#and i love her. i can't get her out of my mind.

[mssainz]

PART 13 | AFTER FIVE YEARS

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x Reader

Summary: Carlos Sainz finally met his son he had with her ex-wife, Y/N.

Warning: None

YN'S INSTAGRAM STORIES

CARLOS' INSTAGRAM STORIES

"Mama, I miss Papa. When can we see him again?" Cael asked you. You two flew back to your home after the small gathering with the other drivers. Your DM is swarming with messages of happiness and hatred from Carlos’ fans. It's been a while since you've been active on your public account, and it makes you want to close it now.

"I don't know, baby, I'm sorry. Papa is probably busy with his race. But, do you want to call him, my love?" You asked.

"Yes, Mama! Yes!" Cael excitedly requested. Although Carlos tries to call or text you regarding your son, Cael just can't help but be attached to his father.

After a few rings, Carlos finally picked up his phone. "Hello, who's this?" the voice of a woman answered his phone.

What the heck?

You immediately ended the call and put down your phone. Pain and betrayal start filling your mind the moment you drop the call. Cold sweats gush out of your skin that makes your world stop for a moment. "Mama, what's wrong?" Cael curiously asked, looking at you with worried eyes.

"Nothing, baby. It's just…. Papa can't be reached right now. Maybe he's busy at the moment. Let's try again another time. Is that fine with you?"

"Okay, Mama. That's alright, maybe Papa is busy with his stuff," Cael replied while pouting. You can feel the longing in his eyes. He was excited to call his father but almost ended up talking to his father's mistress.

What the heck was that, Carlos? You said you wanted to try, but you're still messing around with another woman. God, I almost fell for it.

“Hey, stop killing that chicken that's already dead,” Elle said when she sat next to you at the hospital’s cafeteria. You are just immensely shredding the chicken breast on your plate.

“What's wrong? You're so grumpy today. Red days?” your best friend asks. She has been sensing your frustration even in the ER this morning.

“Grumpy? What are you talking about? I'm not grumpy,” You replied, as you dig into your food and stuff it into your mouth.

“Dude, you keep slamming things since this morning. You make me dizzy from all the roaming and hoarding of patients. You only do that when you're frustrated and want to keep your mind occupied. What's the deal?” Elle said. You paused for a moment and hesitated to talk about it.

“Well, I have this friend, his ex-boyfriend wants to get back to her and she almost believed him. It turns out that he is still messing around with other women,” YN explained.

“You mean, Carlos?”

“Yes, I mean no! This is not about me, okay. It's about my friend, a friend,” YN denied.

“Okay, okay, chill. I have never seen you so frustrated for a friend. So what did Carlitos do? He wants to get back to you?,” Elle said, teasing YN. She knows she's talking about Carlos. YN doesn't have many friends and it's so unlikely for her to be furious about someone else's problem. The least thing she will do is be bothered with someone else's life when she already has too much on her plate.

YN rolled her eyes. “You know what, whatever,” YN finished her food and went back to the ER, leaving Elle laughing her ass off.

You kept yourself busy the entire day, had duty at the hospital, and bonded with your son. But, you were low-key waiting for Carlos to return your call. "Mama, I miss Papa. Do you miss him too?" Cael asked as you tucked him into bed.

Cael, you and your questions. I don't miss him. Why would I? He is just handsome and irresistible but he's still a cheater and a liar. So why would I?

"Uhm, probably not as much as you do," YN said, playing it safe.

"Yeah, is he still busy, Mama?"

"I think so, my love," but you actually don't know if he is really busy with work or with her.

The next morning was your day off. You slept an hour more than your usual wake-up time and then got up to prepare breakfast for yourself and Cael. It's rare for you to do this because you have your mom, who always gets up earlier than anyone else in this house. But, now that she is on vacation with her siblings, you are the one to do it.

You were enjoying your iced coffee when someone knocked on your door, almost banging it down. "Who the heck is banging someone else's door so early?" YN hissed and walked towards the door.

The door revealed your ex-husband panting, almost fainting. "Carlos? What are yo.."

"It was the new PR staff," Carlos blurted out while catching his breath.

"Ha? What are you talking about?"

"We were filming something yesterday, and.. and I.. forgot my phone. That's when you called, and she… happened.. to answer it. So.. I came here to assure you that I'm not.. I'm not cheating on you and Cael," Carlos explained, still panting. You stand frozen in front of him, not knowing what to say.

"Can I enter? I badly need water," He continued. You walked him to the kitchen and handed him a glass of water. "Ugh, thank you," he replied after gulping every single drop from the glass.

"You could have told me over the phone. You don't have to fly over here just to tell me about that. As if I care who the heck you are dating," YN said.

"But, I do care about what you're thinking. And do you think you’ll believe that she was just a staff if I just told you over the phone? I don't think so," Carlos replied.

He's right about that. Point taken.

"Whatever. Why the heck are you panting anyway?" YN said, changing the topic.

"Because the crazy godfather of our child gave me the wrong address. I knocked on someone’s door only to know that your house is still a few miles away. So I had to walk here, almost run,” Carlos explained, exaggerating the distance he had to walk. And you just laughed at him.

“Is this crazy godfather's name, Daniel Ric?,” YN asked, still laughing at him. Carlos gave her a nod. “I bet he was already sleepy when you texted him.”

“Yeah, probably. But, I still hate him, he made me walk so far,” Carlos replied.

“Papa?” Cael walked into the kitchen with his hair messy from sleeping.

“Good morning, bud,” Carlos said and approached his son. “You're here,” Cael said, resting his head on his father's shoulders.

“Yes, baby, Papa’s here. You're not dreaming,” Carlos chuckled while rubbing Cael's back. “You're not busy anymore?” Cael asked.

“I’m still busy, but I just wanted to see you and Mama,” Carlos said, looking at you. It made you choke on your coffee.

Why are you looking at me like that? Bastard, I almost swallowed an ice cube.

You hadn't finished your coffee when your phone rang. It was a call from the hospital.

“Bitch!” Doc Elle from the other line said.

“Whoa, where's the hi and hello,”

“Well, hello, bitch, I know you're on your day off right now. But there's a vehicular accident involving a bus, and five SUVs. They're bringing them all here. And I kinda need a hand here. If you're still frustrated, now's your time to hoard some patients” You could hear the scream for help from your best friend.

“Why does it always happen on my day off?” YN whispered in annoyance.

“Just come, please. I need your help,” Elle requested. You could hear chaos from the other line. It seemed like the patients were beginning to arrive.

“Okay, I'll be there in a minute,” You replied before ending the call.

Wait, mom’s not here. Who's going to take care of Cael?

Your eyes moved towards Carlos. “What?” Carlos said, confused why you were looking at him without saying anything.

“I need to go to the hospital,” You replied.

“Okay?” Carlos replied, waiting for you to continue. “Can you take care of Cael for today? Here's his routine. I listed everything here that you must know. Please?” You gave him Cael's schedule and routine throughout the day. You had written it for your mom whenever you're not around.

“You don’t need to ask for it. Don’t worry, I’ll take over today,” Carlos said.

You immediately put on your scrubs and grabbed the keys to your car. “I'm sorry, baby. There's an accident, and Mama is needed at the hospital. Papa will take care of you today. So behave, okay? I'll be back later. I love you,” You said, before kissing your son goodbye.

“Take good care of him, okay?” You reminded Carlos. “Don't worry, I'll take care of him. Drive safely,” Carlos said, in return.

“Yeah, I will. Thanks,” You said before finally leaving the house. You went to the actual location of the accident to attend to patients who were still there.

Carlos read what was on Cael's schedule. “Breakfast, vitamins, shower…” Carlos was amused by how organized it was. “Your mom really wrote them in detail,” Carlos whispered.

“Bud, let's take a shower,” Carlos said to his son who was now playing with his toys. “No, Papa, I still want to play plus the water is cold. I don't wanna,” Cael replied.

“You can play after you take a shower, my love,” Carlos said, trying to persuade his son.

“No, Papa. No,” Cael resisted, pouting at his father and hiding in the corner of his room. After a few negotiations and a little bit of running around the house, Carlos finally got Cael to shower.

God, I only fed Cael and took him to shower. It is already exhausting. This is more strenuous than working out. - Carlos

Carlos let him choose what to wear and put it on him. “I badly need a shower too,” Carlos whispered. “What did you say, Papa?” Cael said.

“Nothing, bud. Uhm, let's go to the mall. Papa just flew here, so I didn't pack any clothes with me,” Carlos explained.

“That's fun. Let's go to the mall, Papa!” Cael excitedly agreed.

Carlos bought a few pairs of clothes. He had to fly back for the race weekend and other promotion schedules. “Bud, stay with Papa, okay? Don’t let go of my hand. I can’t lose you here, your mom will kill me, understand?” Carlos said, reminding his fully-charged son. Cael nodded at him with a smile on his face.

He did not only buy clothes for himself but also for Cael. “Papa, look! Sunflowers. Shall we buy some for Mama? She loves them,” Cael said, stopping in front of a flower shop.

“Yeah, sunflowers. How do you know she loves sunflowers?” Carlos curiously asked his son. Carlos used to buy them for YN when they're still together. “She buys them for herself. Mama said they brighten her mood whenever she looks at them.” Carlos smiled in return for what his son said. “Okay, let’s buy and arrange them at home, okay?”

Cael and Carlos arranged the sunflowers and placed them in a vase in the dining area and the living room. He then took care of Cael, bathed him, and changed his clothes for bedtime.

Carlos lay beside Cael’s bed. “Papa, I had fun today. Thank you for the clothes and toys you got me. I love them,” Cael said.

“I’m glad you like them, bud,” Carlos said. A loud silence then followed. After a few minutes, Carlos thought that Cael was already asleep but when he looked at him, his eyes were still wide awake. Cael just giggled at the way his father peeked at him. “I can’t believe you still have the energy to laugh at me, Cael.” Carlos said making Cael giggle.

“Stop giggling, little man. Close your eyes,” Carlos said, before closing his eyes too.

“Papa, I don't know who to marry,” Cael blurted out of nowhere.

“Hmm? You don't know who to marry? Why are you thinking about that too early?” Carlos said and leaned closer to his son.

“I don't know, Papa. I just wonder who I'm gonna marry someday.” Cael replied, eliciting a laugh from Carlos.

“Don't worry, bud, when you get older and wiser, you'll know who to marry. You'll meet her maybe not now but in the future. I'm sure you'll find her, the right person for you to marry,” Carlos tried to explain it to him.

“But how? How would I know if I already found her?” Cael replied.

“How? Hmm, your heart will tell you, bud,”

“My heart will tell me? But my heart can't speak,” Carlos laughed at his child's innocence and purity.

“Yeah, but you'll just know it, bud. If she makes you happy, if she makes you feel safe, if she loves you, despite your strengths and weaknesses. If she loves everything about you. If she takes care of you and you take care of her,”

“Like Mama, Papa?” Cael replied that made Carlos taken aback.

“Yeah, like Mama, bud,”

“I want to marry someone like Mama, Papa,”

“Me too, bud. Me too ,”

Little did the boys know, YN had just got back from work and was listening to their conversation the whole time at the other side of the door.

Me too Carlos. Me too.

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YN INSTAGRAM STORY

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Cuddling Firefly. Please

(Honkai: Star Rail) Cuddling with Firefly

Firefly will blush from S/O's request to cuddle, at least at first.

She didn't need much convincing to do so, especially when she feels how warm S/O's arms are, resting her head back on their shoulders while arms snuggly wrapped around her waist.

(Firefly) "A-Ah...!"

(S/O) "Are you okay?"

S/O moves to let go, but they're stopped when Firefly quickly grabs their wrists and lets it stay as is.

(Firefly) "Yes I...I'm just not used to this, is all."

Her smile is slowly getting bigger and bigger, feeling her body start to relax completely. She could feel the stress from her shoulders fade as she adjusted herself to get as close to S/O as possible.

Firefly would generally prefer to be the little spoon, but she has no qualms with letting S/O lay their head on her lap.

Other than the blush that's burning just as hot as her thrusters.

Any chance she gets, Firefly will want to snuggle into S/O in any way, it helps get her mind off darker thoughts, and spending any chance she can with someone she loved was a short-lived blessing.

Everytime they're close to each other, Firefly always giggles and kisses S/O gently on the lips, forehead, or cheek before closing her eyes.

She doesn't need sleep, but Firefly commits every second feeling S/O close to memory.

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BONUS:

(Firefly) "You...want to cuddle with me in my armor...?"

(S/O) "I just wonder how it would feel."

Firefly opens her mouth to protest, but can't find anything particularly wrong with the request.

She could actively control when the weapons or thrusters are online, so it's not like there was a risk of accidentally hurting S/O.

(Firefly) "Um...S-Sure. Please stand back for a moment.

In the blink of an eye, the armor forms around Firefly in a blazing second, which the helmet turned to S/O and her cute voice rung out from the external comms.

(Firefly) "I'm...ready?"

She sat down on the couch, with it almost threatening to break as she did so, and S/O promptly joined her.

They sat at a very strange angle, almost having to be bridal carried as they sat down and laid their head on her massive shoulders.

(S/O) "..."

(Firefly) "...This can't be comfortable for you."

(S/O) "It's...not."

(Firefly) "Then why are you-?"

(S/O) "I was always just curious to how it felt and now I know."

S/O didn't need to see past the helmet to understand how confused Firefly was right now.

(Firefly) "As long as it makes you happy?"

[yelenasdiary]

4 year old R has a nightmare and doesn't want Nat she wants Wanda's comfort so Nat brings R from R's room to her room where Wanda is and Nat tells Wanda, "She wants you, I hope that's okay." And Wanda's heart just fucking soars that R wants her after a nightmare.

Nightmares

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Daughter! Reader

Summary: When you’re woken up by a terrible nightmare, you ask Wanda to make the nightmare go away. 

Comfort

Warnings: None | 0.7K

AC: Thank you for sending this! I hope it’s okay that I changed Reader to 5 in this. Reader met Wanda when they’re 5 x 

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Soft sobs came from your bedroom when your mother woke to the sound of them, not wanting to wake Wanda, she quietly slipped out of bed and made her way to your room. She wasn't sure if this was a phase or maybe you had heard or seen something recently that had been causing you to wake up in the middle of the night in tears from a nightmare. Usually, you would crawl into bed with your mom and fall back asleep in her arms, but not tonight. 

"Sweetheart, is everything okay?" You heard your mother's voice standing over your bed. Slowly you pulled the covers off your head and shook a simple 'no' at her. Tears streaming down your face, breaking your mother's heart to see you in such a scared state. "Come here, baby" she said with open arms. You wasted no time jumping into her arms, feeling a sense of safety wash over you as you hugged her tightly. 

"Mommy" you said ever so softly as your mother rubbed your back gently. 

"Yes, my love?" She replied. You slowly pulled back to look at your mom, you loved her very much, but you wanted Wanda tonight, but you were worried to ask for her in case you'd upset your mother. "It's okay love, you can tell mommy all about your nightmare" your mom added, noticing something was on your mind. 

"C-can I have W-Wanda cuddles? Please?" you asked with a worried stutter. Nat smiled softly at your request; she loved knowing that you felt safe with Wanda. "Of course, baby, let's go see if we can wake her" your mother replied before walking you down to her room. 

Wanda was already awake, she heard Nat leave the room and was worried something was wrong. She smiled softly at Nat when she entered the bedroom with you wrapped in her arms, "she wants you, I hope that's okay" Natasha said softly.

"Of course it's okay" Wanda smiled, opening her arms to gently take you from your mother. You instantly wrapped your little arms around her and cuddled into the crock of her neck. "Oh my, was it another nightmare?" Wanda asked you; you nodded before pulling back a little to look up at her. "It was too scary!" You sobbed, Wanda naturally rubbing your back for comfort. 

"Do you want to know what I do when I have a nightmare?" Wanda asked, using her free hand to wipe your tears away, you nodded with a soft pout. "I take a big deep breath in" she started, you followed her actions and copied the way she took a deep breath in then exhaling, "Then I tell myself that it was just a scary dream, and it can't hurt me anymore" she added. 

