#doesn’t excuse any of the crap he did like AT ALL but I do think there’s a good story there

[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

Clone wars headcanons that took me forever to edit

I feel like my last couple of headcanons have been mushy so I’ve decided to write some shit Ahsoka and Anakin do that piss each other off 

Ahsoka bites the skin around her nails all the time and most of the time she won't stop till they’re bleeding 

Anakin’s tried literally everything in the book to get her to stop 

He tried putting spices on her hands forgetting that she likes spicy food, he’s tried painting her nails (like that’ll do anything) but she keeps picking the paint off, now he just uses the force to remove them from her mouth 

That’s gotten a few growls from her but at least it makes her aware she’s doing it but it doesn’t stop her from bitting them a couple of seconds later

Honestly he’s given up and just sits in silence while she complains about the pain

Anakin paces whenever he’s even slightly nervous and she can tell how nervous he is depending on how fast he moves 

If he’s just kinda anxious he moves pretty slow but if he’s like one shirt caught on a door handle away from a panic attack he’s teleporting 

When Padme told him he was gonna be a dad he was ecstatic for about 24 hours but after that some invisible timer went off in his head he booked it to Ahsoka’s house (she lives down the street cause of course she does)

Walked into her room and woke her poor sleepy butt up with all his pacing 

Girl swears to this day he broke the damn sound barrier with how fast he was moving 

She just wordlessly sat up and patted her bed cause she knew she wasn’t gonna get any sleep until he did 

She sat by him and listened as he rattled off all his worries and only really stepped in when the darker thoughts surfaced when it was all said and done she turned to him and said “Now let me kriffing sleep” 

Should he have probably left the room yeah but he got a total of 30 minutes of “sleep” that night so it’s not surprising that he knocked the fuck out of

Padme was a little bit alarmed to wake up without Anakin but was quickly soothed when she read Ahsoka’s message “Your nerf herders with me” 

She knew the pregnancy would dredge up some unhappy feelings and she also knew Anakin can’t think clearly if he doesn’t have Ahsoka to sort through the bullshit in his head 

She just got ready for brunch with her two favorite people and smiled cause she knew Obi-Wan and Rex would join them for dinner with or without an invitation 

When Anakin and Ahsoka were living together they would kick each other out of their own bathrooms 

Why? Well Ahsoka said Anakin’s had better lighting and water pressure and Anakin would do it to spite Ahsoka because he knew it would piss her off  

Slowly but surely their stuff gets moved into each other's bathrooms and it’s a weird amalgamation of crap 

Also when they were living together Anakin would ask Ahsoka if she was hungry before cooking and she’d often say no because she didn’t want to impose but his cooking always looked and smelled good 

So half the time girl would just end up eating some of his food when she thought he wasn’t looking 

At first he was like “Snips you said you weren’t hungry” to which she would respond “Yeah I wasn’t hungry then but I am now” after that he starts making more food on instinct cause damn that girl can eat 

Anakin gets back at her pretty easily tho by taking the first bite of her food whenever they go out to eat his excuse is that he’s “making sure it’s not poisoned” he never does this to Padme cause he respects her too damn much 

And he can’t use that trick on Obi-Wan and Rex cause the former taught him the trick and the latter has a bullshit detecter built-in 

Both Anakin and Ahsoka pull that trick on the twins tho (which gets them a quick scolding from Padme) 

Speaking of the twins it’s not surprising that as they grow up they realize that their auntie isn’t human so of course like any normal child they have questions and Anakin being the little shit that he is spots an opportunity for some laughs 

So he turns to the twins all serious-like and goes “Well my loves we actually found your auntie in a dumpster we have no idea where she came from” the twins are distraught and go to the nearest adult who just so happens to be their uncle Rex 

And Rex also being a little shit backs up Anakin’s story with so much sincerity that even Anakin believed it a little bit 

The twins being the angels they are apologize to their auntie for her terrible origin story with tears in their eyes and her reaction more than made up for the swift ass-kicking the boys got  

When Anakin was taller than Ahsoka he made her life hell by making fun of her every time something was even slightly out of her reach

He would make a big deal about grabbing it for her while commenting about how the temple’s architecture wasn’t made with the “young ones” in mind 

Obi-Wan has turned multiple blind eyes when Ahsoka socked the shit out of his arms when he tells one too many jokes some days

When she finally grows taller than him she makes the biggest deal about it and no one can blame her 

While Anakin is the pilot Ahsoka is easily the navigator she often jokes that Anakin wouldn’t find his way out of bed without help 

Which is funny cause he often acts like a herding dog with her putting his hand on her back or holding her arm to guide her 

But he’s wrong 9/10 times so it’s not uncommon to see Anakin guiding her in one direction and then see him get dragged in the opposite direction a couple of minutes later  

[kartsie]

Todd brain rot (and Sheila too I guess)

[empress-simps]

Line That Leads To You

Pairing: Sirius Black x Fem! Reader AU: Soulmate AU CW: Language, Genre: Angst with a happy ending (don't worry guys) Summary: You make Sirius realize that having a soulmate isn’t all that bad— that he too, will have his happily ever after.

