#I’m especially happy with Angie

[spittyfishy]

I fully can’t remember if I ever posted all of these lol, but Pokémon au designs! My v3 Pokémon au takes place in the Johto region (hence everyone’s teams being only kanto and johto Pokémon) and focuses on Maki, Shuichi, and Kaito journeying around battling rivals (Himiko and Kaede), defeating Team Rocket (Kokichi and Gonta), and taking on the gym leaders (the rest of the cast)!

[howlingdemon13]

Okay, I did this in like an hour because I need to get him done before the art show, but look at my babie!!!!!!!!!!!

[scoutswritingcorner]

omg can u do an angel dust x masc/male! reader ans husk x gn! reader (or huskerdust x masc/male reader either or is fine) that is basically the hozier song too sweet ☹️☹️ i think the song would work so well for them, esp since they both think that their partner could do so much better than them??

sorry if this ask is a little confusing 😭 my brain isnt working correctly

Sweet

HuskerDust x Male!Reader

TW: ANGST

A/N : I LOVE YOU SO MUCH- I WANTED TO WRITE THIS FOR SO LONG BUT KEPT PUTTING IT OFF-  

Husk sat behind the bar watching Angel as he was on his phone, it was too early for him to be up but Alastor and Charlie had pulled him awake for some odd reason. Which had subsequently made Angel wake up and go with him, you had yet to be awake or you were already awake just too busy. He didn’t really know. It wasn’t until the doors opened and you walked in still in your work clothes from yesterday, did you even sleep at all last night?

He watched you walk over, pressing a kiss to Angel's cheek as you slid them both coffee. “You sure you aren’t an angel, sweets?” Angel hummed as he held the coffee closer to himself and you chuckled, “No, I just know when you both wake up you both are grumpy until an hour later.” You hand Husk the steaming cup of coffee, “Thank you, Babe.” he grumbled out as you shot him a wink and grabbed your cup before excusing yourself to get busy with working. 

“He may not be an angel but he’s a fucking life savor.” Angel smirked at Husk, who only nodded and sipped at the coffee. Husk watched your form disappear down the hall, both men’s hearts were sent fluttering hearing your laughter echo down the halls of the hotel. Even if it was early, you were bright and bubbly as ever. Something that took even Husk to see, you were too sweet for both of them. 

~~~

Angel was never good at his emotions especially now when he was on a fucking chain. He hated being pitied and he even hated it when people tried to downplay his sufferings. So when he was pissed he did everything he could to strike hard and fast, pulling out the shittiest part of someone else and using it against them, allowing the venom to lace his tongue as he talked with so much anger that he was sure he’d break himself.

He stays away from his phone when working, he doesn’t need Valentino to find out about you and Husk, he’s scared to find out what he’d do. He knows you worry, he knows but he’s just focused on getting the job done to get home to you both, his loving boyfriends. Once he gets back to the hotel he immediately goes to the bar, Husk checks in on him softly while pouring him a drink. Soft whispers as Husk holds one of Angel’s many hands. Angel teared up as he felt you hug him from behind, the glass of whiskey in his hands shook, he was so tired.

 “Want me to run a bath?” You had asked softly, no hint of pity anywhere in your voice. Only the question that made his heart swell up in happiness. He sent a wordless nod towards you and Husk who had now busied himself to clean up the bar for the night. You pressed a kiss to his shoulder carefully squeezing him into a hug before quickly making your way up the stairs to start a bath for him. He sipped on the whiskey, allowing it to burn his throat as it went down, “..how did we end up pulling the sweetest demon this side of hell?” He asked, watching as Husk only glanced back for a second busy making sure the bottles were actually locked up. Charlie had made it into a rule so no one could steal any at night.

“I don’t know but I’m not afraid to say it’s a miracle.” He replied standing up to his full height to stretch his wings out with a yawn, “C’mon, Angie..let’s go get you a bath and some well deserved cuddles.” He whispered, holding his hand out to Angel, who graciously took it after knocking back the rest of the whiskey. “He could do better than us..” Angel whispered as Husk wrapped an arm around him, guiding him up the stairs. “..I know..” Husk whispered out his wings folding onto his back.

~~~

As you all laid in bed, you snuggled between both men as you carefully rubbed Angel’s back as Husk curled up behind you purring loudly. Both men dead asleep as you stayed up admiring them both. Their hands rested on your side, intertwined with one another, your hand stopped to rest on Angel’s lower back. Eyes slowly closing as both his snores and Husk’s purring allowed your body to fully relax.

Slowly drifting off to sleep you reached behind you to scratch at Husk’s cheek, which made him softly chirp and rest his head on your shoulder, “I love you both..you’re almost free to be who you wanted, just need a couple more days..hang in there for me.” You whispered out to be met with soft snores and heavy purring. 

You’d sell your soul to the Devil to make sure of it.

[f1version]

SANTA DOESN’T KNOW YOU LIKE I DO ‧͙*̩̩͙❅ MSC47

pairing: Mick Schumacher x reader ( she/her )

summary: Mick and you have been best friends for years, been through the good and bad, but feelings change and thoughts spiral. Will this holiday time make both of you realize that you could be the one?

warnings/info: fluff, best friends to lovers, miscommunication (they’re avoiding each other), kissing, a bit of anxiety, a try-to hallmark movie my way through fics. 

word count: 2.1k words

note: inspired on sabrina carpenter’s song! hope you like it, have a good day and happy holidays! 

snowglobe, a holiday special

DECEMBER 20, 2023

It’s cold outside; snow is falling everywhere but not with enough force to block the streets or close the stores. Usually, when the weather looks like this, you would call Mick and bake those cookies he loves. He would put on his ‘Emotional Support’ apron and pretend to help. You would tease him about how he never does anything, just there to eat, and he would laugh, eyes lighten up, and say something along the lines of—I just passed you the flour! or whatever ingredient he helped you grab from the shelf ten minutes back.

Sometimes you wonder how you ended up in this place, so desperately in love with your best friend, with butterflies in your stomach when he hugs you, a silly smile on your face when he tells some awful joke, and an enormous fear of telling him, sort of. It doesn’t matter; that won't stop you from baking cookies on such a pretty snowy day.

You: Wanna come over? I’m making cookies

Mick: Very busy right now

Mick: Just do them without me

You: that's alright

Here’s the thing: Mick’s been acting as cold as snow since the last time you saw each other a week ago. Nothing out of the ordinary happened, not that you are aware of; you were watching Hallmark movies together, and he decided to leave abruptly before the movie ended. Maybe it’s just an emergency, he said, but he’s been running away from you for days, your friends confused over the whole thing. 

You wonder if he’s noticed. Lately, your friends have spent a lot of time telling you how obvious it looks—shiny eyes paired with a never-ending smile. They have also suggested it’s mutual, which you hope because all you've wanted to do before your family's Christmas party is to confess, but who knows, maybe you’ve all been watching too many movies.

DECEMBER 22, 2023

“Are you sure you didn’t do anything to make him mad?” Alicia, your best friend, asks. She came in to leave some decorations for the party on Sunday, but one life update lent to another and of course, the Mick situation came up.

“It doesn't even seem like he’s mad at me,” You say because it’s true, you’ve known Mick long enough to know how he acts when mad,  “he’s just ignoring me.”

She sighs. “Then why don’t you ask him what’s wrong?” 

You’ve asked yourself that a couple of times, but the answer is still not clear, usually is as easy as walking down the street to his house but this time the thought overwhelms you. “Because I'm scared?” You answer, out of breath. “I don't know. I’m focusing on the party, especially because Mom doesn’t come back until tomorrow evening.”

“Honestly, my suggestion is for you to ask him before the party.” 

You sigh, knowing she’s right. The Christmas party is a tradition your families started eleven years ago, after Alicia, Gina, Esteban, Mick, and you decided to become inseparable at one of Mick’s birthday parties. This year it will be hosted at your family home, and with your mom away in Germany for a work conference, you’ve had your friends come around and help. They’ve all shown up but Mick. What the hell is his problem?

“I know Ali but,” Your phone starts ringing, Mickey is displayed on your screen with a picture of Mick carrying Angie. Alicia rolls her eyes and encourages you to take it with her head. “Hello?” 

“Hi. I'm panicking a bit,” he says, the background noise lets you know he's in his car. 

“Why?” You ask, forgetting you were having a crisis on this. “Is everything okay?”

He sighs. “It’s embarrassing, but I have no idea what to get your mom,” he says, and you laugh. Last year, you were having this exact crisis about Corinna.

You hum, thinking, “She wanted new pedals for her bike. Loved some she saw in Bike World; you’ll have to drive a bit, but I’ll send you the pic.” You put your phone away, change the call to speaker, and open messages, sending the picture your mom sent you a month ago. “There you go.”

“You are a lifesaver.”

You smile, letting out a laugh. “I know, idiot.”

“Bye, love you,” he says. Your calls always end like this; it’s a habit, so you mutter Love you back and hang up.

Alicia is staring at you, a grin on her red lips. “I hate both of you,” and she laughs, grabbing her keys and purse, about to leave. You’re somehow dumbfounded. 

“What?”

“Bye, love you. Love you,” she mimics, and you feel heat rise up your cheeks. “You guys really need to talk; I’m done dealing with him too.”

“What? Ali, it’s a ha-”

“I’m coming back at six”

“Alicia!”

“Just ask him!” She closes de door before you can even ask her to come back.

DECEMBER 24, 2023

Needless to say, you didn’t talk with Mick on the 23rd. Too busy dealing with the party and, as Esteban said, too busy avoiding the topic. 