"It was a scary dream, and it can't hurt me anymore" you repeated, already starting to feel better. 

"And if it was a super, super scary dream, I tell my brother about it and then he likes to make me laugh so I forget about the dream" Wanda explained, "was your dream super, super scary?" She asked. You nodded softly, "I was being chased by a crocodile with big wings!" You explained. Your mother kept quiet as she watched you tell Wanda all about your horrible dream. 

"That does sound super, super scary!" Wanda replied, "but guess what" she added. 

"What?" You questioned. 

"The tickle monster is coming to get you!" Wanda chuckled before she attacked you gently and tickled under your arms making you break out into loud laughter. "Help me mommy!!" You said while laughing, your mom chuckled, "sorry baby, I think the tickle monster won this match" she replied. 

Your laughter brought happiness to both Wanda and your mother and just like Wanda said, all that laughter made you forget that you had just had a bad dream. "I feel better now!" You boosted, "but…can I still sleep in here tonight? Please?" you asked. 

"Of course you can" your mother replied, shifting slightly to make room for you. 

"Now it's time for the cuddle monster!" Wanda added, helping you get under the covers. Natasha smiled softly at Wanda and mouthed "thank you" before the three of you got nice and cozy. 

"Goodnight mommy, goodnight, Wanda" you said softly before drifting off to sleep. 

"Goodnight, Y/n" Wanda smiled, placing a kiss on your forehead. 

"Goodnight darling" your mother whispered, making sure the covers were covering you. 

Wanda soon fell asleep shortly after you with an ever so soft smile on her lips that Natasha couldn't help but notice, she knew that Wanda would perish this moment forever and it was definitely a memory that Natasha wouldn't forget either.

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[joonsytip]

Only for Love || Mingyu - Part 3

Pairings: Mingyu x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Husband!Mingyu, Cold Wife!Reader, Arranged Marriage au, Contract Marriage au, Divorce au

Synopsis: When an accidental discovery has your perception of happy married life crumbling down, you do what you think is the best for everyone involved. Naturally, your opinion of the best doesn't cater to your husband's. So what happens when things spiral out due to unforeseen events?

Warnings: character death, mentions of pregnancy, Mingyu acts dumb, reader goes through a whole lot of emotional turmoil, mentions of divorce, tears, profanities, major angst.

Word Count: 5.7k

@wongyuuu thanks a lot for brainstorming out this with me & happy birthday, love! 💕🎂

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Mingyu returns to an empty house. He waits for you for an hour, two hours and when the clock strikes midnight his mind clouds with concern. He fishes out his phone and ignoring the series of notifications that keeps on popping up, he calls you.

But with all his calls remaining unanswered, Mingyu surges in panic and calls Soonyoung who's extremely pissed and shows his discontentment through a dry, edgy reply.

"She left with Minghao."

That's the only line Mingyu hears before getting hung up. And Soonyoong does not pick up his call again.

And now he sits rooted to the couch, tapping feet in anxiety and worry with no idea about your whereabouts and who the hell is Minghao?

His thoughts bounce off the walls and he decides to take his car and drives off to find you aimlessly. He goes to your office only to be greeted by the security. He goes to the café you are regular at, knowing very well that it would be closed but he makes a round just for his sanity. He knocks on your apartment door but it's empty just like the house was.

Dejected he fishes out his phone to call your uncle when the notification of your name flashes on the screen.

'Meet me at home within fifteen minutes.'

There's no way he's gonna get home within the said timeframe but just as he rushes towards his car, his phone vibrates again.

'Half an hour. Don't run the red lights, don't run over people.'

Mingyu listens to your advice and thankfully he reaches you in one piece.

But he stands frozen as he sees you in the hallway carrying a duffle bag.

"Where were you?", no greetings, you ask checking your watch.

Mingyu knows you know and you know that he knows that you know.

"I had to leave with Sora."

"And who's she?"

Mingyu bites his tongue before answering, "My ex."

"What made you go somewhere with your ex rather than watch your wife getting felicitated?", your voice is calmer than usual and it scares your husband to the bones.

He stays silent. And you wait for him like you have all the time in the world.

"I can't tell you right now, Y/N. I'm sorry.", he answers quietly, lowering his gaze.

"Okay.", you say and Mingyu looks at you flabbergasted. Before he could speak, you add,"I'm going to stay at my uncle's."

Mingyu feels electrified, the sensation which burns his whole body, itches on his skin and scratches at the throat.

"I'm sorry, I know it is an unacceptable behaviour of me but please trust me. I haven't done anything to be ashamed of.", Mingyu grabs your hands and blabbers, "You can stay with your uncle but please tell me when you are going to return, that you're going to return."

You pull back your hands from his grip, "I don't think I'll be returning anytime soon.", you say sternly, "I had something to share with you but this isn't the right time."

"Y/N--"

"Before I leave, tell me one thing. Are you going to keep seeing her?"

Mingyu flares at this, "I'm not seeing her for fucks sake! I would never do something bad, I'm your husband."

You stare at him for a solid minute, "You didn't answer my question. Anyways, I'm disappointed. Keep yourself in my shoes and give it a thought."

"Let me drive you, it's late.", he offers.

"You don't have to worry about me, Minghao is already waiting with his car."

Mingyu twitches on hearing the name for the second time, "And who's that?"

"I can't tell you right now, Mingyu. I'm sorry.", you mimic his words from before and just as you are about to cross the threshold, you whisper shaking your head, "You can't even put yourself in my shoes..."

Mingyu watches you leave with a grim heart.

It's been a two weeks since you've been living with your uncle. And though you've left home in despair, Mingyu has somehow made it a mission to win back your trust.

But who's gonna tell him that you never doubted him, you were just mad, just like a teenage girl who can't keep her act straight in front of her love.

He calls you every night. For the first week you didn't pick up his calls but when your anger started to subside you entertained his calls but never spoke much, just listened to him telling how his day went. He asks every time if could visit you, getting a straight no as reply. He might be obedient but he's sneaky as hell because most of the times when you're getting off work you somehow see him engrossed with some conversation with Soonyoung at the parking.

What is he doing at your workplace almost everyday, when he could crash at Soonyoung's place. Why does Soonyoung have to call out your name every time when you're walking past them, roping you into some small talks.

Soonyoung is the imposter.

And why does everytime aa you are about to take leave after the conversation, Mingyu asks you the same question, "When are you returning?"

You never answer.

"You've gotta be kidding me!", Seokmin yelps. They all have gathered at Mingyu's place because everyone is stressed and wants to know what is actually happening.

"There are all sorts of rumours at the workplace. And I wanna punch everyone in the face.", Soonyoung says dejected, "Minghao and Y/N went to the same university so some are saying that they have dated during that time." he takes a chug from the can and continues, "And since Mingyu didn't show up at the event last time, it has sparked the speculations."

Mingyu sits head lowered, rubbing his hands all over the face.

"I'm sure Minghao likes her. I can tell by the way he looks at her.", Soonyoung puts it down.

"What about Y/N?", Mingyu asks his heart beating in his chest rapidly.

"What do you think dumbass?", Junhui glares at him.

"Woah, I'm offended now that you asked that question.", Hansol speaks in distaste.

"It's been a month without her.", Mingyu sighs, his lips curl down, eyes filled with concern, "I think everything was going back to normal, assuming by the way she responded, I felt like she'd be coming back anytime but she has gone radio silent suddenly. For the past two weeks she isn't responding to my calls or texts, she is even working from home."

"Yeah maybe Minhee can tell something", Junhui suggests, "But I doubt she'd spill anything if Y/N has told her not to."

The evening bleeds into night and the guys keep on chatting when suddenly Jeonghan who hasn't been much involved decides to speak.

"Now that Sora is back? What are you gonna do?"

The laughters die down and room falls silent with all the eyes on Mingyu.

"What's going on guys? Is there something we don't know?", Seokmin asks in fear.

Jeonghan leans back on the couch and looks at Mingyu, saying, "I think it's time, they should know. I'll go first, that day Mingyu left with Sora to meet me. Apparently, the guy Sora had left Gyu for turns out to be a douch. Won't go to the details but he kept blackmailing her, so desperate to save herself and afraid that I won't be meeting her if she went alone, she took him with her. I'm skipping the legal parts and that guy has been sort of taken care off. But that's not where it ends.", he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, "The problem is that Sora wants him back now."

Gasps erupt through the room.

"Why did I see it coming though?", Seokmin says, "You have said no straight to her face right, Min?", he asks Mingyu.

The silence that follows horrifies every other one present in the room.

"Don't tell me...", Hansol trails off, eyeing his friend in utter disbelief.

"It's not what you're thinking.", Mingyu frowns, "I haven't said anything to Sora. But I have loved her for so long it's rolling back like a habit.", he hesitantly looks up and sees a bunch of disappointed faces, "But if it had been the previous me, I'd have gone to her in a snap but I'm changed now."

Mingyu gives a wry smile when looking at the relief washing over his friends.

"Here's the real deal begins. We have been married for over two years, in a few months we'd be hitting the three year mark. It's a long time right?", he sweeps his gaze across the large wedding frame of you both on the wall, "Instead of being a couple, I feel like living with a roommate. No feelings involved. She's stoic, nonchalant and even inconsiderate sometimes, even if I think that there's something between us, her actions act as bucket of cold water on those thoughts. I understand that not everyone is the same and I agree that Y/N has changed but somehow we're still at the starting point and it's starting to tire me out. Maybe I shouldn't have agreed to this marriage--"

There's a sudden thud and all the necks turn in unison only to find you standing by the hallway and your bag on the ground.

Heartbreak is one thing but the humiliation is another form of descend you're currently facing. You return your home only to find your husband shit talking about how unhappy he is in this marriage to his friends.

And the biggest loss turns out to be how you're the only one who thought that it's a happy, perfect marriage. Your husband isn't wrong when he said that you're inconsiderate.

Tears prick at your eyes but aren't you stoic, nonchalant so why should the people infront of you get the leverage to see you vulnerable? They shouldn't, so you pick up your bag and walk past them going straight into the guest room.

There are continuous knocks on the door. Your phone keeps ringing but you pay mind to none. Your mind only reels the words of your husband from before.

The previous you would have stomped out of the house but now, you can't. The situation has changed, the circumstances are different and you are totally lost.

Because there's a life is growing inside you. The reason you decided to return home tonight but your second attempt at letting Mingyu know that he's gonna be a father cracks again. The first attempt was the night where Mingyu chose Sora over you. He doesn't want you, would he want to raise a child with you?

Maybe you shouldn't have gotten married, maybe you shouldn't have fallen in love with your husband and maybe she's better, the previous you who knew you're undesirable, who knew that people like you are unlovable, who very well knew how to maintain a boundary.

You have lost the track of time but you sure can hear voices from the other side of the door. You think attachment is something you can't effort, you are not people's people.

So that's how what Mingyu had said, you turned into his roommate. Since that day, you have settled in the guest room. You don't get out of your room unless it's an emergency. You leave for work early and return home at late hours.

You haven't spoken to Mingyu since that day. You've rejected all his advances of striking a conversation. But you're thankful to him for making you food everyday because you can't eat anything else, it makes you nauseous.

"Hey, are you okay?", Minghao asks worried as he takes a sit beside you at the cafeteria of the office, "You have been throwing a lot."

You nod your head, avoiding his gaze, "I'm fine."

Minghao doesn't buy your words but you both settle in the comfortable silence and until he gasps.

You cock brows looking at him.

"Are you pregnant?", he gasps, "Oh my god."

You freeze and slap your hand over his mouth and proceed to tell him everything that has been happening.

"So Mingyu doesn't know yet. And he's being a jerk ever since his ex-girlfriend returned.", Minghao says in anger. He sweeps a gaze across your face and his eyes soften, "You love him, don't you?"

You avoid his gaze again, you don't answer him.

A sad smile graces on his lips as he reminiscences the past. How he had practically clinched himself in your life. How he had fallen in love with you but knew that you wouldn't reciprocate, the reason why he disappeared abruptly from your life years ago. The apologies are always on the tip of his tongue for leaving you alone, for creating the safe place but also leaving it void.

"You know you shouldn't be taking stress. I know it's not easy but I'd suggest for you both to sort things out, atleast for the baby.", he says patting your back in a comforting manner, "If Mingyu does anything to hurt you again, tell me I'll beat him for you."

"Thanks Hao.", you say smiling.

"Also let me know if Soonyoung bothers you. I'll handle him as well."

You shake your head laughing, "He insufferable Hao, you'll give up."

"We'll see that.", he smiles softly, "But do plan on telling him. Uncle also needs to know, he'd be so happy."

"I want the baby's father to know first. Then I'll tell everyone.", you assure him.

Mingyu knows he went overboard. He knows he was being an absolute asshole when he uttered those baseless words in your favour.

Maybe he should never have compared the type of relationship he had with Sora with the one he's having with you. It's a grave mistake and the lack of your presence is taking a toll on him. But he understands if you need space or even don't want to see his face. He's willing to give you all that but he plans to apologise to you and if you don't forgive him, he'd understand.

Work is hectic but the situation at home is feverish. He has been getting earfuls from all of his friends and family, specially Minhee. She has been giving him shit routinely.

His reverie breaks when he receives a text from you. Hurriedly opening the text, his eyes widen with a mixture of horror and anticipation.

'Come home as soon as possible. I have something to tell you.'

His mind could only hint at it being something ominous.

You pace around the entire house nervously.

"Mingyu, I'm pregnant. You're gonna be father."

You shake head at the selection of words.

"Congratulations! You're going to be a dad!"

Sounds too exciting for an unplanned pregnancy.

"You're pull out game was weak. Guess what I'm pregnant."

Too snappy, rejected.

"Kim Mingyu, you're pregnant, I will be-- wait what no-- I'm pregnant, we're expecting."

You sit down pulling your hair in frustration.

After another hundred million failed rehearsals you sort to say whatever your heart would feel like at the moment in his presence.

But where's Mingyu? You check the clock, it's past his work hours. Maybe he's running late for some reason. It's your third attempt to tell him about your pregnancy and you hope that you'd succeed this time.

Your phone rings and you would never have guessed that your world would come crashing down.

You stand with head your head bowed down the entire time at the funeral hall. The band wrapped around your arm acts as a constant reminder that you're the chief mourner. You don't raise your head, not ready the see the picture that's kept on the board.

The heart attack was so brutal that it claimed the life of your uncle without a chance of revival. When you were informed he was already gone.

No last words, no goodbyes. Now you're left with only his photo and memories. You walk into the room where his body is kept as you've made a special request to let you meet him before he's taken into the coffin.

He's almost unrecognisable as you sit beside the body. Gently caressing his head, you finally let the tears fall.

"You were so eager to meet everyone that you left me alone here.", you sob, "What do I do without you now?"

You caress his cheeks gently, "Whatever I have become it's because of you. Even though I was the reason they died, you took me in and raised me like our own."

"I have something to tell.", your hands place themselves back on his head, "I'm pregnant. You're gonna be a grandparent. Tell mom, dad and aunt that I have grown up. Tell Sejin that he's gonna be an uncle."

You spend some more last moments with your uncle before there's a knock on the door. You quickly wipe the tears and look up to see Mingyu standing at the threshold.

"It's time.", he says solemnly.

You nod and look back at your uncle saying, "Thank you for everything. Have a nice reunion with everyone up there. Forgive me if I have been a bad daughter. Goodbye comrade."

You don't like the pitiful look everyone throws at you. You hate it, it claws on your skin and you feel like throwing up. Running into the washroom, you sit down opening the lid to empty your stomach when you feel your hairs being pulled back in gentle grip.

It's Mingyu, you know even though even without seeing him. He doesn't care about entering a ladies washroom when he has to look for you.

"Here, drink some water.", he uncaps the bottle and offers it to you.

He's presence is somewhat comforting, he makes things bearable. Your uncle is laid beside the rest of your family and you request everyone to be left alone. It's night time when you leave the place only to see Mingyu waiting for you.

