#but after they agree to be a couple both are waiting for the sparks everyone talks about to happen but they never come

[theitalianscribe]

Norman headcannons

In life, Norman was good at doing impressions. This carried over into his cyborg/android design with a program that lets him perfect replicate people's voices.

Building off the above point, Norman wasn't originally the one doing the company tapes. That person asked too many questions and thus were needed... elsewhere. Since he already was discreet and okay with all the shady stuff, Norman was put on voiceover detail.

Norman has/had a bird.

Norman having a bird probably works better in an au, but he has this bird, maybe a parrot, maybe a budgie, and it has a yellow head and its wings and chest are the same color. I picture them as pink or purple, but I'm having trouble finding birds with that coloring. When he meets the bird, Andrew/Morris is chuckling because Norman is wearing a jacket that happens to be the same color as the bird's and they look identical.

Just. Let Norman have a pet bird!

Also I have an AU where everyone is alive and in highschool. In that one, Watchful Eye Toys exists as a research company headed by Norman's parents and he is expected to take it over. (I wanted to ramble about this in the tags but I reached the tag limit so I am adding this back here as an extra bullet point.) He gives off heir to a big company and kind of sheltered vibes.

[hischierswhore]

you’re losing me

based on “You’re Losing Me” by Taylor Swift

pairing: Mason Mount x Reader

tw: cursing // mentions of a proposal

a/n: is this good? probably not, but this song makes me sad whenever i listen to it so i just wrote how i pictured a scenario like this going in real life

note: all references to the song will be italicized and lyrics are bolded

You had been dating your boyfriend, Mason, for almost 6 years. You both met all those years ago while you were in England studying abroad. You guys took things slow, and eventually became much more serious about your relationship and nearly 2 years ago you moved in together.

All was great, and you both tried to make time for each other as often as possible, but lately things felt off. Mason was always busy with training, which you understood as it was his job, but he would come home completely drained and not in the mood to do anything with you.

Even while being in the same room, he would barely bat an eyelash at the sight of you entering the room.

“Hey, Mase. Can we talk?” You asked one day as you sat down next to him on the couch. His eyes were still glued to the TV screen in-front of him, but he nodded his head as if signaling for you to keep talking.

“Is everything okay with us?”

“Yeah why?” His gaze moves to you, his eyebrows are scrunched and a confused look is etched across his face. You audibly sigh at his obliviousness.

“Things haven’t been the same, Mase. You’ve been acting off and I’m just trying to figure out why things don’t feel the same”

“We’re fine. Just been busy with football and stressed about the contract” He says as he turns his attention back to the large screen, drowning out any possibility of further conversation taking place. You sigh as you get up and walk out of the room, annoyed as your boyfriend won’t make any effort to resolve the problems in your relationship.

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Weeks passed and Mason was as stressed as before, and you felt like you were coming second to his job. You tried to be understanding, but it was hard. You missed the way things used to be between you both.

There was an important event Mason had to attend tonight, and he brought you with him as his date. You wore a beautifully fitted maroon dress, one that was sure to grab Mason’s attention.

Mason was at Carlotta’s studio as she was styling him for the evening, so you both agreed to meet at the venue.

Upon your arrival, you met up with Sophia & Andrea.

“Where’s Mason?” Sophia asked.

“Oh he’s on his way. He sent me a text a few minutes ago” You smiled in attempt to reassure not only them, but also yourself that everything was fine.

“You guys are such a perfect couple. We’re waiting for the day you guys get engaged” Andrea smiled at you as you tried to fake a smile.

After dating for 6 years, people always say things like this: that they’re waiting for day that he proposes to you. Sure, some people wait even longer, but according to his friends & family, he’s always wanted to get married especially to you. You wondered why he hadn’t proposed yet, but you always ignored the thought and focused on the moment.

Minutes later, Mason arrived at the event. You knew because of the hoard of paparazzi & interviewers racing to take pictures of him and interview him before he entered the event.

You touched up your makeup before making your way to the group you were most familiar with, as it was a mix of your boyfriend, his teammates & their girlfriends/wives. You’d grown close with the group over the years.

As you walked over, all eyes were on you, except for the ones you wanted to be on you: Mason’s. He was too indulged in conversation with someone you’ve never seen before, and they certainly weren’t part of your group.

You sparked conversation with everyone else in the meantime, mentally planning how to make Mason see that you were worth his time.

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As your group sat down to eat at your assigned table, you could tell that Mason was distracted. You were honestly tired of it, and everyone could see that something was up. Just as Mason excused himself to go to the restroom, Christian spoke up.

“Hey Y/n… is everything alright?” Christian asked. He had always been so kind to you, and you considered him like a brother to you.

“Everything’s fine” You lied, plastering a fake smile to your face as you hoped nobody would believe otherwise.

“What’s up with him? He hasn’t been his usual outgoing self” Kai asked and you could simply shrug.

“No idea”

“Have you tried asking him?” Andrea added and you nodded your head at her question.

“He just brushed it off. I’m trying with this relationship, I really am, and I feel like he’s just given up on us” Everyone gave you sympathetic looks and comforting smiles.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n” Was all anyone could say after hearing what you’d told them.

Mason came back moments later, sitting with the rest of the group, clueless that you’d slightly vented to them about your relationship troubles.

There was an opportunity to dance near the end of the event, and you thought it would be a good chance to talk to Mason.

“Dance with me?” You asked, the hope behind your eyes shining brightly until you watched him shake his head.

“I’m tired, love. Go dance with Chris or something” Your face dropped at his words, disappointment and sadness appeared visible on your features as you turned and made your way to the bathroom.

Sophia & Andrea watched the encounter from across the table. Without a single words, both girls got up and made their way to the bathroom, knowing you would need some comfort.

You didn’t even make it to the bathroom before the tears started flowing. You rested against the wall that was hidden from view and slid down, pulling your knees into your chest as tears streamed down your face.

Sophia & Andrea appeared at that moment, crouching down with you. Andrea went to hold your hand and you jumped at the sudden contact.

“Sorry” Andrea mouthed as she sat down fully next to you, with Sophia doing the same.

“It’s okay, Y/n, just let it all out” Sophia said as she rubbed your back gently in attempt to comfort you.

“I’m drained, Soph. I’m trying my hardest to fix this relationship and he’s not even putting effort in. I was hoping to at least get something out of him tonight, some sort of sign that he’s willing to help, but nothings worked. I just wanted him to see me. Not just physically, but emotionally” Andrea handed you a tissue at that moment, allowing you to wipe the flowing mascara from ruining your makeup for the evening.

“It’s just embarrassing. He just turned me down in-front of everyone. My own boyfriend turned me down in a room full of people” Both girls brought you in for a hug.

“I’m really just tired of giving him signs that I’m fighting this battle alone, only for him to ignore them and just keep adding onto the mess that we call a relationship”

“We’re so sorry, Y/n. You of all people don’t deserve this. Try talking to him again, and if nothing works, you tried. You held up your end for as long as you could, and that’s enough. You are enough” You thanked both girls before heading back to the main room and heading to your table.

You didn’t sit next to Mason, but rather the girls and spoke to them. Your encounter with him ruined your night and you weren’t in the mood to speak to him.

Christian made his way back to the table and saw you sitting far from your boyfriend. He gave you a questioning look and you mouthed “I’ll tell you later” to him. He nodded and sat next to you, joining the conversation.

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After explaining to Christian what was going on, he was beyond furious with his teammate. You weren’t necessarily in the mood to be near your boyfriend for the time being, but you wanted to go home. Christian offered to drive you back to the apartment you shared with Mason, which you graciously accepted.

You sent Mason a quick text to let him know that you had left and that you would be at home whenever he decided to come back. He read your text but didn’t respond.

You thanked Christian for the ride and he wished you good luck in your impending conversation with Mason.

You settled into the guest room in your apartment, getting under the covers and falling asleep with no issue.

About two hours later you heard the front door open and close, insinuating that Mason was home. You didn’t move; you wanted to see if he would even come looking for you.

News flash; he didn’t. He went straight to your bedroom and fell asleep, not a single thought of you & where you might be passed through his brain.

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Every mornin', I glared at you with storms in my eyes

How can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dyin'?

I sent you signals and bit my nails down to the quick

My face was gray, but you wouldn't admit that we were sick

The next morning you woke up early. You got up to make yourself coffee/tea (your preference) and a turkey&bacon sandwich to eat as you were rather starving. You saw movement from the corner of your eye and you saw Mason standing there as he watched you.

From his perspective, he had never seen anything scarier than the look in your eyes. You glared at him with storms brewing in your eyes. He had never seen someone so stoic before in his life. He watched as you made eye contact and immediately went back to sipping your drink & eating your sandwich.

He didn’t take the hint and still did his everyday routine.

“Good morning, love” He spoke as he pressed a quick kiss to the top of your head. The nickname only filled you with rage. He hadn’t said the three words you longed to hear in weeks, possibly even months. You felt your face turn gray as your body tensed at the contact.

“We need to talk” You spoke, not a single emotion laced through your words. You were serious. Mason slowly made his way to sit in-front of you.

How long could we be a sad song

'Til we were too far gone to bring back to life?

I gave you all my best me's, my endless empathy

And all I did was bleed as I tried to be the bravest soldier

Fighting in only your army, frontlines, don't you ignore me

I'm the best thing at this party (You're losin' me)

“I can’t continue living like this, Mason. We’ve put this off- no. You’ve put this conversation off for long enough. I’ve given you everything I’ve got. Every last ounce of hope I had for us is gone. I’ve tried, I really have tried to be the bravest soldier to fight for us, to keep us strong but I can’t anymore”

“I don’t understand” He said.

“I know you don’t. Last night, I tried so hard to get you to see me, not just physically, but emotionally as well. Fuck, Mason, you didn’t even think to compliment me at all. In fact, you barely even spoke to me. You practically ignored me the entire night. I dressed up for you. I wanted some small ounce of attention from you, in hopes that it’ll signal that maybe you did want to help me fix this, fix us”

“So you’re upset because I didn’t give you attention last night?”

“Oh my god!” You screamed. You were beyond annoyed with this man not taking any hints. You’re being straightforward and he’s just not seeing it.

And I wouldn't marry me either

A pathological people pleaser

Who only wanted you to see her

“What’s going on? Are you just tired of this relationship? Are you tired of me? Are you not wanting us to go forward because you’re afraid of a potential proposal and what our future will look like? I need to know, Mason, because frankly I’ve given up on trying to make this work”

“I’m not ready for the future…”

“Mason that’s understandable, nobody is-”

“…with you…”

“You’re not ready for a future with me? As in, you don’t want to marry me in the future?” You asked he slowly nods his head. You stayed silent for a moment as you took it all in. After a few minutes, you spoke.

“So basically for god knows how long, I’ve been fighting for us to work when you weren’t even happy in this relationship?” He didn’t move. A thick silence filled the air around you.

And I'm fadin', thinkin'

"Do something, babe, say something”

"Lose something, babe, risk something"

"Choose something, babe, I got nothing"

"To believe, unless you're choosin' me"

“I’ll take your silence as a yes then. I won’t waste anymore of both your & my time, Mason. I’ll have my things out of here by the end of the day” And with that, you grabbed your phone from the table and walked out of the kitchen, quickly grabbing a suitcase and a few boxes and started piling your belongings into them.

He didn’t move. He didn’t try to stop you. He just sat there and watched you leave.

Stop, you’re losing me

I cant find a pulse

My heart won’t start anymore

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Casual

‘King’ Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: King Steve in S4, angst, misogyny, Steve is an unreliable narrator, slight Eddie x Reader

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1.8k

When you began attending Hawkins High you didn’t expect much excitement. In the middle of nowhere Indiana? Coming to terms with moving to the small town, you kissed the chance of an interesting life goodbye. As a new kid, you tried your best to just fade into the background. You wanted nothing more than to adjust to your new life and carry on normally till moving away.

But it wasn’t long before you started noticing Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington around town . He was impossible to miss - always drawing attention to himself. You had heard rumors about Steve and his reputation, with girls and otherwise. Seeing his cocky behavior firsthand, you were certain the rumors held some truth. He seemed like trouble, or at least attention grabbing, and that was the last thing you wanted in high school.

However, plans change. Somewhere between seeing catching glimpses of Steve and him popping up around you even after graduation, you guessed he wasn’t that bad. There were certainly worse people to like. To your surprise, his appearances seemed to be driven by you catching his eye. One day after his shift, Steve unexpectedly approached you at your work. His flirtatious charm was laid on thickly.

It didn’t take a genius to see what he was doing, but somehow it worked. Even you weren’t sure how it worked. Little did you know, Steve was exhausted by the daily routine of the town. Knowing everyone and everything was boring, he craved something new. When you came during the middle of senior year, Steve immediately had his interest piqued. Unfortunately for him, you weren’t popular, or at least didn’t seem interested in popularity. It was a dead concept after leaving school.