Now it’s 7 p.m., warm lights tint the house while friends and family sway along the music in the background. Mick has been around since ten in the morning, bringing presents, a couple of ingredients that your mom was missing, and decorations, which he then helped put together. Now he’s just in full black attire, wine in hand, singing along to the song playing. Once again, you're too busy in your world to notice him approaching you.

“You always know which songs to play,” he says. Because he knows it’s your playlist reproducing. You know that’s one of his favorite songs.

“I try my best. But I also know it’s one of your favorites,” you answer, and he hums. There’s a void between you, one that hasn't been there before. It's not the tension when you fight or the longing when you're upset; it's not the excitement of seeing each other after months of traveling or the mischief when you prank your friends. It’s different—something that has been building itself for months—and you are too oblivious to understand what it is.

“You look beautiful,” Mick says, not looking at you but at his drink. He’s looked at you enough tonight, he thinks. You look up, suddenly feeling an outrageous urge to kiss him. Try and see if that’s the answer to all your questions.

He’s faster though, clears his throat, and says, “I’m going for more cookies.”

And he leaves. Your eyes stay on his back as he takes one cookie from the snack table. See him hum to the taste. You smile, bittersweet, What is going on, Mick? You want to shout at him, tell him in a million different ways how confusing all of this is, but that’s a talk for tomorrow; you’ve decided, you can't escape it any longer then.

"Shatz,” Someone calls and then says your name.

“Hm, yes, mom?” You ask, and it’s time to eat.

[ 10 minutes later ]

You are in the middle of dinner, or gossiping time, as Gina calls it, when Aunt Adelaide starts asking each one of you—the single, young members of the family and friends—about relationships. It’s not your favorite part, but a lot of fun commentary comes out of it.

Hearing your name, you know it's your turn. “Do you have anyone special yet? Maybe a secret boyfriend you don't want to tell us about?"

You laugh, “No, no. But I hope someone comes along this year.” First, you have to get over Mick, you think, and laugh a bit more.

“I have a neighbor I could introduce you to, dear. He’s a lovely young man.” She always has someone to present you to; it’s surprising. You try to go on dates with them, but they never end up working.

“I’ll think about it.” You say this as the loud sound of silver hitting the floor calls everyone’s attention.

Mick abruptly stands up. “I’m sorry,” he says as he picks up his fallen fork. He looks uncomfortable, like he’s had enough of the food, the music, or the topic. “Excuse me, I’m going for another one.”

The table has fallen silent. Aunt Adelaide is looking at you in amusement, a playful grin on her face. Someone nudges your shoulder, and you know it’s Alicia. Her eyes stand on a strange middle ground between confused and knowing, tilting her head in encouragement, like she always does. You also stand up, not so abruptly, but now everyone looks at you expectantly. “I’m going. Excuse me.”

You follow Mick to the kitchen; thankfully, it's far enough from the dining room that no one will bother.

“Mick?” You call once you’re there. His head is on his hands, and he is murmuring inaudible words to himself. "Mick, what is going on?"

He looks up, his hair messy. He’s overthinking, and you don't know what to do. You feel lost looking at him, far away from his thoughts and feelings. “What do you mean? Everything is alright.”

“You don’t look alright,” you say, shaking your head. “You’ve been acting strange.”

“No, I haven't. We’re alright,” he lies once again, picking on his thumbs.

You sigh, knowing this is when you talk about it—no script, no thinking, just questions and hope for answers. Whatever is budging him has his anxiety running in full force. “No, you’re not, and we're not; I have no idea what just happened, and you're acting as if you barely know me."

He takes a deep breath, runs his fingers through his hair, and looks at you with his deep blue eyes. You see questions being asked but don’t understand how to answer them. “It’s nothing; I'm just. It’s hard to explain; you won't understand.”

“I will try to understand then, like I always do.” You promise, taking two steps forward, close enough to reach out and hold him, "Just please talk to me."

“I don’t want to mess things up between us,” he says, sounding afraid. It reminds you of the time sixteen-year-old Mick broke your favorite perfume by accident. He didn’t want to tell you, too afraid you would stop talking to him. You really hope he didn’t break anything, material or not.

“You won't. I will be here for you.”

“I just want,” he stops himself once again. His eyes never leave yours, so you open yours a bit, waiting, listening to whatever he has to say, and it seems to work because he just says, “You."

“What?” You blank, not knowing what to say or do, not knowing if you understood correctly or if it’s the movie's effect once again. You see the exact moment in which he panics.

“No, fuck. I’m sorry, I.” He looks everywhere but your eyes, searching for an exit. Your first instinct is to grab his hand, keeping him where he is.

“I could,” you say slowly, looking at your now-intertwined hands. “I could be misunderstanding all of this, but, Mick,” you say, looking at him. He’s looking back, hope in his gorgeous sky blue eyes. “I like you, but no, not even. Mick, I’m so in love with you it hurts. I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while, but then you disappeared. You didn’t want to see me; you were acting different, and I got so worried, but I think...”

“That we are both idiots,” he says, a small smirk growing on his lips.

“Yes, yes, we are.”

He smiles and brings his free hand to your cheek, says your name like it’s meant for him to say forever. “I’m in love with you too, so much. I got so scared when I realized that I didn't just like you, that I couldn’t hide it anymore. And then our friends started saying how obvious I was being.”

“Same here,” you say, laughing. He moves his hand, pulling you in for a warm hug. It feels different than any other you’ve shared; the last two pieces of a puzzle you’ve been building together, finally finding their place. It’s a breath of fresh air. Mick’s hands are all around you, softly caressing your back, his head buried in your neck, leaving a small peck before distancing himself enough so he can see your face. You want to ask if it's appropriate to kiss him now.

But he's the first to talk. “Quick question."

“Shoot."

“Do I need a mistletoe to kiss you?” He asks, and you laugh loudly. Shake your head in embarrassment. Oh, how you love this man.

“As much as I enjoy the tradition, all you, Mick Schumacher, have to do is ask,” and now it's his turn to laugh, brings you closer while doing so.

“Can I please kiss you?"

You pretend to think about it and decide to tease him a little bit: “Is that what you asked for Christmas?"

“It’s the exact thing I asked Santa Claus for."

“Then merry Christmas, Mick.”

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[softtdaisy]

mick + "you slept like a baby. it was kind of cute."

Pairing: Mick Schumacher x female!reader

Words: 811

A/n: here comes my baby Mick. I’m soooo happy to finally write for him, I hope I did him justice 🥺

First, you heard some game noises. The one from your boyfriend’s favorite video game.

Then you heard some complaints in German. Needless to say there was only man you know that could be saying them.

You open one eye, trying to adjust to the sun shining in the room, then the other. You were still sleepy and your glance was a little blurry. But it didn’t take you long to recognize and remember where you are. The TV showing the video game you just heard, the poster of an old f1 gp on the wall, one his father won obviously, the shelf with all the trophies and all Angie’s stuff in the corner of the room. Yeah, no doubt. You were at your boyfriend’s place.

Your head was on his lap so when you turned around, you saw his beautiful and serious face. You loved how his blue eyes seemed bigger when he focused on winning his game. Or he was biting his lips without even noticing it when it got harder. The sun was shining on his face and it was like a beautiful painting. Yes, Mick was definitely an angel, as if you needed confirmation;

His face softened suddenly and a smile appeared on his lips. “Good morning, Mein Liebling” he said with a low voice, knowing that you just woke up. One of his hands left the controller so he could brush your hair with so much tenderness. If you thought about sitting up, you clearly abandoned this idea. How could leave his lovely touch and body when it was the most comfortable and safest place you know.

“You shouldn't have let me sleep” you yawned, which made him laugh. “We were supposed to spend the day together.” You felt guilty about falling asleep. Not you meant to. Mick came back yesterday from a two weeks trip with Mercedes. As usual, you had been studying a lot while he was gone. It was the advantage of being alone: except for when Mick texted you or called you to make sure you were taking a break, you could work as much as you want. The only problem was that you sacrificed most of your nights to do that. So when you stopped, all the tiredness hit you. 

The music stopped playing. You turned your head slightly to see that Mick put the game on pause. And before you could ask anything, his second hand meet your face to make you face him again. Then it was his soft lips that met yours for a lovely and tender kiss. You felt his blond hair brushing your forehead. “You needed some sleep.” he spoke against your lips. “So I let you sleep.”

That was pure Mick. He always put the others first. Not that he considered letting you take a nap a sacrifice. Especially considering he was home for two weeks and he had planned many things with you. But if you told him that you wanted to travel with him during his break, he would cancel all his plans and go with you. He would do anything for you, from doing the craziest thing to watch you sleep peacefully.

Mick sat up straight and helped you cuddle against him. "Plus you slept like a baby.” He laughed, still brushing your hair. You hit him in the chest, which, of course, made him laugh even harder. “It was kind of cute!" 

“You watched me sleep, Schumi?”

“Do I have to remind you that you didn’t fall asleep on my lap?” you frowned. You didn’t? You questioned Mick with a confused look and he answered by shaking his head. “I promise you didn’t. You were lying next to me, reading your book. I took it away when I saw you sleeping. I don’t know if it’s the movement or if you just remembered that I was more comfortable than your favorite pillow, but you ended up here.” 

It wasn’t a surprise. Anytime you were sleeping together, either you or Mick would find its way to the other. Even when you didn’t feel asleep in each other’s arms, you would always wake up with Mick’s body pressed against yours, his arms around you and, sometimes, his lips on your hair like he wanted to give you some love even while asleep. Anytime it happened, you saw it as a reminder that Mick was your soulmate.