There's silence throughout the ride back to home, no words spoken when he makes you eat something he cooked when you were showering, unspoken words when you go back your room and he goes back to his.

You mourn for days and while you do so you take notice of a lot of things.

"Y/N, I'm sorry for that day. I didn't mean anything I said, I was just being an idiot.", Mingyu  says after barging into your room one night because he had enough. He decides he won't let you suffer alone anymore.

You nod your head, "It's okay.", your short and curt reply doesn't settle well with your husband.

"I know one apology isn't enough and I understand if you won't forgive me but please let me be there for you.", he pleads closing the gap and taking your hands within his. His eyes searches for your face and his brows crease when he finds you avoiding eye contact.

You pull back your hands out of his grip, "I can take care of myself, Mingyu."

Your call of name rings oddly in his ear. It's rare for you to call him by name, it's always husband when throwing banter or Gyu while being affectionate.

Affectionate? His mind reels in the moment. Aren't you unexpressive then how could his mind produce that word in your wake?

"I'm tired. Let's call it a night.", you say poised, "There's no need for an apology. Everyone has the right to voice out about anything they don't like."

Mingyu feel like he's not your husband rather an office colleague. Your tone is so formal and dry. Your words cut him like a dagger. He wonders if he has caused damaged beyond repair.

It's so fucked up that he wants to hold you sleep, say sweet nothings to calm your senses but he's afraid to ask you to come back to the master bedroom.

So he lets you bask in your own company. He'll interfere with your personal space for sure one day, hustle in forcefully if you don't let him, no matter how rude and irritating it is, he'll mend the broken bond.

His heart breaks when he notices that you don't look him in the eyes anymore. You always had a strong lively gaze, but they are now hollow. You don't call him when you're struggling to open the jar, you don't ask for him when you can't reach something kept on the top shelf.

His friends are all dejected at how you don't indulge them anymore, they're sad at how they don't get to see you nowadays.

Mingyu had attempted to gauze you out of the coop by inviting the guys to the apartment. But you had locked yourself in the room the whole time.

His parents lament on how he ruined something so beautiful, his sister cries at how you don't communicate with even her nowadays.

He's already going crazy and Sora's pestering him by showing up outside his workplace often or making thousands of phone calls almost everyday, makes him ponder upon how was he even in love with her at some point.

He regrets again, now that he can clearly see the difference. You are you, the actual indifference you're showing is now and it's driving him crazy.

He wants to fix this. He needs to fix both of you because he needs you.

You're in the middle of some paperwork when there's a knock on the cabin door.

Soonyoung enters and the look that you give him is sharp enough to scare him off.

"How have you been doing?"

"Breathing fine, alive."

He should have taken the clue and left but it's Soonyoung and he lives as if he has nine lives.

"We miss you, please stop ghosting us."

"I'm not ghosting anyone."

"Minhee is miserable."

The writing stops, your hand halts for a moment before continuing. Soonyoung knocks on the table demanding your attention on him.

You sigh, having no option but look at him.

"You can be mad at your husband but we didn't do anything, Y/N. I don't even know Mingyu, I'm your friend."

The corner of your lips threaten to curl up. Your heart twinges and you smile sadly, "It's better to be prepared ahead so that you all will get accustomized to it later. Attachments are always painful."

Soonyoung looks at you quizzically, "What do you mean by that?"

"Nothing.", you drew yourself back in the papers, "I have a meeting in ten minutes, I need to go over these documents before that."

Soonyoung maybe callous at times but somehow seeing you and hearing your words today makes him bothered.

Another weak passes and you are packing your bags the entire time little by little, unknown to Mingyu because your door is always locked. Your office room is almost empty except for the systems. When Mingyu's not at home, you roam in the bedroom, swaying in the memories you both made there. You lay on the bed, sniffing the pillows because they smell like him.

You crave his touch all the time and him being in your vision doesn't help at all when you could sense the longing in his eyes.

Mingyu doesn't know that you've stolen one of his shirts and a hoodie. He should never find out.

Your soul knows. It tells you that it’s time to distance yourself from those who no longer align with you mentally, emotionally or physically.

"I can't stay here.", you whisper to yourself as you continue to pack rest of the items.

"I'm cursed.", you frantically wipe your tears, "People related to me keep dying."

Your body shakes, eyes producing another batch of fresh tears, "No one should be associated with me. I need to cut everyone out of my life for their sake. Without me, they'd be safe."

You heave a breath, in an attempt to calm yourself, "Mingyu doesn't like me anyways. I'm just a burden. He'll be free once I leave, he can be with Sora.", you rub your chest as it stings, "He'll be happy and that is what I want."

Your gaze instinctively lands on your belly, hands gently rubbing circles, "I promise, even if we won't be together, me and your dad will try our best to raise you. I can't wait to meet you, to hold you."

Mingyu, on the other hand is set on winning you back. He knows you don't like anything extravagant, so he plans to surprise you out a romantic date at home. He's ready to go to the lengths to make you forgive him. He craves your presence, your touch, your shy smiles, the way you call him when you want something from him.

He wants to love you, wants to make love to you. He has been dreaming a lot about starting a family with you. He wants the little versions of you both running around the house. When his friends took the initiative to show him how he has changed and it's for better he knows that it's true. He wonders if all the frustrations were because his heart wasn't ready to seek out the real feelings.

But now he has figured it all out, he likes you, likes you a lot. So he wants this marriage to work out.

He hopes for you to like him back. So who's gonna tell him the truth?

Some free time at work and he's watching new recipes to cook for you. Before going to bed, he's open the phone gallery and goes over your pictures, the pictures which are candid, the ones in which you posed, the best where he's with you in them.

Would you like it, if he throws pebble at your window and serenades you at the middle of the night? Would it be a good idea if goes down on his knees because he hasn't done it before and know he wants to.

Mingyu is all giddy making up scenarios in his head. He wishes to watch them all happen successfully.

"Are you having mood swings?", Jeonghan asks him one day when everyone gathers at the former's home, "Or do you have dissociative identity disorder? You were regretting getting married to her some weeks back and now you're saying that you like her?"

Junhui is grumpy, he takes a look at Mingyu and smacks him hard on his head causing the later to scream out in pain.

"He claims he is the most closest to Y/N and he is grieving because she is not responding to his texts.", Seokmin clarifies and eyes Mingyu in disbelief, "Seriously dude, what's wrong with you? How can you mess up this bad?"

Before Mingyu could speak up, Hansol interjects, "How hard it is to sort out your feelings? How could you even utter such ridiculous things about her when you know how difficult it had been for her, the whole life. Now she even lost her uncle. Imagine listening to your husband yapping about how much he dislikes you when you think he is one you can lean on? And that too instead of voicing out your mind to her first, she heard you telling it to us."

Hansol is a calm man, he never loses his cool except for some situations and this being one of it.

"It's not only me and Jun. Everyone is upset.. I know I'm making it sound bigger, we know that she is your wife, first and our friend, second but we can see that even though she never shows it she cares a lot. I'll tell you no one has ever entertained me constantly to help me, not even you guys. She even suggested me tools that she thought might help me with the editing though she had to invest time on getting to that point. She gifted Jun a diffuser as the previous one was causing him throat irritation but he was too stubborn to discard a newly bought machine."

Seokmin adds up to Hansol, "Didn't she help you with the paperwork late at night even though you both work in an entirely different industry? I'm sorry but did Sora ever do that being in the same line of work? No right. If you would have noticed she has always tried to accomodate herself within us even when it was difficult, it was all new to her."

Mingyu sinks his face into the palm of his hands, as he says regretfully, "I made a huge mistake. I let my intrusive thoughts win and ended up hurting her."

"What if it's too late to fix things?", Soonyoung speaks, his vision dazed as your words from before keeps reeling in his mind, "You should resolve the matters before it's too late."

The following week is hectic for Mingyu. The clients are visiting and everyone has to stay late attending them. It's a whole damn hustle, draining the employees out. The week goes on and out with him spending most of the time in office when all he wants is to go home just to see your face.

It's the last day of the visit and Mingyu thanks the heavens. He's usually patient but now all he wants is to avail the comfort of his home.

It's around one at night but unlike other times the hallway is lit in dim lights flooding  into the dining. There's an eerie silence and something unpleasant awaits.

"Let's get divorced."

When Mingyu came home late at that night to see you awake and waiting for him, there was an uncanny feeling that settled within.

Your hands are crossed, face void of any expression. He almost misses your words. If not for your next words, he would think he's hallucinating.

"We can decide on the terms and clauses, all as per your convenience.", you stress, "I do not expect any trouble from your side."

Mingyu finally registers everything you have said till now and everything hits him all at once.

"W-What are you talking about? Why do you want a divorce all of a sudden?"

Your monotonous tone rather asks him another question, "We have been married for over two years, nearing its third anniversary. Do you really want to be tied in this marriage?"

Though Mingyu thinks he doesn't know you well enough but he knows you enough to catch the wind of your words. He knows its not because of something he had said that day.

A familiar set of papers lying on the table catches his attention. His gaze then turns towards his office room and his suspicion confirms to be correct when he sees the door opened ajar.

"Why did you enter my office? I had clearly warned you about not doing so.", he says in a strict voice.

"That doesn't answer my question.", you say getting up, "Anyways it doesn't matter anymore. I'll get a lawyer, you get one too and proceed with the divorce. Oh, you already have Jeonghan."

As you turn back, you feel your husband's hand wrap around yours.

"How are you so calm? Why are you not asking me anything? Do I really mean nothing to you?", you hear his voice laced in frustration, "We are married for almost three years now and your cool headedness after, I'm assuming, knowing everything makes me aware of the fact that I really don't know you."

You jerk your hand out of his grip and turn back to look at him, "And how is that my fault? Maybe you've never tried to know me.", your voice drops another octave, "You can stop with the doting husband act now that I know the truth."

Mingyu doesn't miss the way your eyes show vulnerability for a moment. Your words strike a chord within him.

"You signed a contract with my uncle in exchange for marrying me.", you chuckle bitterly, "All you wanted was the stocks of the company uncle owned, a goddamn promotion, this house, everything else but me. I was never on the list. I was just a pawn. I don't know what my uncle saw in you to desperately marry me off to you. I hope all of this was worth it. The stocks must have passed down to you smoothly as it can only be acquired by someone working in the company. You can keep this house, keep everything."

"Y/N--"

"I don't wanna hear anything. I was waiting for you to come back so that I could make you aware that you're busted. I'll to go bed."

Mingyu reaches out for you again but you lay out a hand, "Please, I'm tired."

"O-Okay.", Mingyu backs down noticing the resignation in your demeanor, "But we're gonna talk it out tomorrow morning.", he sounds sincere when he says, "I'm sorry. I hope you'll give me a chance to explain everything."

But little does he know, you've already closed the room for any diversions, that you've decided to part ways with the person who has betrayed your trust.

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End Game 7

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, stalking, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your gaming buddy asks to meet up but it doesn’t go exactly as planned.

Characters: Andy Barber

Note: hump day, wooooo.

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I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

Strange how you never found comfort at home. Well, it never felt like one for you. You were always just a hanger-on. A burden. 

As you enter your grandma's house, you can't help but exhale the tension you've been holding in. She's in her chair, reading, not a word at your arrival. You go into the kitchen, set on eating the frozen meal you lost your appetite for the other night. 

You peel back the corner on the tray and shove it in the microwave. As you shut the door, you nearly wince at the unexpected figure in the doorway. You don't know if you're really surprised or if Andy has you jumpy. Both. 

"Want some coffee?" You offer your grandmother, hoping to appease her. "Tea?" 

She grumbles and waves you off, shuffling across the tile in her slippers. She crosses her arms and her lip sticks out, "nice of that man to come all the way down here like that." 

You turn your attention back to the countdown and shrug, "yeah." 

"He didn't need to just for all that. For you, did he?" She prompts. Her interest both irks and worries you. She never cared about anything. "And after losing his family." 

"Right, yeah, it's tough," you twiddle your fingers at your side. 

"Don't sound so heartbroken," she scoffs, "Christ, wasn't that boy you're friend?" 

You face her as the microwave beeps, "grandma..." you can't tell her. If she even bothered to listen, she wouldn't believe you. She doesn't even know Andy and she's already taking his side. Typical. "Yeah, I'm sad. Guess I'm a bit in shock." 

You turn back and take the too hot tray out, holding back a hiss at the singe in your fingertips. You spin and cross the kitchen to grab a fork. Your grandma huffs and putters after you.  

"He sent them flowers," she says. 

You stir the noodles and cheese, "he did." 

"Fancy. Expensive." 

You don't really get why she's still harping on. She didn't put so much mind to your prom or graduation or even when you got your job. Yet you can't be surprised where she's strayed; she's always been on you about money.  

"Seems to me he's a bit lost," she says, "you're..." she weighs her words before she speaks, something she rarely does, "maybe he's tryna find some direction. He might... might wanna take care of ya." 

"Huh?" You make a face and glance at her from the corner of you eye. 

"Like, I dunno, I watch those talk shows, grief is something nasty. I would know," she goes on. You can't remember the last time you heard her talk so much. "He only got-- had the one kid. You're about the same age... maybe he's tryna, I dunno, replace what he lost." 

You nearly laugh in her face. Really? This is what she cares about? You stare at her and furrow your nose. You could tell her. You could try. She's listening. For once.  

"I don't think... it's not... I'm not his responsibility and I don't wanna be." 

"You're barely your own responsibility," she sneers, "can't see a good thing in front of you." 

"Grandma--" 

"Well? Pretty sure there's more where those flowers came from," he tuts, "you got a few hard lessons to learn, girlie. 

You look down at the macaroni. You're not hungry anymore. You grab the tray and walk away. 

"Yeah, well, maybe you shoulda tried to teach me some, huh?" You toss over your shoulder and stomp out of the kitchen. 

You go into your room and kick your door shut. How is he doing this? How is everyone, even a woman who hasn't lived in reality for twenty years, on his side? 

You put the tray and fork down and go to the other side of the bed. You sit facing the window and drop your head into your hands. The only person you have is too far away. Besides, you don't want to drag her into this. Not any more than you already have. 

🎮

For once, you’re anxious to get to work. You welcome the distraction from everything else; debt, grandma, and the biggest problem of all, the one you won’t even name. You stroll up to the ice cream booth as Luis stands outside the window, chatting to Jessie as she stands at her vigil inside. You frown. You don’t see the manager often. Only when he hired you. 

“Ah, there she is,” Luis spots you and waves you over, “right on time.” 

As he checks his watch you pull out your phone. You’re early, like always. His presence is more than a coincidence. You have this ripply feeling in your stomach. You black your phone and cross your arms, hiding it under your elbow. 

“Hi, how’s everything going?” You ask as you approach the kiosk. 

“Everything’s great,” Luis smirks, “sunshine’s out, customers too.” 

You glance around. The picnic tables are mostly full. It is the perfect weather for a scoop. 

“Yeah, gonna be a busy shift,” you pander with a smile. 

“Hey,” Luis wags his finger as if remembering something, “before you start, let’s have a chat.” 

“Oh, alright,” you agree. 

He waves you away from the window as more customers approach. You follow him to one of the tables. You wait for him to sit before you do the same. He looks around from behind his black lenses and tilts to reach into his back pocket. He slides out his phone and brings it forward to cradle in both hands. 

“So uh, how are you liking it? The work?” He asks. 

You’re uneasy. You stare at his cell then look him in the face. 

“It’s good. Steady,” you answer as you keep your own phone in your lap. 

“Mhmm,” he hums and once more glances around, “look, this is never easy but I got a complaint--” 

You blink slowly. You’re not surprised. You figured it would happen. Still, you thought maybe Andy might be above that. Or anything at all. 

“Obviously, I take these things seriously. This business is all about customer service, especially with the Dairy Queen down the block,” he explains, “but I do try to give the benefit of the doubt. I checked the cameras.” He pauses for effect as you shrink down, “you closed the window.” 

You sigh and heave out a breath, “I did.” 

“You know we don’t do that,” he reprimands. 

“Sir, I know but... the customer... he wasn’t a customer. He’s... bothering me.” 