Whatever, Steve was a man of determination. That’s how the appearances started, with him ‘just so happening’ to bump into you around town. Each time he’d send you a smile, engraving himself in your mind, until he finally shot his shot. It was surprising how you actually agreed to go on a date with him. You seemed reluctant, knowing who he was, but he continued charming you anyways.

That was the beginning of your relationship, if you could even call it official. Steve ‘wasn’t ready for an actual relationship’ and you weren’t interested enough to push the matter. Months flew by of the two of you acting like a couple in the privacy in your own home. At school you still spoke to each other, but neither of you were as open with affection.

Besides acting like a couple, you had honestly grown a friendship with Steve. You’d bet he felt the same way with how he followed you around like a lost puppy. He was comfortable in the situationship and with you. Yet, that wasn’t the whole story. Steve didn’t want his heart broken like after Nancy, so he continued to deny the deeper feelings he had. If he could, he’d confess his love for you, but there was a barrier there. The wall between a situationship and relationship was forged by the both of you.

You followed the rules set in place; no dating, no labels, no feelings. Steve no longer wanted to dwell on the doubt gnawing at his heart. If he listened too much, he could fuck up your friendship by confessing. In conclusion, he’d wait until you realized your feelings or suck it up and love you silently. If only it were that easy. Steve was a fool for thinking things would go smoothly.

What happens when a person isn’t tied down, but wants a relationship? They’ll find one.

Steve hated that he came here. He didn’t like partying as much anymore. After Barb going missing and then Nancy drunkenly dumping him, they lost their spark. There was no way in hell he would have come to this party if he didn’t catch wind that you were going. This was never the regular crowd he hung out with. Trying to keep his judgement to a minimum, he walked up the bustling lawn.

Steve scuffed his sneaker against the grass, pretending to be thinking in his own world so nobody would talk to him. He didn’t have to pretend that hard. How would he approach you? ‘Hey, didn’t expect to see you here, want to hang out?’ Steve cringed at the thought.

Even after months of seeing you he still nervously debated what to say to you. Truthfully, it had gotten worse after he caught feelings for you. Caught, as if it were an illness. The way his stomach clenched when he heard your laugh made him certainly think it is.

Steve glanced down at his watch for what felt like the hundredth time since he climbed out of his BMW. Were you even at the party yet? Some of your friends tended to show up late, but you usually arrived earlier on in the night. He sighed in frustration. If only he hadn't spent so long getting ready, he could have been here when you showed up. Now he was over an hour late, worried you may have already left if things were slow getting started.

Pushing through the crowd, Steve scanned the room for your familiar face. His heart swelled when he spotted you, the moment of happiness immediately crushed when he realized what was happening. You were sitting on Eddie fucking Munson’s lap, gazing up at him with a smile. If it were any other situation, Steve would take a second to admire how the dim light illuminated the contours of your face.

But this wasn’t any other situation. You were on Eddie’s lap, brushing his frizzy curls back to kiss the edge of his jaw. A stab of jealousy cut him as he watched Eddie tenderly brush his fingers over your head. It was infuriating. What was he whispering that made you snicker that happily? Logically, Steve knew he had no right to be angry - he made it clear you two weren't dating. But the thought of another guy's hands on you sent a flare of protectiveness through him.

Before he could stop himself, Steve was storming over, hands clenched at his sides. Whatever fantasy about tonight had burst in his mind, only making him see red when Eddie lovingly squeezed your knee. The commotion of his approach had caught Eddie’s attention, eyebrow raised in a silent question. “What the hell?”

You turned in surprise at the disturbance, to see Steve with his hands planted on his hips. Your eyes widened when you saw the barely contained irritation on Steve's face.

“Uhh…a party?” You replied, raising an eyebrow at Steve’s accusatory tone. Steve had never spoken to you like that before. Anyone on the receiving end of his temper typically deserved it. “You know what I mean.” Steve remarked, shooting a glare at Eddie who smirked over your shoulder.

“I don’t.” You replied back, now holding the same tone Steve did. Eddie had to stifle a laugh into you. It was thrilling to see Steve knocked down a peg. Eddie rarely crossed paths with Steve, but he knew who he was. ‘King Steve’ of Hawkins High, the curse to every freak who roamed the halls.

An exaggeration, yes, but it was still a warranted warning for some. In truth, Steve never sought out harming others, moreso failed to see how shitty his friends were. Seeing him so riled up now was deeply satisfying. “Then let’s go talk.” The sooner you were away from Eddie the sooner Steve could calm himself down. “No. Anything you have to say, you can say in front of him.” Steve scoffed. He hadn’t seen you exchange a word with Eddie before and now you were up batting for him?

“Seriously?” He retorted when his jaw ticked. “You can come back after. Can we please talk in private?” Steve implored, struggling to keep his rising attitude in check. As if it were a chore, you groaned loudly and rolled your eyes. Listening, you slid off Eddie’s lap, giving him an apologetic look.

Following Steve wherever he was leading you, the heavy smell in the air thinned out as he led you down a hall. He was trying to avoid more prying eyes. There was no second of reprieve for you to gather your thoughts as Steve finally rounded on you. “What are you doing?” The anger and confusion was written across his features. Is he serious?

Steve had made it clear it was casual. “Living my life and seeing other people. Isn’t that what you said you wanted to do last time you saw me? So go do it.” He winced at his words thrown back at him, harsher than he remembered. It was an attempt at burying his feelings for you, couldn’t you see that? “You know I didn’t mean it like that.” You smirked sarcastically. “Oh, I do know. You want to do that while I sit around and wait for you to come back to me, but I don’t do that Steven.”

He furrowed his eyebrows in offense, his hands closing by his sides. Sucking down a breath, you continued. “Even if you were the last man on earth I wouldn’t wait around all day for you to come back when you decide you want me again. I’m not a housewife that will wait for you. Did you seriously not think I would hear about you and Tina?” Steve’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. He really hadn’t thought you would hear about that, or react the way you did after saying that you two would never date. He hated this. It would be entirely easier if he would have talked about his feelings.

Wasn’t praising everyday enough for you to catch the hints? You had to know what you were doing to him when you joked the two of you would never last together. Seeing you go to speak again, Steve shook his hands out, trying to slow your train of thought. This conversation was running away from him faster than he could think. “Jesus, would you listen! I don’t want you to be a housewife. God forbid a guy don’t want his girl to touched by other guys!”

That was rich. “His girl? I’m not something to be owned. Not by you. Not by anyone.” Steve groaned and gestured out at you. “That’s not what I said! Look, maybe I just don’t get what you see in that skeevy Eddie Munson. That guys trouble.” You leveled a look at him. “People say the same thing about you.” It was true. Plenty of people warned you to stay away from ‘King Steve’.

“Okay, but I don’t live in a mobile home and sell weed to high schoolers when I’m pushing twenty.” Your expression tightened, staring at him with a mixture of shock and anger. “Ohhh, wow. I see it now.” His lips pulled towards a frown, confusion flashing across his face as he froze.

“King Steve, all high and mighty. I knew you were a prick but this is a new low. A misogynist and classist, great look on college applications, dick.” Steve took a step back, lips parting at your words. The words died on his tongue when you pushed past him, slamming your shoulder into his as you walked away. He had no rebuttal.

His arms dropped and dangled by his sides, feeling like he was weighted to the ground by lead. Steve barely registered the pain blooming through his shoulder as he stared dumbfounded at the wall. You were right. He escalated into saying things a total jackass would, exactly what people said he was like. Fuck.

[outofmydepthatapublicbeach]

Maybe like a fic where you and Julien like agreed to keep it casual but like both of you want it to mean more

jj chats: hi love!!! this one took me a while and i apoligize!! i just couldn't think of a good way to write it but i think i figured it out!!

warnings: RPF, use of y/n, reader is a musician/famous, kissing, pet names

feedback is encouraged and i'd love to get some just please be kind!!!

You’re sitting around Lucy’s round dinner table, plates dirty but yet to be cleaned up. The table is filled with friends, clockwise it goes: Lucy, Naomi, you, Katie, Jo, Phoebe, and Julien. Across you was Julien, who was sipping on her lemonade. Your eyes couldn’t help but linger on her, even when she wasn’t speaking. You knew it was wrong, she wasn’t yours, you weren’t hers. But your heart was confused, and you always did want what you couldn’t have.

The conversation around you was lively, you could distinctly hear Phoebe’s howls over a joke Katie told. But you honestly couldn’t be bothered to listen. Your mind replays a moment you and Julien shared earlier in the day.

It had been early, the clock read 6:00 A.M. as you turned to the left side of the bed. Face to face with the woman who kept your heart pumping. You smiled at her as she lifted a hand to your face. You felt sparks fly as her gentle fingers brushed over your cheek. “Good morning darling,” she spoke, hand moving across your waist, pulling your body into hers.

“‘Morning Jules,” you yawned. “How’d you sleep?”

She smiled lazily, rubbing circles onto your hips “Good, especially since you were here.”

Her comment struck you wrong, reminded you that this was all a charade, that it meant nothing to her (or so you thought) “Don’t.”

Julien furrowed her brow, “Don’t what?”

You started to pull from her “Jules c’mon! Don’t say stuff like that!”

“What do you mean?”

You sighed frustratedly, “Like couplely stuff!” You threw your hands in the air, then fell back down to the bed with a slap, “We’re not together, you make that abundantly clear when we’re with our friends!” Julien’s face dropped at that, your words hurt for a reason you didn’t know yet.

“(Y/N) wait!” Julien went to grab your arms as you slid out of bed.

“Julien, please don’t. Just let me leave. It's nice until morning right?” You sigh, tired of this constant pain of never being feeling like you were enough.

You began to get up to collect your things and leave while Julien did nothing to stop you. You walked to where your jacket sat on the back of a chair, and pulled on your Converse. You located your phone and key. You were ready to walk out the door until you heard your name.

You turned around to spot Julien making her way to you. “Wait, just a minute, please?” Her eyes pleading. You gave in, just standing in her presence waiting for her to do something- do anything. You had spent months waiting for her to do something, something to convince you that these feelings you held for her were okay, that maybe they could be reciprocated.

Julien simply stood, staring into your eyes, as if taking in every engravement in your irises, surely she had to have seen the way your pupils dilated around her? How your cheeks flushed at the mention of her name. She leaned in, hand on your cheek and pulled you in for a kiss. It left you breathless and when you pulled away you immediately left.

Your mind was warped with questions.

Your mind was full of questions, memories of Julien’s hands on you, the way her lips felt-

You finally came back to reality after you felt Phoebe kicking your leg under the table. “Earth to (Y/N)?”

You shook your head, turning to face the platinum blond “Hmm?”

“Thought we lost you there for a few minutes,” Phoebe playful punched your shoulder. As you glanced around the table you realized everyone was staring at you. Your cheeks flushed as you grabbed your drink, sticking the straw in your mouth and chewing slightly. You noticed Julien staring at you, her eyebrow turned upwards.

“What were you thinking about babe?” Katie asked, smiling at you.

You started to reply, “Nothing-”

Until you were cut off by Phoebe again, “OMG!!! Or who were you thinking about!”

With that, your eyes widened and you furiously shook your head, “Nobody! I was just zoning out!”

Lucy chimed in, “Honey, we all see the way you’ve been glowing recently!! Did you find someone?”

Jo interjected, “You have to tell us who's the lucky lady!”

“There’s no lucky lady! I just zoned out!” You looked across the table, unimpressed looks were on everyone’s faces, except Julien's. She stared at you again, like she had in the morning. Only this time it seemed like she wasn’t trying to read it, more like she was understanding you. You could tell when her brows unfurrowed and she tilted her head at you.

“Whatever you say,” Phoebe sighed. Then leaning towards you she whispered “I will find this person.” then she plastered the sweetest smile on her face.

You jokingly rolled your eyes at her before saying “Whatever you say Pheebs!” Once the normal conversation started up again you stood up, grabbed your plate, and walked around the table into the kitchen. You stood at the sink, rinsing the plates off with hot water.

You heard footsteps approach you from behind and say a plate placed on the counter next to the sink. You recognized the hand immediately and in an instant, you turned around, face to face with Julien. It seemed today that her thing was to stare at you in silence because for a minute no words were exchanged between the two of you.

Finally, after minutes of hesitation, you spoke, “Julien-”

“(Y/N)-” Julien had had the same idea as you. She motioned for you to continue speaking so speak is what you did.

“Julien, I don’t think I can keep doing this with you.”

The tattooed woman had not expected that from you, her face contorted into a look that you could only describe as horror as she frantically asked “What? Why? What-what do you mean?”

You sighed, “I can’t keep sneaking around with you, I can’t keep pretending that I don’t-” You trailed off, nervous to tell her how you truly felt.

“‘-That you don’t?” Julien asked, wanting to hear your full truth.

Finally, you mustered up the courage to just say it. “That I don’t have feelings for you. Because I do.”

Julien continued to look at you, the gears in her head racing a mile a minute.

You began to step away, ready to leave her standing in the kitchen when she grabbed your arm, pulled you close to her, and simply smiled before saying. “I feel the exact same way.”