Now that you were well awake, you didn’t plan on spending the rest of your day doing nothing. So you took the controller on the bed and gave your boyfriend a challenging look. “I heard you had some troubles, wanna fight?”

“You heard?” he answered, confused, but still looking for the second controller beside the bed.

“Well, you watch me sleep, I listen to you playing. It was kind of cute!” you added, trying to sound like him.  

[luveline]

omg! i love asf fred <3

what about Ghost getting flirted with by like a random guy, but it’s all respectful and sweet (not like that douche ex she had) and she’s super confused and Fred is jealous but he’s more of like happy that someone’s appreciating her so that she can see??? i have no clue if that makes sense but ily :)

thank you for your request I love you! fem!reader, 1.2k

cw mental health issues

Fred has no shame about watching you closely when you go places, and especially at Angie’s parties. You’re starting to come out of your shell, little by little, and tonight you’ve been swept away by Kate and Lee Jordan to attempt a game of beer pong. You don’t look very confident, but you do look beautiful. 

“She’s having fun!” George says. “Shall I go steal her back before she realises you’re actually quite boring?” 

“Fuck off. And if I ever lose her, you do too.” 

“As if. Me and Ghost are best friends forever, Frederick. Not that you could understand our bond.” 

They lean against the countertop in the kitchen less than twenty feet from your game. You’re in one of those dresses you’d been too afraid to wear a year ago, the blue one that falls in soft petals at your knees and fans out when you move. He has the urge to collect you and kiss the length of your arm, fingers to shoulder, to your baby length sleeve. 

“Watch out,” George says, “It’s Parsons.” 

Kelly Parsons is a nice enough guy. Fred and George used to call him The Smiler, because he would smile at anyone who so much as glanced at him like they’d made his day. He’s smiling now saying hello to Kate, who then, thankfully, introduces him to you. 

“It’s nice to meet you,” you say. You sound both tired and completely genuine. If Fred wasn’t in love with you already, your smile would have him falling. 

“I had to come and say hi to the prettiest girls in the room.” 

Fred blinks, his lips parting as George begins to laugh. 

“Don’t start,” Kate says. 

“I’m serious, you both look beautiful. Is there room for another player? I’m a professional at beer pong.” 

“We need another one!” Lee Jordan says. “You can be team Y/N.”  

You look just over his shoulder at Fred. Fred has enough sense to look somewhere else before your eyes can meet. The last thing he wants to be is the overprotective loser boyfriend. 

“How much can he flirt with her before it’s offensive?” he asks George eventually. 

“She doesn’t even look like she gets it,” George says. 

You’ve started to look like you’re begging to be saved, a strange smile on your face. Lee Jordan is sending Fred signals to move in and stake your relationship before Kelly gets any more bold, but Fred doesn’t want to. (Of course he wants to, he’d be quite happy to kick the legs out from under Parsons and sweep you into a princess carry). It’s nice seeing someone flirt with you, weirdly, because he knows that you think you aren’t that sort of girl. 

But it’s awful and he needs to put a stop to it. 

“You’ve got quite the arm on you,” Kelly says. “You have good coordination.” 

“Fred says that sometimes, but I think he says it just to be nice,” you say. 

Fred pumps his fist by his thigh. When he joins you at the table he’s calm and collected. “My ears are itching,” he says, “were you talking about me?” 

You nod softly, slipping into sidestep beside him. “Kelly, this is Fred. You’ve met, right? I bet so.” 

Fred has no qualms shaking Kelly’s hand. If his grip is a tad tighter than usual, it’s his business. 

“We’ve met,” Fred says with a smile. 

“Oh, good. Fred’s my boyfriend.” 

He thinks it’s a little sad that you sound unsure about it. He knows you know that things between you both are rock solid, or at least that he loves you more than anything, but you sound embarrassed to admit to it. You used to be embarrassed to talk —taking up space doesn’t come easy for you. Fred would never be offended at your tone. 

“Good to see you,” Kelly says. 

To his credit, he doesn’t miss a beat. Like Fred thought, he’s nice enough. 

Fred rubs your arm. He and Kelly share a look, both more casual than the situation calls for, like they’re trying too hard to pretend Kelly wasn’t just flirting with you. Or, Fred thinks so. 

“Are you winning?” Fred asks. 

You hold his gaze. “What do you think?” 

“You’ve won already,” he says. 

“I’ve had four shots,” you confess quietly. “I’m rubbish at this.” 

“What?” he asks. Four shots? He looks over at the table and the beer pong cups, finds they’re shot glasses and he’d guessed the wrong drink or the wrong game or both. Each shot glass is filled to the brim with spirit, and you and Kelly had clearly been about to lose. 

“That’s how the game works, right?” you ask. 

“They haven’t hit you yet, then,” he says. “Maybe you should sit down before they do.” 

“I’m trying to party.” 

“You’re doing a good job,” he says. He gives a sorry smile to your small band of gathered maybe-friends. “I’ll bring her back, I promise.” 

“Good! You better,” Kate says.  

Fred sits you down at the island and makes you a big glass of water to hopefully lessen the force of your quick drinking. “I know you don’t drink much, Ghost, but you must know four shots at once is a lot. And when Lee pours them they’re like doubles, sweetheart, you’re,” —you pull on his arm— “crazy. What?”  

“Kiss?” 

“You know he was flirting with you?” he asks, ducking down to kiss you as you’ve asked. He speaks against your lips. “Parsons? He was laying it on thick.” 

“Sort of. I didn’t notice at first. Sorry.” 

“No, no,” he says, stroking your cheek with his knuckles. “I’d flirt with you too. Not your fault.” 

“You do flirt with me.”

He kisses you again. You taste a bit sharp, but he couldn’t care less. “I do, don’t I?” 

Fred wraps his arms around you for an impromptu hug. His jealousy aside, there isn’t much else he could want from the world than for you to be as you are, happy, getting better, and expressing yourself in your lovely dresses. He presses his cheek to your cheek and tries not to remember how despondent you used to be. It’s on his mind a lot, he’s a worrier, but you hug him back with gusto tonight. “Freddie,” you say, rubbing his back with the tips of your fingers, “are you okay?” 

He presses a kiss to your shoulder. “Mm, I’m great. Got my girl, haven’t I?” 

“Be serious,” you say. 

Fred hugs you tighter. “I am.” 

“Okay. I love you.” 

“You don’t have to sound so shy,” he says. “I love you too, lovely. More than anything.” 

“That’s very much too much for a public place.” 

“Oh, you’re teasing me?” he asks. 

You laugh into his neck, forcing your face down into the curve of it as you hug him back just as forcefully. Your hands feel a little lax compared to your hands. A moment later, you ask, “Is four shots gonna make me sick?” 

“We are going to have a very good night,” he promises. 

[lenoraah]

𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴

pairing - mick schumacher x reader

summary - cute and (hopefully) short moments in mick and reader’s relationship written in headcannons

a/n - i also did this for Charles and Logan :)

☆ logan’s version | charles’s version

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height difference-

~if you’re a short girlie like me this one is for you

~I know Mick is 5’9/176cm but it’s okay, it’s okay

~i feel like height could seen like a teasing and cute thing in your relationship

~basic things like patting your head or resting his chin on the top of your head

~or they can slowly get dirty, like he has his hands on your hips and they slowly travel towards there when you in dress or you just woke up and you’re in a nightie or, i don’t know, panties

~back to other fluffy things, the classic ‘i can’t reach the top self’ or reaching up on your tiptoes to kiss him

~either you’re tiny and petite or the two of have a major seven inches/17.78cm height difference, it doesn’t really matter. he sees you as like a little gnome or tiny fairy that he has to protect

~oh and we can’t forget the, ‘one question, how’s the weather down there?’

dancing in the rain-

~ugh I love this idea for much

~i can imagine drizzling rain, lacy crème slip dresses, navy sweater and chinos and record players

~it would be after a fancy yacht party or a dinner date

~Mick would insist that the two of you would go right back into your apartment before you get sick but you would insist that a quick dance wouldn’t hurt

~even if music is a bit impossible on a sidewalk loud enough for the two of you to hear through the rain, there would definitely be some of that internal dialogue music

~however if it’s pouring rain, the two of you would find time to dance in your living room

~that’s where the record player come in

~i’m getting Lana Del Rey and Gracie Abrams vibes from dancing with a perfect blue eyed blonde boy in your living room wile it’s pouring outside

summer break-

~summer would be your favorite season

~it’s when the two of you can wake up next to each other without a rush and make breakfast together and stay up watching a cheesy movie together

~i can see hiking, swimming and to be honest any outside activity

~I live for the thought of you and Mick being parents to Angie

~going out for walks with her, watching her run around the beach following Mick

~all three of you would be so happy especially you and Angie

~because instead of having her whimpering in your lap whiling watching the race missing your boyfriend because he’s with the team at the race

~overall one more thing is that you are the one that has to remind him to wear sunscreen otherwise you’ll have a cute tomato- uh i mean a cute sunburnt boyfriend

teaching each other your mother tongue-

~we all know Mick speaks German

~if you do know another language than the two of you definitely teach the other person some basic conversation words

~he would also learn because he wanted to talk to your parents incase their English isn’t that well or they don’t know English and it would be nice to talk to Gina and Corinna in German

~you and him would learn to call each other cute nicknames in each other’s mother tongue

~can you imagine the look on his face when you call him schatz or liebe

~it would be so cute

~however if you don’t know any other language then he will still teach you some words

~okay one more idea, what if he propose to you in your mother tongue

~ugh i can’t with this and him

[eletricheart]

Hello, I really like your stories especially with Donna Beneviento. Can you do a Donna Beneviento x daughter reader again but the daughter died because Ethan Winters killed her when he's in the village. I wanna see Donna's reaction to the whole thing.