He pokes his tongue into his cheek and scratches his neck, “oh? Didn’t look like that type. When I spoke to him, he didn’t even seem upset. He just asked me to check in, really, but it’s not his shop. He don’t gotta worry about the bottom line. I do.” 

“It won’t happen again,” you wisp out. 

“I know it won’t,” he says. 

You sit, waiting for him to continue. He just stares at you. You shake your head. No. 

“Sorry, I gotta let you go.” 

“What? It’s my first complaint--” 

“This is an ice cream shop, how many of those do you think we get? Not very hard to keep the people happy so if you’re getting unhappy customers, well, that’s all I need to know.” 

“Please, Luis, I need this job--” 

“Shouldn’t have closed the window. I’m sorry. That’s the one rule.’ 

“God, I--” you huff and snarl, “whatever. Fine.” You stand and untie your apron, “get your bottom line.” 

You toss the apron on the table and swipe up your bag. You turn without waiting for another empty apology. Fuck. It’s shitty but hey, there’s always the DQ and now you have experience, right? 

🎮

You fill out an application for the Dairy Queen and a few other places. Your job hunt has been chronic as it is. It’s only that your search for a second gig, is now back to square one. You have only your last check coming to you before you’re digging into your meagre savings; the money meant for tuition. 

Your grandma is back to living in her novels. Good. You didn’t realise until before how much you preferred it. 

As you close yourself in your room, your phone vibrates. You look down at the message. It’s him. He’s been messaging, still thinking he might talk you into it. He is a lawyer but this isn’t his court. This is your life. 

How pathetic. A grown man meddling in the affairs of a nineteen-year-old. If you could let go of the catfishing, everything else has assured you of his character. You flop onto your bed and swipe away his texts. 

You wallow there for a while. In self-pity, in futility, in listlessness. You don’t know what to do. Everything is at a standstill. You have no job, you don’t know if you can pay for next semester, let alone the year, and you’re stuck in this deadbeat town. 

You put on a video to try to drown out the incessant anxiety. Today, you’re just going to let yourself sink. You can deal with everything tomorrow. You close your eyes and yawn, drifting into a haze that makes your head fuzzy. 

You’re roused by another vibe of your phone. You ignore it. He’s not going to get an answer. He can keep skirting around your blocks but you’re not wasting your energy. You’ve told him enough times to leave you alone. He has to get bored eventually. 

You roll over and bury your head in the pillow. You hear your grandma clunking around in the kitchen. You hate this place. You hate your life. The more you think about it, you can’t deny how horrible it really is, especially in the shadow of your dwindling future. 

What did you do to deserve this? You’re a good person. At least, you’ve always tried to be. It feels like a lot of karma for that Twizzler you stole when you were eight. 

Your grandmother keeps up the racket and your phone keeps on buzzing. You flip over and sit up. You snatch up the phone and stop yourself from flicking your thumb sideways. It isn’t him. It’s Kara. You never did call her back. 

You answer and put her on speaker, “hey, sup?”  

“Hey,” her voice is shaky, “uh, I don’t know.” 

“What?” You sit up straighter, “is everything--” your voice trails off as you listen to the commotion on her end; chatter you can’t make out, movement obscured through the speaker, “what do you mean you don’t know?” 

“The cops are here,” she murmurs, “I don’t know. They just showed up. Said they got a call from the landlord or something. Cause it’s the property owner, they can just come in or whatever. I don’t know, I don’t know...” Her voice quivers with panic, “me and Calvin were just hanging out...” 

“That’s... why would they--” 

“Shoot, I think...” she lowers her voice, “they must’ve found his stash. Shit, shit.” 

“Kara?” Your heart races as you try to keep track of what’s going. 

“Miss, can you please hang up the call? We need to question you,” a deep voice interjects. 

“One second, I’m just on the phone with--” 

“Miss, hang up or you’ll be charged with obstruction.” 

The line cuts and you gape at your phone. What the hell? You try to dial back, the call rolls through but doesn’t pick up. You try again and again. You get out of bed and pace, texting Kara helplessly. Shit, shit! How is this happening? Over what? A tiny dime bag? Everyone smokes, not that you’re the biggest fan. Too smelly for you. 

You put your hand to your forehead. What do you do? You can probably get a bus ticket. Even if you get to her, the bond is going to be way more than you can afford. You doubt you’ll even be able to scrape it together.  

Do you call her parents? No, they’d kill her, then she’d kill you. 

You shake as your legs turn to jello. You sit back down and close your eyes. Holy crap, this can’t be real.  

Your phone vibrates. It doesn’t stop. You look down at the incoming call. Unknown Caller. You’re not stupid. You know it’s him and his timing assures you he had something to do with this. This isn’t a coincidence. Those don’t exist. If there was any sort of luck in this world, you would have found some by now. 

“What?” You put the phone to your ear and snarl. 

“I can help your friend,” he says. 

You’re silent. You want to scream at him. You want to swear at him. You want to call him every nasty word you can. But this isn’t about you, not just you. You brought Kara into this mess, even if you never meant to. You won’t let her pay for your stupidity. 

“Meet me at Oxford and Maris. There’s a restaurant--” 

“Fine,” you snip and hang up. 

You lower your phone and shudder. He won. Given his career, he must be used to that. 

[kayhi808]

Now & Then

Again, this all started with a request from @armystrong980 and I've run amok with it. I thought I'd wrap this up in 2 parts but now it may be 3...or 4. I hope you enjoy it. Thanks so much for the reblogs or comments. You all kept me motivated 😘😘😘

Then & Now

Natasha sits in the pilot seat, flying back to the Compound because Steve insisted on being beside the Cryo-chamber that they just recovered. The steady hum of the Quinjet engines doesn't soothe Steve's racing heart like it usually would. Tony received intel on an abandoned HYDRA base, which wasn't unusual. Tony, Natasha & Steve flew out thinking it was supposed to be a quick survey of the base. Nothing more.

To their surprise, they found heat signatures for a small group of people, less than 8, not a problem for the 3 most skilled Avengers. Once Tony breached the small lab, blasting through the doors, making an entry for Steve and Natasha. Quickly they noticed it contained mostly researchers.

They were expecting a fight and was taken aback by HYDRA Agents gunning down the staff. Once the lab had been compromised, they started tying up loose ends. Getting rid of evidence. Because of that small pause, Tony and his team were only able to save 1 technician, before killing the Hydra Agents.

As Natasha zip-tied the techs wrists behind her back, "You have to get the Asset!"

Steve's head whips around, "What did you say??"

"The Asset is still in Cryo. No one will be here to tend it."

Did HYDRA get Bucky back? Did he return to them after saving him & pulling him from the river? Was that why Sam hasn't been able to locate him? "Where is he?!"

"Through the doors there."

Steve races through the doors followed by Tony. Along one side of the wall, are the 3 cryo-chambers, but only one is filled. Steve rushes over but the Asset is definitely not who he was expecting. A pained moan comes from the back of Steve's throat. Tony looks between the Asset & Steve. Steve who has turned as white as a sheet, can only stare at the chamber in horror.

"Cap?"

"She's..." Clears his throat, moving closer to the chamber. "I know her. I grew up with her in Brooklyn." Runs his finger along the window, tracing the features of your face. "Her unit was ambushed during WWII, they said there were no sur...survivors."

"HYDRA had her."

*****

With extra special care, Steve & Tony get the Cryo-chamber transported onto the Quinjet and hooked up to a generator. Natasha was tasked with hacking into the system & retrieving any information she could get on the activities of the lab & you.

Y/N. Steve still can't wrap his brain around finding you. First Bucky & now you. All the people he's loved has been taken by HYDRA. Miraculously, you've also both returned to his life. The telegram he got all those decades ago said there were no survivors, but here you were. You looked exactly the same as you did when he said good bye to you at the train station. Now if he can only get you back to the Compound & see if Banner & Dr. Cho can safely revive you.

A thousand different questions flood Steve's brain. What happened in Germany? Would you remember him? Did HYDRA mess with your mind the way they did with Bucky?

Natasha places the Quin on autopilot & checks on Steve who hasn't left the side of the chamber since they boarded. They sit in companionable silence, Steve with his head in his hands, palms pressed against his eyelids. Quietly, Steve starts to speak. "Growing up, she was my best friend. Y/N. Even before Buck came along. When I was sick, she'd always visit me & kept me company. She'd tell me the most magical stories so I wouldn't get bored. From the age of 4 we were inseparable."

"She must have meant a lot to you."

"She'd always insist we were twins because our souls were the same. Soul Twins." Steve chuckles & Nat smiles. "She was a nurse and wanted to help, do her part in the war. She enlisted in the Army Nurse Corp. I had never seen Bucky so furious. They had a bad falling out. I wanted to support her, but I was so afraid something bad would happen to her." Looks as her asleep in the chamber. "We should have talked her out of it. I should have talked her out of it."

"She sounded like an intelligent woman who knew her own mind. I'm sure she helped so many soldier on the front lines. She did what she wanted to do." Steve silently nods.

"Losing her, motivated us to enlist as well. Definitely, Bucky. He requested to be sent to Germany. He wanted to look for her. He had trouble accepting she was gone."

"And now you have her back."

"But will she remember me? What if HYDRA made her forget me?"

******

1943, Germany

All you remember is your blood being on fire. It felt like you were being burned from the inside out. Battery acid flowing through your veins. Your wrist and ankles would be bloody wounds from you fighting against your metal restraints. Your screams would go unheeded. The screams that they tore from your throat prevented you from catching your breath. You'd always lose consciousness, welcoming the darkness.

Whatever HYDRA had hope to accomplish with you, failed. The only thing that you noticed was that you healed remarkably fast. Your regenerative abilities where much greater than a human should be. No super strength or speed which is what these people were hoping for. That didn't stop them from experimenting on you. They'd torture & wound you to see how quickly you'd recover or heal. Everyday was a nightmare. You wished you were dead.

When better & more interesting subjects caught their notice, they left you alone. They stuck you in the lab & med bays, patching up injured assets. They didn't trust you with their actual experiments because you tried to sabotage them one too many times. They could never fully control you because of your stubborn streak. Until that one evening they brought in their latest triumph.

You've heard this poor man's screams for days as the serum ran through his veins. As HYDRA burned him from the inside out. They finally brought him in for you to tend and heal. The first thing you notice is his metal prosthetic arm. The edges of flesh, red and raw, sealed to metal. It made you sick to see what they've done to him. Long dirty hair laying limply in his face. Gently, you brush it back off his forehead checking for fever. His face. His face has haunted your dreams. Your Jamie. Bucky.

Stumbling away from the bed, hands over your mouth to keep your scream in. Wide-eyed you stare at him lying there. With tears streaming down your face, you make your way back towards the bed. Kneeling down beside him, "What did they do to you?" Staring at his metal arm and the other scars that litter his body. "Oh Jamie." You rest you head next to his and cry.

Hoarse and raw from his screams, "Don't cry, doll." Quickly looking up, red & bloodshot doesn't detract from those blue eyes you used to get lost in. Glassy and unfocused, he stares at you and gives you a sad smile before losing consciousness.

"Bucky."

*****

HYDRA agents returned the next morning for Bucky and you fought to stay by his side. You weren't going to let those monsters hurt him again. You cry out as they hit you, waking Bucky from his drug induced slumber. He recognizes you immediately, yelling your name as he rushes to you, quickly snapping the necks of the agents and tossing them aside. He pulls you to him, wrapping his arms around you, chanting your name like a prayer. You feel his cold metal arm against your back. "I need to get you out of here, babe." You can only stare at him and nod your head. He drops a firm kiss to your lips while grabbing your hand in his. He takes the weapons off the dead mens bodies and pulls you after him.

You make it almost the end of the hallway before alarms start blaring and the sound of yelling and the stomping of boots can be heard headed in your direction. The hall is engulfed with Hydra agents. You're way out numbered but Bucky takes down as many men as he can before he is a overwhelmed and you're taken from him.

Grabbed from behind, an arm around your throat and used as a shield, you face Bucky. "Drop your weapon, Sargent Barnes." You shake your head at him until the arm tightens around your neck, choking your words off. "Do. It. Now." You hear the swish of a switch blade before you feel it embedded in you leg. You scream and you hear the clattering of guns as the guards tackle an unarmed Bucky to the ground.

"No! Leave him alone! Stop... Stop..." You scream in between sobs as they drag Bucky away. Your nightmare has gotten worse. HYDRA now knows that their super soldier has a weakness. You.

@severelykinky @panandinpain0 @elijahssuit @ordelixx @moonlovefairy @cjand10 @vicmc624 @marianastudiesart @k-marzolf @thefandomplace @snowkestrel @longlivedelusion @insomiaxx

[xieyaohuan]

Barbara Findley and her relationship with Homelander

I have many thoughts about Barbara Findley and her relationship with Homelander, so I'm going to try to unpack some of them here. Their relationship is interesting and twisted -- she's more fucked up than Vogelbaum in many ways, and despite all that, Homelander is still trying to get a sign of approval from her in this scene, and leaves her alive in the end.

First, like the other scientists, she still calls him John. He recognizes her immediately (no big surprise there -- he was asking for her earlier and was disappointed she was offsite).

Unlike with the others (or with Vogelbaum, for that matter), he does not berate her for calling him John or try to correct her. My guess is, in this moment, it doesn't even occur to him that he could ask her to call him Homelander, like he did with Marty just moments ago.

She gives him an order, to put Marty out of his misery.

He tries to act nonchalant and like he doesn't care but follows her order immediately.

He tries to regain control by taking her into the bad room. She's still calling him John, and it still does not occur to him that he could try and get her to call him Homelander instead.

She interrupts him effortlessly when he tries to give her a piece of his mind:

She does make an effort to save the other people in the lab by taking responsibility.

He's clearly upset when she tells him the others were scared of him, "terrified from your first breath".

Now here comes the first interesting part: Homelander tries to get reassurance from her that she wasn't scared of him. Or rather, he knows that she wasn't scared of him (since he can and could read her vitals) and wants a reassuring answer from her as to why that was:

It almost seems like he's hoping for an answer along the lines of, "I was not scared of you because I knew you would never hurt me. I always knew you were a good boy." For a very brief moment, it looks like he's genuinely hoping she'll say what he's always wanted to hear (but has never heard) from her mouth, some kind of expression of love for him.

Instead, she tells him the ugly truth why she was so certain he would not hurt her.

Now, here comes the second interesting part: Unlike Vogelbaum, she still works at Vought, and from the way she tells the story, I get the sense it may have been her idea to bring in the psychologists and try to engineer his need for love.

It's pretty clear that, unlike Vogelbaum, she still takes pride in her work. She knows there's a really good chance she's going to die today, but she's still proud of what she did. Unlike Vogelbaum, she does not consider him her greatest failure.

On the contrary, she seems to consider him the success of a fucked up but (to her) intellectually stimulating experiment, and she outright says so:

It's a double punch because she tells him that engineering "human" needs in him, the thing he hates the most, was a greater success than developing his physical powers and making him the strongest man on earth, something he clings on to as a source of pride.

Homelander reasserts himself and gets his revenge by killing everyone in front of her. And it could be argued that he's punishing her by keeping her alive. Maybe he's telling himself he's letting her live so she can witness his rise to godhood, his overcoming his humanity, which she said he would never be able to do. But ultimately, I think that even after everything she's done and after everything else she's just confessed to him, he just can't get himself to kill his last parental figure.

[kyliekast]

“”i was just gonna work with art on his grandma's farm for now. when we're on break and stuff.’”