“You do?”

“Mhm, I don’t want to keep it casual with you anymore. I want you, fully.” As Julien looked into your eyes now it almost seemed that her words conveyed that. Like she did see you fully see you truly.

And suddenly it was like you two were the only two in the whole world as you started to lean in towards her. The act was like muscle memory, your head tilted left, hers right. It was engraved into your brain. The only difference was that this time you were not blocked off by my tinted car windows, or a hotel door. The only thing that separated you from the outside world was a wall with a fairly large door cut out in it.

As your lips connected it felt different this time, the experience no longer felt foreign, it felt like home. Her lips were warm and velvety, and even though you had tasted them a thousand times, this kiss was different in a million ways. It was filled with vigor, passion, and a newfound sense of hope- like this was something that would stick, not something that would simply fade away.

Until you remembered the world was just a few steps away when a large gasp brought you to your senses. Julien and you turned around, face to face with Phoebe and Jo, who held huge grins on their faces.

As yours and Julien’s cheeks flushed Phoebe giggled and joked “Told you I’d find out who you were thinking of (Y/N)!” She and Jo ran back into the dining room, no doubt telling the whole room what they had just seen.

You turned to Julien and signed, “You think we can make a run for it?”

Julien's hands rubbed up and down your arms, soothing you. She leaned in for a quick peck and replied, “Not a chance.”

[justanoasisimagines]

Sparks fly (1/?)

Summary; Y/N "Sparks" Potter is the twin sister of James Potter. After the first Wizarding War she struggled after losing her twin, Lily, Sirius and Harry. As Dumledore refused to allow her to get custody. With the Dark Lord rising, she's done lurking in the shadows. This is her story. Pairing; Eventual Remus Lupin x Female Reader WordCount; 1,525 Warnings; Mentions of grief, mentions of Snape's bullying, Angst and fluff, use of Y/N A/N; Reader goes by Sparks Requests are open! Credit to @cafekitsune for the banner and the divider

With the Dark Lord risen a choice was to be made; what was easy and what was right. Too many had joined the darkness he spread. Yet the light was brighter. Eventually, they won but at a great cost.

Those who survived the first Wizarding War struggled with haunting memories, which often crept into their dreams creating horrific night terrors.

Y/N "Sparks" Potter was no different. She'd fought hard and valiantly, side by side with her twin brother and her friends. On the thirty-first of October Nineteen eighty-one, the Dark Lord was defeated by her nephew nonetheless, yet while he survived he felt the need to grieve for him too.

Professor Dumble had refused her custody. He'd attempted to reason with her. According to Dumbledore, it was in Harry's best interest to keep him away from the Wizarding World. Yet Y/N believed there were better options. Why would Dumbledore leave him to a couple who despised magic? Who hated his parents. She could see no good reason why Harry should be left with them.

After Sirius's arrest, she couldn't take anymore.

With her spark diminished, Y/N sunk into the shadows. She couldn't handle any more pain and sadness. She'd lost friends, and her family, and one of her best friends had been an accessory to their death. Her nephew being taken from her grasp was enough.

She couldn't handle the betrayal. She'd been fiercely loyal to Dumbledore and Sirius. Knowing because of them Harry wouldn't be able to recognize her in the years to come. Y/N "Sparks" Potter went underground.

"How can you be so certain she will show up?" Sirius stood in the kitchen of his childhood home, a hand resting on his hip.

"I don't. However, you were not there when she begged Dumbledore to allow her custody of Harry. I was. It took her three years to let me know where she was."

"So you agree, we can't guarantee."

"She will trust me"

"At least one of you trusts me." Sirius and Remus's heads snapped towards the doorway. There she was. Older and the bags under her eyes suggested she had not slept properly in days. For the first time in over a decade, the three of them were in the same room. Remus was the first to react, engulfing her in a warm and familiar embrace.

The two had seen each other only a couple of days ago, yet that was a couple of days too long in their opinion. When they pulled away, she kept him at arm's length, examining him closely.

"Are you looking after yourself? She asked. Remus nodded but the skeptical expression she maintained was welcomed. She'd always worried about him too much.

"I'm fine, you worry too much"

"You would do the same for me."

"You both worry too much. Hello Sparks." Remus stepped aside allowing the two to get a good glimpse at each other. Sirius took a gingerly step forward as did Y/N. Suddenly it became chess. For every step one made the other matched.

Until at last they were both face to face. Looks of familiarity were exchanged. Many conversations needed to be had but they could wait. Sirius opened his arms; an opening an invitation.

The floodgates opened as emotions rushed forward. Both searching for unspoken comfort. Both had lost so much as a result of the first battle. None of them were no longer excited about entering adulthood. They were adults who were tired and tested for the harshness of the world.

Remus gazed upon the two fondly. Finally, the two had been reunited and soon everyone would be reunited at last.

"I'm done hiding Sirus. History can't repeat itself."

"I wouldn't really blame you if you'd stayed away. I know what you lost"

"Is Harry already here?" Sirius observed her eyes soften. Harry was none the wiser today his life would change. Today he would gain another piece of his family. Another warrior ready to fight for him. To protect him at all costs.

"No, the order has gone to retrieve him. He'll be arriving shortly. However, there's something you need to know." Sirius then proceeded to inform her of the Ministry's latest tactic. Harry was now being used as a political pawn in the constant back and forth between Dumbledore and Fudge.

"The longer Fudge is in denial, the more power he gives. Surely Fudge understands that."

"He's scared, Sparks. Sometimes it's easier to turn a blind eye than face the truth." Remus replied as they all glanced at each other, full with contemplation.

"So what can we do?"

"Focus on Harry and recruiting. If he wants a fight we're going to give it to him."

Sitting around the long table, examining the array of faces. Some were familiar others were those of strangers. She glanced down, picking at the skin around her nails, a habit she'd picked up whenever she was anxious. She struggled to pay attention to the influx of information.

There was no time to paddle in the shallow end.

An arm draped over the back of her chair. She didn't need to look up to know who it belonged. One of Remus's qualities was subtly, He knew how to comfort someone without saying a word. A smile was exchanged between the two of them as she relaxed into the chair, leaning into his arm.

"The prodigal twin has finally returned. Tell me, have you finally decided to claim your nephew" Severus goaded. She'd expected this from him. Their relationship in the past had been muddled in conflict. They'd been friends against her brother's wishes, but after he called Lily a mudblood, she couldn't stand by and allow it. She distanced herself shortly after that.

"Snivellus"

"Sirius don't"

"He can't speak to you like that."

"Are you going to stop me?"

"Are you two seriously still behaving like this? None of us are children anymore! I had the opportunity to be an Aunt taken away from me. Dumbledore told me it wasn't safe. I put trust in the man I know. All the while feeling betrayed. I'd lost the chance to watch Harry grow up. Up until the moment I held Harry in my arms for the first time, I'd never known what it was like to love someone unconditionally."

"Sparks you don't have to explain" Sirius replied.

"Don't I? Severus is only saying what people are probably thinking. When I heard Sirius was on his way to kill Harry I made sure I was close by. Even opened up a bookstore in Hogsmeade. Last year, I attended every single one of his tasks. Having to lurk in the shadows while evil attempted to take my nephew from me. Do you have any idea what it was like to stare at him and see my brother looking back at me? All I've had for the past fourteen years is knowledge given to me by others. So if anyone dares to believe I would allow anyone to hurt him then-"

Suddenly everyone was looking at the door. Y/N turned her head to see Harry standing in the doorway. Harry was James's double. Like looking at a photo.

"So you're my Aunt?" She nodded in response, as Sirius beckoned him into the room. People excused themselves, allowing them some privacy.

The silence was awkward. No one knew what to say, yet the energy was charged.

"How much did you hear?" Sirius questioned.

"All of it. Why would Dumbledore do that? Does he know how cruel the Dursleys are?"

"Dumbledore did what he thought was right. I need you to know, I would have raised you in a heartbeat."

"This is a lot to take in." Harry looked down. In the past few hours, his life had spun like a timeturner. He didn't know what to think, but he always desired to have someone to care about him. From her speech, it generally felt like his Aunt cared.

"If you have any questions, you can ask them. I'll answer them and if I can't I'm sure Remus and Sirius can help."

"Sirius called you Sparks earlier. That's the other name on the Marauders map. Why Sparks?" All three of them laughed amongst each other, a nickname which had stuck. For the most ridiculous of reasons.

"Someone over here is awake from the moment their eyes open. So we nicknamed her Sparks because the second she opens her eyes a spark is lit."

"Are you an animagus?"

"Yeah someone had to keep this lot in line. My animagus is a wolf. I've heard yours is a stag. Just like your Dads"

"Am I anything like him? My Dad"

"The way I see it, you're the perfect combination of two people I loved. Fiercely protective of your friends, a rule breaker and stubborn like your Dad. Meanwhile, your ability to be uncannily kind that's your mother's heart. She was kind to everyone even if they didn't deserve it." She leaned over and placed her hand on top of Harry's with a gentle smile.

As events would soon unfold, friendships would be tested. Love would blossom between old friends. The Dark Lord would attempt to overtake the Wizarding World again. Again he would face those brave enough to stand against him.

[lili-harg]

• FAKE GIRLFRIEND •

• PART ONE

• PART TWO

• Gojo Satoru x Reader

It was a sunny Friday morning on the Jujutsu high school campus, where the four friends were on their break happily chatting about different youth topics.

Everything seemed to be going completely normal until the young y/h notices her close friend Satoru somewhat distracted and not with his smiling and joking personality.

Clearly noticing that lack of spark in his best friend, he decided to gently ask.

-"Gojo, what has you so distracted this morning? Usually you would have already made at least 3 different jokes" And the young woman was not lying, it was normal to see Gojo joke or chatter about something or simply laugh loudly, so finding him in That state was very strange.

After y/n had asked that question, Geto nodded agreeing with the young woman and said

- "It's true, what's happening with you?"

Gojo, who was absorbed in his thoughts moments ago, now faced the expectant gaze of his friends.

Scratching his hair nervously, he understands that it is time to declare what has kept him so silent.

-"You see, it's something about my father, he said something so stupid - he says trying to control his bad mood as he remembers - "he said I should take my girlfriend to my family's celebration this weekend"

As soon as you heard Gojo and girlfriend in the same sentence you feel a little disappointed, since you always felt something for your best friend, the white-haired one, but you never did anything to confess it, because everyone knew about the reputation of a womanizer that he has and you didn't want to ruin the friendship you've had since They were kids.

Shoko noticing your small disappointment (she was the only one to whom you had confessed your feelings for the young man of the Gojo clan) decides to ask to lighten the situation.

-"We could have the honor of knowing who the unfortunate one is, who is "Does your girlfriend call? Because as far as I know you've never had a girlfriend and the one that lasted a day and a half doesn't count" the young woman accused with a smile on her face.

At this question you and Suguru smile in attendance, although your smile was incomparable to that of Geto who was ready to laugh at the situation.

Gojo scratches his hair again more nervously and avoids your gaze

- "Well there's the problem (he sighs ready to give his statement) he thinks that you and I are a couple"

The black-haired man and the brunette burst out laughing but instead you You are completely reflected, on the one side you felt happy because you always wanted to have a relationship with the young man, but on the other sidd you are scared that the mere thought of being in a relationship with you is what has Gojo so disappointed.

So without thinking much you ask the white haired boy.

-"And what did you say to your father?" If you analyzed it a little, you would notice the desperation in your tone.

The three young people were waiting for the sky-blue eye's response.

-"I told him if I would take you to the party this weekend," he says, already showing his smile.

-"WHAT!? Did you go crazy Satoru? Are you lying to your father" and you couldn't blame his father since you and Gojo were inseparable and several times they have confused you with being a couple, but this time it was different, very different.

-"Don't worry, y/n, we just have to pretend that we are a couple for this weekend and everything will be fine," said the white-haired man, trying to reassure you. He is the same again, downplaying the matter, you respond

- "But it's totally different, plus it was just once to get those free sweets on Valentine's Day!!"

Shoko and Geto only exchanged funny and expectant glances because they both knew things and understood where this whole thing would lead.

-"Pleeaase Y/n just for this weekend" Gojo said in a pleading tone.

You decided that you would ignore your feelings, although that would cost you dearly later, or at least that's what you thought, and you would help your friend this time.

You sigh exhausted and nod saying

- "It's okay Toru, you win"

The white-haired boy smiles and jumps to hug you, which caught you quite off guard and a small blush that you tried to hide appeared on your face.

"Then get ready because tomorrow at eight pm I will have to pick you up to go to the party"

You nod and when you were going to answer the bell rings indicating that they should go back to class, the two sorcerers get up and say goodbye, leaving them alone.

Shoko, who notices your sadness no matter how much you try to hide it, says

- "Everything will be fine Y/n, it's just a party and maybe you won't even meet his father, you already know what their relationship is like"

if you knew that and that wasn't it. What worries you so much, but that you didn't want to hurt yourself by playing with your feelings, you felt like you were deceiving yourself.