Withered flowers

(Donna Beneviento x daughter!reader)

*spotify lyrics

Word count: 753

TW: death, blood, grief

ps: i tried my best to give details of what grief feels like but it sort of feels like nothing so its a bit hard😭

ps2: sorry if this is too short, i hope u like it😔✌

ps3: there is literally no happiness in this

ps4: spotify song at the end

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You knew something was wrong the moment Donna returned from the Lords meeting with Mother Miranda. You could see her hands shaking while holding a flask and Angie unusually quiet walking by her side.

You knew better than asking, so you silently prepared some tea while Donna stored the flask. Angie stayed beside you, hugging your head but not making the usual jokes.

The dollmaker was grateful for not having to talk, she was aware that would have to eventually tell you what happened, but for one moment she wanted to pretend all was well. She wanted to pretend there wasn't a possibility you’d hate her or be disappointed. You were all she had. So for this one day, Donna wanted to be normal.

And that's what you did, you drank some tea and got into knitting. You followed your routine perfectly, not once questioning since she isolated often when wishing to protect you. You trusted her, she was your family.

It all changed when Mother Miranda called to tell about Ethan’s predicament at the Dimitrescu’s.

It happened so fast, one moment Donna was rushing you to hide, the other you had a scissor on your chest.

Ethan regretted it the moment he actually saw you, but it was too late, when the illusion faded he could hear rushed steps towards him, so he apologized and ran out with the flask.

You could barely feel the wound, your head was foggy enough to not hear Donna’s scream. The dollmaker was terrified when she saw him attacking you through a doll’s eye. She wanted to kill him, to make him suffer, but her mind cleared once noticing your bloodied form falling to the ground.

She cradled you gently in her arms, with one hand trying to stop the blood and the other caressing your face.

The woman, with her veil dropped beside her, tried to hold her tears unsuccessfully. “It’s gonna be okay, I’m gonna fix you, I promise, I can fix this, I can, I-”. She was cut off with a painful cough coming out of you.

You tried to speak but every breath was not only hurtful but tiring. You didn't want to leave her alone, you were trying so hard to stay awake you didn't even notice the tears streaming down. “Mom, I-I-.”

Donna gently silenced you, wiping your tears with her fingers. “Save your strengths, I know, I know. Angie is bringing a first aid kit, and you’re gonna be good in no time. You’re my baby, I’m not losing you too, I'm not.”

The dollmaker could hear the clock ticking, she didn't even know if she truly asked Angie to bring the aid, in fact there was a chance all her friends stopped functioning. She felt as if she was underwater, where everything is quiet and loud at the same time. She couldn't breathe even though air was reaching her lungs.

Donna kept holding you, saying it was gonna be okay. A part of her noticed when you stopped breathing, the logical side of her brain begging her to wake up, to do something. But she couldn't think, she couldn't feel, everything simply ceased to exist.

Donna was fully sobbing and yet not processing what was happening. She felt empty, as if all air had been sucked out, as if all light had been erased.

It hurt.

She kept saying it was gonna be okay, she kept crying and she kept begging to wake up.

She did not even remember her rage against Ethan anymore, nor what she was supposed to protect. Every plant around and inside her Manor withered in just a few minutes, all her defenses were gone, nothing was worth keeping anymore.

The distant gunshots felt like hope, the end to this soul crushing suffering.

At one point she was also laying on the floor, still holding you, still saying it was gonna be okay.

Donn knew grief too well, she knew the headache that came from crying too much, she knew the moment where the crying stopped and only a shell stayed in this world, she knew the ringing in her ears, she knew it all.

And she let it consume her, like all those past times. The dollmaker allowed the time to go by, allowed her mind to shut down while she waited for it to be over.

The woman did not care for the explosions, for the phone ringing or the banging on her door. All she saw was you, and you were gone.

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requests are open: masterlist

[vivaciousoceans]

My UPDATED Law & Order: SVU A.D.A ranking:

Last time my criteria was 1) Whatever ADA I could remember and 2) Who ever I liked more. This time I’m going to be a little more objective (just barely). I will be judging off of 1) Tenure 2) Conviction Rate 3) Likeability and 4) Legacy, not in any particular order of importance.

15: Michael Cutter - He was from the mother show which I didn’t watch, and he’s very unmemorable in SVU because he only appeared in 4 episodes. I do remember him only getting moved to Sex Crimes as a punishment for lying about having a bachelors degree to both the DA’s office and the New York bar, but of course he didn’t get disbarred.

14: Sherri West - She was a decent prosecutor, she never did anything explicitly wrong. She just wasn’t particularly memorable, except for the fact that she stopped being a prosecutor in order to have more money for her "shoe fetish", which is just odd, in my opinion. She only appeared in 4 episodes as and ADA, so that’s why she gets second to last place.

13: Mikka Von - She was so fine I wish I could put her higher. She only appeared in one episode, but she won her case by being crafty. Her little flirtation with Fin was cute, Fin deserves some eye candy after dealing with the tension between Benson and Stabler for years. I wish she’d gotten a few more episodes to really cement a legacy for herself, but alas.

12: Kim Greylek - If she had appeared in more than 13 episodes, I would be willing to put her higher because she had the makings of a great A.D.A. She had the experience working with abused women, she was tough, but she wasn’t likeable in the slightest. I think she felt like she had to be this ball buster because of what happened to Casey after working with SVU, but she was just rude. She even threw shade at Casey, which was just not a good look.

11: David Haden - The dilf who chose his job over a relationship with Olivia Benson. He was like one of the finest men Liv allowed herself to date, and he broke it off with her for a job he resigned from a year later. The only reason he isn’t lower is because he was a decent attorney. He only appeared in 4 episodes though.

10: Peter Stone - Where do I start with Peter? Well 1) He tried to convict Rafael Barba, 2) He tried to play daddy to Noah, and 3) He plagiarized Barba’s whole exit after only knowing Liv for what? Two years? He wasn’t a bad lawyer, he was actually decent, he just went through a lot of personal stuff, and he wasn’t as willing as other ADA’s to do what needed to be done in a unit like SVU. I’m reserving the right to be biased towards him, despite everything he went through.

9: Abbie Carmichael - She was also from the mother show, which again I didn’t watch. She’s only this high because she didn’t do anything egregious, worked well with the detectives, and Angie Harmon is pretty. She only appeared in 4 episodes.

8: Jo Marlowe - Stablers ex-partner, played by the incomparable Sharon Stone. Part of the reason she is so high is because of her legacy, she just came in and had such a strong backstory which we don’t get a lot for ADA’s. She also alluded to having an affair with Elliot, which makes me especially happy because I don’t like Elliot. She was only in 4 episodes, but she delivered in every scene.

7: Gillian Hardwicke - I didn’t put her on my last ranking list which was just an oversight on my part. She was a really good prosecutor, and that wasn’t easy for the cases she tried. She had a 92% conviction rate and kept being handed cases that were complicated. Her empathy for the victims, and her drive for justice was refreshing. I enjoyed her short, 10 episode long run.

6: Sonya Paxton - I am a Sonya Paxton stan. She had her issues, with alcoholism, being a pain in the ass, but she wasn’t afraid to go toe to toe with Elliot Stabler. I hated her death, I wish she would’ve had more than 7 episodes, but I truly think that dying so a victim could receive justice, was the best send off for her character. That’s a legacy that can’t be easily forgotten, which is why she’s so high.

5: Dominick Carisi Jr. - Detective Sonny was my sweet baby angel, but I haven’t watched many seasons where he was ADA, and what I did watch left much to be desired. That being said, his experience at SVU, combined with his mentorship from Rafael Barba, makes him an empathetic prosecutor with great courtroom presence.

4: Elizabeth Donnelly - Coming in at number 4, Liz is a force to be reckoned with. She mentored Alex Cabot and to a certain extent Casey Novak. She fought her way to the top after experiencing a major setback as a woman attorney, that could’ve very easily ruined her career. She was empathetic when she needed to be, tougher when she didn’t need to be. She was a great supervisor and her legacy can’t be forgotten.

3: Alexandra Cabot - Her legacy, her conviction rate, her likeablity, her chemistry with the detectives, none of it can be denied. She was the first permanent ADA and is still a fan favorite for many. She’s strong in her convictions, she’s strong in her values, even if that means bending the law to get true justice. Alex just is that girl in all areas of life, and the only reason she’s at number 3 is because she leaned on her nepotism a little.

2: Rafael Barba - A feminist icon, a political landmine, and the smuggest ADA to exist. He took the cases that no one would touch with a 10-foot pole, and even if he didn’t win them, he made a difference. If he was a real lawyer, he would be studied for his impact on case law. He is very theatrical in court, especially when it comes to cross examinations, he is a shark when it comes to closing statements. He was the longest serving ADA SVU ever had and that takes big brass ego. He knew the law like the back of his hand, and talked a mile a minute, what more could you want? The only reason he’s number 2 is because of his conviction rate.

1: Casey Novak - She was insane, unhinged and insane. There’s no other way to describe her run as a prosecutor. She took on major political cases only to seek justice. She went after a sitting judge, the US Military, and pharmaceutical companies. She was empathetic and sympathetic when she felt like she wasn’t on the side of justice. She had no qualms throwing cases where she knew her win would be the opposite of justice, and she risked disbarment to get justice for a victim. I can truly say she deserves this number 1 spot because of her conviction rate, her legacy, tenure, and likeability.

