. i need to tell you something.”

“what is it?” he asked.

“i accidentally kissed matthew,” you admitted, closing your eyes like it would stop you from hearing his reaction. “we got really drunk and it just happened and it was one tiny little kiss and i’m so sorry,” you blabbered, before listening to a long painful silence on the other side of the phone.

“it didn’t mean anything? it was just a mistake?” he asked calmly, and you were a little shocked. you hadn’t exactly expected him to yell at you, but you thought he would at least sound… angrier.

“god no - of course it didn’t. i love you so much and i’m so sorry.”

“does he know it didn’t mean anything?” he asked, the expected anger a little more present in his voice this time.

“yes, vince. we’re just friends; i promise,” you insisted, and you heard him sigh on the other end.

“okay. i mean i’m not happy about it but if it didn’t mean anything i i’ll get over it. i’ll kiss one of the guys and we’ll call it even, okay?” he teased, and you laughed, slightly in relief but also in disbelief.

“have you been drinking?” you teased, and he gave a genuine laugh.

“maybe a little. but seriously - if it was just an accident i forgive you. are you guys staying out for a bit? do you need me to call you a cab or anything?” he asked, and you smiled at how much of a sweetheart he was.

“i think we’ve both had enough partying for one night. i’ll get a cab home, okay? are you and guys staying out much longer?” you replied.

“okay, text me when you’ve made it home. i think we’re almost calling it a night, so i’ll be there soon.”

“okay. i love you.”

“i love you too.” he said, and the call ended. matthew saw you put your phone away, and walked back over to you.

“is he coming here to kill me?” he asked, and you rolled your eyes, wondering how he could joke at a time like this.

“no - i have the best boyfriend in the world and he said everything is fine since it was just a drunken mistake.” speaking of vince your phone went off in your hand and you looked at the screen to see a text with a picture of larsson and yamamoto kissing him on either cheek, a big goofy smile on his face. below it was a text that just said “now we’re even 🩵” and you shook your head, smiling as you showed matt.

“i don’t know him too well but he seems like a good guy.”

“he is,” you smiled. “i’m gonna call it a night, and you probably should to, considering i’m sure you guys have to be in the road pretty early tomorrow.”

“yeah you’re right,” he said, scratching the back of his head. “i’ll see you during the holiday break, right?” he asked. the teams always got a few days off at christmas and you usually spent at least one of them together. that meant it would o it be a few weeks before you got to see each other again.

“of course,” you said, wrapping your arms around him in a hug, suddenly sad to be saying goodbye so soon.

“okay,” he smiled, returning the hug as your cab pulled up. “tell dunn i’m sorry. and congrats on the win.”

“i will. text me in the morning?” he nodded in response, and pulled out his phone to call a cab of his own. you sighed as the car pulled away, and you shut your eyes, suddenly feeling exhausted.

•

you were home long enough to shower and get into your pyjamas, which was just one of vince’s t-shirts and some shorts, before you heard his keys in the door. you ran over to him and he wrapped you in his arms immediately, his familiar scent filling your nose as you buried your face in his chest.

“i’m sorry,” you mumbled.

“i know. i forgive you,” he laughed softly. “i am a little sad i don’t get to take that outfit off you, but i might like this one even more.”

you smiled, placing soft kisses up his neck until your lips connected. he walked you backwards to the bedroom and let your fingers undo the buttons of his shirt. once he was down to his boxers, you both crawled into bed, your head on his chest as his fingers traced little patterns on your thigh.

“i love you,” you mumbled, very sleepy after a long day.

“i love you too.”

“i love you more than anyone else on earth,” you clarified, and it was the truth. vince smiled, though you couldn’t see it, and kissed the top of your head.

“i know. goodnight baby,” he said softly, and you were out before you could say anything back. while he wasn’t exactly happy about what had happened, he felt better knowing that at the end of the day, it was his arms that you were falling asleep in.

disclaimer: all screenshots, events, and/or interactions depicted in this are a work of fiction. i have no association with any parties mentioned

#vince dunn #vince dunn fic #vince dunn x reader #seattle #seattle kraken #matthew tkachuk #matthew tkachuk fic #florida panthers #nhl #nhl fic #hockey fic #real person fiction #hockey

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jongseongsnudes · 5 months

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twenty three (finale)

warning; 🥰 1.3k words. masterlist. a/n; happy birthday to our youngest baby who is growing up way too fast before our eyes 😭💖 can’t believe my baby is already 18 😭😭😭

“can you hurry up, you’re gonna miss the start! don’t you want to see your boyfriend play? it’s the finals!”

“and tell me why you’re more excited to see him play than me?” your brows raise at your friend who had been a little too eager the entire day, “or perhaps you’re just excited to see player number 6?”

she throws you a dirty glance but doesn’t stop pulling your arm towards the back oval where the crowd was already going wild. from a distance, you could spot your school’s team doing a huddle and in the middle of it all stood the reason why you even came tonight.

niki nishimura.

as if he could sense your presence, the boy looks up just as you reach the bleachers, your gazes immediately on each other. the view of him jogging over, all done up in his captain jersey and gear had you unknowingly holding your breath, the scene identical to ones from cliched high school flicks. and you were the main lead!

“why are you late!”

“would you prefer it if i didn’t come at all?!”

the captain throws you a dirty gaze, similar to the one your best friend had given you earlier, making you giggle.

“you are so lucky i like you,” the boy rolls his eyes before taking a step closer towards you, “now hurry up and give me my good luck kiss.”

you don’t have to look around to know that most of the audience were now focused on you and niki. hell, you could feel it! but what can you do when the tall boy is also looking down at you, his eyes hopeful, waiting for a kiss from his girlfriend.

so you get on your tippy toes and kiss his cheek, a move that immediately has the boy in a giggling fit.

your heart really might explode at this point because just look how cute he is!

“so are we playing orrrrr?” a familiar deep voice is heard from behind you, one you recognised as belonging to the sarcastic transfer student.

the rest of the team bursts into laughter at haruto’s words, making their bad tempered captain blush and almost pop a neck vein at the same time. poor kid.

“alright lets go!” niki screams, pointing to the field. he waits for the players to all disperse before leaning back down to kiss you back, a smile back on his lips, just like the one that’s already on yours. “i’ll be back in a sec. don’t go anywhere!”

“i’ll be right here nishimura.”

ruffling your hair, the boy then runs off towards his team who are already in position. the crowd roars to life as the game kicks off into full gear.

although you’re trying to pay attention to the game, your mind would wander off every two seconds. perhaps it’s because your mind is always too occupied with niki in his uniform to care about anything else.

just like right now.

“goooo taki!” your best friend suddenly screams from your side, surprising you, “what... i’m just cheering!”

“rightttt. for taki only?”

talk about being sus.

the girl nudges your shoulders before focusing back on the game, her cheeks evidently a shade darker from the mention of player number 6’s name. also known as taki.

before you knew it, the game was down to the last ten seconds. it had been a pretty tough match from what you could see, niki looking much more stressed out than usual. but as expected already, your boyfriend’s team came out as the winners in the end, the cheers that followed instantly after was almost deafening.

you watch as niki and the team huddle up, cheering and celebrating their victory. it makes you want to cry, knowing how hard he had been training all year for this. it has surely paid off.

you were too busy jumping up and down with eunji to notice niki running towards you, until it was too late. cheers turn into squeals when he lifts you up by the waist, holding you high up above the ground in excitement.

“ni- niki!! you’re so sweaty!” you try to push against his chest but this is niki nishimura you’re talking about, the annoying-est person you know, so of course he doesn’t stop.

instead, the boy pushes forward, smooshing his cheeks against yours, allowing his buckets worth of sweat to drench you too.

“ni- nishimura!”

the captain finally puts you down to your feet but his arms are still protectively around your waist, keeping you close. he’s full of smiles, eyes almost in half moon shapes, the sight has you instantly mirroring as well.

“you’re so annoying!” you punch his chest, “you’re lucky i like you.”

to your surprise, niki pulls you forward, hugging you tightly but instead of complaining anymore, you just let him. you couldn’t care less about the sweat, hell you wanted to hug him forever.

“congratulations niki, i knew you’d win.”

“well duh,” he says with a smug grin but before you could even say anything back, you feel a soft kiss on the top of your head, “but... thanks for being here tonight. i was happy seeing you in the crowd, baby.”

it’s as if you were hit square in the face, knocking you unconscious cause that’s literally what you’re feeling right now. the boy has called you a bunch of names throughout the time you’ve known him but this specific one topped it all.

your eyes, your hands... even your heart doesn’t know how to respond to it. to the simple word, baby.