Note: One of my favorite tropes to write, soulmate AUs! Sirius just needs love and affirmation. I love writing for this! Enjoy! Picture is from pinterest, credits to the owner!

You know, Sirius never really believed in those pesky soulmates stuff. It irks him to no end, and makes his head hurt.

The topic makes him snappy, bitter, and it leaves him feeling angry. To whom? The world— the one who’s responsible for everything that has to do with soulmates. He thinks it is a bunch of bollocks. It’s a pathetic little concept that everyone seems to be too invested in.

Sirius would be very much happy to tell you it doesn’t really end with a happily-ever-after.

“I’m telling you, Prongs. It’s just a bunch of crap.” Sirius tells James one time at the drawing room in the Potter Manor. James shakes his head, disagreeing with his best mate.

“It isn’t always like Walburga and Orion, Pads.” James gently tells him, eyes swimming with empathy for Sirius. “Just look at me, Lily and I are together, finally.” Sirius can’t help but scoff, shaking his head in a disagreeing manner.

“That’s because you were already pathetically in love with her before you even knew she was the one, Prongs. Same thing for Lily, but she was quite stubborn trying to deny what she felt about you. You guys are actually made for each other.” James lets out a laugh, the memories resurfacing making a love-struck smile appear on his face (Sirius gave him a disgusted look)

“That’s what soulmates are, Pads. You’re supposed to complete each other, balance the other person out” He pursed his lips and sighed, there’s no way Prongs could understand his opinion on the matter.

Complete each other, huh?

Then can someone give him a reasonable excuse on why his parents broke each other? One descended into madness; the other doesn’t really seem to care as long as the noble house of Black lineage will continue.

Sirius bites his bottom lip, deep in thought as he stares at his pinky, willing the connection to be seen; a red string that was tied into a bow that leads to Merlin-knows-where. It serves as a connection; the string that he and only his soulmate can see whenever they want. He tugs on it curiously, awaiting any reaction with bated breath. He almost scrambled away when he felt the other end also tug it. Sirius was utterly terrified, a shiver crawled up to his system, it’s foreign feeling for the Black’s eldest son. It made everything feel too real. A fact that he desperately tries to deny.

That night, before they returned to Hogwarts as sixth year students was the last time he ever willed to see the annoying little string in his pinky, not caring if his supposed other half was finding him or already found him.

Maybe it had to do with his twisted upbringing. He saw how his father cut the string tying him to their mother, the purple string that bound them together turning gray and withering away.

He saw how Regulus flinched, no one should’ve seen a scene like that, but they did. Someone severing their connection to someone who should’ve been with them through better or for worse, the one that fate intended for them. Their life got worse just after that, forcing him to flee and leave his younger brother behind at the deranged hands of Walburga Black.

“You should eat more, Reggie.” You turned towards the quiet and reserved Slytherin, pushing his plate closer to him, which made him wince. “I am quite full.” You raised a brow “None sense, all you did was sip pumpkin juice so you better do as I say or I’ll tell Evan and Junior.”

“Do you know that you boss people around quite well?” He grumbles, shoving a few spoonsful of dinner in his mouth as you hummed in approval, cracking a small smile. “I was told.” Your eyes flickered to the Gryffindor table, it seemed to gravitate you, pulling you in.

Looking down at your pinky, you willed the string to be visible to you. Seeing the red string attached to Sirius Black made your stomach churn; was it butterflies? Unease? You don’t particularly know, having mixed reactions to the string that leads to your other half.

You’ve known for over a year now, keeping it to yourself as you quickly figured out that he wants nothing to do with his soulmate.

“Reggie! Reggie!”

You exclaimed, slapping the poor boy’s arm as he was currently staying in the L/n Manor. He looked in your direction, quite annoyed, he was interrupted reading his book. “I’m reading, Y/n. You know, you should too. It’ll do you some good.” He sassed, trying to find which part he stopped reading. “My soulmate! They tugged the string!” You gushed, “They must be looking for me too, right?” You asked no one in particular, you can still feel the tingles you felt, how your heartbeat picked up, and how you felt like you were in could nine.

Quite the opposite from what Sirius felt, huh?