[gordismybabygirl]

Some of my random headcanons and opinions about Bully characters:

Gord is one of those, who sings in the shower, which is why he spends a lot of time in the bathroom (Don’t ask, I just know it).

In his heart, Bif dreams about a love marriage. Sometimes it is difficult for him to realize that when the time comes he will have to marry his cousin, maintaining tradition.

Ethan loves watching “Kung Fu Panda”.

Tom’s favorite horror movies are “Friday the 13th” and “Nightmare on Elm Street”.

Zoe is a fan of rock’n’roll and her favorite artist are Joan Jett, Metallica, AC/DC and Queen.

Johnny is definitely likes the song “Lola” by the Kinks, and when he’s alone he often listens this song while smoking and looking at some beautiful landscape (This is literally a picture that appeared in my head).

It seems to me that Lola feels a certain guilt and shame for her flighty behavior and deep down she sincerely wants to stop being like that and be faithful to Johnny, whom she really loves, but cannot help herself. She likes male attention, but the only one her heart really needs is Johnny (I hope that somewhere in a parallel universe they are happy and lovely couple 😔).

Angie and Christy are childhood friends. They have friendship bracelets that they made themselves.

Zoe seems like a girl who doesn’t envy anyone, especially girls. She’s just not a give a damn by a nature and isn’t particularly principled about who to be friends with (the main thing is whether she thinks the person is cool or not).

Despite the fact that Gord is studying to become a lawyer, he wants to become a model for Aquaberry clothing.

(I still have a lot of headcanons, but I’m not ready to share them, lol)

[raainy-daze]

Hidden In Plain Sight

halloween special !

2012 raph x gn!reader

summary: do you ever wonder about what’s really lurking around on halloween? what can so easily walk among normal people without even earning a second glance?

well, you hadn’t until you realized this principle could probably apply to your mutant boyfriend. the hard part, really, was convincing him to help you babysit.

word count: 2302

warnings for some swearing

a/n: welp, here you have it guys. by far the longest oneshot that is going to be in these seasonal oneshots. i don’t know if it’s because i had this more planned out, or because raph’s my favorite, or what. yknow actually now that i think about it it’s probably because im out of town and i write better in hotels for some reason. OH WELL whatever the reason, happy halloween!

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Ah, October, the month of spooks and scares. There’s a chill in the air, and celebrations have begun.

The moon was rising in the sky. It was a beautiful sight. It wasn’t full, but maybe the was a good thing. A full moon on All Hallow’s Eve would be quite the omen.

The crescent you had instead was arguably more beautiful, really. The clouds also quite added to the atmosphere. You would’ve grabbed your phone to take a picture, but you knew it would just come out blurry.

“(Y/N).” You were pulled out of your musings by a voice next to you. “That child is staring at me.”

Your attention was drawn to a child standing a few feet away from your front porch. A little girl dressed as Wonder Woman, her eyes were wide, and her father was distracted talking to one of the other neighborhood parents. Raphael was staring right back at her. He’d been on edge all night, and you could imagine why. He wouldn’t exactly be used to being up top without hiding, or even having any kind of attempt at a disguise.

“It’s fine. Kids don’t have a great grasp on ‘special effects makeup’.” You finger quoted around the cover story. “I had a friend do zombie makeup last year, little kids did not like it.” You reached aside for the candy bucket and held it out, attempting to ease the tiny Wonder Woman out of her fear. “Hey! Want some candy?” Only on Halloween was that not creepy.

With some encouragement from her father, she tentatively approached. “Trick or treat.” She held out her basket, and you dropped a Snickers in it. “Thank you!”

“See? She’ll forget by next week.”

You and Raphael were sitting on your front porch, handing out candy to the first trick or treaters of the night. For the first time in basically ever, Raph was without disguise in plain sight. It was Halloween, so you doubted mutants would bring much attention to themselves, especially with how good people were getting at costume makeup. It took significantly less convincing to get him to hang out with you tonight than you thought. You suspected some part of it was likely to spite Leo’s warnings, but hey, a win’s a win.

“So, when’s the kid going to be here?”

“Oh, Angie?” You checked your phone. “Any minute now, I think.”

“Trick or treat!” You looked back up and smiled, passing each child a piece of candy. “Why don’t you take a turn for a bit?” You held the bucket out to Raph, who only narrowed his eyes at it. “Alright then, geez. Grump.”

“Hey, I’m not a grump!”

“Yeah, sure, hun.”

Over the course of the next few minutes, you’d pass out candy to trick or treaters. When you saw a certain little girl in what you could only assume to be a yeti costume approaching, you set the bucket down atop a paper sign you’d made, which instructed those who read it to take two pieces.

“That’s Angie.” You nudged Raph, still sitting. “Hi, Angie!”

“Hi, (mr/ms/mx) (Y/N!)” She waved a hand at you eagerly. Mrs. Milner trailed behind her daughter, practically jogging to keep up. Her hair appeared somewhat frazzled. The woman herself often seemed somewhat frazzled, really.

The Milners were family friends, and you babysat Angie on the weekends more often than not. She was a sweet kid, if a bit hyper.

“(Y/N), hello!” Mrs. Milner smiled at you. “It’s good to see you. Thank you so much for this.” She reached into her purse before noticing Raph. “Oh, who’s this?”

“Mrs. Milner, this is my boyfriend, Raphael. Raph, Mrs. Milner.”

“And Angie!”

“Yes, and Angie.” You watched as she reached into the bucket on the porch, pulling out two Starburst candies.

“Oh, it’s very nice to meet you. Your costume is very impressive. Are you a samurai alien?”

“Uhh, sure.” Watching Raph stumble as he attempted to adapt to this environment was… well, it was entertaining to say the least. It seemed like everything cut him off guard. “Ninja, technically.”

“Oh, I see!” Mrs. Milner pulled out a wad of cash from her purse and handed it to you. “Thank you again, (Y/N), it means a lot.”

“No problem! I’ll drop her off at your house in a couple hours.”

Mrs. Milner gave you a grateful wave of the hand and began strolling off. “Have fun! Angela, be good!”

“I will!” Angie waved back at her mother. You were pretty sure she already had one of the Starbursts in her mouth.

“Hey, no more candy until we’re done, okay?”

“Okay,” she spoke with her mouth full. You turned back to Raph, who was standing somewhat stiffly.

“It’s alright if you want to go on home, Raph. You don’t have to stay.”

“No, no! I’m fine! Why wouldn’t I be fine?” As per usual, he immediately jumped to the defensive.

You shrugged. “If you’re sure. It’s fine if it gets a little too much, though. Angie, you ready to go?”

“Mm-hm!” The girl instantly jumped up from her gremlin crouch on the porch. She was practically jumping up and down; you couldn’t help but wonder how much candy she’d already had today.

With that, you were off. From the moment you began crossing the street, Angie was pestering Raph with every question she could think of.

“Why are you coming with us?”

“Because (Y/N) asked me to.”

“Why is your face green?”

“Face paint.”

“What are those?”

“Sais.”

“Can I hold them?”

“No.”

Angie ran up on her own to the first house. She was outgoing enough that you usually could just stand back and keep an eye on her.

By the third door down, Angie had already successfully begun tearing at Raph’s nerves.

“How is it that one kid can talk so much?”

“She’s six, she doesn’t have a filter yet.”

“Hey, cool costume, dude!” Every time someone passed and made a comment on Raph’s ‘costume’, he seemed to tense up a little more. This time, he instinctively reached for your hand. You gave it a squeeze. “You’re sure you don’t need a break?”

“What, you calling me weak?”

“Being overwhelmed isn’t the same as being weak, Raph.”

You were met only with a huff. Angie came running back up to you. “They’re giving out full size candy bars!” She waved a Hershey bar in your face. This house gave out candy bars every year, but you weren’t going to point that out.

“That’s so cool!”

And so you continued around the neighborhood. Angie started asking you to go up with her at the more creatively decorated houses. You couldn’t help chuckling at the giant skeleton in the Delaney’s front yard. Where do you even get a lawn decoration that size?

“Trick or treat!”

“Oh, now aren’t you the cutest… white monkey?”

“No, I’m a sasquatch.”

“Oh, I see!” Mr. Delaney dropped a small bag of M&Ms in Angie’s basket. “And what are you supposed to be, (Y/N)?”

“I’m the scariest thing of all. A normal person.”

Mr. Delaney chuckled. “Oh, remember when you were little and you came in that Disney costume? Oh, which character was it…” You glanced back at Raph, knowing you’d be here for a couple minutes. Mr. Delaney’s nostalgia always took up a bit of time for Halloween.

By the time Angie successfully got you away from the old man’s stories, Raph seemed to have eased up a bit. He didn’t flinch at people anymore, at least. Angie ran ahead again, to no one’s surprise. “Hey, stay close!”

“I will!”

You slipped your hand back in Raph’s. “Well? How’s all this?”

“I have had three different people try to start a conversation.” Time for your favorite game! Is Raph pissed, or does he just have resting bitch face? “People up here are too social.” He’s pissed! You weren’t sure the ‘resting bitch face’ theory ever proved true. “Other than that, it’s pretty okay though. But I swear to god, if that kid asks me one more question-“

As if she heard that statement and decided she did, in fact, want to drive Raphael to the brink of insanity, she ran back up to the two of you, attention directed at him.