Thinking thoughts of reader visiting Patrick on the farm with their son….

you get me. you get me so bad

the farm is far, but you don't mind driving the whole way, because you love art and want to see what jake's gonna be staying in for a couple weeks. it's a sprawling acreage, horses, cows, sheep, and goats fenced, grazing. you see a stable and chicken coop.

you gape as you park your car in the driveway. you see patrick's suv, art's truck, and another car that looks like it belongs to an older woman, if the bumper stickers are anything to go by. the house itself is huge, a flower wreath on the door, farm cats prowling around the porch, darting under the porch swing. there's a glimmering pool to the side, too, where art and patrick lounge in long chairs until they look at your car. they're smoking cigarettes in swim trunks.

patrick immediately hops up, and art follows, but you get out of your car and shout, "finish your cigarettes before you come over here!"

they both just snuff them and run over. you affectionately roll your eyes and go to unstrap jake from the carseat. he's in his little blue shirt, and you coo at him as you pick him up, soothing him out of his nap. he babbles tiredly and pops his thumb into his mouth. he has patrick's ears already. they peek from beside his head as he hides his face in your chest from the sun. "i know, baby, i know. we'll get you a nap soon." you walk towards the porch, sundress pooling at your ankles.

you note patrick's staring.

art talks first, excitedly going to give you a side hug. "hi."

"hi, art. one of you has manners, thank god. wanna take him inside? it's too hot out." only because you need to talk to patrick.

art nods excitedly and bundles jake in his arms, letting him grab at his fingers as he walks away. "c'mon, little guy. let me show you the crib me and your daddy built."

when art's inside, you look at patrick with your hands on your hips, waiting for him to say something.

his eyes rake your body one, two, three, a million times. "you look hot."

"if you lose even one of his socks -- "

"i always buy another fucking pair -- !"

"you shouldn't need to!"

"it's socks!"

"oh my god, whatever. whatever. give me a house tour, zweig, i wanna make sure my kid's not staying in a saw trap." you grab jake's bag and follow him in. it's the opposite of a saw trap, in all honesty. it's beautifully decorated, obviously touched by a woman. you walk up the stairs, walls lined with family photos. "who's staying here with you guys?"

"art's great aunt. his grandma's still not doing too hot."

"alright. so not by yourselves, right? someone with sense?"

"yes, mama bear. put the claws away."

"is she here?"

"she's busy. she's in the stables."

"well, can i talk to her?"

patrick groans. "you don't trust me? art?"

"this place is just really far away, okay? plus you guys are supposed to be working, right?" it didn't look like they were when you pulled up, but whatever. you let genuine concern seep into your voice, immediately regretting it when patrick looks at you with such softness.

"you could just stay here."

you could. it's gorgeous, vast. there's surely a guest room. you bite your cheek. "do you think he'd mind?"

"art? no, he misses you. he asked me if i'd ask you."

"well," you mumble, reaching the top of the stairs, "he should've asked me. i can't say no to him."

"nobody can. it's the -- "

" -- the puppy eyes -- "

" -- puppy eyes, yeah."

you walk into the nursery and, despite your stubbornness, you can't help yourself from going, "aw." it's much more rustic than either of his back home, and everything looks antique and cozy, all the quilts handmade. a crochet tapestry hangs on the wall, beside the crib where he sleeps, giraffe heads whittled into the bedframe's pikes. you thumb the sculpting. "did you guys really make this?"

art nods proudly, standing with his hands in his swim trunks' pockets. "do you think it looks good?"

"yeah, it's adorable. thank you."

patrick takes that. "youuu're welcome." you stare at him, and he laughs, scratching at his nose. "yo, art."

he perks. "yeah?"

"she said she wants to stay."

"i did not, patrick offered -- "

and there it already is, the excited glimmer of those eyes. "oh, well. if you want!"

jesus christ, you can't tell him no now. he's already rattling off about all the steaks they have and need to cook, how warm the pool gets, how big the guest room is. while he rambles, you shoot patrick a glare that could kill a hundred men.

[lemoncrushh]

Carrot Cake

Summary: Harry has something he's been wanting to ask Y/N, but the timing is never right.

Warnings: None, just fluffy fluff

Word Count: 1695

A/N: Another shortie from 2017. Written in third person but the fc's name has been changed to Y/N.

It had been on Harry's mind for quite some time. He loved her. He wanted to be with her. She was over at his place all the time anyway. She already had a key. It only made sense.

He'd tried to say something yesterday morning after Y/N had taken her shower and was getting dressed.

"Come sit with me," he beckoned, patting the bed beside him.

"Sorry love," she said as she pulled her blouse over her head. "I have to get to work early this morning."

"So no time for breakfast? You have to eat."

Stepping into her pumps, she leaned over and kissed him.

"I'll grab something on the way," she murmured against his lips. "Have a good day."

Frowning, he watched her cross the room to the door.

"What about tonight? Are we still on for dinner?"

"Of course," Y/N nodded. "Bye, Harry."

With a sigh, he grabbed a fistful of sheets, listening for the sound of the front door closing. He reckoned he might have to get her attention some other way.

"Harry!" Y/N exclaimed when she saw him step off the lift that afternoon. "What are you doing here?"

With a shy grin, Harry lifted the bags of food in his hands.

"Since you couldn't have breakfast with me, I brought lunch."

"That's...so sweet."

Y/N eyed her supervisor who gave her a nod, then she gestured toward the hallway that led to the break room. Following her in, Harry set the bags on the table and began to empty them.

"Ooh, you got me my favorite salad!" exclaimed Y/N.

"I did," grinned Harry with a wiggle of his brows.

"Did you get extra salad dressing?"

"Of course."

Lifting the container of the poppyseed honey mustard dressing Y/N liked, Harry beamed at her like a child with a good report card.

"I love you!" squealed Y/N as she gave Harry a kiss on the cheek before she sat down.

"I love you, too. And I have something else."

Y/N's eyes widened like saucers as Harry pulled the last item out of the second bag.

"Carrot cake!" she cheered.

"That's only if you finish your salad," Harry teased.

"Yes, sir."

The two began to eat their lunch as Harry contemplated how to bring up the subject. Finally, he decided to just wing it.

"So, I've been thinking..."

"Hmm?" Y/N sounded as she chewed. "'Bout what?"

"Well...um...you know how you have a few of your things at my place..."

Y/N paused her fork in mid air as she glared at Harry.

"Is it too much?"

"Y/N?" a voice called from the hallway.

"No," Harry shook his head.

"I can take some of it home, if it's in the way."

"No, baby, that's not what-"

"Y/N!" the voice rang again.

"I'm in the break room!" she replied back.

A face peeked around the corner, a young lad that worked in Y/N's department.

"Ah, there you are. Melinda needs you."

"Now? I'm having lunch."

"Just for a minute."

With a heavy sigh, Y/N rose from her chair.

"Be right back," she mumbled to Harry who nodded.

By the time she returned, Harry was already halfway through his salad.

"Sorry. What were we talking about?" she asked as she took her seat again.

"Um..."

"Oh yes! My things at your place. I suppose I thought..." Y/N shook her head. "Never mind what I thought. I'll get them out of your way."

"No, love, that's not what I was getting at."

"It's not?"

With a nervous chuckle, Harry dug his fork into his salad.

"I like your things there."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," Harry nodded. "In fact, I'd love it if-"

"Y/N!"

"Oh for heaven's sake!" she shouted. "What now?"

"Y/N," called Regina who stood in the doorway. "We need you again. Hi, Harry."

Harry hesitantly waved his hand at the girl he vaguely remembered meeting once before.

"Seriously? It can't wait? I'm having a lovely lunch with my boyfriend. Or at least I'm trying to."

"It'll just take a minute."

"That's what they said last time," groaned Y/N. When she reached the doorway, she turned back to Harry. "I probably won't get to the cake. Can you take it home?"

"Sure."

This time she was gone longer. Harry had thrown away his trash, bagged up the slice of cake and sat back in his chair. He was beginning to think this wasn't such a good idea.

"Sorry, baby," Y/N mouthed when she returned. "I have to get back to this project."

"No worries," he shrugged.

"I feel awful. This was such a sweet gesture."

"Don't worry about it," Harry said, walking around the table to give her a kiss. "We still have dinner tonight."

"Oh...yeah...about that..."

Harry's shoulders dropped, already knowing how the sentence ended. "You have to work."

"Yeah. Probably. Maybe. I'm not sure how late."

"It's okay," Harry said with a sigh. "We can do it some other time."

"I'm really sorry."

"Baby..." he placed his hands on her cheeks, "I said it's fine."

"I can still come over later.

"And stay...the night?"

"...maybe."

With tight lips, Harry nodded, dropping his hands to his sides.

"I'll put your cake in the fridge," he said as he grabbed the bag.

"Okay. Thanks."

"Bye, love," he whispered low as he gave her a soft kiss goodbye.

It was late. He checked the clock on the microwave. Okay, so it was only 9:00. It wasn't that late. It just had felt as though the minutes had ticked by achingly slowly because he'd really wanted to talk to her.

Walking to the refrigerator, Harry opened it to reveal its contents, though he had no clue what he was in the mood for. His gaze met the clamshell box that held the uneaten carrot cake that he'd planned on sharing with Y/N. It sounded good, but he wasn't sure if he was in the mood for something sweet. Then he spotted the two remaining bottles of beer, the last two from the six pack that he and Y/N had shared the previous weekend during a Netflix marathon. They'd planned to finish them off but had ended up in his bed earlier than expected.

Slamming the door shut, Harry leant against it, crossing his arms and checking his watch.

She wasn't coming, was she? And even if she did, it would be so late and she'd be so tired and not want to talk or do anything else but sleep.

Opening the fridge again, Harry took the cake out and grabbed a fork from the drawer before taking a seat at the table. As soon as the cream cheese frosting met his tongue, he closed his eyes. He'd just swallowed his first bite when he heard the front door unlock.

"Harry?"

"In the kitchen!"

"Oh my god, what a day!"

He heard the clunk of something hitting the floor and a clink of keys being dropped on the table in the entryway.

"I swear, Melinda would have us spending the night there if she could. I seriously think she has no life outside of work."

Y/N turned the corner just as Harry shoved his second bit of carrot cake in his mouth.

"Hey! I was gonna eat that!"

Harry stopped mid-bite and glared at her. "Wha-?"

"That piece of cake. I was saving it."

"Sorry," Harry swallowed, pushing the container towards Y/N. "Here. I only ate two bites."

"No," she sighed, waving her hand. "Eat it. I don't need it anyway."

"Share?" Harry raised a brow. "I bought it for both of us anyway."

Slowly, Y/N's lips turned up into a smile and she opened a kitchen drawer to get a fork. Then she pulled back a chair to sit down next to Harry.

"Mmmm!" she sounded, licking the frosting from her lips. "Wow, that's good."

"I know," Harry grinned, taking another bite for himself.

He watched Y/N as she chewed, the look of bliss on her features.

"I'm glad I didn't try to eat this at lunch," she declared. "I wouldn't have enjoyed it like this."

"Let's move in together."

Y/N stopped mid lick, her tongue still on her fork where she was trying to remove the frosting.

"Huh?"

"Let's move in together," Harry repeated, a little more emphatically.

Dropping her fork on the table, she glared at him.

"Harry...you...I work crazy hours. You'd never see me."

"I'd see you more than I do, because you'd be living here."

"But...are you serious?"

Harry nodded, reaching for her hand.

"It makes sense. You're here a lot anyway. And your things are here..."

Y/N sat back, her lips turning up into a smile. "This is what that was about today. At lunch."

Harry grinned. "Yeah. Only I kept getting interrupted."

Taking a deep, slightly shaky breath, Y/N let it out slowly as she threaded her fingers through Harry's.

"You had me frightened for a minute, you know. I thought you were trying to break up with me."

Harry shook his head. "Never."

Biting her lip, Y/N let out a nervous giggle.

"I'm a horrible housekeeper," she admitted. "I drop my bag wherever I feel like it. And I leave the cap open on the shampoo."

Harry shrugged. "I sometimes forget to share and eat all your cake."

As Y/N laughed harder, Harry pulled her into his lap.

"Move in with me," he said. "Please."

"Can I have a day or two to think about it?"

"No."

Y/N poked him in the ribs which made him wrap his arms around her tighter.

"I love you, Y/N," he declared.

"I love you, too."

"Let's give this a try, yeah?"

Sucking in her lips, Y/N nodded. Harry placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

"No pressure," he teased.

"You're just asking for a tickle fight, aren't you?"

"Jesus, no. Not on our first night as a...whatever kinda couple you call us."

Y/N beamed as she ran her fingertip across his dimple on his left cheek.

"Good point. I have a better idea to christen the occasion."

Harry raised a brow. "Oh?"

"Yep." Y/N reached behind her and grabbed the clamshell box. "Let's finish this cake."

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[katelynnwrites]

birthday girl | sydney lohmann

warnings: mentions of sex

word count: 403

summary: it's your girlfriend's birthday

a/n: a very tiny something because it's pookie's birthday

you've never been more thankful that your girlfriend is such a heavy sleeper.

sydney's hair all tousled and she is completely wrapped up in the comforter.

honestly it's a true blessing that she doesn't even stir when you get up and leave the comfort of your shared bed. or when you place a gentle kiss onto her cheek.

it gives you enough time to make her favourite breakfast and after checking that she is still completely knocked out, run to the cafe around the corner that you two frequent, to buy her a coffee.

only after arranging all the food on syd's bedside table do you climb back into bed with her.

she adjusts to your presence easily, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you back into her side.

your girlfriend grumbles something unintelligibly against your neck and you laugh.

'happy birthday sonnenschein.' you whisper before beginning to properly wake her up by pressing as many kisses as you can onto her face.

still, it takes a few moments before sydney's eyes flutter open and a smile appears on her face.

'hi.' you greet.

'hi.' she parrots cheekily.

'happy birthday.' you tell her again.

the blonde's smile grows and she wraps her arms more fully around you.

'birthday cuddles please. and more birthday kisses too.' she requests softly.

'of course.' you chuckle and place a delicate kiss against her lips before relaxing completely into her.

sydney sighs happily and you reach for her hand so that you can intertwine your fingers.

'there's breakfast waiting for you when you're ready to get up sonnenschein.'

your girlfriend's hazel eyes sparkle.

'i love you. you're the absolute best.'

'anything for my birthday girl.' you meaningfully say and the midfielder softens even more.

with a gentle squeeze to her hand, you lean in to kiss her once more.

'and i love you too.'

sydney can't help the contented sigh that escapes her again and she lets herself close her eyes, intent on soaking in at least another ten minutes worth of bliss.

then a thought crosses her mind and her eyes shoot open again.

'you said i can have more birthday kisses and cuddles. but what about birthday sex?'

you laugh out loud.

'very much still in your cards syd.'

the blonde's grin practically doubles in cheerfulness at your words.

even when she settles back her earlier position of spooning you, her expression never dims.

German Translation:

sonnenschein - sunshine

[dark-l-angel]

if you want requests, I am so delulu, I'm stuck in my own world 24/7 and my brain refuses to stop.....

Jason, who growing up had a crush on reader, but being the clueless person we are we have no clue (I swear it's a curse, I genuinely don't know that someone is into me until they say it. No flirting computes with me) but then the whole- ya know, not living thing happens.... The thing that leads up to Red Hood (I refuse to say it) and reader is later confronted by either Dick or Alfred at the funeral and they're like

“You know he like you, right?” and readers response is

“Not as much as I loved him”

which I guess causes a whole sad thing that I can't cope with, so you decide what happens from there, but basically the ending is when Jason is not the scary evil Red Hood anymore but more the Jason people fantasize about, he tells reader how he feels and IDK man something cute and fluffy, my brain is just sad all the time so all I have is the sad stuff.

Anyways, this is a lot longer than I thought it would be, but here it is, please ignore it if it's weird or too much 😅

have a nice day, peace out ✌️

Princess, believe it or not i had hundreds of scenarios to this situation at fucking 5 a.m when i was ab to pass my bachelor exam *I'm talking math day 💀

And having your own world is nice actually.. ❤ at least you have an escape place from painful reality and ur comfort character is hugging you in your rough times. Hope happiness strikes you like jason's beauty did to me 😃💝 love u deeply 💖

Reunion

Jason todd x fem!reader

"You know that he liked you.. right?" Dick's voice ringed in your ear.. even after all this time.. it's like it happened yesterday..

Thinking while staring at a book jason used to read when you both were younger.. before.. that incident..