You never told him, never planned to. It was quite clear what his views are on the concept of soulmates when you saw him snogging different girls every week. It wrecked you; you swore you felt your heart stop beating every time you see him loving a girl other than you even just for a week. It sounds stupid and all, but you would give up everything just to know what it feels like; how he will look at you with love and adoration in his eyes, how his touch and kisses would linger on your body, and how his voice would sound like as his breath fans in your ear, whispering promises of love.

You looked at him from the Slytherin table; so close yet so far.

Regulus noticed, the all too familiar broken look in your face. His heart hurts for you, even if you do not tell him, he already knows. Seeing his brother’s indifference, Regulus’s gaze hardened. How could he have the guts to do this to his soulmate?

The memory of their mother's despair, the way she withered away after their father severed the bond, was etched into his mind. Regulus does not wish for anyone to feel that way, he does not wish upon it even in his worst enemies.

It was a pain no one should endure, a lesson that should have been learned.

Yet there sat his brother, laughing with his friends and willfully ignoring the pulls of his heart. The person who held the other end of this unseen tether, was beside Regulus. Your soul ached as you watched your soulmate. It was a betrayal of the heart's deepest connection, and it stirred a tempest of fury within Regulus that he struggled to contain.

“My brother is foolish. Eat.” He states, pushing your food and placing the cornbread on his plate to yours. She cracks a smile, chuckling. “Alright, Reggie. You’re lucky I love you.” You pat his curls, proceeding to eat the bread, smiling a little. Reggie never really shares his food with anyone, except for you. You’re the only exception.

“Padfoot.” Remus starts, looking out of the window as Sirius lays down lazily in his bed, looking at nothing.

“What, Moons?”

“If I say that I have an inkling on who your soulmate is, would you… look for them?” Remus asked cautiously. Peter and James perked up, eyes wide with shock. How could Remus possibly guess who his soulmate is? Unless… They’re also in Hogwarts?

“Don’t start with that crap, Moony.” Sirius sat up; a scowl displayed in his features as his grey eyes turned stormy.

“Don’t you even feel the slightest amount of guilt in your system as you snog other girls?” Remus frowned.

Sirius’s scowl deepened, his hands clenching into fists. “Guilt? For what, Moony? For not wanting to be chained down by some ancient magic?” His voice was a low growl, barely containing the emotions that surged within him. “I won’t be dictated by fate. I make my own choices, and I refuse to be bound by a bond I never asked for.”

Remus’s expression softened, the lines of concern etching deeper into his face. “It’s not about being chained, Pads. It’s about finding someone who complements you, who understands you in ways no one else can.” He paused, his gaze steady and piercing. “You’ve seen what happens when that bond is severed. You’ve seen the pain it causes. Is that what you want for yourself? For your soulmate who’s probably hurting somewhere?”

Sirius looks down, biting his lip and playing with the rings on his fingers. “I don’t plan on severing our bond, Moons- “

“Then what the fuck are you doing?” Remus spat, Sirius flinched, looking at anything but them. He knew deep down that Remus was right. He can’t deny he also wants to look for his soulmate. The only thing that was holding him back is that he’s scared. What if your story would end similarly like how Walburga and Orion’s did? Dread fills his system as he reflects on how he slowly realized he’s becoming like his father. Peter and James exchanged a glance, the weight of the conversation settling heavily upon them.

“I’m scared,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “Scared of finding her… Scared of repeating the same mistakes.” He paused, his gaze lifting to meet Remus’s. “But you’re right. I can’t keep running from this. It’s not fair to them, and it’s not fair to me.”

James offered a supportive smile, feeling happy for his friend. Sirius stood up, his posture straightening as if shedding the weight of his fears. “I’ll do it. I’ll find her,” he declared, his voice steady. “I owe it to both of us to at least try.”

“That’s our Padfoot.” Remus breathes a sigh of relief as Peter nods encouragingly at Sirius.

The next daylight soon came. Sirius gulps, looking around the great hall, feeling quite overwhelmed at the number of students entering for breakfast, eating, or chatting amongst themselves. For the first time in a long time, he willed the red string of fate to reappear within his vision.

Ah, there it was. The red string connected to someone from the Slytherin table. Sirius felt his heart drop, seeing the end of the string connected to your pinky. “Y/n?” The name left his lips in a hushed awe, his heart skipping a beat as he saw the string connected to your pinky. You, who laughed with such ease beside Regulus, were the missing piece.

Whether it was some brotherly instinct, Regulus looked at him, shooting him a warning stare as if to say: ‘If you hurt her, you’ll never see the light of day ever again.’

Remus raised his eyebrows in surprise, knowing eyes set on his friend. “Found her, Pads?”