“Mr. Raph, what’s your favorite candy?zl

He seemed to just stare in disbelief at Angie. You wanted to say you had enough faith in him to not loose his temper in front of a child, but maybe it’d be better to step in anyways.

“Raph likes Twix. Twixes? Twixi.” You paused. “I don’t know the plural.”

“Pretty sure the answer is ‘none of the above’.” Raph raised a non-existent eyebrow at you.

“Shut up.”

You came up to the Carters’ house. The Carters were known for one thing around the holiday season, and that was how all-out they went on their decorating. Whenever you watched Christmas with the Kranks, you couldn’t help but think of the Carters.

This year was certainly no different. The trees across the front lawn were covered in fake spider webs, and the arch over their front door had been decorated to look like a mouth. You even thought you noticed some fake blood smeared here and there.

Angie had hidden herself behind you, just as most six year olds would. “Spiders. No.”

“They’re not real, Angie.”

“But spiders!”

“Do you want to skip this house?”

Angie looked up at the house, as if examining every risk factor. “No…”

“Well…”

Raph tapped your shoulder. “I’ll take her.”

Of all the things you weren’t expecting. “You sure?”

“You’ve asked me that, like, two dozen times over the last hour.”

You took that as a yes. “Okay then.”

Raph crouched down. “Oi. Kid. Come on.”

“But I don’t like spiders.”

“Does anyone like spiders? Look, they’re not gonna hurt you. And hey, if they wanted to hurt anyone, they’d go for the kid in front first. You’d have plenty of time to run away.”

Angie narrowed her eyes. “But they can’t move.”

“Exactly.” You could practically hear the ‘says who?’ he bit back.

Angie had been coaxed towards the door within just a couple minutes. You stood on the sidewalk, trying to process what the hell just happened. Raph never would’ve done something like this without an ulterior motive. Or at least an ulterior motive to use as an excuse. Especially not in front of so many people, even if they were strangers.

Your questions were answered when he came back into sight, munching on a Kit-Kat. You should’ve figured.

“The spiders didn’t eat me!” Angie smiled at you.

“Yeah, I see.”

Raph handed you the second Kit-Kat in his hand. “Grabbed one for you, too. If you’re going to take a kid trick or treating, you should at least take advantage of it. I mean, c’mon.”

You laughed, unwrapping your own chocolate. “Fuckin’ bastard.”

The Milners’ house was just on the next block. You let Angie collect candy from the last couple houses, and then you walked up to her own porch with her. You rung the doorbell for her, and were quickly answered by Mrs. Milner.

“Trick or treat, Momma!” Angie threw her arms open.

“Oh, well what a surprise!” Mrs. Milner laughed. “Did you have fun?”

“I had lotsa fun! Look at all my candy!” She held her candy basket up to her mom. You smiled and looked up to Mrs. Milner.

“Was she good?”

“She was great. Good luck with the inevitable sugar rush!” You quickly briefed Mrs. Milner on the night, Angie occasionally interrupting with her own story. You were astonished that Raph made it through the entire interaction without any sarcastic comments.

Just as Mrs. Milner was about to shut the door, Angie exclaimed, “Wait!”

She stepped up to you and Raph again. She set one of your favorite candies in your palm, and a Twix in Raph’s.

“Happy Halloween.”

You grinned. “Happy Halloween, Angie.”

“Happy Halloween, kid.”

You and your boyfriend began the walk back to your house. “See? She’s not so bad.”

“Yeah, sure. She still talked my ear off.”

“But she gave you candy.”

Raph didn’t respond, probably due to the fact that he was in the process of chewing said candy.

You fished around in your pocket, and pulled one of the two twenty solar bills Mrs. Milner had paid you with and handed it to Raph. “Here you go. You helped, so you get half the pay.”

Raph looked down at the money, and back up at you. “(Y/N)?”

“Yeah?”

“How often do you think I actually use money?”

You paused. “… Just appreciate the feeling. Money, capitalism, yay. Isn’t that nice?”

Raph grinned. “Yeah, sure.”

As you climbed back up on your porch, you picked up the nearly empty bucket you’d left. The last trick or treaters of the night were beginning to filter out, so you thought it was a good time to take the rest for yourself.

“Come on, you enjoyed yourself, admit it.”

“Okay, fine, I enjoyed myself. You happy?”

“Very.” You grabbed your keys and inserted them in the door. “Tell the guys I said hi, okay?”

Raph nodded. He took a step in the direction of the street, but quickly backtracked and gave you a kiss. It wasn’t long, more a peck than anything, but you always enjoyed any kind of kiss from him.

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight. Don’t let the bed-ghouls bite!” And Raph vanished into the night.

You glanced one last time at the sky. You internally said ‘fuck it’, and pulled out your phone to take a picture. It came out blurry, just like you were expecting, but it was a nice way to commemorate your first Halloween with Raph.

[safetycar-restart]

okay so my brain is braining and i’m thinking about how the littles would react to snow? i feel like the older littles like Mick would love playing in it but there’s also the littles like Arthur or George who i just feel like wouldn’t enjoy it because they regress so young? i don’t know just a thought. anyways have a good day/night!

🔙🦴anon

Aw I love this!!! Cute little space content is so so good I love it. I'm gonna talk a little bit about some of the littles here and I'm happy to discuss any of these ideas more in future asks :))

LITTLE!MICK:

Mick LOVES snow!! It's so much fun!! And he gets so excited, so much so that he'll actually see snow and it tends to trigger him to regress? He associates snow with little space, with playing in the snow with you and Angie.

He especially LOVES snowball fights!! Though his aim is absolutely terrible in littlespace so you have to move really really slowly to let him get some hits in.

LITTLE!LOGAN:

We've said this before but I'll say it again: little!Logan regresses older as well, and he just LOVES doing activities with you? He's well aware that he doesn't regress as young as some of the littles and it makes him insecure because he feels like he's not as fun to care for?

Which is to say that Logan loves spending time together, and loves one on one time. So when it snows he gets so excited because you can make snowmen together! And snow angels!

LITTLE!ARTHUR:

Arthur is not a big fan of snow, because he's not a big fan of the cold, it's too cold!! Arthur doesn't like temperature changes, be it hot or cold either way he doesn't like it.

But then you show him how when it's cold, it's perfect for cuddles under blankies! And then he's a very happy little boy again, snuggling against your chest under a comfy blanket and listening to you reading him stories. It's also the perfect time for warm milk!!

LITTLE!GEORGE:

I think little!George would actually be excited for snow at first, because it's so pretty! But then he goes outside and he realises snow is cold and wet and he HATES it.

He actually starts crying, because it's not nice!!! You quickly pull him inside for a hug, telling him that you'll show him what else can be done when it's snowing. You make some hot cocoa and put it in his bottle for him and then set up some pillows and blankets by the window so that you two can watch the snow together.

[h5eavenly]

ofc i’m extremely happy ppl are reading and enjoying Fallen Star so i hope they don’t take this the wrong way…but it lowkey seems like a lot of ppl don’t care about character/plot development. they just want to cut straight to jake falling in love with yn immediately just bc he rooted her lol. give my guy a chance to at least get to know yn first pls, like he didn’t even know she had a sick brother until her coworkers told him lmao.

ofc i can definitely understand ppl getting excited and maybe overthinking jake’s behaviour towards yn. it’s a jake fic, so ofc he’s going to develop feelings for her as the series progresses. however, so far there’s been so many important details that ppl have glossed over or haven’t questioned about jake and yn’s characters. for example, why yn immediately assumes jake only paid for niki’s hospital fees bc he wants her body, and her inner monologue about believing she’s just a body to be used. or why jake even wanted to pay niki’s hospital fees. or what relevance niki’s chronic illness and backstory even has to the series. or what jake meant when he promised jay that “it’s not like before” when they talked about his hands. or why jay and jennie never told yn about jake’s ocd symptoms. or even wondering about jake’s past in the band and why he told soojin he can’t pick up a guitar without thinking of “her”. or how all of these examples are even relevant to jake and yn’s relationship yk.

i know i’m probs getting too in my head about it, but there’s just so much more to the series than purely: blunt boss jake roots assistant yn, they bicker, he gets jealous and realised he’s in love, they confess, the end. also tbh in what world do ppl immediately become whipped for their annoying assistant/root, without getting to know them a bit first lmao??? especially when they’re closed off and logical like jake or emotionally all over the place like yn imo.

again i hope ppl don’t take this the wrong way, as i’m so grateful ppl are reading the series bc Angie is such a talented writer. but i think that’s exactly my point, that it just gets a bit disheartening sometimes seeing the interactions be solely either 1. jake’s supposed feelings for yn that so far haven’t actually been shown or 2. him supposedly being an asshole just bc he’s blunt and logical, when realistically yn has actually lowkey been the asshole for not respecting his boundaries and her tendency to assume the worst of him.

i know i sound like i have a stick up my ass but i just wish more ppl paid attention to how much time and effort Angie spends bringing this series to life and that if she wanted to create just a typical boss roots assistant then gets jealous and falls in love fic, then she wouldn’t have gone to all the trouble of including so much detail about the characters and storylines. she’s also way too nice of a person to say any of this and i know i can come off as blunt or rude without meaning to sometimes, so again pls don’t take this the wrong way. i just wanted to be the sacrificial lamb, share what we’ve been thinking lately and some perspective of Angie’s incredibly detailed efforts. ofc we’re also open to constructive feedback or if you just feel like telling me to stfu and get over it then that’s fine too lmao. anyways love you all sm regardless and thank you for enjoying Fallen Star🖤

p.s. 🤺 yes angie i used ‘root’ to remind you that term exists in jake’s vocabulary bc i love giving you the ick and bc i’m still petty that he stole my childhood dreams

i do appreciate you speaking out you said everything that ive been thinking and going through internally better than i ever could, i’ve been struggling with speaking out without being misunderstood or sounding ungrateful yet thats not how i feel at all. i am grateful for every single person that reads a word from me however it’s unmotivating and disheartening when i work so hard on smth (like fallen star) and work so hard on details and building characters yet none of it seem to be acknowledged let alone appreciated.

i understand that not everyone wants a deep story with a lot of details and build up and i understand just because i’m a person who likes analyzing everything when i read doesn’t mean ppl are gonna be the same but at this poinnt everyone that is reading doesn’t feel like they’re actually reading and so its so unmotivating idk what else to say i even told laces (you!) how i feel like idek if anyone is enjoying fallen star for what’s it actually is.