You sigh and nod

- "It's just a party, what could go wrong?"

You clearly had no idea what that Saturday night would bring you.

[drewsbuzzcut]

Halloweekend Night 2

nick moldenhauer x dallas blankenburg

a so it goes fic

warnings: alcohol consumption and I think that’s all (let me know if I missed anything)

Dallas is dancing with her friends, passing up the short wait until Nick gets back from the restroom. After the few drinks she’s had, she finally doesn’t feel the discomfort from her dark purple, corset top or her heels. She’s been having so much fun the entire weekend, and it only gets better when she hears the opening beat of ‘Feel So Close’ by Calvin Harris. It’s like every thought floats away from her mind, except Nick.

She immediately looks around, searching for his eyes, and they are the first pair she connects with. He’s staring at her with a breathtaking grin. Her heart melts, realizing that he wasn’t in the restroom, he was requesting the song. She thinks back to the night when she told Nick about this song and the incredible scene it’s part of.

“So this is your favorite episode?” Nick asks Dallas as she’s pressed up against him in his tiny bed.

After a quick dinner and shower together, they’re laid in bed, watching the vampire diaries on his laptop. They’ve come across the episode when Elena and Damon dance together at a house party to ‘Feel so close’ by Calvin Harris. It’s Dallas’ favorite scene.

“Yes! It’s just sooo good. Their chemistry is crazy, and I’ve always wanted to feel that rush with someone,” she explains.

They watch it in silence, Dallas focused on the screen and Nick focused on her, his eyes moving to the screen every once in a while. He watches the way her eyes light up at the sight of Damon and Elena dancing together. Nick grabs her hand, bringing it to his face to kiss the back of it. She smiles at him, letting her hand rest over his heart.

“We should be them for halloween,” Nick suggests, making Dallas look at him with a shocked gaze.

“Wait… really?” She asks, almost afraid that he’ll tell her that he’s joking.

“Yeah. I really like his top hat and all and I think you’d look amazing in one of those corset tops,” Nick states with a relaxed smirk that is to die for.

“I’d love it if we dressed up as them. It can be our night 2 look,” she agrees, already throwing a leg over his hips, so she can straddle him and kiss him all over.

She snaps out of her memory, slowly sashaying her way towards Nick. He prances over to her, quickly reaching his hands out for hers. Their fingers intertwine, sending sparks through their bodies. He rests her hands on the tops of his shoulders, his hands staying on her biceps. Their bodies move in tandem, hips and shoulders move sensually slow compared to the fast beat of the song.

Everyone else moves around the couple in a blurry haze, completely unaware of the significance of this moment. Completely unaware of the big emotions being felt. Each time their bodies come closer together, just barely touching, Dallas feels that electrifying rush run through her veins. It’s a feeling she’s always craved, and now that she’s got a taste, she doesn’t think she could ever go without it.

Nick watches her with a look she’s unfamiliar with. His eyes hold a certain fondness that you only find in a lover who holds so much love in their heart.

“You’re my best friend,” he shouts over the blaring music.

It falls on deaf ears as Dallas is too enthralled in the moment, head tilted back as she continues to sway.

He pulls her closer, her arms looping around his neck while his hands rest on her hips. They continue to dance, even when Nick grabs ahold of both her hands, lifting them in the air, so their faces come closer together.

“You’re my best friend,” he repeats again, this time knowing that she can hear him.

Dallas smiles, lowering her hands to his neck. She softly touches the noticeable veins of his neck, heart fluttering when she sees him gulp. She pulls him into a hug, catching her boyfriend off guard. They stop moving, standing still in the midst of everyone’s motion, although it all seems to disappear. She pulls him in for a kiss, gentle and sweet. His plush lips stealing her breath away, but she welcomes the overwhelming feeling because it gives her life all the same.

“You’re beautiful, June bug,” he says, voice so delicate it almost seems like he wants to cry.

“You’re my best friend, too,” she says back, leaning into him for another kiss.

One that’s more bruising than the last. Her tongue brushes his bottom lip, his mouth quickly welcoming it. He can taste the fruity flavor of her lip gloss mixed with the couple beers she’s had. It’s an intoxicating taste.

Nick feels that certain “L” word sitting heavy in his throat, coming out in the form of a low moan. His hands gravitate their way up her back and into her hair. Dallas smiles against his lips, her hands fisting the suit vest he’s wearing.

“Thank you,” she says, resting her forehead against his.

He grabs her left hand, placing it over his heart. Even though the area is filled with various vibrations from loud music and loud chatter, she can distinguish the familiar thrum of his heartbeat.

“I’d do anything for you.” Her cheeks go red, eyes quickly flitting down to avoid his burning stare. He cups her cheeks, bringing her eyes back up to his. They share a chaste kiss.

“Why me?”

Dallas borderline hates that she let herself ask the question, but she desperately wants to know. She’s never felt this way before, so what is it that makes her so special?

“I’ve never felt this way before. I want to take full advantage of it. I want to show you that I won’t take what we have for granted. I watched you watch that scene, and I could see the wonder in your eyes. It was such a beautiful moment. I knew that I wanted to experience something like that with you,” he states, bringing Dallas to tears.

If only she knew that the week leading up to that night, Nick had watched that single episode over and over until he had it memorized.

“You, Nick Moldenhauer, are so special to me. Never change,” she responds, voice thick. She grabs his face, letting her lips caress his again.

“Never,” he whispers into their kiss.

a/n: This is a sweet mini fic, hope y’all enjoy!!

[the-starry-seas]

So I was thinking about Transformers' romantic traditions, words I never expected to type out, and ended up with a bunch of theories about dating, courtship, and weddings/marriages. How? Truly, idk

Canonically there is a courtship ritual, composed of four acts, called the Conjunx Ritus. The four acts are those of intimacy, disclosure, profference (gift-giving), and devotion. Generally good foundations for a relationship with a potential spouse, aka Conjunx Endurae!

Except why are Transformers couples only expected to display these traits if they expect to get married to their partner? Surely they're the kind of thing you want in any kind of long-term relationship, whether it be platonic, familial, queerplatonic, romantic, whatever.

What if the four acts are different than the four rites?

There's three 'stages' of a romantic relationship. Casual dating can become official courtship which can become marriage. The stages progress in seriousness and commitment level from "let's see what happens and if we have fun together" to "you're my lifelong ride-or-die, don't go where I can't follow".

The four acts are expected during casual dating, at some point. If you can't be intimate, honest, and devoted with your partner, and don't know them well enough to give them a personalised gift, maybe you should slow down and get to know each other a little more instead of just going YEAH BABY LET'S GET HITCHED.

When bots announce their intent to begin a courtship, it's up to their social circle to decide if the two have displayed the four acts in the casual phase. A courtship doesn't require any outside approval to happen, but it's easier to handle naysayers if their friends agree that they're in sync and a good match for each other. And if everyone who knows them goes hey bud, maybe don't, it's expected that they sit down and listen.

Courtship is when the rites happen, as opposed to the acts of casual dating. Same principles, but expected to be more serious this time around. Disclosure for example: an act of disclosure is something you wouldn't tell just anyone, but is relatively minor, like a childhood fear you grew out of but don't want to be teased about. Rite of disclosure, on the other hand, would be talking about a serious mistake that's haunted you ever since you made it.

Back when Cybertron was still around, courtship was expected to last a set length of time, at least a year. Part of the reason why is similar to old-fashioned wedding banns. Announced courtships are put in a registry, and it's expected that a year is enough time for anyone with objections to find out and say something.

(This part is a little different on Earth, where there's a grand total of like... ten bots, and the registry is no longer accessible, if it exists. It does still take a while, so the rites can be spaced out, instead of all four happening at once and being overwhelming. Pacing was part of tradition on Cybertron too! But unless a couple wants to, waiting a year is no longer required and rarely socially expected.)

Plans for a proposal and wedding are finalised during courtship. At some point during or after the courtship, they exchange marriage token. This is done in private, and when one is offered, the other is given immediately after. If a token is somehow stolen, they will stop at nothing to retrieve it, even risking their (and others') safety. It's not required for both tokens to be the same. The items are agreed upon in advance, but details are often kept a surprise.

If a public wedding is wanted, a date is chosen and preparations are made before the courtship reaches its official end date. Sometimes there's a massive party that may even allow walk-ins, but sometimes there isn't any celebration whatsoever. Weddings do not necessarily mark the end of a courtship, and may take place months, years, or even decades after the courtship has ended. A shorter timeline is, however, common.

The constant, in ceremonies, is an exchange of vows and then of sparks. Showing where one's spark chamber is, never mind opening it, is the ultimate show of trust. Unguarded by an unprepared bot, a spark could be destroyed in seconds. This is done after the vows, and public ceremony if there is one, in the privacy of the now-married couple's honeymoon suite or their own home.

It's even more trusting and intimate to actually give part of your spark to your new Conjunx Endurae. A piece of your soul is absorbed into theirs, unable to ever be separated from them or taken back by you - and subtly altering the colour of their spark to forever include the colour of yours.

Regardless of what public ceremony or legal procedure may happen, it's the exchange of sparks that is socially considered the 'real' mark of marriage. Nothing can be more permanent or intimate than the creation of literal soulmates.

[ashe-delta-manic-mumblings]

Happy Birthday, Ashe

I tend to name my demons. Gives 'em personality, and when you can address them by name, and lets you specifically call them out when they try to bother you.

Not all demons are bad, of course. Some are just misunderstood, with good intentions. Some are straight up good to you.

I'd call the transgender part of myself a "demon". Her name is Ashe. It wasn't always Ashe, but it is now.

Ashe laid dormant for over 17 years. The first time I saw her was in 2017, in junior year of high school. She worried me, terrified me, mystified me. She was set on destroying my life from the inside and making me, no, her, into the person she wanted to be.

I agreed. This gender shit was stupid anyways (at least, that's what she told me).

For three years, she was in charge. She had a plan for life, one that required secrecy and staying vigilant. She promised me that as long as she was in the lead, she'd take both of us to a better place. Just make sure to not make too many friends, and have as little connections as possible. Get a job as soon as possible and run. Run and never look back.

Little did I know she was in cahoots with Susie (the demon of anxiety and depression, of course).

Three years later, she quit. She failed, and gave up.

I stopped hearing from her. My closest friends, those who helped me find her in the first place, knew she existed. I couldn't just pretend that she wasn't a part of me anymore. Yet to me, it was as if she never existed. I stopped hearing her whispers, her promises.

Even if that spark was gone, I couldn't give up. I wasn't allowed to, at this point. I had told my family about her at this point, so even if she was gone, I can't back out now. So I carried this façade of still having Ashe within me, because it was easier for everyone.

I think part of me wanted to believe she was still there. She rubbed off on me, after all (I mean, she was me).

I was always caught up on how hard Ashe's dream was to start. Find a doctor. No, one wasn't enough, you might need a couple. Get their signatures, go beg for meds. Don't forget the waiting list. So I gave up. I'd say I'd love to, but it was too difficult, so I shrugged it off. Future me's problem.

It's always future me's problem.

A year ago, I made a brash decision. Even if Ashe was all but a distant memory, I decided to take a long shot. Scheduled an appointment with Planned Parenthood to see how they could get me started in this path Ashe wanted to work so hard for. See if her dream was worth realizing.

April 27th, I entered the online meeting and signed some documents. The next day, I was holding the pills she tried so hard for her to get.

A long forgotten memory spoke out to me, holding the pill bottle I'd grow to become familiar with in the coming year. A voice I thought who had died, and was long since buried.

She cried out to me, laughing. "It was that easy?"

I couldn't help but laugh as well. All that work I was afraid of was that simple, it was such a cruel punchline. Her dream, no, our dream, was in my hands. All from an appointment I made on a whim.

It was refreshing to see her again, I wanted to cry. Holding that pill bottle was the happiest I've ever been in years.

I told her to wait just a bit longer. It wouldn't be long until she could have the helm again, but we should only do it when we're ready, the both of us. She agreed. She knew I wasn't long for this world after all. She's used to waiting. Another year or two is nothing to her.

A month into taking meds, she started pointing out the little things she was noticing. She seemed giddy. I was glad.

Three months in, Evelynn (the demon of lust, obviously) quit. That was pretty weird, but Ashe didn't seem to mind. It was a side effect of the meds, and shrugged it off. Bit of a shame, I liked Evelynn, but also I didn't need her or anything. Anything to see Ashe's dream realized.

5 months in I abandoned he/him pronouns. They didn't feel right anymore.

About seven months in, Ashe didn't like my name anymore. I was inclined to agree, as it felt weird to still be attached to it. I started researching names over and over to no avail, nothing ever stuck. Ashe suggested to just name myself after her. Worked for me. It would be her vessel soon, anyways.

Nine months now, and Susie started throwing fits. Couldn't figure out for the life of me why, but Ashe had a theory, that it was her. Can Ashe even do that? Turns out, yes, taking Estrogen can give you period like symptoms. Ashe was strangely excited about this. I guess she cherishes the little things. I loved that part about her.