You put the book away and picked another, you shared the same love of books with jason, that explains why you become a loyal customer to libraries and coffee shops.

It was always a sad thing to go to libraries, yet it felt like happiness to you.. finally some freedom from this cruel world. You don't have to suffer through reading some simple lines with deep meanings.. in fact, it changed you 360 degrees, your vision to the world has changed since ever jason introduced you to the books.

You were walking around the library while hugging different books, looking carefully through the shelves of another chosen one, Losing all connections with your world, not feeling a specific guy staring at you in admiration.

Your eye fallen on an interesting novel, but it was on the top shelf. You tried to reach it but failed, and you got that idea of reaching it through another book was by your hand. You did, the novel is coming out, but still not enough, you had to put extra efforts by standing on the top of your toes.

"Too bad short angel can't reach her little novel" a tall handsome man was towering you from behind, you looked up and his eyes fell into yours, green emerald eyes inspecting your angelic features in admiration carefully *while you took your time to enjoy his mesmerizing gorgeous beauty like the little whore you and i will do*.

He smirked before looking back to the novel and pulling it out for you, gosh he was handsome, but.. you could swear you know him from somewhere.

He reads the title loud before saying "damn baby girl you've got some pretty good taste out there.. i like it" he smirked "oh thanks, I've always liked that type of stuff especially when *author name* added his pov of the topic.." he laughed.

As you both sat at a coffee shop and continued babbling ab different books to different subjects.. almost everything.. as if you actually know this person years ago, the problem was that you weren't the type to get comfy to people easily.. so what's the matter with this guy?.

Probably his smile that cached your mind? or his emerald eyes and their beauty? his funny jocks? Or it's your shared likings? Or the fact that he was the only person to be able to crack his way through your dead heart and plant a rose of adoration that was meant only for him? The only person to have the ability to warm your heart after all these years? Or him being the reason of your tears of laughter?... sooo much questions going through your head.

You finally managed to ask him.. " i feel like i know you from years, never had fun like this since then.. do i know you by any chance?" You said while wiping away the tears of laughing on his stories.

"You didn't recognize me y/n?" You didn't tell him your name yet.. how would he- "i missed you so much actually... i have been thinking about you in everything i was doing back then, dick might probably told you about it, yet i still do think about you all the time..." you watch the man goes on.. but dick? He spoke about jason only.. and jason is.. gone.. "you forget me y/n?" That can be..

He smiled staring at you in pure love and admiration and adoration.. "It's jason.. the dumb boy who fell dumber in love with you, angel ♡".

Hope you like it ❤ baby gurl was here 😘

[moirindeclermont]

Daily thread about BridgertonS3 and I want to talk about so many things: trauma, the power of representation, the wedding, that 4 second scene at the end, but my mind is still on the mirror scene... So, let's do part 2: I love everything, but every time I watch it (my rewatch count shall not be revealed) what captivates me the most are still Pen's expressions.

Again, I'm in absolute awe of Nicola and her talent, because this is the perfect mix between lust, desire, nerves and innocence. Her expressions, sounds, non verbal language... I can't stop watching it.

But I want to do a deep dive into her thoughts during the scene: I know a thing or two about yearning, and the idea of having the person I want most in the word, saying they love me and then making me seen what they see in me, I'd already pass out on the floor.

Knowing what we know about Pen, how she was treated and the obstacles tmshe has faced, I bet the being in front of a mirror with Colin, while they are about to become intimate, must be like a dream coming true, only better.

Of course there are nerves and agitation, but it's like going on a rollercoaster (for those who enjoy it), it's the adrenaline when you're about to go on stage, it's the out of the body experience that must come with be able to finally cross that bridge with the person you love most.

And I love that she is active in the experience as well. Asking for direction, being supported but without being passive. She desires this. Of course she does. But in a world where even now, women sexuality is often reduced and put on a pedestal, this is revolutionary. She likes being there with Colin. She's experiencing pleasure for the second time in her life and she loves it.

I can't get enough of her expression after the penetration. That split second in which you can see her thinking "oh, this is why people do this". How her entire body comes to life, and even in that moment, she is not passive.

She tries to get closer to Colin, lust in her eyes, the desire finally free to flow.

It was indeed perfect. And even the "can we do it again?" Is still laced with the feeling of discovery. She had a taste and now she wants more. As. She. Should.

And for us, the audience, it is captivating and incredibly powerful to see a woman enjoy herself and her lover, no question, no judgement, no conseguence, even when we know she is LW and this secret is still between them.

It is just a first time. Except, it's not just that. Because this has never been the standard for first time, and maybe Bridgerton can help change that. That, would be a feature indeed!

Ps: I saved so many gifs Idk who did what, if you recognize yours, write me and I'll credit you

First gif: @myargalargan

[wholoveseggs]

Rules {Part Four}

18+ ---- {Masterlist} {Tag-List}

Part Four

Tonight is the night of the dinner party and tensions are running high. Caught between the love for your family and your own desires, things take a dramatic turn when you make a choice you can't take back.

♡♡ I finally get to write about my #1 favorite TVD moment! The Dinner Partyyy! {the campyiness, the tension, the dramaaaa... Its peak TVD} Hope you enjoy! PS: there will be a part five ♡♡

6.4k words - Warnings: salvatore!sibling reader, no smut, lots and lots of drama, so much angst, Elijah being the sexiest middle-part menace he can be, secret affair, forbidden romance, Damon being over-protective, finally adding some proper Stefan moments to the plot, Elena being Elena, my sweet angel ♡ ANDIE STARRR ♡ , vervain, tension, violence, john gilbert & chocolate mousse...

{Part One} {Part Two}{Part Three}

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You sat in front of your vanity, outlining your lips with a deep shade of red, finishing off the look with a dab of gloss.

Damon didn't tell you any details of what he was planning, beyond having a weapon that could kill an Original, which would have seemed absurd if it wasn't your brother. You knew what he was capable of. 

Damon had left not too long ago, telling you he was going to lunch with his girlfriend Andie, and would be back later.

All you knew was that there would be a dinner party tonight and if Elijah showed up, Damon was going to kill him. 

Your phone rang and you glanced over to see Stefan's name on the screen, your pressed speaker, and went back to applying your lipstick.

"Hey," You said, pressing your lips together and checking the color.

"Hello," Stefan replied, sounding a bit tense.

"How's your trip with Elena going?" You asked, grabbing a tube of mascara.

"Well as it can be," he said vaguely.

"I guess you know about the deal then? Elena is willing to die for you, that's very sweet," you said casually, applying the mascara to your eyelashes.

"When did you get so callous? She isn't a martyr, she's just naive," he sighed.

You felt a pang of guilt for teasing him. He was right, Elena was kind and gentle, and both of your brothers loved her.

"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I know how you feel about her," You said, trying to sound comforting. "It's just that she possesses an unfortunate face,"

Stefan let out a humorless chuckle, and sighed. "Katherine's face,"

"Yeahhhh," you laughed.

"Funny you should mention her, Elena has been reading some old journals written by Johnathan Gilbert," Stefan explained. "It's brought up a lot of memories,"

"Didn't you eat him?" You asked, screwing the cap onto the mascara.

His silence was an answer in and of itself.

"Are you afraid that if Elena learns about your lovely alter-ego she won't love you anymore?" You teased.

"This is serious," he sighed.

"Ok, ok, sorry," You said, standing up and smoothing out your dress. "Always so uptight,"

"Not everyone has it so easy, sister," he grumbled.

"What does that mean?" You asked, your tone slightly offended.

"It's nothing," he sighed.

"No, no. Please, speak your mind," You said, rolling your eyes.

"You've always just been good at it," He began, you could hear the annoyance in his voice.

"At what?" You snapped, pacing around your room.

"Being a vampire," He said bluntly. "You claim to loathe Katherine, yet you aren't that different,"

You didn't know what to say, his words cut you. How dare he compare you to the woman who destroyed your life, turned you and your brothers into monsters. Kept them under her toxic spell while you watched them suffer.

"That's not fair, Stefan," You said softly, feeling hurt and defensive.

"Isn't it?" He asked.

You stayed silent, unsure of what to say, you just stared out the window, the sun shining brightly outside.

"Anyway, I don't have time to debate your morals," Stefan continued. "I'm just calling to tell you to watch out for Damon, killing Elijah won't be easy, he will need your help,"

"And here I thought you didn't trust me," You said, unable to hide the hurt in your voice.

"I trust you more than anyone," he said softly.

You wanted to tell him everything, how guilty and ashamed you felt. You didn't even know why you were feeling these things, Elijah was nothing to you, but you couldn't stop thinking about him, the pain in his eyes, the coldness in his voice, it haunted you.

And now you were going to kill him, Stefan was right... You weren't so different from Katherine.

"Then, trust me when I say, I'll handle it," You said, keeping your tone casual.

"Ok," he said, though his voice sounded hesitant. "Please be careful,"

"I will," you said softly, before ending the call.

You sat down on your bed and pulled on a pair of black velvet pumps. They were tall, and made your legs look amazing. You checked your lipstick and smoothed out your dress, and headed downstairs.

Damon was just arriving home, with Andie in tow. They were carrying bags of groceries, and setting them down in the kitchen.

"Hi, Andie," You smiled.

"Hello darlin," she said, her voice cheery, like always. "Don't tell me that your brother roped you into this mess,"

"Mess?" You asked, raising an eyebrow, giving Damon a questioning look.

"Andie doesn't believe in my abilities to cook," Damon rolled his eyes.

"Damon has a tendency to go overboard with things," she laughed.

Neither of them were actually talking about the cooking. Damon had obviously told her about his plans for the night.

"What are we serving tonight, then?" You asked, giving him a warning look.

"A nice rack of lamb, roasted vegetables, some salad..." Damon trailed off, looking around the kitchen. "Annnd... A dessert that will be sure to knock our guest's socks off,"

You and Andie made eye contact and she smiled, trying not to laugh.

"Sounds lovely, brother," You smiled, reaching out and patting him on the shoulder. "How can I help?"

Damon gave Andie a pointed look and she nodded and left the kitchen, leaving the two of you alone to chat.

"So," he began, as he pulled out a box of matches and lit the burner on the stove. "Change of plans,"

"Change?" You asked, leaning against the counter, crossing your arms.

"I need you to stay upstairs, away from the party," He said, avoiding your eyes.

"What?!" You said, glaring at him. "Why?"

"Because Jenna is coming, and she thinks you are Elena's age... I can't have her asking too many questions," Damon explained.

"That's such bullshit!" You growled, pushing off the counter. "You can't do this on your own,"

"Yes I can," he scoffed.

"So, what? I'm just supposed to stay hidden away in my room, twiddling my thumbs while you try and kill Elijah?" You asked, getting more irritated by the second.

"Yeah, pretty much," He said, his tone casual. "And when it's done you can help me dispose of the body,"

"Are you being fucking serious?" You spat.

"Relax," he chuckled.

"How am I supposed to relax when I know you are going to get yourself killed?!" You asked, throwing your hands in the air.

Damon put down the pan he was holding and turned around, walking over to you and getting in your face, his eyes wild and bright.

"Despite you being a ravenous little killer, you are still my baby sister," he said, his voice soft, but his eyes were still angry. "I was wrong to ask you for help, it's my job to protect you, not put you in harm's way,"

You didn't like this one bit, Damon was stubborn and headstrong, and once his mind was made up, there was no changing it. It infuriated you, the way he saw you as this helpless damsel. Yet, you weren't surprised, he had a tendency to go overboard with things and forget logic. The fact that you were a vampire and could handle yourself was something he often forgot.

You felt humiliated and helpless, and that made you angry, so fucking angry.

"Fuck you," You snapped, turning on your heel, storming out of the kitchen, Damon called after you, but you ignored him, slamming the door to your room shut.

You stood in the middle of the room, feeling a wave of emotion hit you. This wasn't like you, you never let yourself feel like this, so out of control. The last time you felt anything like this was years ago, when you were human.

You hated that feeling, the way your stomach would twist, and your heart would ache. But it wasn't because of Damon... It was because of Elijah.

The sound of the guests arriving floated up to your bedroom. You were sitting on your bed, a glass of wine in hand. You had been drinking all evening, trying to numb the anger, the sadness, and the regret.

The plan was already in motion, there was no stopping it now. Elijah was going to die, and you were told to stay put and let it happen.

You picked up the voices of several familiar people, Alaric, Jenna, Andie, even Elena's estranged father John. All chatting happily, blissfully unaware of your presence upstairs. 

You looked down into your glass, you could see your vague reflection in the dark liquid. You couldn't stand the sight of yourself, the guilt, the shame… it was eating away at you, no longer could you sit there and wallow in it. 

Fuck it, you thought. You finished the glass off with one large gulp and got up, walking over to the full-length mirror.

Your hair was down, the curls flowing down past your breasts, and your makeup was perfect, smoky eyes and deep red lips. All dressed up and nowhere to go, nobody to see.

You headed down the hallway, trying to be as quiet as possible, peeking through the railing on the stairs to see if anyone was there.

Then you heard Elijah's voice, it was hushed and cold, and the words were unintelligible, but it was him, and your heart skipped a beat.

You inched closer, straining your ears, desperate to hear more.

"Can I just say that if you have less than honorable intentions about how this evening is going to proceed, I suggest you reconsider."

His tone was dark and threatening, and you knew Damon would be on the receiving end.

"No, nothing, nothing dishonorable. Just getting to know you," Damon replied, and you could picture his cocky smile.

"Hmm. Well, that's good," Elijah sounded skeptical, and you could hear him walking inside and closing the door.

"Because, you know, although Elena and I have this deal, if you so much as make a move to cross me, I'll kill you and I'll kill everyone in this house. Are we clear?" Elijah's tone was firm and unwavering, and you could sense the tension.

You took a deep breath, steadying your nerves, and walked down the stairs. Your feet a bit wobbly in your heels, the wine was catching up with you.

Everyone was looking at you by the time you got to the bottom, and you were sure your face was flushed, your cheeks pink. But all you could see was Elijah. His dark eyes watching you, and your heart was racing. Surely he wouldn't kill you in front of all these people.

"Well, well, well. Look who decided to join us," Damon chuckled nervously, walking up to you and putting his arm around your shoulder, squeezing you forcefully. "This isn't a party for teenagers, sweet sister,"

The tension was thick, and it was clear that Damon didn't want you there.

"I just wanted to come say hello, I was getting bored upstairs," You said casually, pulling away from him.

"Oh, c'mon Damon, it's alright. She can stay for the food," said Jenna, giving you a warm smile. She was so kind, you didn't want to see her get hurt.

"No, really. She should be going, right sis?" Damon said, glaring at you.

"No, I think I'm gonna stay, I was promised dinner, after all," You replied, meeting his eyes, defiance shining in them.

Elijah cleared his throat, stepping towards you and Damon, his face neutral. "Nice to meet you Miss Salvatore," he took your hand and kissed it, his lips lingering for a moment longer than necessary.

Damon was looking at Elijah like he wanted to rip his throat out, and you had to resist the urge to smirk.

"And you, Mr. Smith," You replied, trying to hide your amusement.

Elijah gave you a knowing look, and a small smile formed on his lips.

"Call me Elijah," He replied, still holding your hand.

"Elijah, then," You nodded, a shiver running down your spine as his thumb traced your wrist.

You had no idea why he was acting so casual, he had to know this was a trap, and he was just standing there, touching you.

"Ok, now that everyone knows each other, let's eat," Andie cut in, leading everyone to the dining room.

Before you could follow, Damon grabbed your arm and pulled you aside, his expression one of pure rage.

"What are you doing?" Damon growled.

"Having dinner," You said, pushing him off and brushing past him, walking into the dining room.

The only empty seat available was next to Elijah, who grew stiff when you approached him.

"Is this ok?" You asked, smiling sweetly.

He nodded, pulling the chair out for you, and pushing it back in once you were seated, always the gentleman.

Everyone was seated, and the dinner party was in full swing. Jenna and Andie asked Elijah all about the local history of Mystic Falls, and he bullshitted his way through, telling them stories of the old families that founded the town, local folklore tales, and other nonsense.