[solitaireships]

Honeymoon

As my wedding day with Mark gets closer to ending, I wanted to have a fic to celebrate the ocassion! Specifically, I wanted to have this be a honeymoon fic (if that wasn't obvious from the title lol). Shepard and Mark get to have a little chat at the beach about family, and not being able to have your family with you for a big moment like a wedding

Rating: Teen

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, a bit of fluff

Words: 1185 words

Divider by saradika

Content warnings: Discussion of alcoholism and death

Shepard hasn’t been to the beach in years. When Mark had suggested that as a honeymoon spot, she wasn’t sure about it. She’s always gotten hot easily, and she hates being around sand. But with the charges against Mark being lifted, he has more freedom now than he has in a long time. So when he said in their wedding planning that he wanted to go to the beach for their honeymoon, Shepard was happy to oblige.

They’re not at a popular destination, but they made sure to get a room at a nice resort for a week. It has beachfront access along with a massage parlor and restaurant built into it, and the poolside bar is nice to have even though Shepard doesn’t drink. She’s able to enjoy a virgin pina colada on the beach with Mark thanks to it, and that helps keep her occupied as she tans on a beach chair next to her new husband. 

Even if Shepard doesn’t like the sand, she does at least get to enjoy the view of Mark in his beachwear. He’s wearing a Hawaiian shirt with the buttons left undone and a pair of black swim trunks. His tinted lens sunglasses look good on him too, reflecting the sun off of them as he takes a sip from his margarita.

She does worry about him drinking, though. He’s been sober for a long time now, but Shepard’s aware of how slippery of a slope addiction can be. She trusts Mark, more than just about anything, but she still worries about him. 

Especially when she can tell he’s upset about something. Mark has never been the most emotionally expressive, but he’s quieter than usual and there’s a tense set to his jaw. 

Shepard hopes that he’s not drinking because he’s upset. This trip was supposed to be fun for them, a chance to go out and do something just for the two of them. If Mark’s upset about something, she needs to know what. At least then she can give him some kind of comfort.

Shepard cuddles up to his side, resting her hand on his belly. 

“We’re going to sweat to death cuddling like this,” Mark points out. 

“At least I’ll die with my husband, then,” she says.

Mark gives a dry laugh in response. “You need a little more of a survival instinct than that, sweetheart.”

“I have plenty of survival instinct. And I’m good at noticing when you’re upset.” Shepard rests her chin on Mark’s shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he assures. “I’m happy to be here with you.”

“But?”

“But…” Mark wraps his arm around Shepard, reaching up to toy with some of her hair. “Angie should’ve been there for our wedding.”

“Ah.” 

Shepard can’t blame him for being upset about that. Getting married is big, and that’s the kind of milestone you’d want your family to be around for. Angelina was all that Mark had, and she died before she could have seen the day he got married.

“I bet she would’ve been happy for you,” Shepard says.

“And thought I took my damn time getting married,” Mark says. He sighs, running his fingers through Shepard’s hair. “Christ, I’m almost fifty.”

“It just took you a while to find the right person.”

“Well, you’re definitely the right person.”

Mark turns his head to press a kiss to Shepard’s forehead. He’s quiet for a moment. Shepard lets him take his time. She knows he needs it sometimes to work out what to say. Emotional talks aren’t his strong suit, and especially not ones about Angelina. It’s hard to imagine just how painful it is to lose your only family— if she’s honest, she thinks she’d end up burning her whole life down too if her sister died. But it's deeper for Mark with the layers of his and Angelina's relationship. He practically raised her, and her death tore a part from him that can never come back even as things have started to turn around for him.

Eventually he says, “You know I’m happy with you.”

“Of course I know that,” Shepard says. 

“It just seems wrong that she missed this. She always loved weddings and that kind of stuff. She would’ve been all over trying to help with the planning and that kinda thing if you’d let her.” Mark sighs. “And it pisses me off that she wasn’t around to see mine.”

“It’s not fair,” Shepard agrees. 

“It sure as fuck isn’t,” Mark says. He takes a long sip of his drink. “I don’t know why I’m thinking about it so much right now.”

“Probably because it’s a family thing. She was your only family, and now we’re making a new family. It makes sense that you’d be upset she’s not around to see it,” she points out. 

“Guess so,” he says. 

Shepard knows that’s probably as close to an agreement as she’ll get from him. It’s still hard for him to admit that he’s hurting. But she’s here for him, and she hopes that he knows that she’d be with him through anything. Dating while he was in hiding wasn’t easy, and integrating him back into the world after his charges got lifted wasn’t easy either. She’s stuck with him through everything, and she doesn’t think that there’s anything at this point that she wouldn’t be willing to get through as long as Mark is with her. 

Mark sighs, looking down at his drink. “Is that pina colada good?”

“Yeah?” Shepard replies, not quite sure why he’s asking. 

“I’ll get one too later. I should switch to virgin stuff,” he says. 

“Sounds good. We can treat ourselves to all the virgin options,” she says.

Shepard’s proud of Mark. She won’t say it outloud because she knows that he’d get embarrassed and try to brush off the compliment. But that he’s able to recognize when to stop drinking is a good thing, especially since she’s sure thinking about Angelina is a trigger for him. Her murder is what led to him binge drinking, after all.

He’s grown in so many ways in the time since she’s met him. Mark’s not the same person that Shepard met back in that ruined bathroom, chained to the wall by a bruised leg from his attempts to escape. And she doesn’t think that she’s the same person who found him either. Both of them have changed, and she likes to think that it’s all been for the better. 

Shepard presses a quick kiss to Mark’s cheek, her lips brushing against his scar. His skin is hot beneath hers and she can taste sea salt.

“I love you,” she says. “And I’m so happy that you’re my husband.”

Mark grins in response, reaching around Shepard to take her drink from where it sits on the table beside their beach chairs. She makes an offended noise as he takes a sip from it, but doesn’t object beyond that. Not when he gives the glass back to her, letting her drink from it too. 

Mark rubs one hand down her back, and he says, “I love you too, wife.”

[letsgetrowdy43]

For Angie and Nico

-Telling the team and their reactions

-The team being protective when the rest of the league finds out

-Nico’s last game she wears Hischier instead of Chandler on her jersey?

-The daughter’s first time skating and both Nico and Angie crying but happy tears

-After Angie retires, she maybe gets pregnant and they have another daughter or maybe twins, a boy and a girl

-The wedding for sure. Are the Hughes boys her “bridesmaids”? She does a first look with them and ices them?

-More on her relationship with Nina and maybe the WAGs?

Sorry I just really love this AU lol

Omg, please never apologize for requesting things for this AU, a few months ago. I almost discontinued it because I felt people were disinterested in it so to see people loving it as much as I do warms my heart 🩷🩷

I’m gonna answer most of these questions, but a few of these are future fic ideas so I’m not gonna go into too much detail—

I’m gonna do a little fic on this soon, but it’s kind of safe to say most of the boys knew, that the moment that solidified the relationship for them was after Angie accidentally publicly kissed Nico following a preseason win. not too much detail, but I will be writing about this soon!!

The boys were always really protective of her, they’re like a family so it’s safe to say that when someone’s disrespecting her, they’re disrespecting all of them and they have no issues starting issues to right said wrongs. When the rest of the league finds out though there is a lot of chirping and a lot of comments thrown her way both on and off ice, mostly about her personal relationships, especially about sleeping with her captain, and to be frank her teammates do not take it lightly whatsoever. They stick up for their own when it's needed, and anytime Angie is spoken to in ways that they don’t deem respectful they will do everything in their power to defend her!

I talked about this briefly, but I think legally they decided to hyphenate their name to Chandler-Hischeir. I went into a little bit of detail about their relationship being very give and take, and this little notion highlighting how equal they view each other with marriage. That being said on the ice, they do keep their separate names, mainly because Angie wants to be known as an individual throughout her career rather than an extension of his.

I think I’m also gonna do a little thoughts/fic about them as parents and their daughter. But for now, I’m going to share that Nico is the more emotional parent. It’s very safe to say that he has a really big heart, and he wears it on his sleeve. They are both very soft and gentle people, but he’s more of the crier and the more outwardly emotional parent in their dynamic!!

I haven’t overly thought about the concept of them having more kids, I kind of like them having only one daughter, but I wouldn’t be opposed to the idea of her possibly thinking about pregnancy after retiring!! I think that’s a really big part though if there were to be more kids in their future, it would be she decides to end her career. I am really open to the idea of more kids if that’s something you guys may want to talk about!!