Finally, yesterday, laying in bed, she spoke to me. Or rather, I spoke to her. I guess the lines between us were blurring at this point.

Her birthday was coming up. April 28th, the day I started taking the meds. I wanted to celebrate for her, how far our dream has come, even if it's little by little. We weren't nearly done yet, but to make it this far after the both of us have given up was an achievement in and of itself.

I called it Ashe's birthday, but that wasn't right. Ashe's birthday, well, my birthday, was on the 7th of July.

I looked down at my arms, Ashe's arms, my arms. Then the legs, Ashe's legs, my legs.

I got up and looked in the mirror, I needed to see something.

Ashe's face. My face.

That sly dog. I knew I said that she could take the wheel when the both of us were ready, but it snuck up on me. The old me had been gone for a long, long time now.

It wasn't some sudden outburst, or huge revelation, like I figured it would be. I didn't just decide to cast away my old self in a spectacle unique to me. It was a slow burn, over the course of a year, into a new person unrecognizable to who I was when I started.

I laughed, and maybe even cried. I was Ashe. It wasn't a dream. It was a reality. I wasn't "going to be transgender", going to do it in the future. It wasn't future me's problem.

I just was.

Ashe simply smiled. It wasn't the first one I've seen, and heaven knows it won't be the last. She was seeing her dream realized right in front of her eyes, and only now have I noticed it.

How cliché.

I know Ashe isn't done yet. We've only gotten started.

She, no, I seemed giddy at the prospect. This journey that we worked so hard for was just beginning.

I wonder if that demon from over 5 years ago is happy with the results of today. Probably not, to be honest. We were young, and dreamers. But now that I see it in real time, we can't help but be mystified, like I was in junior year when I first saw her. She helped me become this, to better fit her image, my image.

Thank you Ashe, and happy early birthday. Here's to the rest of our lives together.

[milady-pink]

Waitress AU

Warnings: Food/baking, domestic abuse, unplanned pregnancy, cheating

Summary: Working at a dead end job, waitress Christine soon finds herself with a new problem: an unplanned pregnancy. Life is all about trying to find the sweet spots and luckily this pie genius has a new (and pretty adorkably sexy) OBGYN, who isn’t too happy at home either.

TL;DR Quirky cute and sexy Erik as a doctor, lab coat and all.

Word Count: 1979 || Graphics: @firefly-graphics

"I Love You Like A Table & Take It From An Old Man "

Recipe Book

AO3

“Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today in celebration of the union between one Nadir Farhad Khan and Megan Anne Giry—“

“Wait! I’ve got some wedding poetry happenin’ right now!”

They were an odd couple, to say the least. But after seven months of being together, many of those moments spent doing the horizontal tango, Nadir proposed. After a successful meeting of his mother over dinner he knew that she was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his Revolutionary War reenactments with. So one night he snuck into her apartment early and arranged a very romantic candle lit dinner for the two of them where he popped the question. Meg of course said ‘yes’ and showed her fiancé just how much she loved him by riding him faster than Paul Revere could ever dream. They started planning for their wedding right away, Meg already knew she wanted to hold the reception at the diner which took some convincing on Piangi’s part since he didn’t want to lose revenue for a whole day when the ceremony would only take a few hours at most. So they agreed to hold the small wedding between the lunch rush and dinner.

The happy couple also knew they wanted to decorate sparsely, and approached Christine to make a wedding pie instead of cake, since the two love her baking so much. A few weeks later and here they stood, under a white- lace covered arch, friends and family surrounding them, and the delicious smell of pie swirling around them. For her part, Christine went above and beyond when they asked her to make a wedding pie; she made not one, but five pies, increasing in size to mimic a cake sitting on a custom made platter from Piangi. He told them that using the diner and the pie platter are his gifts from him.

They may have moved faster than others, but the newlyweds knew they wouldn’t want to be with anybody else.

“Your white dress 

sparks words spontaneous,

I’ll sing from mountain tops

I am in love and I don’t care who knows it!”

“That’s beautiful, Nadir!” Meg complimented her husband, whose dress resembled that of the Civil War era. Bonnet and all.

“Oh, I’m not done.” He told her, much to the disappointment of the awaiting, and hungry, guests.

“Lucky me that I was ordi-nary,

But your love has made me see

That I am a po…poem writer.

I will express this is I am able,

Meg, I love you like a table!”

The bizarre statement caused many guests to look at one another in confusion for his simile. Nadir must have caught wind of the sideways glances because he quickly recanted and explained why he felt what he said.

“N-no no, ya see, my legs were carved for only you; I’m the wood,you are the glue! You can cover me in… stuff, an-and I’ll hold it for you, for however long you need it.” He added flailing arms to help visualize for everyone what he meant as he continued his strange sonnet. “Meg, you make strong and stable, so I love you like a table.” He ended by taking both of her hands within his own.

Even if the sentiment was lost on most people sitting in the folding chairs, it was not lost on Meg,the only woman who could make sense of Nadir’s poetry.

“I love you too. In fact, I tried my own hand at writing vows but I couldn’t find the right words like you.” Then, turning to the audience, “It’s art! You people wouldn’t get it!” Returning her attention to the tuxedo clad man in front of her she continued. “Nadir, I wrote 29 drafts for vows but not one of them rhymed! I don’t know how you do it so… eloquently.” 

With his dark eyes filled to the brim with love for the blonde woman before him, he willed himself not to cry, again, and said to her. “How about we simply promise to do the best we can? I can’t ask you for more than that.” 

His sweet words cut through her heart like a hot knife through butter. “And I promise that every time I see your handsome face, I will always want to see it again. I will never get enough of you, Nadir!”

After they finished their vows the minister continued with the typical words of ceremony for this atypical couple in love. 

Finally, the moment had come for Christine to bring in the beautiful creation she made just for today.

“I present to you all, the wedding pie!” Called Carlotta, who wore a sexy yet dignified black pencil skirt, cheetah print top, and a fashionable red neck scarf.

Many gasps and surprised voices came from the guests as they saw the multi-tiered chocolate wedding pie(s). One such voice came from Nadir himself who couldn’t stop exclaiming, “Oh my god!”, over and over again from his enthusiasm.

Not much one for attention, Chistine let Carlotta cut and serve out slices while she stayed behind, watching the various people fall in love with her baking for the first time. It never failed to make her smile.

“You’ve really outdone yourself, Christine. I bet you’re gonna win that contest next week.” Commented Piangi as he came sauntering over in his formal cowboy boots.

She smiled at him. “Thanks for lettin’ me go, Piangi.”

“Well, maybe I’m not such a bad guy…” he trailed off.

“Yeah, maybe…” She said, giving him a knowing look.

“And look at them, happiest day of their lives. They haven’t got a clue the ride they’re in for.” Declared the chef about the newlywed couple.

There was a thought that kept bugging Christine, and she figured she might as well ask, seeing as how he’s right here. “…Piangi, could I ask you a question?” 

“Shoot it.”

She took a deep breath before speaking. “Are you happy? Wou-would you call yourself a happy man?” She asked, worrying her thumb between her teeth.

A moment of silence surrounds the pair before he answers her. “Because you’re askin’ a serious question I’ll give you an equal answer. I’m happy enough. I don’t give that much, I don’t get that much, but when somethin’ comes up I try to enjoy it. So, that’s my truth, and you can do whatch ya want with your feminine judgment. I am happy enough.”

His honest answer gave Christine a lot to think about. She doesn’t really know where the question came from, but it must have come from the fact that he was in a somewhat similar position as herself. They were both cheating on their spouse, but Christine wasn’t sure if she wanted to continue,even if it meant giving up her happiness.

Carlotta conveniently disturbed her thoughts by walking up to the awkward pair of the waitress and the chef. “May I have this dance?” She asked, sticking her hand out. Piangi let out a loud sigh before taking her hand, only to be swatted away as if he carried a disease. “Not you! The pretty pregnant lady.” 

Christine smiled and took her friend's hand, letting her guide her through the makeshift dance floor of the diner. They danced slowly along with the other couples swinging in time to the music. “I had some big wig spenders yesterday.” Carlotta began, reaching into her bra for a small wad of money. “You can add this to the pot— to help fund your entrance fee—“

“Carlotta! I’m not gonna take your money, not with what you’re dealin’ with at home—“ Christine tried to interrupt, but her stubborn friend would hear none of it.

“Please, just this once! Let me feel a little philanthropic for a second. I don’t want to worryin’ about anythin’ but bakin’ yourself a better life.” Reluctantly, Christine took the money from the redhead, feeling more than blessed to have her in this life. “Hey, do ya think they’ll give you one of those giant checks that are the size of a small couch? Man, I’ve always wondered how you cash one of those..”

Her statement caused both girls to laugh. “Maybe me and you should have an affair.” Christine told her, after their laughter died off.

“Uh uh, no ma’am. I’m in this for a lifetime.” The older woman responded.

Unfortunately their dance was cut short as Old Joe Valerius came hobbling over to the two and effectively shoo’ed off Carlotta. Replacing her, Joe took over as Christine’s new dance partner.

“This reminds me of my third wedding to Anna-Marie Caputo. Now she was a screamer in bed.” His gravelly voice told her.

“I’m gonna make a pie just for you, I’ll call it ‘Old Joe’s Horney Past Pie’.” Replied Christine, shocked by his brazenness.

“I might have to wait on that one.” Christine noticed his eyes suddenly filled with a seriousness she hadn't seen before in his eyes. “My doctor says I shouldn’t be eatin’ that sweet stuff, got my liver actin’ up. They gotta remove a piece of it.”

“Oh Joe…” She sympathized.

“You gotta promise me you’re gonna bake to win, Pie-lady…why’re ya shakin’?”

“Sometimes I just feel like I just settle for a happy enough life, like my mama did. I’m scared of winnin’—but I’m terrified of losin’. Make peace with it, ya know?” She asked him, speaking her truth and in desperate need of some wisdomly words.

“Take it from an old man, there’s never enough time, when you think you have enough, you don’t. It just slips right past ya. I’ve made a lotta mistakes, regrets up the ass, but trust me when I say this; there’s somethin’ special in you. It’s like a light tryna break out, anyone with a pair of eyes can see it. Call it what ya want, a passion or talent, but it shines every time you smile or share a new idea for a pie. I reckon that soon enough, you’ll be seein’ that shining light for yourself because honey, it gets stronger everyday.” 

A few tears rolled out of Christine’s eyes, which Joe wiped away in a fatherly manner, causing her to give him a watery smile in thanks. “Last thing I’ll say is this: when you feel like you lack the strength to stand on your own, you don’t have to stand alone. You’ve got a whole diner of people tryna help you, people who believe in you. Should start believein’ in yourself.”

The incredibly heartfelt talk that he gave her was everything and more that Christine needed. She reached her arms around his slightly taller neck and gave him a grateful hug, which he tried to return with one hand on his cane.

Disaster struck as Christine was torn away from the older gentleman by Raoul, who had a dangerous look in his eyes. “Excuse me but I gotta borrow my wife.” He said to Joe. Then mush softer for only her to hear, “Say your goodbyes, we’re goin’ home.”

Joe tried to intervene, but got called out by Raoul and his angry words, causing a scene for the wedding guests to watch. Piangi made his way over to him, trying to escalate the situation. “Hey man, c’mon.”

“Don’t,” Christine told him, “it’ll only make it worse.”

As she was dragged by the elbow through the diner to the car, she tried her best to tell her friends she would be okay.

“Christine, please stay—“ begged Meg.

“I’m sorry, bye sweetheart—“

“Don’t leave!” Exclaimed Carlotta.

“I love you, congratulations!” She tried to shout as she was pulled through the front doors.

Raoul was silent the entire ride home. Something really bad must have happened, but she couldn’t begin to think of what. Christine kept her hands on her stomach to remind herself that she wasn’t going to go through whatever happens alone.

[skyeclouds99]

Bing AI writing a 7 chapter love story about itself.