“ahh you like that word, do you?” he asks with his brows raised, voice so taunting and playful, “baby baby baby baby baby baby!”

“stoppp...” you dig your face into his chest, hoping to hide away how flushed your cheeks were from his teasing. it causes the boy to laugh out loudly, as if making you blush was the most hilarious thing.

“my baby.”

your poor heart swoons to how softly he says those very two words. usually, you would’ve found something like this cringe but not right now, not with how naturally he made it sound.

“ah ah testing testing,” a familiar voice interrupts you both over the speakers, only for you to realise it’s none other than taki with a microphone, “hi. can our captain please stop smooching his girlfriend and come join us for one sec? please. just one second and you can have him to yourself after!”

and now you wanted to not only hide but run away forever as well, run away from the entire crowd that’s currently staring at you. some with envy, some with laughter and some with pure jealousy. but lets be real, your boyfriend is the niki nishimura after all.

the niki nishimura you used to do anything to stay away from, the same one you literally labelled as your sworn enemy. yet here he was, the boy who you would now do anything to spend time with, the same one you were now lucky enough to call your boyfriend.

“i’m going to kill him. i’m going to kill all of them,” niki narrows his eyes at his waiting group of team mates on the field before looking back down at you, “i’ll be right back. wait for me yeah?”

“i’ll be here niki, always.”

the ends of his lips pull into yet another grin as he hears that one specific word, always. he kisses you again without hesitation, the two of you laughing as you hear his team mates pretending to gag not too far away. but you don’t mind it, not when everything just so perfect.

“always.”

end.

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avatar-anna · 1 year

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Professor celebrating Harry’s birthday would he so cute 🥹

a little late, but that’s kinda how i do things! enjoy!!

The Professor Series

“I miss you so much, H. I wish I could be there.”

“I understand. Duty calls, right?” Harry said. He was smiling through the camera, but you could tell he was more upset than he was letting on.

You brought your phone closer to your face and smiled brightly. “I know you’re going to have the bestest birthday ever.”

“‘Bestest?’” he asked with a furrowed brow. “You never use fake words. What’s going on with you? What are you hiding?”

“Nothing. I’m trying to be more colloquial, that’s all.”

Harry looked suspicious, but you kept on smiling, hoping he would buy it. Sometimes if you acted odd enough, he just let it go. You had your quirks, and Harry knew to just roll with them by now.

“O...Kay. How long before your next lecture?”

“Attention passengers. We are beginning our descent. Please prepare for landing.”

Confused, Harry peered closer into the camera, as if he could peer past your head, but you were so close to the camera for a reason. “Landing? Love, what are you—”

“Gotta go!” you blurted, then hung up the phone.

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Harry ❤️: I can’t believe you’re hiding from me.

Harry ❤️: I know you’re here, Y/n. What’s the point in dragging this on?

Harry ❤️: And on my birthday? Harsh, love.

Your phone wouldn’t stop pinging. You knew once that message in the plane sounded, the jig was up. Still, you wandered around downtown Palm Springs with your rolling suitcase, ignoring Harry.

The urge to go straight to the house he was staying out was nearly impossible to ignore, and he had a point. He already knew you were here. Why pretend like he didn’t.

Because the plan is still a surprise, you reminded yourself. It wasn’t just that you were making a surprise visit to Palm Springs, you had a whole plan laid out that involved a cake, a pink sparkly suit, and a very nerve-wracking appearance onstage tonight.

Onstage. It was almost as stomach-twisting as baking a cake from scratch. You cooked the whole thing up with Harry’s band and manager. You were going to present a birthday cake to Harry at his show tonight in an outfit that matched Harry’s. It was definitely out of your comfort zone, but you were excited to do it for him.

Only you ruined the surprise before you even landed in California.

Checking your watch, you realized it was time to head to the arena. Pauli was going to sneak you in so you could bake in the kitchen the tour catering team used. Only now you had to be extremely careful because Harry was definitely going to be looking out for you.

Later that evening, you were frosting the last touches on the cake. From your phone updates, Harry was taking his ritual ice bath. Setting your phone down, you picked up your icing bag and went back to work piping letters onto the top of the cake.

“Aww, is that for me?”

You shrieked and jumped in the air. Turning towards the door, Harry was standing there, a towel wrapped around his waist. His arms were crossed and his brows were raised, but as he came closer, you stopped him.

“No!” You ducked down behind the kitchen island, out of sight.

“Y/n, what are you—”

“This was supposed to be a surprise!” you groaned.

“Well, excuse me for wanting to see my girlfriend on my birthday,” Harry joked. You heard Harry step closer to you, but you didn’t straighten up. “Y/n, darling, stand up please.”

“No. If you go now, I can still surprise you.”

“Nope, that’s it.”

Arms were around you and lifting you to your feet, and then you were face to face with Harry. He was smiling at you, definitely smug at finally finding you. At least he wasn’t upset about you avoiding him all day.

Sighing, you leaned against his shoulder. “Happy birthday.”

Harry’s chest rose and fell from his chuckle. “Don’t sound too excited.”

“I’m sorry. I just really wanted this surprise to be, you know, a surprise.”

Tipping your chin up, Harry kissed you on the forehead. “I’m sorry. If you give me a kiss right now, I’ll pretend this never happened.”

“Really? You’d do that for me?”

“Course,” he said. “You just got to make it the best kiss ever. You did avoid me half the day.”

You ran a hand up his chest, smiling at your failure of a surprise. You’d been excited to do something special for Harry. It felt like he was always going out of his way for you.

But the night was still young. You tasted the cake beforehand, and it actually turned out delicious, Harry didn’t know you were going to be onstage, and you were together. Above all else, you were together.

Gripping the back of his hair you kissed him. Harry hummed with pleasure, the way he always did when you took initiative. His hands gripped your waist appreciatively. "Happy you're here, darling," he mumbled. "Best birthday ever."

"Not yet," you said, kissing him one more time. "Now go and wait patiently for your surprise."

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"Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you..."

This was your queue to step onstage to present the cake. It was in your hands, not-so-expertly decorated, and the two and nine candles were lit. All you had to do was walk across the stage and bring it to Harry, to Pauli if you wanted to make a quick getaway.

Except you weren't moving.

Part of building up your courage to walk out into a full arena was simply not thinking about it. Now that the time had come, you were terrified.

"Happy birthday dear Harry..."

Well, it was now or never. Hesitantly, you walked out as the crowd finished the song. Sarah gave you a thumbs-up as you walked carefully to where Harry was standing next to Pauli. Your boyfriend's back was to you, Pauli nudged his shoulder and he turned around immediately, a wide grin splitting his face.

"My love," he said softly, making sure he wasn't speaking into the mic. You could tell he saw the terror on your face, so he came closer and stepped in front of you so all you saw was him. The screams were still overwhelming, but you only saw him, which helped to take the edge off.

"This is the part where you act surprised," was all you could think of to say.

"I am. Never thought you would try to upstage me on my birthday," Harry teased. Then he winked and said, "You want to see them go absolutely insane?"

"Wh—What are you talking abou—"

Harry leaned over and kissed you on the forehead, and just as he predicted, the screams only got louder. You wanted to sink into the floor, but Harry kept murmuring words of encouragement, thanking you for the birthday surprise.

He made his wish and made a show of acting surprised to see you out here. Each minute felt like an hour, though by the end of it you would say you were only mildly uncomfortable. Harry kept an arm around you the whole time, making sure to whisper in your ear silly jokes and facts he read up on to impress you. And, "You look radiant darling, but that's not a surprise. You're always the most beautiful woman in the room."

That earned him a pinch when your face flushed, but he just laughed and kissed your cheek.

The show eventually had to continue, and you shuffled back offstage, but not before Harry dabbed a bit of frosting onto your nose. He seemed to be in higher spirits afterward. You busied yourself with cutting the cake into equal parts for everyone onstage—you made cupcakes for the crew. You danced a little as you cut the cake. Having been working, you missed the last couple shows, but you missed the energy and hearing Harry perform. When the show was playing its final chords, you grabbed a slice of cake to hand to Harry when he ran offstage. Your smile was big as he jogged toward you, partially because you were eager for him to try your cake—you were quite proud of how it turned out.

You handed the plate to him, and he took it, only to set it back on the table where the rest of the slices were. "Nope," he said, not even stopping as he hoisted you into his arms. Your legs went around his waist instinctively, even as you repeatedly told him to put you down. Harry did, but only when you were back in his dressing room and a sofa was underneath you.