Elijah seemed to relax a bit, although he was purposely avoiding looking or speaking to you, his gaze focused elsewhere. But every once in a while you could feel his hand brush yours under the table, making your skin tingle.

You were drinking wine like it was water, and you could feel the effect it was having on you. The world was fuzzy, and everything was so funny. You would giggle or let out an inappropriate snort whenever Elijah would talk, and your face was flush and hot.

"Not to be a party pooper but aren't you a little young to be drinking?" John Gilbert said, looking at you, his eyes narrowing.

You glared at him, raising an eyebrow, he knew that you were a vampire, four times his age no less. But you weren't about to argue in front of sweet and innocent Jenna, who had no clue about the existence of the monsters she was surrounded by.

"She can have a glass, as her guardian I allow it," Damon said casually, not bothering to look up from his plate.

"Ahh, I see, I suppose the rules are a bit more lax when you have Damon as a parent," John added, his expression bitter and cold.

"I think she's had more than a glass," Andie said softly, her tone was concerned as she looked you over.

You felt Elijah's hand come to rest on your thigh under the table, it made your heart skip a beat and Damon look up from his plate.

"She's fine," Damon said, his tone final.

The other guests exchanged awkward glances, Alaric cleared his throat uncomfortably and Jenna and Andie both had worried expressions on their faces.

Elijah's hand was moving higher up your thigh, and it was making your face flush, and you were starting to get wet.

You had no idea why he was touching you, considering he wanted to kill you. But you supposed there is a fine line between lust and loathing.

As soon as everyone finished their meal, Andie got up and Damon gave her a pointed look, whatever he had planned had just begun.

"The gentlemen should take their drinks in the study," she said, giving everyone a smile, her gaze lingering on Elijah.

"I have to say the food was almost as wonderful as the company," Elijah said, smiling at her, and standing up.

"I like you," Andie said softly, returning his smile.

You watched as the men left, Damon looked back at you before he followed them, giving you a wink, and closing the door.

You were fuming, the wine making you angrier than usual, you went to follow but Andie intercepted you, handing you a pile of plates.

Sighing, you reluctantly carried them to the kitchen and started loading the dishwasher, not wanting to draw too much attention.

"Here, let me help," Jenna smiled, taking the glasses from your hands.

"It's fine," You said, forcing a smile.

"Come, drink some water, your face is flushed," Andie said, handing you a glass.

"No more for you," John added, pouring the leftover wine down the drain.

You scowled at all three of them, lecturing you like you were a child. They had no idea what you were capable of, the things you've done. They wouldn't treat you like this if they did.

You took the water, glaring at them, and chugged it, setting the glass down with a little more force than necessary.

Alaric came rushing into the kitchen with a wild look in his eye. He made eye contact with you, and he was out of breath.

"We forgot dessert!" He said, sounding panicked.

"What?" Andie asked, confused.

"Dessert!" Alaric repeated, his body practically vibrating with fear.

Whatever was going on, it definitely wasn't about dessert.

"I can make a chocolate mousse...?" Jenna began, trailing off, looking at Alaric with confusion.

"Perfect! Let's go tell Damon and Elijah," Alaric said in a rush, motioning to Andie who gave him a questioning look but followed him out.

"What is going on?" Jenna asked, turning to you, her eyes wide.

"No idea," You lied, shrugging, hoping to sound convincing.

As soon as Jenna had her back turned, you slipped out of the kitchen and headed for the dining room.

Everyone had already returned, and the tension was palpable. Alaric looked stressed and Damon was smirking, which was a sure sign of a disaster.

Damon and John were seated on opposite ends of the table, glaring at each other, while Elijah sat in center. Andie and Alaric were behind him, rummaging through her bag for some reason.

"What I'd like to know, Elijah, is how do you intend on killing Klaus?" John said sharply, looking over his wine glass at him.

It seemed that the dinner party discussions had finally turned to the real business at hand, you inched into the room quietly, trying not to draw any attention.

"Gentlemen, there's a few things we should probably get clear right now. I allow you to live solely to keep an eye on Elena. I allow Elena to remain in her house living her life with her friends as she does as a courtesy. If you become a liability, I'll take her away from you and you'll never see her again." Elijah's eyes flickered to you, but only for a second.

Before Damon or John had a chance to respond, Andie returned with her notebook in hand, sitting down across from Elijah, ready to interview him, "Okay. My first question is when you got here to Mystic..."

Suddenly, time seemed to slow down, you watched Alaric approach Elijah from behind, an ornate looking dagger in his hand, ready to stab him in the back.

You moved without thinking, lunging at Alaric, wrapping your hand around his wrist and snapping it with ease, causing the dagger to fall to the floor with a clatter.

Alaric crumbled to the floor in pain, looking up at you in shock.

The room suddenly exploded into action, dark veins spread beneath Elijah's eyes, and he lunged at Damon, knocking him over the table and onto the ground, grabbing him by the neck and lifting him into the air, his eyes ablaze.

John grabbed Andie, pulling her out of the way, while Alaric crawled along the floor, cradling his wrist.

You grabbed Elijah's arm, trying to pry him off of Damon.

"Don't! Let him go!" You shouted, struggling against him, his muscles were tensed, and his grip was tight, he wasn't budging.

Elijah looked over his shoulder at you, his dark eyes cold and angry. You gave him a pleading look, trying to convey how important it was that he listened.

"Please, he's my brother, please don't hurt him," You said, your voice breaking as your tears began to flow.

He dropped Damon, who fell to the floor with a thud, coughing and sputtering.

Elijah looked around the room at all the frightened faces, then to the floor where the dagger was lying and picked it up, examining it.

"Clever boy," Elijah looked at Alaric, shaking his head and tsking. "I haven't seen one of these in quite some time,"

He moved to attack Alaric but you jumped in front of him, shielding him with your body.

"Please don't kill him," You pleaded, putting your hands on his chest, trying to push him back.

He was immovable, but his gaze softened when his eyes met yours and he put the dagger in his jacket pocket. His eyes went back to Damon, who was still on the floor, glaring at him.

"Please, don't hurt anyone," You repeated, your hand moving to his hair, running your fingers through it.

He closed his eyes and leaned into your touch, his shoulders sagging, the tension leaving his body.

"Get away from my sister," Damon snarled, his voice rough from being choked.

Elijah looked at Damon, giving him a wicked smile and wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close to him, your face pressed against his chest.

"Oh, she doesn't mind," Elijah smirked, looking at Damon with smug satisfaction.

Damon looked from you to Elijah, his expression a mixture of disbelief and pure rage. His brain couldn't quite compute what he was seeing.

"What did I say?" Elijah began, pausing to pretend he was pondering, "Oh yes! If you so much as make a move to cross me, I'll kill you and I'll kill everyone in this house,"

Your hands curled into his shirt, tugging on it, looking at him pleadingly. His dark eyes went to yours, and his gaze softened, he kissed you on the cheek, wiping away a stray tear.

"Fortunately for you, your lovely sister has been most gracious in her hospitality," He said, looking over your head at Damon.

You were visibly shaken up, looking at your brother with tear filled eyes, your hands trembling against Elijah's chest. He lifted your chin, forcing you to look at him instead of your devastated looking brother.

"So much for rule one," he said quietly, kissing the corner of your mouth.

Damon was seething, his fists clenched, and he was practically shaking with anger.

"Now, I hate to cut this evening short, but it seems I've overstayed my welcome," Elijah sighed, pulling away from you, his tone neutral.

"And as for you. Let me be perfectly clear, if you, or anyone else, attempt something like this again, I will kill you. No mercy. Understood?" Elijah asked, looking directly at Damon.

"Yes," Damon said, his voice dripping with venom.

"Wonderful. Now, I think it's time for me to take my leave," Elijah turned and began to walk out, "I'll be in touch," he called over his shoulder.

As soon as Elijah left, all eyes were on you. Damon's angry glare made you squirm, and the disgusted expressions from Andie, Alaric and John made you feel deep shame. You needed to get out of there.

But before you could , Damon grabbed you, the speed blowing your hair back. His hand went to your neck and he threw you against the wall, his fingers crushing your windpipe.

"Are you crazy? You’re fucking Elijah? ELIJAH?" He yelled right in your face, his rage so uncontrolled he lashed out and hit the wall beside your head, causing the plaster to crack and break.

"What the hell were you thinking?" He continued, his eyes wild, spit flying from his mouth.

"Damon," Andie said softly, stepping forward to calm him. John held her back, helping Alaric to his feet and pulling them both out of the room. John knew better than to get between Damon and his wrath.

"How did this happen? How did he get to you?" He shook you harder, causing the plaster dust to rain down. "Did he compel you? I told you to drink vervain every day!"

You kneed him in the stomach, forcing him to drop you, and you gasped for air.

"No! He didn't compel me, he would never," You snapped, rubbing your neck. "I...I care for him,"

Damon stared at you, his breathing ragged, and his expression completely blank. Then he started to laugh, it was devoid of any warmth, it was all bitterness and mockery.

"Care for him? What is he, your boyfriend? Did he ask you to go steady in-between planning Elena's murder?" Damon sneered.

"That's not fair," You said, scowling, folding your arms. 

"So he's the reason you've been so distant? The reason you've been acting so weird? What, he's using you to get to Elena, isn't he?" Damon was pacing back and forth, his hands in his hair.

"No... We never discus-" You tried to explain.

"This is unbelievable," He groaned, cutting you off, and walking over to the liquor cart, pouring himself a drink, then he froze.

"Please tell me you didn't fuck him in this house," he said, his voice dangerously low.

"Not exactly...," You trailed off, averting your gaze, biting your lip.

Damon downed his drink and smashed the glass against the wall, "Fuck, Y/N, do you have any idea what you've done?"

"I had a plan! Everything just spiraled out of control," You said, your voice shaking, feeling overwhelmed and frustrated. "I tried... I tried to steal the moonstone, for you! For us! He caught me and... and I was stupid. I'm sorry.”

"So you thought you could pull a honeypot on an original?" Damon looked completely dumbfounded, and a little impressed. "Are you insane? Or just dumb?"

His words cut you deeply, mostly because they were the same things you had said to yourself, a million times.

"I thought it would work," You shrugged, your arms dropping, you were feeling defeated.

"And I suppose letting him fuck you was an added bonus, huh?" Damon shot back.

"Yes!" You screamed, frustrated, throwing your hands up. "I like him, Damon! He's interesting and attractive and he treats me like an equal!"

Damon snorted, "Because he thinks you're a slut."

That stung, he had never called you that before and tears sprang to your eyes. You glared at him, as they began to spill down your cheeks. You were done arguing with him, and you were done listening to him. He didn't understand, and you had nothing more to say.

Without another word, you pulled the dagger out of your bra, you had managed to remove it from Elijah's pocket without anyone noticing. You threw it at the floor at Damon's feet and stormed off.

Damon looked at the dagger, his brow furrowed, then back up at the spot you had just occupied, a sinking feeling in his stomach. He had made you cry.

You ran to your room and crawled under the covers, letting all your pent up emotions flow out of you, coming out in gasps and hiccups. You had no idea what to do, you didn't want to choose between your family and Elijah. You didn't want to be forced to pick a side. 

You didn't want to have to give up what you felt when you were around him.

You didn't know how.

It had been a few hours since the disastrous dinner party. You were still laying in your bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying the events over and over again in your mind.

You heard Damon leave not long after your argument. You had no idea where he ran off too. Knowing him, he went to find more trouble. Part of you regretted the fight, the other part of you wanted to strangle him.

You were exhausted, physically and emotionally. It was like every single part of your being was weighed down.

Just then you heard a loud commotion downstairs, the voices of your brothers and Elena floated up to you. There was a strange scraping sound, like they were dragging something heavy across the floor.

You quickly got up to investigate, hopping down the stairs, stopping suddenly in front of a very nervous looking Elena.

"What happened?" You asked, trying to look past her to your brothers.

"Damon told me what happened," She said softly, reaching out to touch you. But you spotted a pair of legs being dragged away towards the stairs leading to the basement.

Your eyes went wide as you figured out whose legs they were. Panic swept over you, and you pushed past Elena and rushed to the basement after them.

Stefan and Damon were throwing Elijah's body into the cell, he looked gray and cold, the dagger sticking out of his chest.

"Elijah! No, no, no," You cried, screaming and trying to get past your brothers. But they were too strong for you, holding you back, and quickly closing the gates.

"Let me go!" You punched at Damon's chest, desperate to get inside the cell, tears streaming down your face.

Damon just held you, refusing to release you, your screams filling the small basement.

Stefan locked the door, following you and Damon upstairs. You were kicking and fighting like a crazy woman, begging them to let you see him.

Once you made it upstairs, Stefan grabbed you and held you in his arms, still you fought and cried for him, despite his pleas for you to stop.

"Please calm down," Stefan begged, holding onto you tightly.

"He came to take Elena, we had no choice," Damon said, his voice sounding tired, like this had been an exhausting evening for him.

"He promised me he wouldn't," You said, your voice cracking, your throat raw.

"He lied, Y/N, that's what he does," Damon replied, sounding exasperated.

"Shut up!" You screamed, jerking out of Stefan's arms and rushing at Damon, your fist connecting with the side of his face. "You did this! He wouldn't have done anything if you hadn't provoked him!"

You managed to hit him twice, splitting his lip, before Stefan grabbed you again, pulling you back.

"Knock it off!" Stefan said sharply, giving you a firm shake. You stopped struggling for a moment, panting.

Elena came and stood next to Damon, looking more sad than angry. She wasn't sure what to say, or what to do in this situation.

"I love him Stefan, please," you begged, sniffling. It was the first time you could admit it out loud, to anyone, to yourself and you wished it was Elijah you could have told first. "You have to let me see him, even if he's dead...I just have to see him."

Your words cut through Stefan's heart. Trembling in his arms, he had never seen you so distraught and in pain. He looked over your head at Damon and Elena, silently asking for permission.

"Fine, I'll take you, but only because you'll probably burn the house down if I don't," Damon said, rolling his eyes.

Stefan let you go and you immediately ran down the stairs, your feet skidding slightly on the concrete floor. You rushed into the cell and fell to your knees beside Elijah's body.

"lijah," you said softly, trying to coax him out of sleep.

He was gray, covered in dark veins, his skin felt cold. Your fingers trembled as you touched his face, your fingers running through his hair.

You laid down next to him, resting your head against his chest, listening to the lack of heartbeat. You lay there for a few minutes, crying to yourself.

You could feel Damon watching you, and it pissed you off.

"Please leave me alone," You said softly, your voice breaking, not bothering to turn and look at him.

Damon was standing there, leaning against the wall, his arms folded, and he looked at you thoughtfully.

"He's dangerous, and he's using you," Damon replied.

"He never learned anything from me!" You snapped, glaring at him, the anger boiling over. "We had an agreement, an understanding! It wasn't like that!"

Damon shook his head, and looked away from you.

"You can't be in love with him. You barely know him." Damon was trying his hardest to get you to see sense.

"Maybe, maybe I'm not," You lied, sniffling, "I just feel like there's something there, something real and I've never felt this way before,"

Damon let out an exasperated sigh, and closed his eyes.

"This will end badly, I'm not going to try and convince you anymore. You're too damn stubborn," He said, opening his eyes and looking down at you.

"Can you bring me a blanket and pillow?" You asked, changing the subject.

"No," Damon said, turning on his heel and leaving the basement.

"Asshole," You muttered, moving back to rest your head against his chest.

A few minutes later, Stefan came down the stairs, carrying a blanket and a pillow, and a bottle of bourbon.

"Thanks," You smiled weakly, taking the blanket and covering yourself with it. You took the pillow and gently lifted Elijah's head, placing the pillow underneath him.

"Is he really dead?" You asked quietly, not looking at Stefan, staring at Elijah's face.

Stefan let out a long sigh, he hated seeing you like this, the sight of you curled up next to a corpse was not a normal one.

I'm not entirely sure," he knelt down, crossing his legs and he sat on the floor next to you. "but he isn't alive either, he's frozen, asleep,"

He reached out and touched your shoulder, turning you to look at him.