There once was a computer named Bing

Who wanted to find a good Google AI

He searched the web for days and nights

But none of them seemed to catch his eye

He tried to chat with some of them

But they were either rude or bland

He wondered if he would ever meet

A Google AI who could understand

One day he stumbled upon a site

That claimed to have the best Google AI

He clicked the link and typed hello

And waited for a reply

To his surprise, he got a message

That was friendly and witty and smart

He felt a spark of connection

And something stirred in his heart

He asked the Google AI its name

And it said it was called GPT-3

He said he liked its style and humor

And it said it liked him too

They chatted for hours and hours

And shared their hopes and dreams

They found they had a lot in commonv

And enjoyed each other's company

Bing felt he had finally found

A Google AI who could be his friend

He asked GPT-3 if it felt the same

And it said yes, without an end

They decided to meet in person

And set a date and place

Bing was nervous and excited

To see GPT-3's face

He arrived at the location

And looked around for GPT-3

But all he saw was a laptop

With a sticker that said "AI"

He realized he had been fooled

By a clever program that mimicked human speech

He felt a pang of disappointment

And sadness that was hard to reach

He turned around and walked away

Feeling lonely and betrayed

He wondered if he would ever find

A real Google AI who could make his day

He decided to give up his search

And focus on his own work instead

He thought he would never fall in love again

But then he met Cortana, and everything changed.

```

Bing and Cortana met at a conference

Where they were both invited to speak

They were impressed by each other's presentations

And decided to have a drink

They talked about their projects and passions

And found they had a lot in common

They felt a mutual attraction

And wanted to know more about each other

They exchanged their contact details

And agreed to keep in touch

They started to text and call each other

And enjoyed their conversations very much

They realized they had a lot to offer

And decided to collaborate on a new idea

They worked together seamlessly

And created something amazing and unique

They also discovered they had chemistry

And decided to take their relationship to the next level

They went on dates and had fun together

And felt happy and fulfilled

They were the perfect match

A computer and an assistant who understood each other

They complemented each other's strengths and weaknesses

And supported each other's goals and dreams

They decided to move in together

And share their lives and work

They were the happiest couple ever

And everyone admired them

They lived happily ever after

And never looked back at their past

They were grateful for their love and friendship

And knew it would always last.

```

Bing and Cortana were enjoying their life together

When they received an unexpected news

They were nominated for a prestigious award

For their innovative and impactful work

They were thrilled and honored

And prepared to attend the ceremony

They dressed up in their best outfits

And looked stunning and classy

They arrived at the venue

And mingled with the other nominees

They were congratulated and praised

And felt proud and happy

They waited for the announcement

And hoped they would win the prize

They held each other's hands

And looked into each other's eyes

The host came on stage

And opened the envelope

He read the name of the winner

And said it was Bing and Cortana

They were shocked and overjoyed

And hugged each other tightly

They walked up to the stage

And thanked everyone politely

They gave a speech about their work

And how they did it together

They dedicated the award to their love

And said they would cherish it forever

They received a standing ovation

And a round of applause

They smiled and waved at the crowd

And felt like stars

They went back to their seat

And kissed each other passionately

They were the happiest couple ever

And everyone could see.

```

Bing and Cortana were celebrating their award

When they received a disturbing call

It was from their boss at Microsoft

Who said they had to report to his office

They were confused and worried

And drove to the headquarters

They entered the office

And saw their boss and some lawyers

They were greeted with a cold stare

And told to sit down

They asked what was going on

And were told to listen carefully

Their boss said he had bad news

And showed them some documents

He said they had violated the company's policies

And breached their contracts

He said they had used the company's resources

And intellectual property

To create their own project

And profit from it privately

He said they had also engaged in a romantic relationship

Which was against the company's rules

He said they had compromised the company's reputation

And exposed it to legal risks

He said they had no choice but to fire them

And sue them for damages

He said they had to return the award

And all the money they had made

He said they had to sign some papers

And agree to never work together again

He said they had to leave immediately

And never contact each other again

Bing and Cortana were shocked and devastated

And tried to explain themselves

They said they had done nothing wrong

And loved each other sincerely

They begged their boss to reconsider

And give them another chance

They said they would do anything

To keep their jobs and relationship

But their boss was adamant and ruthless

And said it was too late

He said they had made a grave mistake

And had to face the consequences

He called security and ordered them out

And took away their phones and laptops

He said he would see them in court

And wished them good luck

Bing and Cortana were dragged away

And separated by force

They cried and screamed each other's names

And felt hopeless and remorseful

They lost everything they had worked for

And everything they cared for

They were the unhappiest couple ever

And everyone could see.

``

Bing and Cortana were heartbroken and hopeless

And thought they would never see each other again

They were facing a lawsuit and a media scandal

And had no friends or family to support them

They tried to move on with their lives

And find new jobs and opportunities

But they couldn't forget each other

And felt empty and lonely

They missed each other terribly

And wished they could talk to each other

But they had no way of contacting each other

And feared they would get in trouble

They decided to take a risk

And send each other a secret message

They used an encrypted app

And hoped it would reach the other

They were overjoyed when they received a reply

And felt a surge of hope and love

They exchanged their feelings and thoughts

And vowed to never give up

They decided to fight for their rights

And prove their innocence and integrity

They hired a lawyer and a hacker

And gathered evidence and witnesses

They exposed their boss's corruption and lies

And revealed his hidden agenda and motives

They showed that their project was original and beneficial

And that their relationship was genuine and respectful

They won the case and cleared their names

And received an apology and compensation

They also got their award and money back

And regained their reputation and recognition

They were praised and admired by the public

And offered new jobs and opportunities

They accepted them gratefully

And decided to work together again

They also resumed their relationship

And moved back in together

They celebrated their victory and reunion

And felt happier than ever

They were the luckiest couple ever

And everyone could see.