"I worked really hard on that cake," you said, only partially irked that he didn't even try it.

"We'll eat it after," he said quickly.

Part of you wanted to argue, but Harry was still sweating from the show, and he was wearing one of those matching sets that he refused to wear a shirt underneath. "Promise?"

Harry kissed you, your chin between his fingers. "Promise."

He leaned in again, shedding his jacket and tossing it on the floor, but before he got to you, you paused him and said, "Happy birthday, darling. I love you."

"And I love you. You're getting a lot better at surprises too."

"Wait what?"

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watchmegetobsessed · 1 year

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TWENTY-NINE

A/N: happy birthday to my number one celebrity crush!! i hope he feels lucky, bc i have a looong list of crushes and he's been on the top for years hehe

WORD COUNT: 1.1k

SUMMARY: It's Harry's birthday, he is surrounded by love, but there is one person missing from beside him. You.

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Palm Springs is celebrating tonight, because it’s Harry’s 29th birthday. It’s a special day for everyone, especially his fans and his loved ones. Even though he is loved all year round, on this day he always feels like it multiplies.

It’s been like any other day, he started the day with a run, then a nice breakfast at the hotel he has been staying with the crew, he had some down time he spent answering messages, he was on the phone with his mum and sister, other loved ones.

After lunch his band surprised him with a little cake, they sang him happy birthday and spent the afternoon together until it was time to leave to the venue for tonight’s show. It’s been a nice birthday, but there’s been one thing that’s been missing all day.

You.

As always, he woke up to the sweetest message from you.

My dearest love, happy birthday! I know we are thousands of miles apart, but know that I’m right there with you, celebrating the best man I’ve ever known. I love you so much, have the best day and we’ll drink to you when we reunite! Xx

He couldn’t stop smiling as he typed out his response, but had to swallow the bitterness because you weren’t there beside you. He added the Palm Springs shows way too late to make it work with your schedule so he ended up having to spend his birthday without his girlfriend.

All through the day he’s been thinking about you and while you exchanged texts in the noon, you stopped responding hours ago and Harry’s been missing you like crazy. You must be working, he knows you can’t just hang on the phone all day because it’s his birthday, but he still wishes you could’ve joined him.

Now it’s time to give a show and give back the love he’s been receiving, to celebrate with his fans who have been there for him all along. He is giving the show his all, busting his ass to light the stage on fire, the whole arena is shaking from the energy and he is high on adrenaline as he performs song after song.

“How are you feeling tonight?” he asks, crossing the stage to get some water between two songs. The crowd screams and he grins as he looks around.

“We have a couple more songs to go. I want you to–”

His speech is cut off by the lights going dim and he turns around with a confused look as the screaming enhances. He tries to seek any information about what’s happening from his band mates, but they are all just smiling back at him without a word.

The screen lights up and Harry’s head snaps towards it as a video darts playing.

“Hi baby!” his mum appears smiling ear to ear and Harry exhales with a chuckle as he shifts his weight to one leg while watching. “I can’t believe you’ve turned twenty-nine! I still remember the day you were born.” Then the video cuts to Mitch and Sarah.

“Happy birthday to the best boss and bandmate!” they smile at the camera before the picture cuts to the next person.

Friends follow family members and all his loved ones are wishing him a happy birthday in the sweet video message as he stares up at the screen, his chest swelling from the love, eyes watering slightly. He is so thankful for all the sweet wishes and nice words, it makes him forget about how anxious he’s been feeling about entering his last year in his twenties.

And then your face appears at the end and his fans go crazy.

Even though you’ve been dating for almost three years now, you haven’t appeared next to him in an official way, you never posted about each other, never appeared at events, you’ve been only spotted by the paparazzi and that’s how the world knows about your relationship. But now here you are, in his birthday video that’s displayed to thousands of people in the arena.

“Hi baby! Happy birthday, Handsome. I miss you very much and I’ll see you soon. Now go and sing your heart out!”

“I miss you too,” he whispers to himself as the video ends and the lights come back up, everyone around him clapping. He needs a couple of moments to recover, Pauli walks up to him, patting him on the shoulder before he is able to speak up again.

“That was an unexpected gift, thank you!” he chuckles. “Now… back to our regular schedule!” he holds up his index finger as he walks over to his microphone stand and the starting accords of the next song fill the place.

When the show is over he runs off the stage, his palm slapping against the hands of fans before he disappears backstage. He is a bit out of breath, sweaty and tired, but he’s still buzzing from the great show and it’s once again proven that he is doing what he loves the most.

When he walks into his dressing room he freezes instantly as he spots a familiar duffel bag he’s seen millions of times before. It’s yours.

“Surprise!” you speak up and his head snaps to the side, seeing you sitting on the couch, his mouth hanging open.

You chuckle at his reaction as you stand up and start walking towards him, but then he finally recovers and launches at you, picking you up from the ground as he twirls around with you in his arms.

“What are you doing here?” he breathes against your neck. He puts you down, but keeps his arms locked around you.

“Should I leave?” you tease him, arching an eyebrow.

“Don’t you dare!” he chuckles and finally presses his lips against yours.

“I wanted to spend at least a bit of your birthday with you,” you mumble against his lips as he keeps peppering your mouth and cheeks with tiny pecks.

“Now it’s my best birthday ever.”

“You say that every year, H!” you chuckle leaning back a bit as you take his face in your hands.

“Because it’s always the best if I’m with you. And I’ve spent the last… how many birthdays with you?” he purses his lips, pretending to count in his head.

“Five,” you answer for him.

“Ah, yeah. Because even before I grew some balls and asked you out, you were there with me.”

“Only took you two years,” you smirk at him. “Happy birthday, Harry. Twenty-nine will be amazing, I can feel it.”

“I know,” he nods. “Because I’ll spend it with you.”

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Birthday princess

pairing || woc!reader x mob!ari levinson

genera || fluff.

summary || how’s Ari dealing with someone trying to disrespect his girl.

wordcount || 2,4K

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A vicious man who will go to any length to make his sweetheart smile.

Growing up, Ari enjoyed his mother's elaborate celebrations, where everything had to be extravagantly flawless—whether they were birthday parties, wedding anniversaries, or charity events. He thinks his mother did all that to compensate for her husband, his father’s harsh reality.

He especially gets excited whenever his birthday is nearing, he loved when he was ten and he loves it now, almost thirty seven years old.

Even though, it's different from when he was younger, he still enjoyed it. However, the idea of someone not celebrating their milestone were awful to him, So when he found out his precious girl never celebrated her birthday he was horrified.

He couldn’t fathom that someone not celebrating their birthday especially someone as sweet as his girl.

Your birthday was never acknowledged by your parents. Not even a happy birthday was said. Although, your siblings celebrated theirs, no one ever seemed to remember yours.

As you got older, you just forget about it. You knew you missed something, but there was nothing you could do to persuade your parents to celebrate your birthday because they always had some excuse not to.

At first, you resisted Ari's insistence on throwing you a birthday party. Therefore, Ari did not celebrate your first birthday together as he had intended while you two were together. But of course he did do something to celebrate.

He took you to an upscale restaurant, after both of you finished eating, he gave you your gift; an elegant pair of earrings. That was the first time anyone had ever given you anything. You were appreciative, till this day you never taken them off.

The following year, when your birthday approached, Ari broached the subject once more, you told him you didn't care and that what you both did last year was enough yet Ari didn't think so. He wants to give you the experience of celebrating your birthday properly.

After much persuasion, you agreed to the birthday party, Ari got his mother's party planner number in order for you to contact her to plan your birthday, he didn’t set a budget for it; just told you to do what your heart desired.

"I want everything to go as smoothly as possible, Steve, I don't want anything to go wrong," Ari says as he sips from his brownish liquor.

"Of course, I'll tell Peter to oversee everything," you'd assume from the way they're both talking seriously in their black suits that it had to be about business. No, it's Ari's princess 24th birthday celebration. Which, if you think about it, is more important.

Ethan, your bodyguard and friend, is racing with with staff members making sure everything is perfect for your birthday, including the lights, decorations, DJ, food and drinks.

“She even got Ethan to do all the work” steve mumbled to Ari who let out a chuckle “I can’t believe he’s the toughest one of our men” He sips the rest of his drink before smiling to himself “wait for me in the werehouse” Steve only nodded.

He went upstairs to the guest bedroom where you had your makeup artist and hairstylist stay because Ari doesn't like it when people are in his room.