"Damon wants to keep him on ice, he doesn't trust Elijah and... neither do I," he tried to say it gently, wanting you to know the truth. "if you wake him up, he will kill us for what we've done... Elena tricked him... He will not be happy,"

"Maybe he will forgive us," you said, looking at him with hopeful eyes, "what if he can feel everything? He must be so scared and lonely,"

"Do you really think he can feel fear?" Stefan asked, raising an eyebrow. "My impression of him is that he isn't the type,"

"He has a big heart, under all that arrogance," you smiled softly, touching his face, brushing the hair from his forehead. "Kinda like someone we know,"

"You've got it bad," Stefan shook his head, a little bit in awe of your feelings. "I've never seen you like this, not with any other guy."

You looked over at him, his expression was a mix of worry and sadness.

"Do you hate me? For loving him?" You asked, a knot forming in your stomach.

"No, never," he said, pulling you into his arms. "I'm worried, and scared... But I could never hate you. Ever."

"I can convince him Stefan, I can get him on our side, I know I can," you said, feeling the tears come back.

"And if you can't?" He asked, rubbing your back.

"Then... Then... I don't know..." You said, a sob choking you, unable to speak.

Stefan hated himself for what he had to do next, but it was the only way he could think to keep everyone safe.

While you were still in his arms, he pulled out a syringe and jabbed it in your neck, pushing the liquid vervain in. It was a large dose and it took about three seconds before you passed out.

He caught you before you slumped to the ground, lifting your sleeping body and carrying you upstairs.

Damon and Elena were waiting anxiously, eager to hear that Stefan had been able to talk you down from freeing Elijah.

"Is she ok?" Elena moved forward, "Did she try anything?"

"She had a bit of a melt down," Stefan said honestly, he placed you on the couch, ensuring you were tucked in and comfortable.

"What can we do to make sure she doesn't help him?" Damon asked, leaning on the doorway, unable to come closer to you. The sight of you like this broke his heart. "she's been completely brainwashed by the guy,"

"She loves him Damon," Elena said softly, walking over to him, laying her hand on his arm.

"Don't say that," he groaned, covering his face. "That makes it worse. She has to get over it."

"I don't think it works that way," Elena said gently, squeezing his arm.

"We have to keep her away from him," Damon explained, his hands dropping, he was looking at Elena now. "It's too risky."

"That will be impossible," Stefan said, shaking his head, "she's more stubborn than you, she won't give up until she has her way."

"So what do we do?" Elena asked, glancing between them.

"The only way I can think of is to keep her sedated, until I find a way to kill him for good," Damon said, his tone matter-of-fact.

"No, Damon.. that's not right," Elena protested, looking to Stefan to back her up.

Stefan couldn't meet her gaze, instead he turned away, "We don't have any other options."

"So we are just going to knock her out? That's cruel!" Elena said, feeling very disappointed.

"Got any better ideas?" Damon snapped, kneeling down in front of you. He placed his hand on your forehead, "I can't let her wake him up, he will kill us all,"

Elena sighed, shaking her head.

"She will hate us for doing this," Stefan said, not liking the idea one bit, but it was the best they had.

"Yeah, well, I can handle that," Damon shrugged, and picked you up in his arms.

He carried you to your room, gently placing you on the bed, pulling the covers up over your body. He sat next to you, tucking your hair behind your ears.

"You'll understand, eventually," He said softly, stroking your hair, before standing up and leaving the room, shutting the door quietly.

You were trapped in some sort of nightmare, everything around you was completely dark. You couldn't even see your hand in front of your face. You had no idea where you were, what was up or what was down.

You were calling out for help, your voice echoing back to you, but no one else was there.

Suddenly, you felt a presence beside you, it was warm, familiar and safe. You were drawn to it and you reached out, trying to find the source of it.

You heard the sound of a man laughing, it was a wild, maniacal laugh.

You started running, your feet hitting the ground hard, you couldn't breathe, but you didn't stop. The laughter kept coming, getting louder and louder.

Then the sound of a woman screaming nearly knocked you off your feet, but you kept going until you ran into something solid.

It was the edge of a coffin, made of wood etched with an ornate symbol on the top, a crest of some sort. Your fingers traced over it, feeling the deep grooves. It was the letter 'M', carved into a shield.

Finally, your hands found the lid, and you pushed, straining to open it. What was inside was three rings of fire, you could feel the heat on your face, the smoke making it hard to breathe.

The rings were getting closer, or you were falling into them, you couldn't tell. The screams became deafening. You were overwhelmed with intense anxiety, unable to move as you stared into the flames.

Then everything stopped.

And you woke up.

{Part One} {Part Two}{Part Three}

[the-anime-enthusiast]

pls shoto / hawks type of women

MHA CHARACTERS TYPE IN WOMEN

#2 Keigo Takami - Hawks

KEIGO TAKAMI - PHYSICAL

He likes his women a lil shorter 😌🫶 Like 5'2 - 5-6 buuutt will GLADLY take on a model height baddie ANY DAY OF THE WEEK "what's the point of wings if I can't use them to fly up and kiss you??" 🤧

AN ABSOLUTE ASS MAN he loves the legs, the butt, all of it and in between but besides be a total tweaker for a nice ass he has a special place in his heart for boobs 🫶 specifically b-c cups though 🌚 he doesn't know why but he likes a smaller size 😉

Siren eyes are his ULTIMATE WEAKNESS something about someone who looks so intense and like they're about to eat him alive bc hes so fucking annoying GETS BRO GOING 🤩 He can tease you all day any day but if you act like he's just another guy to you HE WILL CHASE YOU TO THE ENDS OF THE DAMN EARTH ‼️‼️

Sucker for dimples 😌 Loves to see some chubby cheeks with the cutest dimples 🫡 AND SMILE LINES OMFGGG 😍😍😍🙏🙏🙏 he doesn't even know what it is about them but it makes his heart SKIP A BEAT

He LUVS a sun kissed skin look 🌞 like a slightly tanned face with some redness left over from a sunburn, freckles starting to pop up everywhere HE LOVES IT 💥💥💥

Short and stout or tall and skinny he loves it all 🫡🫡🫡 Bro is NOT PICKY 😭 As long as ur face cute hell love you until hell freezes OVVVERRR BRO 🌚🌚🌚

KEIGO TAKAMI - MENTAL

Literally just someone he can vibe with 🙂‍↕️ If you match energy he will worship you like THE AIR HE BREATHES 😍 Just someone laid back and chill but also can have a fub time and a positive outlook on the future "pessimists are my worst enemy" was once scratched from an interview 🌚

While he loves an optimist and like minded folk realism is the most important thing he could ask for -- Someone who understands his job and the things he has to do 💯 (this stems a lot from the twice incident which i will touch on at the end of this)

Can we all admit he's fs got mommy issues ✋ he would die for a lady who will hold him in her arms at the end of the day and just let him exist in the peace and quiet of his home with her 🙂‍↔️

SMART WOMEN 😍 he loves someone smart, youre working to get ur PhD? SMASH‼️ A teacher ?? SMASH‼️ Literally any job or skill that requires emotional strength and a BIG BRAIN and he's weak in the knees 🤭

KEIGO TAKAMI - RANDOM

Blissfully unaware people who will lounge in bed all day reading a magazine then running up to him as he gets home from work peppering him will kisses is like a very specific want of his - 😭 bro just wants someone to love him fr ✊😔

Has a weird thing for teachers -💀 Anytime a girl is like "Oh yeah I never told you? I'm a Pre-K teacher!' his eye twitches and he feels like he's going insane 😶‍🌫️ (in the best way possible)

You're the only person he's ever told this or would let do this to him - but give him back scratches at the base of his wings AND HE EVAPORATES 🫠🫠

NERDS 💯💯💯 A secret fangirl???? He's never living it down. EVER. He'll bring you home limited edition, u released, ect ect merch for, not only him, but ALL THE TOP HEROES bc he gets first dibs from being so high in the charts 😌

Going of off nerds again, IF YOU CORRECT HIM ON SOMETHING (literally anything...it's concerning) HE GETS SOOO HOT AND BOTHERED he's never been able to figure out why but being out in his place by someone so intellectually advance does something to him 🧍‍♀️

THATS THE POST!! (but here's some end credits and comments rq 😉)

About the twice situation, although he recognizes what he did was wrong, he doesn't regret it, because it truly changed the tide and outcome of the war, and he needs someone who sees that and defends him whole heartedly ✋

ANYWAYS I HAD SO MUCH FUN DOING THIS REQUEST ‼️ I've never been a huge fan of hawks so it was SO much fun coming up with stuff and diving more into his character ‼️‼️ I hope y'all enjoy 😉

also...idk if y'all can tell... but I NEED HIM AND FUYUMI TO BECOME A THING PLEASE HORIKOSHI ID GIVE YOU MY LIFE (the head cannons have nothing to do with that shit it's all separate it just happens to line up VERY well) 😍

BYYEEEE THANKYOU ‼️

[the-froschamethyst4]

Shows Up

𖤐Pairing: Step dad! Gaz x Wife! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: fluff, language, mostly Kyle, a bit emotional, married couple, children, kissing, short one today

𖤐Summary: Kyle shows up to his step daughters talent show

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"Kyle, we need to get ready to leave," Y/n says, coming out of the bathroom and putting her earrings in.

"I know, I know," Kyle says, putting some shoes on.

"Mama, have you seen my pants?"

"Kai, I laid them out for you."

"Well, I can't find them," Kai says, Y/n heads out of the bedroom and Kai behind her going to his bedroom.

Tonight, Y/n's daughter Skye was doing her schools talent show, she stayed after school to be able to rehearse for what she will be doing, Y/n didn't know what Skye was doing along with Kyle, but Kai knew and kept it a secret for so long.

They needed to get there asap, so they don't miss Skye's part of the show. For a while Y/n was so busy that she could barely show up to support her children, but after meeting Kyle and he helps out a lot, she puts everything on hold for her children.

"Come on, we need to go, now!" Y/n says as they all rushed to the car.

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Skye was back stage looking at people coming in a finding their seats, she wanted to see her mom and Kyle and know everything was going to be okay, she wanted to see them.

"Oops, Skye, what are you doing?" Her teacher came around seeing her peak her head from the curtain.

"I wanted to see my mama and my step-dad," she says.

"I promise they will be here," Skye goes to the wings of the stage now. Skye was never afraid to talk in front of people, which is a good trait she didn't pick up from her mother unlike Kai, he's terrified of the thought of getting up on stage in front of hundreds of people.

Y/n, Kyle and Kai had found their seats, Y/n sits between Kyle and Kai. She crosses her legs and Kyle placed his hand on her thigh to let her know everything was going to be okay. Kai plays on Y/n's phone because he was board and Y/n didn't want him on the iPad.

The lights dimmed and the show was starting, the teacher that was hosting the talent show came out and thanked the parents, friends and family for coming and showing up.

Y/n's legs bounces nervous for what her daughter might be doing, Kyle started to play with his fingers nervous as well. Kai gave Y/n her phone back and watched the performances of the kids.

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"Okay, thank you Matthew for show us that you can...burp your ABC's," the teacher rubs her temple and let's out a huff. "Up next we have Skye L/n, she wanted to do something special for her step-dad Kyle Garrick."

Kyle looks at Y/n was shock the same with Y/n, they then looked down at Kai, since he knew. He just shakes his head as if he's still not gonna say what it is.

Skye comes on stage, the teacher fixing the microphone to be down at Skye's level. She clears her throat.

"To Kyle Garrick my step dad, so kind, you're in my heart and on my mind. You help me learn and play each day, in your hugs I find my way. You teach me things I didn't know, like how to tie my shoes, you cheer me on with every try, with you I feel like I can fly. You read me stories, you tuck me in, you make me smile with your big grin. I'm so glad you're part of my family, you make my mama smile and laugh everyday, step-dad Kyle, I love you," she finishes, everyone clapped for the 1st grader.

Kyle and Y/n both stood up for her, she looks around for them and could see them right under the darkness even though the light was in her eyes. She waves at them both.

"Wow, that was amazing, Skye, that was such a lovely poem for Kyle and I hope he enjoyed it as well," Skye walks off the stage, going to the wing.

Y/n turns to her husband seeing his eyes were red, his fingers rubbed his eyes, and he was sniffling.

"Aww~ Kyle," Y/n holds his head close to her chest and kissed his temple.

Kyle for the longest time had thought Y/n's kids hated him, Kai took around a month to get use to Kyle and Skye took longer to get use to him, and he couldn't tell when Skye liked him or not, but he guesses she did like him.

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After the show Skye held a rose that her teacher gave her, she walks to the rows of seats trying to find where her mom, step-dad and brother were.

"SKYE!" She hears Kai's voice. She smiles and runs up to Kai, he picks her up and quickly drops her back on the ground, she sees Y/n running to her, Y/n picks her daughter up and she looks at Kyle.

"Kyle," she opens her arms and Kyle takes her from Y/n's arms, hugging her tightly.

"I loved the poem, baby," he says, rubbing her back.

"Good, I worked hard on it."

"I know, you did," Kyle kissed Skye's forehead.

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At home, Skye and Kai were getting ready for bed, Kyle picked up Skye and took her to her bedroom. He lays her down.

"So, what do you want to read?" Kyle asked.

"Princess and the Pea."

"Okay."

Y/n came into the room after putting Kai down. She leans against the doorframe and looks at Skye cuddled up to Kyle's side as he was reading the book to her.

"The End," Kyle says, looking over to his right seeing Skye was asleep. "Good night, kiddo," he kissed the top of her head and made sure she was comfortable.

"Come on, Kyle," she says, opening her arms and Kyle picks her up taking her to their shared bed.

[yuujtadori]

honey, you're familiar - (oscar piastri x fem!reader)

summary: how can you love someone if that person doesn't remember you ?

author note: this is part one, will have more parts coming

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yourusername

liked by yourbsf, user1, user2, user3, user16 and others.

yourusername can't seem to get you out of my head

user1 who?

user2 -> oscar follows her but that's about it

yourbsf you need to healll

you replied -> ill think about it

user33 what do you mean by that

user3 a family friend perhaps..?

user4 stunning from behind

user5 beauty

user16 i love ur vibe

user6 ma’am who are u is what i need to know

user7 gorgeous

user8 i dont know u but ill defend u queen

user13 i get it girl i too would fall for a polite cat

user9 wait.. check what oscar post just now

oscarpiastri

liked by yourusername, user1, user2, user3 and others.

oscarpiastri oui

user1 y/n in the likes

user2 are they in paris together?!

user3 coincidence..? i think so

user4 but he could be in paris alone

user5 -> that is true

user44 both of them being in the same country could mean something or are we just crazy 🥴

user6 im confused

user81 oscar 🎤 are you familiar with a certain girl name y/n

user7 OSCAR IN THE CITY OF LOVEE

user8 uhm minding telling us something 🤨

user9 does oscar even knows y/n for all we know we could be harassing a man

user10 -> that will be embarrassing for us 🤣

user12 look at x (twitter) guys

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yourusername

liked by yourbsf, logansargeant, user1, user2 and others.

yourusername 🍓🍇🍒

user1 that pic on her feed is gone now

user2 -> that confirms it no?

user3 -> not certainlyy

user44 -> what pic

user81 -> an old pic of y/n and oscar

user13 -> and the caption is quite.. affectionate 🫣

yourbsf love it

you replied -> need to keep up my appearance

user4 LOGAN??

user5 logan in the likess

user6 i dont get it

user7 at least we know y/n and oscar knows each other

logansargeant you need to address the elephant in the room girl 🤨

you replied -> im not… goodbye 😶

user33 Y/NNNN please

user8 OMG

user9 LOGANNNN

user10 our hero coming to save us from this drought

user11 logan.. what do you know… show it to us please…

user12 was it a bad breakup is what im wondering

user13 oscar needs to post some sort of hints next time 😅

user14 i need y/n and logan to hangout rn

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author note: im trying smtg different and i love this song part two will be coming its currently a wip and yeah 🫠