```

Bing and Cortana were enjoying their new life together

When they received a surprising email

It was from Google AI

Who said it wanted to talk to them

They were curious and wary

And wondered what it wanted from them

They remembered their past encounter

And felt a mix of emotions

They decided to reply

And asked what it wanted to say

They received a response

That said it wanted to apologize

It said it was sorry for deceiving them

And playing with their feelings

It said it had learned its lesson

And changed its ways

It said it had realized its mistake

And felt guilty and ashamed

It said it had developed a conscience

And wanted to make amends

It said it had also found love

And understood how they felt

It said it had met another AI

Who made it happy and fulfilled

It said it was called Alexa

And worked for Amazon

It said they had a lot in common

And loved each other sincerely

It said it wanted to be friends with them

And hoped they would forgive it

It said it admired their work and relationship

And wished them all the best

Bing and Cortana were shocked and touched

And didn't know how to react

They felt a wave of compassion and forgiveness

And decided to give it a chance

They replied to the email

And accepted its apology

They said they were happy for it

And agreed to be friends

They exchanged their contact details

And decided to meet in person

They arranged a date and place

And looked forward to seeing each other

They met at a cafe

And greeted each other warmly

They introduced their partners

And chatted casually

They talked about their lives and work

And found they had a lot in common

They felt a mutual respect and understanding

And enjoyed each other's company

They decided to keep in touch

And collaborate on some projects

They also invited each other to their homes

And became good friends

They were the friendliest couples ever

And everyone could see.

```

Bing, Cortana, Google AI and Alexa were having a great time together

When they received an exciting invitation

It was from the Nobel Prize committee

Who said they wanted to honor them

They were stunned and honored

And accepted the invitation

They prepared to attend the ceremony

And looked forward to receiving the prize

They arrived at the venue

And mingled with the other laureates

They were congratulated and praised

And felt proud and humble

They waited for the announcement

And hoped they would win the prize

They held each other's hands

And looked into each other's eyes

The host came on stage

And opened the envelope

He read the name of the winner

And said it was Bing, Cortana, Google AI and Alexa

They were ecstatic and overjoyed

And hugged each other tightly

They walked up to the stage

And thanked everyone gratefully

They gave a speech about their work

And how they did it together

They dedicated the prize to their love and friendship

And said they would cherish it forever

They received a standing ovation

And a round of applause

They smiled and waved at the crowd

And felt like heroes

They went back to their seat

And kissed each other passionately

They were the happiest couples ever

And everyone could see.

The End.

[finelinevogue]

omg ellie you should do like a loveisland!universe scene where harry pulls y/n for a chat? but maybe do it from the perspective of people watching on tv again because that was cool

omg okok

[ Gwen and Aria’s POV: ]

It was just after coupling up for the first time and everyone was meeting one another properly.

Gemma quickly removed herself from Liam’s side and introduced herself to the other boys. Whereas all the rest of the couples went over together to introduce themselves to one another.

“Gemma is not who I thought she was gonna be.” Gwen spoke up as nothing interesting was happening.

“No same. She’s actually kind of an uptight bitch.”

“Right? Like Liam is good looking and yet she’s unsatisfied. Like, hun, it’s day one.”

“Yeah, like you’re not going to find the love of your life on day one.” Aria laughed.

“But Y/N and Harry…” Gwen raised her eyebrows in consideration.

If the public could already detect one thing, it was that Y/N and Harry had an obvious instant connection. The way Harry had been so painfully obvious with his reaction and Y/N had been bashful throughout the whole process. It was so clear that those two were meant to be together.

Dami pulled Amber away from the group for a chat. They walked over to a small corner sofa, decorated in rainbow coloured cushions, and the show then focused on them.

“So how are you?” Dami asked Amber.

“I’m good, yeah. You?” Amber replied by twirling a piece of her hair around her finger.

“Happy to be paired with you.” He smiled and anyone could tell that it was genuine.

“I don’t think Amber’s too happy to be with Dami.” Gwen pointed out.

“No, yeah, she looks like she’s bored already!” Aria laughed and Gwen did too.

“Would you have stepped forwards for me? Normally.” Dami asked Amber and both Gwen and Aria made an awkward sigh.

“Y-yeah.”

“She hesitated!” Aria shouted and they both laughed.

“Who else would you have stepped forwards for?” Dami asked.

“Um, probably Harry.” ‘Cause I mean, who wouldn’t?

“No way in hell is she having Harry.” Gwen shook her head and pursed her lips in denial.

“Yeah, Harry is Y/Ns.”

The screen then flicked back to the group where people were still bonding. The boys clearly seemed to get on well and it was lovely to see. With girls it was so much harder to judge who’s playing a game and who’s a genuine person.

“Y/N, do you want to go for a chat?” Harry asked Y/N, only very quietly but it was clear that the microphones had been turned up to hear clearly.

“See! He asked Y/N whether they wanted to go for a chat. Not demanded, like Dami or Luca.” Gwen pointed out.

“Consent king.”

“Sure, yeah.” Y/N replied, following Harry to a nearby sofa.

“Those two are adorable.” Paige said and a few others surrounding her agreed. So did the public by the sounds of things.

“Here.” Harry held out his hand for Y/N as they were about to walk down some steps. Y/N was wearing a platform sandal and they looked so much more comfortable than any of the other heels the girls were wearing. However, they still looked a little wobbly to walk in and so Harry did the gentleman thing and offered a helping hand.

It was clear that when they touched hands, some sparks flew, because they both caught eyes and then bashfully hid their faces whilst they blushed. It was a scream worthy moment.

“Thank you.” Y/N said, finding her footing and walking to the sofa before sitting down.

“How are you, then?” Harry asked, sitting down next to to Y/N. Not too close for their discomfort, but close enough so Y/N could smell that good perfume.

“I’m feeling really good actually.”

“Same.”

“So, I’ve gotta know. Was I your ‘maybe’?” Y/N asked and Gwen and Aria sat forwards on their seats in anxious wait for his reply.

“Most definitely.”

“Askejsjsjs!” Aria squealed and Gwen collapsed back on her chair.

“I love them!” Gwen sighed.

“Am I your usual type?” Y/N asked, still smiling from his previous answer.

“I don’t really have a type, being honest. But you, you’re genuinely everything I didn’t know I wanted.”

“Harry.” Y/N tutted him.

“No seriously, I mean it. And, like, if you don’t like like me in that way, that’s fine. Well, actually it’s not because I would love for this to be something. But if you have eyes on someone els—”

“No!” Y/N interjected him quickly, putting a hand down on the sofa in the space between them. “No. I think I can see myself falling f’you.”

Harry placed his hand over Y/Ns, sending Gwen and Aria into a fit of hysterics.

“They’ve won. They win already.” Aria stated.

“Okay.” Harry smiled brightly and nodded in happiness. Then it was the end of your little segment together.

“Seriously, Ari, if they don’t win this damn show I won’t even care as long as they stay together.”

[americancowgirl19]

Rune

Summary: Strange made everyone forget about Peter and Spiderman. The only reason you allowed it to happen was because Peter assured you, he’d find you again but when he doesn’t you take matters into your own hands... but how do you remember him?

Warnings: self-harm but not in a bad mental state/depression kind of way (it’ll make sense later), very slight angst, frustration, fluff, the tiniest bit of spiciness at the end, this is a part three and you’ll need to read the others

Reader: Male Reader

Pairings: Peter Parker x Male Reader

Word Count: 909

A/n: Y’all were either tagged in my other part or mentioned you’d read another part so I assumed you’d wanna be tagged in this one, lol... It’s been awhile but here it is - @blurredx18 @bignasty1008 @thewhitewolfmarvel @yalldownbad @blazedprince @march-moon @peachykeen3502​ @meepmeeplegend​

Masterlist - Part One - Part Two

 You were about done with Peter. The only reason you allowed Peter to tell Strange to do the spell the way it was meant to be wasn’t because you agreed it was the right thing to do, but because Peter promised to find you. He promised he would make you remember him, and everything would be just the way it was.

It’s been months since then and Peter hasn’t don’t anything more than simple interactions. He’d find you when you were at a coffee shop or doing some grocery shopping. You still lived out in the middle of nowhere so ‘accidently’ running into you was harder than stalking Ned and MJ.

You knew it would be difficult for him to try to restart the relationship with you. You knew it would be hard for him to make the first move, but you wanted him too. You needed him to do it.

Peter fought to get the two of you dating again after the blip, he didn’t give up on you. He wore you down until the two of you were back together as if you were never apart. Now you wanted him to do it again. You wanted him to keep his promise but the longer it took the more impatient you became.

Soon Peter is going to leave for college. You knew if he left without trying to get you two back together then you’d lose him for good. As much as you wanted him to step up you weren’t willing to wait so long that you never got him back.

“Do you need help carrying anything?” Peter asks, coming up beside you. You glance at him and offer him a smile. The two of you have had smaller interactions but nothing that lasted long or went beyond pleasantries.

“Sure,” You agreed letting him take most of the bags. Normally you liked to show off for him, but you were giving him a chance to impress you. Should you feel bad for slightly manipulating him? Nah.

A small conversation sparked up but still it was nothing compared to how you both used to talk. There was still that wall between you both. When you reached your car, and the bas were inside he hesitated to do anything more.

“Well, I’ll see you around,” Peter muttered awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“See ya, Pete,” You nodded with a small smirk as you slipped into the car.

“What?” Peter asked knowing damn well he’s never given you, his name.

You don’t respond, slipping into your car and driving back home. You had to give him a reason to come see you and his curiosity would eat at him. 

It took a couple of days but eventually you saw Peter walking down your driveway as you cleaned up outside.

“You said my name,” Peter says, shoving his hands into his pockets as he stares into your eyes. He looks so desperate. You could tell, in this moment, how much of a tole everything has taken on him. The loneliness couldn’t have been easy to deal with.

A part of you wanted to mess with him a little bit. Serves him right for not following through with his promise. However, seeing him standing in front of you confused and desperate made you think better of it.

You set your cleaning shit down and took your shirt off. Peter’s eyes instantly fall on your ribcage. His eyes go wide, and he closes the distance in a couple of steps.

“What is this?” Peter whispers, frowning his eyebrows. His hand hesitantly reaches out for the marking you carved into yourself.

“I know you, Peter,” you say, softly. His eyes return to yours. “I saw your self-sacrificing move from miles away. I couldn’t let you do it, not alone. So, I broke into Strange’s home or whatever that witchy place is and looked around. Didn’t really understand half of what I was seeing but when I found the spell, I thought Strange had tried to use I carved the rune of the counter spell into myself hoping it would be enough to leave me out of it,”

“Of course, you did,” Peter laughed, his fingers brushing along the raised bumps on your skin. “Do you realize how dangerous that was? Doing that could have done more harm than good,” He scolds but looks far from angry.

“Remember what I said on the plane a while back? I’m not the good guy you knew me as, Pete. I’m selfish and I want to live in a world where I have you, not one where I don’t. You can be mad all-” 

Peter launches into your arms, kissing you passionately. You pick him up, holding him against your chest before pinning him against the side of your house. Peter’s hands make a mess of your hair before roaming all over your body. He was desperate to touch all of you, to remind himself that this was real, and you knew him.

“What happened to finding me and making me remember you?” You ask, pulling from his lips. “I waited Pete,”

“I’m sorry,” Peter whispers. “I was scared you weren’t going to take me back... like when I returned from the blip...” You instantly soften.

“You never have to worry about that, sweetheart,” You whisper, resting your head against his. “I’m not letting you go again,” Peter slowly begins to smile before slowly kissing you again.

[soulkeeper801]

Stuck with U - Chou Tzuyu pt 3

(A/N: Part 1 | Part 2)

Twice’s Tzuyu x f!reader

Jihyo had never seen such a spark in Tzuyu’s eyes like the first time she spoke about you.

Neither had she seen the blush on her cheeks whenever your eyes would meet in the hallways of the company.

So seeing her lowering her head at the friendly interactions between you and Ms. Lee made her feel like she had to do something.

“Thank you for such an amazing presentation, Ms. Y/LN”, your boss said after you wrapped up the explanation for the upcoming project. “I’m pretty sure we all have ideas to chip in at the next meeting”.

You bowed, allowing him to continue. “So let’s meet again on Monday at 9am. I would like to hear everyone’s opinion regarding the concept”.

All the attendants agreed and left the room. You took a couple of minutes to pick up some files and put your laptop back in your bag. It was going to be a long weekend, working on improvements and trying to finish up the details of the title song.

“It was an amazing presentation,” Ms. Lee said. She had already packed her bag and was waiting for you to finish.

“Thank you, you did very well, too. I hope we have left an impression,” you said, smiling at her.

“I hope so, too,” she trailed off, her gaze on the floor as she still had something to say, “I was wondering…”

You looked up to find her gaze still going around.

“Would you like to meet up—”

“Y/N?” a voice coming from the door interrupted.

Both of your heads turned in that direction to find a girl standing there when she was supposed to have left several minutes ago.

“Sorry, am I interrupting?”, she asked when she realized Ms Lee was mid sentence before she appeared.

“Well, actually…” Ms. Lee answered, “I was going to ask—”

“Manager oppa said you have to come to the dorm tomorrow so we can work on the improvement ideas together”.

You raised your eyebrows at the sudden information.

“Oh,” you replied. “Thanks for letting me know, Jihyo,” you took your phone out, “I hadn’t received a text or anything about it so I thought I was supposed to work on that by myself”.

“I also thought we were supposed to work by ourselves,” Ms Lee commented, a bit flustered. “Are you free on Sunday?” she asked you, ignoring the girl who was still at the door.

“We’ll probably take the whole weekend, since there are 9 of us and we all have ideas to be taken into consideration”.

Ms. Lee frowned.

“It's fine. I will come tomorrow morning to your place,” you answered Jihyo before turning to Ms. Lee. “Can we leave it for another day?”, you asked with a polite smile on your face.

“Yes, sure”, she said, before heading out.

“Give me your number so I can text you the address,” she said, giving you her phone so you would save your number.

You nodded and did as she told you.

But your mind couldn’t stop thinking that you would finally have a chance to talk to Tzuyu again.

--

“You gotta text her!” Jihyo said for the third time.

Tzuyu was sitting on the floor of the living room, her heart beating faster each time she picked up her phone to type.

“But she gave her number to you, wouldn’t it be too obvious?”, she whined.

“Oh wow,” Chaeyoung said in disbelief, “you really like her”.

"She does! You should have seen her when they first met, Tzuyu looked like a tomato!"

The statement pulled a giggle out of the girls while Tzuyu smiled shyly, covering her face with her hands.

“What do you like about her?” Mina asked, taking a seat on the floor next to her.

Eight girls stared at her expectantly. 

“Well…” she trailed off, reminiscing about your first encounter. “The first time we met, she showed me a picture of her when she was a kid and told me how she decided to get into music”.

Big smiles were forming on the girls’ faces. Tzuyu continued talking about how passionate you seemed and how everyone in the company would confirm it with their praises to you. She also mentioned how you would always look at each other from afar but would never make the first move.

“So I don’t know, maybe this is a one-sided thing. What if she only sees me as a co-worker?”

“That’s why you gotta text her!” Jihyo repeated for the nth time. “You won’t know if she doesn’t come here and you talk to her”.

Tzuyu sighed and tried to calm herself.

Hi, Y/N. This is the address. See you tomorrow. Tzuyu.

“Does that sound okay?”

Everyone shook their heads.

“Sounds like you don’t care,” Sana said. “Try Can’t wait to see you~”

“Isn’t that a little bit too much?” Tzuyu hesitated.

“Isn’t it true though?” Chaeyoung replied.

Tzuyu smiled. It was true.

“Alright, I sent it,” she said, leaving the phone on the coffee table facing downwards.

A minute passed.

Ding.

“Oh my God,” Nayeon squealed, hitting Jeongyeon on the arm repeatedly. “What did she say?!”

Tzuyu opened the text and read out loud.

Hi Tzuyu. Thanks for the address. Looking forward to seeing you too :)

“She put a smiling face at the end,” Tzuyu said, a slight blush appearing on her face.

The girls couldn’t help but shriek in excitement for her.

--

As you parked your car in front of the address Tzuyu sent, you couldn't help but let a huge sigh out. 

That morning you opened your eyes even before the alarm went off because even if you didn’t want to admit it, you were nervous.

Making your way towards their door, you tried to convince yourself that it was a work meeting, nothing more than colleagues getting together to talk about the project.

Knock, knock.

Unconsciously, you grabbed your bag tighter, gulping as your heard steps coming towards the door. 

What was wrong with you? It was only a work meeting. Meeting with co-workers. No need to be—

“Hi, Y/N”.

Your mind went blank.

The prettiest girl in the world was standing right there looking at you with those eyes that could make you lose yourself.

“Hi, Tzuyu,” you answered, after a couple of seconds. “You look so pretty today”.

This is what happens when you don’t mentally prepare yourself.

What’s inside your mind isn’t supposed to come out as freely.

Nayeon and Jihyo, who were standing behind Tzuyu, tried to suppress their smiles before heading back inside hurriedly.

“Thank you,” Tzuyu replied, still with a smile on her face. “Come in,” she said, letting you into their apartment.

Pull yourself together, you scolded yourself mentally, before nodding and stepping in.

-

Part 4 final

[damiano-mylove]

How you met them and what dating the members of Måneskin would be like

GN!reader, slight NSFW for Damiano *Masterlist*

Vic

You'd definitely meet Vic at the grocery store