He stared at you from the doorway, completely captivated; the expression of happiness in your eyes brought happiness to him as well; he can't believe someone could be so cruel as to not love or spoil you in the way you deserve.

"Can you leave us for a minute?" As soon as he said it, the room quieted down, and your best friend, Nat, who you met through Ari's friends, spoke up, "sure, we will be outside," she patted your shoulder. She had already dressed in a black silk dress, done her makeup beautifully with smokey eyes and her signature red lipstick that matches her hair, she looks stunning.

"You look pretty," he began, staring at you from the mirror “you do, too," you said, turning around to face him.

He takes a step closer to you, as soon as he is within reach, you wrap your hand around his neck, drawing him closer to you, tilting your heads up to lock your gaze on him smiling lovingly.

"Ethan needs a day off tomorrow," when you noticed that the party planner were demanding you gave her Ethan's phone number so she could organize everything with him rather than you, you just told them what you want the theme of your party.

He initially objected, after all, he is the toughest man. But he agreed simply because he likes you and he wants you to have the nicest and most memorable birthday celebration ever.

"Sure, anything you want." Even Ari is taking a day off tomorrow, he wants to spend it with you while business is calm nowadays.

"You spoil me a lot," you said, kissing his jaw. He smiled “that's the least I could do for you. honey"

"Thank you, I love you too much." You kissed him again. "I love you too."

"I’m leaving for a bit; I've got a business to take care of, and I’ll be back before the party starts."

"Why?" You pout. Is he going to skip your birthday? You know it was stupid. You shouldn’t have agreed. Maybe your parents is right; it is a waste of time.

"They need me there; it won’t take too long, maybe an hour max," he told you while curdling your face between his large hands and kissing your lips softly.

“You promise?” You smiled softly at him.

"Absolutely,I wouldn’t miss it for the world” he replied, you kissed him again.

“I’ll leave you now to finish, honey."

“Okay be careful”

“Always”

He left, and the girls returned to do their tasks. Wanda followed Nat into the room; it appears that your friends are already showing up, so you should finish quickly.

“Hey! Nat told me you invited Ema?” Wanda said as soon as she’s stepped beside you, “hello to you too” you turned to her smiling.

“Im sorry babe” she kissed your cheek before continuing “is it true?”

“Yes, i thought it would be rude to invite all of our friend group except her!”

Nat spoke looking at Wanda “told you”

“Yep, she’s tooooo nice” Wanda replied.

“I don’t know, Ari is inviting his friends and business partners, his mom and sisters are coming as well as their friends, so I think it would be crowded and she won’t be a bother!”

“I hope so” Nat said before looking at Wanda who was fixing her red dress, adjusting her breasts “what are you doing?”

“I’m gonna go see Ethan, wish me luck” Wanda and Ethan has been flirting a lot lately, you know they would end up together it was just a matter of time.

Everyone has arrived an hour and a half later, including your friends, Ari's friends, and family. Nat helped you dressing up in your pink gown, you wore your jewelry as well. Wanda is working as your personal photographer; she took many photos of you before you had to go downstairs so the party could begin.

When the DJ announced your entrance, everyone's eyes turned to you, yelling and clapping, while your eyes scanned the the place looking for Ari.

As soon as your gaze latched on him, you smiled brightly, relaxing for a while before getting down and everyone began to approach you, wishing you a happy birthday.

You were quite apprehensive because it was the first time you had ever been the center of attention at any form of event.

Nat gave you a microphone so you could thank everyone who came to celebrate with you, and you specifically thanked Ari, none of this would happened if it weren’t for him. You wished them a good evening.

After you handed the DJ the microphone, you felt like you were being crushed in a hug by someone, and when you looked down, you discovered it was Ari's younger sister, Amara.

“Happy Birthday!!!!!” She said screaming a bit. You laughed before hugging her back.

“Stop squeezing my girl to death” Ari teased his sister before greeting his mom and his older sister Sadie.

When Amara separated from you Sadie hugged you, as well as his mother.

"Happy birthday, sweetheart; i loved the party theme!"

"Thank you, Mrs. Levinson," you respectfully said. The elder woman scoffs at you, "sweetheart, we've been through this a lot! Please call me Freya; you make me feel old."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'll start calling you Freya," you said hesitantly, knowing she had told you that several times but you always forgot. Your mother taught you to never address someone by their first name; instead, use Mr. or Mrs.

Sadie looked around “are we finally going to meet your family?”

Your communication with your family has diminished since you left for college; you text and call, but they don't reach out to you as frequently as you would want. It's what they've wanted ever since you were born. To forget all about you.

You gave them an invitation to your party, but they did not respond. And when you called they didn’t pick up, No surprise.

You didn’t tell Ari that, you didn’t want him to feel sorry for you. But he can see it in your face when his sister mentioned your family.

“Oh they’re busy, they couldn’t make it!” You hoped your excuse was believed and by the look they gave you they did.

After a small talk they left to join other people for dance and chatting.

Ari left you alone for a minute to talk with his friends while you drank and danced with your friends.

Hours later, it was time to cut the cake, two servants brought the cake to a table in front of you. Ari hand wrapped around your waist while your hand was on top of his, him and everyone else singing happy birthday for you.

"Make a wish!" Nat called for you, and everyone else joined her, you giggled before closing your eyes and making a wish.

After opening your eyes and blowing on the candle, everyone clapped and whistled for you.

"I want to show you something," Ari whispered in your ear. You turned around, looking into his eyes. "What?"

"Come with me," he said, taking your hand a bit further and directing you to the double massive doors, which opened immediately.

A Rolls-Royce Ghost in Champagne Rose pulled in, you could hear the stunned screams of the people surrounding you; you were as surprised as they were.

“Oh my god!!, you didn’t!!!” You looked between Ari and the car, Ethan stepped out of the car, passing the keys to Ari, who handed them to you.

“All yours baby” you jumped on him, hugging him firmly, thanking him constantly “I love you i love you i love you!!”

Nat and Wanda came close to you both “girl you have to take us for a ride!!”

“I can’t wait to show off my first car ever!!” You smiled big and jumped up and down while clapping.

Wanda smiled “let me take pictures of you with the car!” She took her phone out and you got beside the car posing while she took a couple of pictures of you.

You grabbed Ari hand wanting him in the pictures. He smiled before letting you posing him in whatever way you wanted.

If he could, he would have given you the entire world without asking, but for the time being, he will give you anything your heart desire.

Life has its own way of repaying you. While you spent the previous twenty-three years begging someone to spare you a glance, right now you could ask for anything and it wouldn’t be trouble to give.

From behind, an irritating loud noise was heard. "I told you that he is her sugar daddy!!" Everyone fell silent, wondering who it was.

Your smile faded slightly; you weren't a particularly confrontational person to begin with. People would walk all over you while you excused them. You were too kind and too afraid to ever react to anyone.

“Who said that?" Ari stated calmly yet furiously, everyone got quiet surprised at the person who is brave enough to insult Ari’s girl

Wanda and Nat exchanged knowing glances. Finally, Ema made a fool of herself in front of Ari.

They know Ari doesn't accept disrespect, especially to those who don't deserve it, and to disrespect his girl? Oh, she just dug up her grave.

“Ema did," Nat answered, unconcerned about your glares.

Ari doesn't want to ruin your first birthday celebration, but he can't let this individual get away with it.

When he observed a girl who appeared shaking with fear, everyone's gaze was drawn to her, he knew it was her, and he approached her moved in front of her eye sight, almost nothing can stand between them.

"There are two reasons for saying this; one is that you are jealous because no one has ever loved you enough to provide you with something you desired, or YOU don't deserve to be loved or cared for like i do with my girl, I believe the latter it is," he said as calm as he can be

He could hear Wanda and Nat laughing mockingly at her. Finally, someone standing up to this bitch.

“Get the fuck out of my house and don't ever think of disrespecting my girl; or the next time you won't have a tongue to talk with; are we clear?" She nodded so quickly

“Good," he said, motioning for two of his guards to accompany her out; Bucky pointed out for the DJ to play some music to keep the party going.

Wanda yelled “ oh my god i love this song”

Her and Nat went dancing on the dance floor, while everyone else seemed to have forgotten what had happened and continued to have fun.

"Are you alright, sweetheart?" Ari spoke to you in hushed tones.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you replied, smiling back. "Do you know this is the first time I've seen you in your mob mode?"

“Really??” Ari was taken aback, saying, "I hope I didn't scare you."

"You did not, thank you for standing up for me; I really thought inviting her to my party would make her nice to me," you said, "I didn't want to divide our group into two sides."