I’m gonna do a long fic about their wedding!! But to highlight some of the involvement of the Hughes family, and a few other people, I will say that Jack will be her “man of honour”. Trevor, Cole, and Alex will be giving a speech in honour of watching her grow into the woman she has become and in an ode to her USNTDP days. I think both her father and Jim would walk her down the aisle, and do a father-daughter dance with her. And I think Ellen and her mom would give a speech together, and she would be wearing Hughes heirlooms because Ellen never got to have a daughter to pass them on!! So many little ideas and thoughts that I am dying to write and I’m so excited to write something so soft and gentle for their wedding!!

Adding onto that, I don’t think Luke and Quinn would necessarily be in the wedding party for her, but they would have a lot of involvement and be extremely emotional the entire day :)))

And lastly, I think she’s close with Nina and the wags. I said this before, but anytime Nina is literally around Angie, Nico becomes a whore for his girlfriend’s attention, which is both endearing and so funny!! With the wives, I think she’s close with Nicole because she has such a strong relationship with Jesper. I also think any of the Hughes brother's girlfriends would be very close to her because they are like her brothers and she would be around all the time (plus she has such a strong need to bully them and what better way to do it than with their partners!!). But she has a good relationship with all the wives and girlfriends of teammates, they all have this ongoing joke that Nico is her wag rather than the other way around, and she loves hanging out with the girls because she honestly does not have a lot of female friends and she misses being a part of girlhood!!

[fluentmoviequoter]

I love love looooveee your Victor Vale fics, you depict him so well! Can I please request another (angst to) fluff with f!reader? Plot is up to you. Thank you and keep up the good work!

I am so glad to hear you love them!! Thank you so much; Victor is a character that I really love so I try especially hard to portray him at least somewhat accurately, and you just made my week! I hope I portrayed him well in this; apologies for its relatively short length, but I hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think!🤍

Summary: You side with Eli after Victor kills Angie, and it takes you ten years to join the winning team, unable to think for yourself at the hands of Eli and Serena.

Warnings: spoilers for Vicious, I changed a lot of events, angst to fluff, vague depictions of injuries, kind of open ending (if anyone wants part 2 lmk)

Word Count: 1.5k+ words

A/N: This is my last fic of 2023! I am so thankful for each and every one of you who has read, requested, and commented. I appreciate you more than you know and look forward to another year of writing! Happy New Year!✨

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The Winning Team

Victor Vale is one of your best friends at Lockland. Or he was until he killed Angie Knight. While your emotions wage war within you, wondering how and why Victor would or could do that, Eli approaches you. He tells you about Victor’s mindset and how he tried to kill Eli.

“I’m leaving,” Eli tells you at the end of the shocking story. “And I think you should come with me.”

Someone moves in the shadows behind Eli. It feels like your intended answer is just out of reach in your mind, but you answer before you can find it.

“Okay. I’ll come with you,” you say.

“Go pack and meet me outside my dorm at 1,” Eli commands before leaving.

“You’re leaving with him?” Victor asks, suddenly standing behind you. “Don’t. He’s not telling the whole truth. You know just as well as I do that he is not who he pretends to be.”

“I’m going with him, Victor. You’re not who I thought you were, either.”

You brush past Victor, determined to get your things together and to Eli’s side as quickly as possible. Victor watches you go, aware that you’re in danger but unable to do anything about it.

✯✯✯✯✯

Ten years after leaving Victor, you know you made a mistake. You’re constantly aware that you can’t make your own decisions, especially when Eli tells you to do something. When he introduced you to Serena, you felt like she could see a bit too much of you, and things began to click into place.

“Run the search again, see if Victor has been found yet,” Eli demands, not even bothering to look at you anymore.

You stay in place, willing yourself to say no. Eli glances up, his brows furrowing as he repeats himself.

“Run the search.”

You nod, fighting each movement as you approach the computer and search again. Sleepless nights make it harder to fight back, but whenever you lay down, somewhat free to think for yourself, all you can think about is Victor. Wishing you’d listened and chosen to go with him instead brings tears to your eyes, but you aren’t strong enough to change anything now.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Call the police and tell them you were Victor Vale’s accomplice. Serena will help you get into the same room with him, and you can get some answers for us,” Eli says.

Your brain screams for you to refuse, but all you can do is cry and agree to do what he says. Maybe Victor will have found some answers and can help you. Your optimism doesn’t go far, slipping from your grasp as you’re put into the back of a police cruiser and transported to a questioning room.

When you’re put in the second car and driven to the far side of Merit, something loosens, and your thoughts come a little easier. Perhaps your optimism wasn’t entirely unfounded.

✯✯✯✯✯

The police let you go, angry that you switched your story and admitted that you’d only heard about Victor in passing. Narrowly escaping an obstruction charge, you walk out of the station and onto the streets of Merit. A blonde girl and a large black dog catch your attention, and you smile, deciding to talk to her to see if you can speak for yourself.

✯✯✯✯✯

“What do you mean she’s out of reach? Powers don’t work like that!” Eli screams.

“Don’t yell at me,” Serena replies. “And don’t throw another temper tantrum.”

Eli sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Find her and I can get her back on our side.”

“If it isn’t too late,” Eli mumbles.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Victor?” you ask, glancing up from your conversation about Dol.

“Sydney, go back to Mitch,” he says, looking directly at you. “Now.”

“But she-“

“Now.”

Sydney drops her head, whispering goodbye to you as she leads Dol away. Victor looks as dangerous as ever, but you’re glad that shrinking away is your choice.

“I’m sorry,” you say quickly. “I should have listened to you. But I know things that can help you, Victor.”

“You didn’t believe me. Why should I believe you?”

“It’s a really long story. I am so sorry, I know you were right and I’m sorry I left. Please just let me try to make up for it. At least a little.”

You step forward, and Victor steps back, keeping the distance between you. Your heart falls as his eyes remain impassive, and he refuses to listen to you.

“Vic, please,” you whisper.

“Not this time,” he says, convinced that you’re trying to get close to him for Eli.

Turning up the dial, he watches you drop to your knees in pain before he leaves. You watch his trench coat blow behind him, blurring with your tears until you can’t see anything, finally succumbing to the pain.

Victor wishes he could trust you, but he’s learned his lesson. People aren’t what you think. Anyone willing to trust Eli once is too far gone to be saved.

✯✯✯✯✯

Victor and Mitch stand in the shadows, waiting for Serena. Unknown to them, you’ve followed Serena since she arrived in Merit. You know that if she finds you and talks to you, it will be over, so you wear earplugs and keep your distance. Tonight, though, is the night everything ends.

Stepping through the fence, you grab Serena’s coat and pull her back.

“This is my decision,” you whisper in her ear.

✯✯✯✯✯

Victor throws his arm across Mitch’s chest to stop him when he surges forward. They watch Serena slump before falling to the ground. Her killer disappears into the shadows before Sydney screams, and they run into the Falcon Price project.

✯✯✯✯✯

Hearing a scream, you have a paralyzing fear that it’s Sydney. You just killed her sister, but the brief conversation you had with her created a soft spot. Rushing into the building, you realize you’re willing to give your life for Sydney. And, given the choice, you’ll do it. Tears grow in your eyes as you make the first important choice in years, running headfirst into danger.

✯✯✯✯✯

Victor stands over Eli’s body, a knife dangling from Victor's blood-stained hand. You slide to a stop, not expecting such a gruesome scene.

“Where’s Sydney?” you ask, breathless from running through the construction site.

Victor’s eyes lift to yours before he steps over Eli and takes your face in his hands.

“What happened?” he demands, looking at your blood-soaked front.

“She’s gone,” you whisper. “I’m me again.”

Victor immediately knows what you mean. You’re the one who killed Serena. You watch his eyes move as he realizes that you didn’t choose to abandon him, that you did the right thing, that you were telling the truth, and worst of all, he hurt you for no reason.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice softer than usual as his hands drop to your shoulders.

It isn’t much, but you think it’s Victor’s form of an apology. He’s exactly the same as he was ten years ago, or as close as he can be following ten years of fighting for his life and inflicting pain.

“Let me help,” you say, resting your hands on his chest. “With everything.”

Victor nods, and you smile for the first time in too long.

✯✯✯✯✯

As the adrenaline drains from your system, you begin to feel every injury you’ve encountered doing Eli’s dirty work. Victor notices your limp and offers an arm, letting you lean on him as he supports you. Mitch, Sydney, Dol, and Dom await Victor when you arrive. He ignores their questions, leading you to a private area before helping you sit. 

“What happened?” Victor asks, setting an open first aid kit beside you.

“Serena, I guess,” you answer quietly, bracing yourself as he cleans your wounds. “I know Eli was manipulating me, but there was this tugging in my mind from the moment Eli asked me to go with him. Serena has been around longer than we knew, at least that’s what I think.”

Victor nods, working silently. Your pain numbs with each of his gentle touches.

“You’re numbing my pain,” you accuse.

“It’s my fault. Least I can do.”

“It’s not. Vic, you need to forgive yourself, you didn’t know.”

“I should have. I know how Eli is - was, so I knew what you were up against, and I still left. That’s on me.”

“I forgave you,” you whisper, “as soon as I left. And then again when you left.”

Victor hums, closing the first aid kit and kneeling before you.

“I can’t forgive myself,” he murmurs, “not without your help.”

Victor brushes his lips against yours, but the door opens, and he pulls away too quickly.

“This isn’t over yet,” Mitch says, tossing a newspaper to Victor. He smiles and winks at you while Victor picks up the paper.

You read the headline over Victor’s shoulder, wrapping your hands around his bicep.

“I’m glad I’m on the right team now,” you say.

“Me too,” Victor says, tossing the paper aside and cupping your face. “You were always meant to be on my side. The winning team.”