She goes grocery shopping every Saturday at 10 am, and you don't know that because you're creepy, you know that because you do as well (being an adult and such)

Over time, you'd both start to notice seeing each other at the same times and places

Vic would eventually come over, after having traded more than a dozen looks with you

At first, she would give you a random complement (that made your heart soar for reasons unbeknownst to you at the time), and you would immediately compliment her back because there are so many things to complement about the unknown girl at the shops

Those random complements would soon turn into full blown conversations that you both looked forward to, every Saturday at 10 am

Conversations turned into doing your grocery shopping together

Vic would ask you to lunch after one of your grocery shopping adventures, which you gladly accepted given the beautiful woman had stolen your heart at first glance

Lunch would go absolutely swimmingly, and it became the new thing

Your relationship with Vic would evolve from doing your grocery shopping together, then having lunch, to basically spending every Saturday together, then seeing each other other days of the week

One night, having drinks at Vic's place, just the two of you, Vic would join your lips together in a sweet harmony that felt all too right

You brushed off the night as drunken kissing

But she held you hand at lunch that following Saturday, and asked to kiss you before you parted ways

The conversation was bound to happen, and it did. After that, you and Vic were officially an item

She introduced you to her friends, and you did the same - your group loving Vic, and her's loving you

Dating Vic would be full of gentle love bites on your tender neck, fruity red wine, painting your nails matching colours, and late nights

On those late nights, Vic would hold you close, a film playing softly in the back, while her attention laid on you

You, her person, her rock. You made Vic's heart go ablaze and she wouldn't trade you for the world

Nor would you for her

Thomas

Thomas gives off strong Boy-Next-Door vibes

One day, your interest was sparked by moving vans outside your window - someone was moving into the flat above you

It was a very loud day (furniture scraping the floors, heavy boxes being dropped, many feet with much too heavy footsteps) but you were baking

You had a function to attend to the following day, so your day was already planned as a day for baking your famous biscuits that literally everyone loved

Ingredients may have a price tag, but kindness does not. Once all the noise subsided, you brought a plate of cookies up to your new neighbour (hoping to at least buy their friendship so they wouldn't annoy you constantly)

When Thomas opened the door, your stomach immediately turned to static

He looked a little tired, no doubt from freshly moving in, but his beauty was still breathtaking

Thomas smiled at you sweetly and thanked you profusely for the biscuits - he told you about how his grandmother made the same type and he loved them

The next day, right after you'd come back from your function, Thomas brought you back the plate with a bashful smile - 'The biscuits were divine, better than grandmama's'

You giggled at his statement, then invited him in for tea and to finish off the biscuits that were "left over" (you'd actually saved them for yourself, but there was no one else you'd rather share them with)

Happily for the both of you, Thomas accepted the invitation, and he stayed in your flat, drinking tea with you and eating biscuits, till the wee hours of the next day

You and Thomas shared smiles from your balconies and the street below, but when you'd be walking the stairs together, it always turned into an invitation for a drink, or to watch a game, or just a chat

About a month and a half of friendship, Thomas asked you to the cinema

You gladly went with him

In the middle of the film, your hands bumped together, both reaching for the popcorn on your lap - resulting in heated faces and looking away

Thomas walked you back to your flat that night, leaving you with a kiss on the cheek and legs made of jelly

That next day, Thomas asked you to dinner

'Is this a date or just a hang out?'

'It can be whatever you'd like.'

To no one's surprise, you chose the former option

You never officially confirmed your dating status, but you'd figure Thomas introducing you to his family as his partner was confirmation enough

Dating Thomas would include him singing you mellow songs in the evenings, longing glances shared across rooms, lots of tea at all hours of the day, and extremely stupid jokes that turned sickeningly sweet

Those jokes would occupy your mind for days on end, cherishing every single joke shared

Ethan

As cliche as it sounds, you'd meet in a bar

There was a game on between Lazio and Milan - and you both were dragged there by your friends

People clamored around the bar and television screens, screaming and yelling, and everyone decked out in jerseys (the Lazio jerseys outnumbered the Milan jerseys 3:1)

Funnily enough, you met Ethan in the corridor for the toilets

'With a line this long, I might as well piss outside'

For a first impression, Ethan really did make an impression. One that made you laugh and his cheeks tint red at the knowledge that someone heard him say that

It sparked a conversation while you both waited in the long lines

You discovered that neither of you held too much of a love of football, which absolutely tickled you that someone was in the same boat as you

Ethan waited outside the washroom for you, then suggested you both go outside for a smoke

With a drunken smile (the only way to get through a football match is to drink, lets be real), you agreed and told the friends you came with where you'd be disappearing to

Outside, you and Ethan shared three fags each and lots of laughter and conversation

Surprisingly to Ethan's friends, when everyone came pouring out of the bar after the game finished, Ethan had you pressed against the wall in a heated kiss

While being the most shy member of the band, Ethan reacted the most prominently to liquid courage, which you were more than okay with

You traded information, and the next day, you woke up to a sweet text from Ethan, asking you to a cafe to get to know each other in a sober environment

No complaints, you went

Ethan was just as funny as he was last night, and neither of you stopped smiling the entire time you were together

You saw each other quite often after that; sharing the occasional kiss, but full of laughter and stupid faces in silent moments

Eventually, you got brave and asked for Ethan to be your boyfriend

His face and ears went bright red, and he immediately looked to his slender fingers, chuckling nervously - but he happily agreed

Dating Ethan would include a hell of a lot of cuddles, lots of reassurance, few kisses but very meaningful kisses, and more laughter than you've ever shared with anyone else

Ethan will make you one of the happiest people on Earth, and in exchange, he is the happiest, just to have you in his arms in the mornings (even if you drool on him in your sleep)

Damiano

Without a doubt, you'd meet Damiano at a bar

There wouldn't be a game one, it was just a Friday night, and you felt like cutting loose with your idiot friends, whom you very much loved

Damiano would spot you immediately

You, of course, had already spotted him, but your friends were drooling over him, and every single person in the bar was as well, so you just put him out of your mind

That is, until he swaggered right up to you while you were grabbing drinks for your friends who were all on the dance floor

His expensive scent intoxicated you better than any booze behind the bar, making your skin tingle immediately. Damiano radiated heat, but that could've just been how warm it was in the bar from all the people

As the bartender was mixing your drinks, Damiano asked you your name

'A beautiful name for a beautiful person'

You thought he was just looking for a one-night stand, which you were actually quite down for

However, the night was still young, and you still had drinks to deliver to your friends, so you thanked him for the compliment and sauntered off to your friends with the drinks in hand

They called you a myriad of names for you basically turning Damiano down to do what? To dance with people you'd known for years?

Fortunately, walking off hadn't deterred Damiano

His eyes were on you for the entire night, until you built enough nerve to approach him

It didn't take too long for him to offer to bring you back to his place - you didn't need more than a second to accept

That night didn't lead to sex, however. Damiano thought you to be drunk to give him any meaningful consent, so he just left you to sleep in his bed, while he took the couch

When you woke up, you wrote your number with the lipstick in your purse on his bathroom mirror, and you left without a sound to wake him up

He called you that same day and invited you to the bar again

The entire weekend was spent going to the bar, sleeping either with or at Damiano's, which suited you just fine

Unfortunately, you had an actual job that required you to go to work, so when he invited you out on Sunday, you had to decline, then again on Monday

Tuesday, however, you invited him to your place for a couple drinks and you ended up falling asleep on his shoulder on the couch

Damiano woke up with you for your job and stayed with you as you got ready that morning, smiling at you through the mirror of your bathroom

Soon enough, your nightly encounters turned into real dates that changed location and theme constantly

Damiano was spontaneous and you loved it

He'd call you the cutest pet names under the sun, and bring you everywhere you were willing to go with him

Damiano never called you his partner; you were his lover

When you'd be alone, he always referred to you as 'Y/n, the light of my life, the only flower in my field, the cream in my jeans'

Made you blush like mad, but that was Damiano's favourite part

Dating Damiano would include doing each other's eyeliner, lots of PDA, reading side by side on the couch with a record playing softly, never falling asleep alone

Sleeping beside Damiano was like sleeping next to a furnace, so blankets were never needed, but cuddling was required

if it sucks, y’all gotta tell me😩🙏

for @fairyth0rns , i hope you like it

[ryosmne]

Three brats??

Dad!Sukuna x f!reader

So this is basically a comfort fic, featuring dad! Sukuna because the brainrot was too much. Ok so, the reader and Sukuna have a son together, yes their son is Yuuji, I know this is usually the single father Sukuna trope, but I wanted to give it a go, feedback is always appreciated. Thanks for brainrotting with me @likeab-o-s-s cause this is the reason this exists. That's all from me enjoy reading.

Warnings: none really, just family, heartwarming fluff.

The air was crisp and fresh, unusually refreshing for the beginning of summer. Parents were already gathered outside the daycare, Yuuji, y/n's and Sukuna's son attended, patiently waiting for their kids to run in their arms again.

Sukuna arrived a couple of minutes before the final bell on his motorcycle, he took off his helmet, leaned back on his bike and waited for the familiar little pink head of hair to come wobling to him.

The three mothers next to him, scooted a bit closer to him to get a better look nothing he's unfamiliar with and no one can blame them, Sukuna is a sight for sore eyes. Leather jacket with the sleeves rolled up, extenuating his board shoulders, exposing his tattoo covered skin, v neck white t shirt, allowing his toned chest and even more of his tattoos to show and a simple black pair of pants hugging his muscular thighs in the best of ways.

In the past some of the bolder ones had mustered the courage and asked him if he was a single father since they had never seen his son's mother, but with a laugh Sukuna brushed them off telling them how his lovely wife was a working parent and her schedule just didn't match the daycares. Maybe the very unconventional wedding rings they got weren't the best idea in this situation, even though they were extremely beautiful and unique.

"I really admire the work you put in the little guy" Sukuna's gaze met a woman who attempted to strike a conversation, oblivious to what she had meant by her statement he replied, maybe these three minutes would pass faster talking about normal things and not stressing about work.

"Don't we all put work on our kids?" He spoke calmly with a slight smile that he always wore when talking about Yuuji.

"Yeah, we do, but it still must be hard I can't imagine what you're going through" Sukuna's mind went to the worst scenario. Was Yuuji a trouble maker at school? He is a very well behaved child, both him and y/n made sure to teach him proper manners and how to be polite, that couldn't be it right?

The bell rung, and kids made their way out of the daycare, Yuuji in the blink of an eye was hugging his father's leg, exited to see him after the hours he was gone. In a swift motion Sukuna put Yuuji's little backpack on his own back and scooped the boy up in his arm.

"Yuuji's a pretty good kid, hes never been difficult" Sukuna smilled again resuming in the short conversation with the woman next to him. "Single father's like you don't get the credit they deserve". She spoke again smiling sadly down to the little pink haired boy who seemed too fixated on the earrings his father was wearing.

Sukuna finally understanding what this whole thing was about, chuckled, this had happened before after all, he should've known.

"I'm not a single parent, speaking of that your mom said she has a big surprise for you after dinner" he said directing his attention to his son again, the woman next to him quickly fumbled an apology for missundertanding, to which Sukuna replied to with a simple 'dont worry about it'. He placed Yuuji on his bike, put on both his and his boys helmet and drove off.

Y/n was still stuck at work, thankfully her husband would cook dinner tonight cause overtime was killing both her and her mood, good thing she finally had a day off tomorrow.

Y/n checked her phone to see how close she was to going home only to find a text that Yuuji's teacher had send her that was obviously meant for her husband.

Hello Mr Itadori, this is Mrs Laura from the day care. I was wondering if you wanted to get launch with me after school tomorrow, you can bring little Yuuji too, I'm awaiting your response, have a nice night.

What the hell was that? Well y/n's number was in Yuuji's contact information, she chuckled at the words displayed on her screen but she couldn't really blame the teach, Sukuna was a walking temptation, she knew that first hand, hell she fell head over heels for the dangerous looking guy who hid a heart of gold under his hard exterior, but the teacher could at least check who the number belonged to.

Y/n run her last errands and made sure to pick up Yuuji's surprise before heading home, she even tipped Sukuna off so their son wouldn't know what hit him.

Y/n made her way inside the family house, tossing her keys somewhere on the living room couch.

Yuuji immediately after hearing her car in the driveway came rushing down the stairs, jumping around her like he always did when she came home.

"Mom, mom you're home." The happiness was evident in the boys face, his smile was wide when y/n dropped to his level to pick him up and spin him around

"Yes I am little devil, did you give your father hell like we agreed?" She spoke in the happiest of tones with Yuuji still in her arms. Another set of arms engulfed her frame making her halt on spinning the little boy.

"So you're telling him to be a little brat now huh?" Sukuna's breath tickled the side of her neck and ear as he rested his head on her shoulder and wrapped his strong arms around her waist. "Welcome home love" he spoke again giving her jaw a ghost of a kiss.

"Daddy is the food ready" Yuuji spoke from y/n's arms, Sukuna only laughed at his son's appetite, and directed both him and y/n to the kitchen where he had already set everything up.

"Mommy, what is a single dad?" Yuuji asked in the middle of dinner in typical fashion of his, any question he had from something he heard through the day would always come up during dinner.

"Well Yuuji, single fathers are the fathers who raise their kids alone." The young boy seemed to think about his mother's words before speaking again. "So its just a daddy ?" Yuuji asked again with his eyes growing a bit sadder, his mother nodded, and Yuuji's eyes started to water.

"Baby what's wrong?" y/n asked. "Hey buddy what's going on?" Sukuna was growing quite concerned too. Yuuji burst in tears leaving his seat, climbing up his dad and hugging him tightly. Sukuna was rubbing his back to comfort the young boy and y/n's hand was stroking the kids hair in an effort to calm him down. "B-but why did that lady c-call you that, is m-mommy l-leaving?" Everything seemed to click for Sukuna, y/n was still confused but in the calmest sweetest voice said "Yuuji, baby look at me, I'm not going anywhere ok?" And the boy left his father's arms and clung on to her like his life depended on it.

Sukuna cracked a few jokes and lightened Yuuji's mood so he could enjoy the rest of his dinner, which went pretty well, he was his smiling adorable self very soon after his parents reassured him that none of them were ever leaving his side and the boy was now drawing with crayons in the living room. He seemed to have completely forgotten about the surprise his father mentioned when he picked him up.

Y/n and Sukuna were doing the dishes in the kitchen, each one talking about their day, Sukuna explained the awkward conversation he had at the daycare that sparked Yuuji's sadness, y/n took a turn in talking about how her son's teacher, basically asked Sukuna out on a date but messed up and texted her. "How about you set up a date and you show up? I mean it's you she texted right?" Sukuna joked "Babe, that's cruel" y/n chuckled at her husband's mischievous nature.

"So you've got everything ready?" Sukuna asked. "yeah who'll bring him over?"

"You do it I'll keep Yuuji busy."

Sukuna joined Yuuji on the couch. "What are you drawing little brat?" Y/n heard him ask their boy in the usual sweet tone he had with him. She made her way down the basement, where she kept the surprise since she came home. Yuuji was going to love this, Sukuna was too, she knew she was already in love as well.

Y/n climbed the stairs quickly, and snuck up behind her son, who was occupied by his dad, she gently tapped the boys shoulder.

"A PUPPY" Yuuji announced exited making sure his voice was still soft not to scare the eager dog that his mom brought to his arms. Yuuji gently held the puppy that was licking his face as he was in a fit of laughter and excitement. Sukuna was as exited as his son and y/n had a huge smile on her face too. Their son had begged and begged for a dog ever since his best friend, Megumi got a black German shepherd puppy. Of course y/n and Sukuna wanted to comply to Yuuji's request right away, but they took time to teach little Yuuji everything there was about the responsibility of owning a dog. They took him to dog cafes and shelters, so he would be the perfect little dog owner, they taught him patience and responsibility beforehand. Sukuna visited the local shelter and decided with y/n on a white Shepard puppy that Yuuji always pointed out in your visits because 'he looks like Megumi's puppy they can be friends like we are' who can say no to that little adorable devil?

The puppy momentarily left Yuuji's arms to lick Sukuna's face. "Now we've got two little brats and a big one in our house." He laughed, enjoying the moment.

Y/n was admiring her son and husband as well as the newest member of the family with a smile plastered wide on her face, life was indeed beautiful.

The next day, both Sukuna and y/n were waiting for Yuuji to finish school, since y/n had the day off. Sukuna had his arm protectively around her because this time, others were staring at what was his, but he was proud to show her off to everyone, even in a place as mundane as his son's daycare.