"Sometimes, honey, being nice to someone so low is not the solution; if they don't respect you, they have to go; it's either they do or they don't." His huge hands comforted you by moving circles behind your back.

You thought for a moment about what he said "Yeah, you're right"

You got closer to him, your lips almost touching, "do you want to take my new car for a ride?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

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a-very-bored-blogger · 4 months

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loved.

pairing: johnny 'soap' mactavish x afab! reader

word count: 1.28k

genre: angst, hurt to comfort? insecurity speaking??

notes: this was supposed to be for secret Santa for @kitkatscabinet!! i love you so much and I am so goddamn sorry if this sounds so fucking rushed right now!!! ill update it soon because I do plan to make it longer!

You didn’t know what you had witnessed. Everything was crumbling apart. This was not how things were supposed to go. You never expected things to go this way, and yet it did.

You have been together with Johnny ‘Soap’ Mactavish for a couple of months now, and knowing how terrifyingly difficult his job is, you knew that you shouldn’t ask much regarding his work or what it is he does.

Yet every day spent with him forces a thought to linger around your head, making you question whether or not you’re good enough.

The thought swallows you whole.

“Love, you alright there?” his eyes averted to yours as he gently picked up your palm. He takes it, putting it against his cheek, leaning to the warmth of your palm. Your confused look immediately turned into one with a smile.

His cerulean blues looked back at you, an almost puppy-like smile staring down at you. Innocent as he is, his feelings are deep and real. You were his safe anchor, his escape from all this ratched madness whirling in his life. You can’t ruin his safe haven. You need to be perfect for this man.

So you gobbled up those thoughts and sealed them away in a box.

“I’m alright. Just some thoughts on my mind. Nothing to worry about.” You uttered, a slight gulp erupting to your throat. A fake smile still lingers on your face.

He moves closer, leaning against your body on the sofa. The soft, warm lights illuminated his features, his scruffy beard, his messy mohawk, and his shit-eating smile. God, he was fucking perfect.

Or so you thought.

September 4th- was your boyfriend’s birthday. You have organized a party just for him. A surprise and everything. You do know about his killer sweet tooth, so a chocolate cake with vanilla frosting was ordered from his favorite bakery. You invited his mates and some of yours to help you organize this beautiful celebration.

Everything was coming together so well.

The lights were off, and soft, sudden footsteps were heard from outside the door. You hid underneath the table before hearing a familiar jangle of keys.

“Surprise!” you all chanted in joy. The absolute shock in his face was shown as you slowly came up to him to welcome him in a tight embrace, capturing him in a tight-locked kiss. It was beautiful passionate, and everything stood still for a second. You could hear the chants and cheers of everyone else coming from the background, yet you both couldn’t care. Your love for each other was unstoppable.

Your boyfriend broke open the kiss. He smiles solemnly before chanting out. "Thanks, love. You're the fucking best, eh?" were what he said before being swooped over by a crowd wishing him a very amazing birthday.

You laughed and snickered. On your right hand was a glass of wine, swirling through the cusps of your fingers as you laughed along with your coworker.

Your brain got a bit fuzzy, having to excuse yourself to the bathroom after too many drinks. You gasped as you could not believe what you were seeing.

Behind the curtains of the living room was a silhouette of a figure with a mohawk, similar to your boyfriend’s, caught in a locked kiss with a long haired woman.. Your eyes couldn’t believe it. You rushed out, tears falling, puffy red cheeks and all. It was a horrid sight. You couldn’t take it any longer.

You ran back to your old flat, keys jangling, before jumping on to the couch, bawling your eyes out. Your suspicions were true. You weren’t good enough for him. He chose someone else- you are not what he wants. You knew that someone loved you for once- it all felt too good to be true.

You opened your phone, your eyes darting onto the small red text that writes out:

“10 missed calls from ‘Johnny <3’.”

You didn’t care anymore. All your feelings warbled into one as the only thing that came out were more tears. It was over between you two; it doesn’t matter anymore. He has made his choice- you weren’t good enough for him.

A few days passed, endless amounts of coffee cups stacking on top of each other on your kitchen sink. The circles beneath your eyes darkened. You have almost completely ignored your Whatsapp entirely, coming close to anger every time you see Johnny’s contact call or text you for what seems like the millionth time.

He wasn’t wrong though- you deserved nothing, after all right? You try to shove those thoughts out, tell yourself that he’s the jerk, he’s the asshole for betraying your trust, stabbing your heart and ripping it to shreds just like that. Your inner demons were eating you whole.

It felt like drowning once again. The feelings were about to arise once again, tears choking out of your eyes as they start to puff up for a thousandth time.

The doorbells rings. Once or twice, ringing constantly, until you hear a constant bang on the door. Then, you hear it.

“Open up, aye! Sweetheart come on, talk to me please!” a thick Scottish accent grumbled from out of your door.

Your mind raced back, remembering what he just did, and what he does deserve- a girl like that. Yet, your heart aches, wanting to just be with him.

Taking a deep breath, a few steps forward is what you take, before opening the door.

And there it was- your unofficial ex boyfriend- Johnny Mactavish, out in the flesh like you expected. He didn’t look good either, similar looking eyebags to yours, a stained white shirt and some old jeans, as well as some unkept hair.

You both weren’t in the best state- and it shows.

He looks up, and down to you realizing what a mess it is he has made.

“Tell me what it is I’ve done wrong.” Johnny states.

You were astounded. The logic isn’t making clicking in your head. He would’ve apologized by now if he did cheat on you, but instead he’s confused. He’s guilty, as told from his apparel, and he hauled his ass to come to see you- there’s something wrong.

You gulped. “Come in. “

His eyes scanned the room, seeing the stains on your carpet, the untidy blankets and the scattered items on the floor.

You sat down on the couch, motioning for him to sit as well.

“I saw you…kissing another woman…well a silhouette of you.” You uttered, directly.

His eyes widened, and his mouth quivered, a lost of words. Disbelief ran over his face as a whirlwind of emotions washes him through entirely.

"Love, that was my mother." He says plainly, holding out your hand, watching as guilt eats away your body.

He was certainly not expecting the hug you were attacking him with.

Tears ran over your face, as 'sorry's were repeated over and over again, as you hid yourself on the crook of his neck.

"Lovie, don't be sorry…I'm here now, that's what matters." He whispered, rubbing your back in circles with his palm, pushing you closer.

Breathing and sniffling, you took a deep breath before articulating your words.

"I…just thought you…were making out with someone, cause I thought I wasn't good enough for you…" you uttered softly.

Johnny sighs, closing his eyes before shaking his head.

He puts a palm on your cheek, caressing it slowly before kissing your head lovingly. "Don't ever say that. I date you because you're the best fucking thing that has ever happened to me. "

You wiped your tears before asking once again.

"Really?"

He nods.

"And I'll show you how much I fuckin' mean it." He utters, before dragging you back onto his lap.

#cod mw2 #cod mwii #call of duty #x reader #cod fanfic #cod soap #johnny soap mactavish #soap mactavish x reader #soap cod #john soap mctavish x reader #hurt to comfort #im hurtin #comfort #romance #angst x reader #cod angst

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astranva · 2 years

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okay so whilst we’re on our pe!couple flirting train

their first kiss/date was in may right? but they didn’t start dating until november ? BUT Chris’ birthday is June - so is there any chance we can get a Chris’ birthday flirting blurb or anything ? x

a 1.8k blurb for you!

June 2015

Chris liked to celebrate his birthday.

It wasn’t because he liked people celebrating him, but he liked having those he loved around him, loud and laughing over cake and drinks.

But even his excitement to be around his close friends and family was diminished by the fact that Y/N was away for press for her movie, Inside Out. It was crazy to Chris how much her absence affected his mood.

Sure, they took their time and started out as friends before they finally kissed and went on a date, but even before so, he would’ve missed her.

He was glad he could take some time off from work, especially since Avengers: Age of Ultron was released recently and it seemed like ever since, he had been busy. Although, he did manage to take your relationship a step further during that time.

“Why the long face?” Scott approached him, holding a drink in his head.

“What?” Chris asked him, sipping from his own.

The two brothers stood in the backyard of Chris’ Bostonian home, chatter and laughter around them coming from family and friends.

Scott pointed at Chris, mimicking his frown, “The face.”

Chris chuckled, rolling his eyes at his brother.

“What’s up?” Scott repeated, “Is this about Y/N Y/L/N?”

“Are you always going to say her full name?”

“I just can’t believe you’re banging Y/N Y/L/N.”

“We’re not banging!” Chris laughed, “We’re not.”

“You’re in a situation then, I don’t know,” Scott argued, “Y/N fucking Y/L/N!”

Chris jokingly rolled his eyes, his flushed cheeks being enough proof that he was getting flustered.

“Is it about her?”

Chris shrugged before replying, “She’s been busy,” he said.

“She didn’t wish you a happy birthday?”

“She was the first to call,” he smiled, looking at his brother.

Scott groaned, “Do you ever talk about me with her? Does she know I exist?”

“Alright, can you stop being so obsessed?” Chris laughed.

“As if you aren’t obsessed with her, oh come on!” Scott argued back, “But seriously, then what’s up?”

“Nothing, I just-I don’t know, I think I just wanted to celebrate my birthday with her here, you know?”

Scott stayed quiet for a moment, only letting a smirk grow on his face.

“What?” Chris asked, knowing that look his younger brother was giving him.

“Nothing, it’s just,” he paused before snickering, “You’re down. Bad.”

“Fuck off,” Chris shoved his brother.

“No, really, really,” Scott laughed, “I can’t imagine someone has you pinning over them for months like that. How long have you known each other? Since December last year?”

Chris nodded, “The Nolans had their party in December, yeah.”

“Since December,” Scott repeated, “And you’ve only kissed and went on your first date last month,” he said, “Damn.”

“I don’t mind,” Chris said, “I mean—She was fresh out of a breakup and I would’ve been such an asshole if I just came in like that. I like that we’re taking our time, we’re-we’re getting to know each other.”

“Bullshit,” Scott teased.

“No, seriously,” Chris chuckled, his eyebrows furrowing when his phone vibrated in his pocket, “Hold on a sec,” he took it out, glancing at it before a smile broke out on his face, instantly moving away from his brother and the scene and into a secluded area to answer, “Hey.”

“Hey, birthday boy,” her voice came in and he almost felt lightheaded from her flirty tone, “Sorry I’m calling you at your party.”

“You can call me any time you want,” he flirted.

Chris couldn’t see her flustered face, but he sure as hell had a picture up his mind.

“Yeah, well,” she began, “In about ten minutes, you’re going to have to receive a package from your door.”

“You’re-Are you here?”

“No, I’m still in Cali,” she said with a sigh, “But I didn’t want to pass on your actual birthday without giving you a gift.”

“You know you didn’t have to,” Chris said.

“Yeah, I know,” she replied softly, “It’s nothing big,” she said, “Just something to tell you I’m thinking about you tonight.”

“Just tonight?” Chris smiled, looking down at the ground as he held on to his phone, moving one hand to his pocket.

“Especially tonight,” she flirted back, “I don’t want to keep you away from your party.”

“No, hey, it’s okay,” he said, “I missed hearing your voice.”

“Stop flirting with me. You’re the birthday boy here.”

“Yeah? You want to flirt with me instead?”

“I thought it was obvious I was trying?” She teased.

“Think you need to try harder,” as always, he teased back.

Her laugh made him beam, feeling his stomach go into knots at the sound.

It wasn’t even a minute later when he heard his doorbell over the music playing, thankful that it wasn’t so loud.

“I think it’s here,” he said, moving to his door with his phone still against his ear.

“They said 10 minutes,” she muttered.

“Hold on,” he said, opening the door. Instantly, Chris smiled at the delivery guy, taking the big box from him before tipping him.

“Jesus, what’s in there?” He muttered, feeling the heavy box as he walked back inside.

“It’s something really small,” she said.

Chris hummed, removing the tape before opening the top lid, his eyes falling on the big number of candy in there before he laughed, “Oh, you’re the cutest!”

“Hold one,” she told him.

“What do y-Oh!” He gasped, taking out a bag of Skittles.

‘Happy birthday, Christopher!’ was written on every single candy bag.

“You’re absolutely crazy,” he laughed, looking at all the candy, “I didn’t know you can customize that,” he said, and at her quietness, he smiled, nodding slightly, “You can’t customize that, huh?”

“I know some people,” she giggled.

Chris laughed. Of course she knew people.

“Now go back to your party,” she told him.

“Will I talk to you tonight?” Chris asked.

“You already did. Don’t be so greedy,” she teased him.

“No, that’s not enough. I don’t even know how your day went,” he said.

“I’ll talk to you tonight,” she said, “Just call me when your party is over.”

“Time to throw everyone out,” he joked.

She laughed, “Stop that. I’ll wait for you.”

And while Chris and Y/N did talk later that night, he was oblivious to her planning on visiting him only a couple of days later since her schedule allowed her a two-day break, and she wanted to spend one day with him and the other with her family.

June 15th came and so did Y/N. She had no house or apartment in Boston, but she had visited Chris a fair amount of times during the time they knew each other, so she didn’t have trouble finding his house at 10 am.

Having been awake for an hour already, Chris was all fresh in a fitted white t-shirt and loose sweatpants, opting for comfort since he wasn’t planning on going anywhere.

But the moment he opened his door, he wished he put more effort into looking good.

There she stood; in a simple outfit that she elevated like she always did, two bags in one hand, two blueberry smoothies in the other, and securing a wrapped up frame against her chest with both arms.

“You’re fucking kidding,” Chris said, “You’ve got be fucking kidding me right now, Y/N,” his hand were on her waist in a second, pulling her inside as she giggled before he helped her with the frame, leaning it against the wall.

“Surprise?” She kicked off her heels, standing barefoot as she looked at him.

Chris moved his hands, removing her sunglasses from her face before he pressed his lips to hers, “Happy belated birthday,” she whispered.

He hummed, hugging her without a care to the goodies in her hands, “It really is happy.”

She had gotten him muffins and croissants that they both sat in his kitchen eating.

“I’m just here for the day,” she told him after sipping on her smoothie, her leg touching his under the table, “Sorry I missed your birthday,” she frowned.

“Hey, no,” he shook his head, “You got me the cutest gift and you-I can’t believe you decided to spend the day with me today.”

“Why?” She smiled, looking at her muffin in her hand, “Is it too hard to believe that I want to spend the day with the man I like?”

Chris’ stomach was in shambles, his eyes closing as he tilted his head back with a smile, “You keep saying stuff like that and I won’t know how to stop myself from kissing you.”

“I never said you need to be stopped,” she instantly said.

“God, Y/N,” he muttered, scooting her chair even closer to his before his lips were on hers.

She smiled into the kiss, only pulling back to talk, ”The candy wasn’t your gift,” she said.

“Hm?”

She shook her head, standing up to wash her hands before she was about to move past him. Chris was quick to hook a finger to one of her belt hoops, halting her movement and pulling her back.

“I’m just bringing you your gift,” she laughed, putting her hands on his shoulders as he sat.

“Be quick,” he said, smiling when she pecked his lips before leaving.

It was only his first birthday with them together, and although they weren’t official and had no labels, she knew she didn’t want to pass on the chance to see him beam; a sight she had seemed to love so much that she felt like she would go to the ends of the world to see.

“Can you just come here?!” She shouted from the living room.

It didn’t take him long to be with her, hands having a mind of their own as they were placed on her hips.

“Come on, open it,” she motioned towards the frame.

Chris sat on the couch, taking the big frame and placing it on his lap, “Is it a picture of you?”

“Yeah, how did you know?” She sarcastically replied, standing back with her arms crossed.

Chris chuckled, his hands working on unwrapping the navy blue wrapping paper.

His eyes fell on a picture. The Patriots team were stood smiling, Tom Brady standing in the middle with a sign.

‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CHRIS EVANS!’ was written in bold, black marker, and Chris’ eyes almost fell out of their sockets.

“Is this edited?” He asked, looking up at Y/N, “Y/N, is this—this is fucking edited, right?”

“Why would I get you an edited picture?” She laughed.

“Oh my God,” his hand went to his mouth, eyes wide as he looked at the picture, “This is-I have no words to say. I don’t-I don’t know what to say.”

She approached him, reaching to cup his face, making him look up at her, “Happy birthday, Chris.”

Chris sighed in contentment, standing up to wrap his arms around her, “This is the best gift I have ever received,” he said, “How did you even pull that one?”

With a giggle and a twinkle in her eyes that had Chris weak at the knees, she replied:

“I know some people.”

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The Third Widow || Barely Gone, Barely Here

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff X Fem! Belova! Reader.

Summary: Y/n Belova is the younger biological sister of Yelena Belova and the adoptive sister of Natasha Romanoff. Saved from Red Room by Melina & Alexei she now must adjust to a new normal. Going to school, recovering, and finding love in the eyes of another troubled teen, Wanda Maximoff. All while General Dreykov has his eyes set on claiming back what he calls his most powerful ‘widow’.

Notes: Flashbacks are bold, italic and start with ‘~’ | Written in second person. |

Translations: сестра (sister), плющ (Ivy), Мэри (Mary)

The Third Widow Masterlist

“I thought I’d find you here” Wanda smiled as she climbed up the large rock and sat beside you. “I needed to get away” you replied, your eyes rested on the flow of the river below. Today was July 13th, the day you picked to officially be your birthday. School was out for the summer as of last week, you suspension now officially over. “Not a fan of birthdays I take it” Wanda playfully nudged you as you shook your head, “I don’t feel as though I should be celebrated as Kate explained, not after everything”.

“Hey, I think you’re worth celebrating” Wanda smiled softly, but her words didn’t make sense to you, “you should hate me like everybody does. I’m not a good person” your eyes still watched the flow of the river as the sun kissed it softly with its orange colour. “Just because people who don’t know you have things to say doesn’t mean those who do you know you can’t celebrate you” Wanda replied in a comforting tone, slowly you turned your heard to look at her with tear eyes, “but the things they say, it’s all true” you spoke softly.

Last week you went to the mall with Kate and Yelena, Kate wanted some new boots while Yelena only went along for the chance of food, for you, you went to buy some art supplies with the $20 that Melina had given you. You promised you’d pay her back for it because you felt uncomfortable taking money from her, but she insisted that you treat yourself and that she didn’t mind. Town wasn’t fun, in fact the three of you didn’t last more than 5 minutes in the mall before Kate ushered Yelena out the doors with you following closely behind. The public now aware of the accusations made against you by Asya, people mumbled things to you as you walked by them, some called out things and others made the effort to say it to your face. Horrible things, things that you had already told yourself over and over. Yelena didn’t stand for it and bit back at a few people which is why Kate was so quick to get the two of you out of there.

Now, a week later, the only place you go to is the place Wanda showed you. It was quiet and peaceful here. It gave you a clear mind, fresh air, and nobody around to flood your mind with their small talk and conversations.

“They don’t know you, not like how we do” Wanda repeated, “their opinions are irrelevant” she adds. You want to believe her, but you struggle to understand how she can be so comfortable around you and not fear the actions you’ve done. Wanda respectfully stopped entering your mind to read your thoughts, she thought it wasn’t fair that she was about to know what you were thinking before you got the chance to speak but this time your thoughts were loud, and she couldn’t ignore them.

“I’m not scared because I’ve been in a position to do the same” Wanda broke your thoughts. You looked to her once again, “I had too” she added as her eyes fell to her lap, “Pietro and I had to escape…it was more than one” she looked back at you and smiled so softly you almost missed it, “I’m sorry” you spoke now feeling a bit of comfort in knowing Wanda know how you felt once again. “D-do you still see it?” you asked her, your thumbs twirling together.

“Like flashbacks? Sometimes but I have this trusty friend to help me forget about it” she smiled and pulled a cigarette but only fatter on the end that was a tan colour. “Is that why you smoke? To forget?” you asked. Wanda chuckled lightly, “oh honey, this is a joint. Different to a cigarette. These I don’t smoke around people, only when I’m by myself or I’ll take a hit or two at a party” she explained. “Oh” you mumbled. You knew what a joint was, but this was the first time you’d seen one. “Do you want to try? You don’t have too, no pressure” she smiled as she brought the joint to her lips and grabbed her lighter from her pocket. “No thanks, I’m not 21” you looked away as she lit the illegal drug.

“Oop! Мэри is back!” she chuckled; you rolled your eyes playfully. The smell from the blunt burnt through your senses causing you to slightly shuffle away from Wanda as she blew the smoke in the other direction. “So, what happened today? Yelena said you just left without a word” Wanda asked before taking another hit.

“I’ve never had a birthday before. It was uncomfortable being given gifts when I don’t feel like I deserve them and” your eyes fell to your lap again, “I miss my parents which is stupid as I don’t remember them… I don’t even know their names or what they look like…I just had to get out of there” you explained. Wanda wasn’t too sure what to say, she loved her birthday, she loved celebrating with Pietro and her parents. “I’m sure whoever they are they are looking for you and Yelena” Wanda spoke in hopes to bring you comfort. You shook your head, “Yelena doesn’t remember them either”.

“Maybe Melina might be able to help, have you asked her?”

“I couldn’t do that…she’s…the only motherly person I know now, I don’t want to hurt her feelings”

“I’m sure she’d understand, wouldn’t hurt to ask” Wanda took another hit, “are you sure you don’t want give it a try?” she handed the joint to you, but you shook your head, “I’m fine. Thanks, the smell is enough, I don’t want to taste that” you looked back to the river, “plus I should probably go back…I don’t want to worry them anymore” you added before standing up and brushing yourself of any dirty. “Well, I’ll still be here if you change your mind” Wanda smiled softly before you made your way home.

The walk home was just as quiet as the river, the sunsetting didn’t catch your attention when you reached the front door. The birthday banner still hung proudly in the living room as you entered to see Alexei, Melina and Natasha sat on the sofa’s chatting.

“You’re back” Natasha smiled softly, “is everything okay?” Melina asked. You nodded, “I’m sorry I left…I just…I’ve never had a birthday before” you spoke, your eyes falling to the floor, “I hope I didn’t upset you” you added.

“Hey, don’t be sorry” Natasha stood up and walked over to you, “we got a little too excited and wanted to surprise you, that’s all” she added with a small gift box in her hands. “W-what’s this for?” you asked as your eyes traced up from her hands to her eyes. “Just one last gift” she smiled once again. Nervously you took it from her hands and thanked her before opening it. Inside was a golden necklace, a coin sized base with a Hamsa hand, a moon with a star and a diamond.

“It’s called the Safiya necklace” Natasha spoke, “the Hamsa means protection and healing, the moon is a symbol of a celestial timekeeper with a gentle heart. The north star adjacent to the moon guides us on our journey. When I saw it and read more about it, it reminded me of you” she adds. You smiled at her softly, the idea was beautiful and meant more to you than she would ever know, “thank you” you took the necklace out of the box gently and put it on instantly. “I’m glad you like it, сестра” Nat smiled before returning to her seat.

“W-where is Yelena and Kate?” you asked.

“They went out to pick up your cake” Melina replied, Alexei had drifted into a nap without anybody noticing. “They’ll be back shortly” she added. You nodded then excused yourself, going up to your room your phone was sitting on your bedside table as it buzzed multiple times before you picked it up.

*23 texts messages* it read, all from unknown numbers.

“You’re disgusting! You should be in prison!”

“You’ll get what’s coming to you!”

“You should leave town for good before somebody does it for you!”

“Don’t bother showing your face again, murder!”

Message after message all gave the same message. Asya’s posters had travelled further than school and the town you lived in. Your phone buzzed a few more times with even more messages from unknown numbers, a few voice mails were left from missed calls.

“We’re back!” you heard Kate’s voice from downstairs, you sighed yourself before turning the device off completely and placing it in the bottom drawer of your nightstand then made your way downstairs.

“There you are плющ!” Yelena embraced you into a tight hug, something she didn’t do in front of others beside the day you were reunited with her. “Happy birthday, сестра” she whispered as she let you go from her arms. Kate wasted no time and crashed into you with open arms, “Happy Birthday!!” she said with cheer. “Thank you” you smiled softly as you let yourself hug her back lightly. “I suppose it’s time for cake” Melina entered the kitchen with Alexei behind her and Natasha following. “Could we please skip the song part?” you asked, Kate instantly shaking her head, “nope! It’s the best part besides eating the cake of course” she chuckled as she placed 16 candles into the chocolate cake before Yelena lit them with a match.

“It’s fine, honestly” you said, your stomach twirling with nerves from the attention being all on you. “Sorry I’m late!” a familiar voice entered the room as you looked over your shoulder and saw Wanda, the sight of her made your stomach calm. “I couldn’t miss the cake” she smirked at you.

“Haaaappy birthday to you!” Kate started the singing. Melina, Natasha, Alexei, and Yelena quickly joining in. You moved slightly so you were facing everybody as they sung while your eyes were stuck on Wanda who didn’t’ sing. She smiled softly at you, her presence making you feel better about how uncomfortable the occasion was for you. Once the song was over you blew out the candles and then the room was filled with the sounds of everybody clapping, everybody but Wanda. “Thank you” you spoke softly before cutting into the cake.

The rest of the afternoon was more relaxing than anything, Kate convinced Yelena, Natasha, and Melina to play a board game while Alexei was asleep on the armchair, crumbs from birthday cake sat on his beard, evidence of his three slices. “I have something for you” Wanda said as the two of you cleaned up the cake mess. You looked up at her, “don’t look at me like that. I wanted to get you a birthday present” she spoke before you could say anything.

She placed a book sized gift on the table before she took the left-over cake to the kitchen to cut up and wrap to keep fresh. Slowly you grabbed the gift and unwrapped it neatly. It was a black leather sketch book with your name impressed on it in a red foil, you ran your fingers over your name then you opened the book to a handwritten message.

“There is 365 pages in this book, drawing something for me every day, or don’t. But I hope you do – Wanda”

You smiled softly to yourself at her message then flicked to the next page when you saw a tiny arrow drawn on the bottom right corner.

“Happy Birthday, Мэри x”

You walked into the kitchen where Wanda was cutting the cake, “thank you, Wanda” you smiled at her softly. “Don’t mention it” she smirked.

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Yelena found you at your desk a little after 1 am when she and Kate decided to head to bed, the lamp on your desk lit up your sketch book perfectly as you drew the first drawing in your new book, a new memory you didn’t want to forget, your first birthday.

“You’re still up, good! I have something for you” Yelena’s voice broke your concentration, shyly closed over your book as Yelena entered your room. “I’ve had this for a while, I got a copy made…I know it’s not the same as what others have but…I held onto this everyday” she spoke, in her hand was a photo frame. You took it from her gently and turned it over to see a photo of you as a toddler and a young Yelena, it was taken in Red Room on the day Dreykov did every holiday in one to make life feel somewhat normal, but you don’t remember that, but the photo brought a tear to your eyes.

“сестра” you whispered as a tear fell onto the glass.

“I never forgot about you” Yelena spoke, her right hand rested on your shoulder. “Thank you” you got up and hugged her tightly, “thank you” you sobbed.

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During the week you felt things were getting harder, your phone had to be turned off completely as the text messages and calls were never ending and once people weren’t getting a reaction from you they started to stalk the house, throwing things at your window, breaking it multiple times, driving by and calling out horrible things late at night, anonymous letters were delivery daily which Melina would burn them without you noticing but you heard the conversations she had with Alexei and Natasha.

“This has to stop; it’s getting out of hand. The police have started to call the house” she spoke on night in a whisper. “What can they do? There is no evidence unless they know where Red Room is and even if they did, Dreykov would have them dealt with” Natasha replied in the same lowered tone. The whispers were no whisper to your ability to hear things from miles away, you hated this was becoming a bigger issue and you had no idea how to fix any of it. The only reasonable thing to do would be to put Asya in her place yourself but you sore you wouldn’t.

That day you snuck out of the house again, not telling anybody where you’d be going. You took your sketch book and pencils and headed for that one place that felt so distant from the world, the rock by the river. You arrived at the empty surrounds and sighed with relief that you’d be by yourself without interruptions, time to let your mind run as fast as it wanted, as far as it needed. You thought about leaving, running off and leaving the only people you knew as a family behind so that they could go on with their live and not have this dawning on them, but you knew you couldn’t leave Yelena, not again.

“I’m starting to think you come here more than I do” a familiar Sokovian accent broke your thoughts. You looked at Wanda and failed to give her any sign of a greeting, your eyes falling to the stones beside her, your mind never truly shutting off in her presence. “It’s one of those days, huh?” she spoke again as she made herself comfortable beside her. “One of what days?” you asked, noticing she had her lighter in her hand. “Just a crappy day, you know, days where everything feels like shit and you don’t want to stick around” she replied, you ignored the fact she’d read your mind.

“D-did you bring another, you know…” you asked as your eyes darted for her pockets, “joint? Yeah, like I said, it’s one of those days” she took the joint from her pocket. You watched as it sat perfectly between her fingers as she brought it to her lips to light. “C-can I try it?” you asked as the joint was lit. Wanda took the first hit and past it to you without a second thought, “draw some smoke into your mouth before you inhale it” she suggested as you brought the joint to your lips and did as she said then exhale with the same pace before handing it back to her, coughing a few times as you did so.

“It’ll get easier the more you do it, if you want to do it” Wanda smiled softly before taking another hit. Within minutes you felt relaxed and the thoughts you were having weren’t as bad, you looked at Wanda and asked for another go. “Don’t tell Yelena I was the one that introduced you to this, she’ll kill me” Wanda chuckled as you took the joint from her fingers. You ignored her comment and took another hit followed by a few more coughs on the hand over.

Another passed and Wanda was enjoying how relaxed and free you felt. You giggled at basically anything and suggested doing some random things that made her chuckle. “You know I didn’t know what caring for others really meant until I met you” you blabbered as Wanda watched you pace around the large rock you both sat on, “oh man, could you imagine if a bear just like came out of fucking nowhere right now?” your change in topic making Wanda laugh, “I’ve only ever seen a couple of bears out here but they seem to stay away” she replied, not that you were truly listening, you just giggled at her comment. “I just realised something oh my god!” you jumped to face Wanda who wide eye you with amusement.

“We cut down trees for paper on which to draw trees!” you pointed to the closed pine tree then start pacing again while giggling. “Oh god” Wanda chuckled, “I think you’re great” you said before climbing up onto the rock and laying out and resting your head on Wanda’s lap suddenly and closing your eyes. Wanda smiled softly and gently started running her fingers through your hair, you hummed with pleasure as the two of you sat in silence for a while.

Wanda couldn’t take her eyes off how at peace you looked, a slight sudden giggle here and there made her heart swell as she promised herself that she’d never let anything bad happen to you ever again. She wanted to protect you and show you things that you missed in life but right now, she was enjoying the moment.

“Can I tell you a secret?” you asked.

“Of course,” Wanda’s eyes watched as your lips moved, “I like you” you smiled softly, “I like you too, Мэри” she spoke softly. “No” you shook your head in her lap, “I t-think I have a crush on you” you admitted in an almost whisper. Wanda froze for a moment unsure what to say, she thought it was just weed talking at first but when she could hear your thoughts having a panic, she knew it wasn’t the drug. Her fingers continued to run gently through your hair as you lay comfortably in her lap, she opened her mouth to speak but you beat her too it.

“If you smoke weed on a boat, does that make it seaweed?” you asked as you opened your eyes, “I mean, sure” Wanda smiled softly once again. “We should do this more often, it’s fun” you added and jumped down from the rock. “Where are you going?” Wanda asked. “I’m hungry and I have left over cake at home, are you coming?” you turned to face her. “Oh, that’s not a good idea, how about we go back to mine? I have plenty of snacks” Wanda quickly jumped off the rock and gently pulled you into the direction of her house, your sketch book safely in her free hand.

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Wanda’s room was everything you expected it to be, it captured her with every look your eyes scanned the room. “Here, I found some potato chips” she handed you the packet as you took a seat on the edge of her bed. “Y/n…about before when you said that yo- “

“Just forget I said anything, please…I like our friendship…I shouldn’t have said anything but it’s so new to me and I wasn’t thinking…I’m sorry” you placed the bag of chips beside you. “It’s okay, I like that you like me” Wanda smiled softly as she walked over to you, “you do?” you looked up at her. Gently she brushes a lock of hair behind your ear as she looks into your eyes, “There is so much I want to show you” she spoke, her green eyes taking your mind off everything, “But you’re not ready” she adds, “and that’s okay because I want to take this slow, if you’ll let me”

You had no idea what she meant but you like the idea and nodded softly, “I’m glad” she whispered and kissed your forehead softly leaving you screaming on the inside.

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Wanda walked you home later that night, she text Yelena saying you were with that so she wouldn’t go into a worry. Quietly you snuck upstairs careful not to wake anybody as Wanda waiting outside until your bedroom light was switched off before making her way home. You didn’t struggle to fall asleep, you felt exhausted but also it was one of the best days you’ve had in a long time. You fell asleep remembering the feeling of Wanda’s fingers running through your hair and how comforting she was.

Yelena stayed up purposely making sure you got home before sending Wanda a raging text about how late it was and that you shouldn’t be out that late. Wanda ignored the text not wanting to ruin the giddy feeling you left her in, she fell asleep replaying the words you spoke about having a crush on her.

“Help! You have to help me please! he’s coming! Help!”

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