“Yeah. Found her, Moony.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” James chimed in, a grin spreading across his face as Peter silently cheers him on. “Go on, before you lose your nerve.”

Sirius took a deep breath, trying to shake off the weight of Regulus’s protective stare. It was a silent challenge, a vow to keep your heart safe from his brother. With a nod of acknowledgment, Sirius stepped forward, crossing the small distance between the Gryffindor table and Slytherin.

“Y/n,” he said, standing before you, the red string pulsing with a life of its own.

You stilled, slowly looking in his direction. Eyes wide with surprise, searched his for a moment before softening. “I was wondering when you’d come around,” you teared up, making Sirius’ heart ache.

Sirius extended his hand, the red string wrapping around both your destinies. “Let’s talk, yeah?”

And in that moment, as your fingers intertwined, Sirius knew that whatever the future held, he had made the right choice. For in finding you, he had found a new path that began to unravel, one filled with hope and courage. The buzz of Great Hall continued, but both of them felt time still, feeling the bond weave into their souls deeper.

Sirius’s and Y/n’s story had its flaws, but it was theirs, uniquely woven by the red strings of fate.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

No Such Thing As Monsters

Summary: Dean is injured on a hunt and at first glance, appears to be fine. Quickly though, the reader and Sam learn something far more serious is going on...

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,200ish

Warnings: language, injury

“Dean,” you said, shaking on his shoulder, his eyes flashing open, fist tightening around his angel blade. “You’re okay. Sam took care of the ghoul. How’re you doing?”

“I feel like I just went through a wall,” he said, shakily getting to his feet, cocking his head at the damaged sheetrock in front of him. “Looks like I did.”

“You sure you okay?” you asked, his head nodding. “Sam’s driving us home, just in case.”

“No arguments from me,” he said, giving Sam a nod when he showed up, following his brother the few blocks over to where you’d parked Baby. Dean grabbed the passenger door, slamming his hand on the roof.

“Dean...” said Sam. Dean scrunched up his face, placing a hand on his head. “Dean.”

“Take me to a hospital,” gritted out Dean, your eyes wide. “Now.”

“What’s wrong?” you said, shoving him in the backseat instead, climbing in beside him as Sam started gunning it for the closest one.

“My head. Something’s wrong. I don’t...just hurry.”

Eight Hours Later

Your excuse of Dean taking a hard fall worked with the doctors but you and Sam were staring at one another after finally getting to see Dean again.

“Let’s talk outside,” said the neurologist, Dean giving you a smile as you followed her out.

“What is wrong with my brother, Sally?” asked Sam the second the door to Dean’s room was shut. 

“Retrograde amnesia as far as I can tell. He remembers certain things like his name, date of birth, address when he was a child. You’re lucky I was on call tonight to take his case. Neuro patients are hard enough, especially one’s that are hunters and have to lie about everything,” she said, crossing her arms.

“Sally, amnesia...isn’t that supposed to fade after a few hours at most?” asked Sam.

“Normally,” she said, taking a deep breath. “My best guess is a combination of lasting amnesia which will be hard to recover from but we can help him...and then he’s repressing all the hunting without realizing. You guys have seen some serious crap I’m sure he’d rather forget.”

“What do you mean repressing?” you asked. 

“I mean, Dean thinks monsters are made up, creatures from stories. He doesn’t know they’re real,” she said. You raised an eyebrow, Sam shaking his head. “He doesn’t remember the ghoul, he doesn’t remember the Vamp you guys took care of for me years ago. Monsters aren’t real to him,” said Sally.

“He’s known monsters were real his whole life,” said Sam.

“Technically, since he was four, almost five,” said Sally. “There was a time when he didn’t think any of this was real so it is possible.”

“You’re telling me Dean thinks he’s five?” you said. “He’s in his thirties.”

“He doesn’t think he’s five. He just doesn’t remember certain things. Like he understands basic long term memories, who his parents are, who Sam is...more recent things he’s blocked out,” she said. “Either by choice or because he really can’t remember.”

“Does he remember me? I only started running with the guys about five years ago,” you said.

“He knows your name and that he loves you but that’s about it. The details are all fuzzy for him. Now Dean’s not exactly what I’d call a normal patient. He’ll get thrown in an institute if he starts remembering here in a hospital and God knows what’ll happen to him in there,” she said.

“What do we do then?” asked Sam, Sally sighing and grabbing a chart from the nurses station.

“He has no bleeding in his head, just a few minor cuts and bruises from his tussle. Take him home, try to get him to remember. Any problems and you guys call me. I’ll get you some materials that help sometimes,” she said.

“What if he doesn’t remember?” said Sam.

“Then he doesn’t. Either way, you need to be there for him. You guys gotta get going. The other neurologist starts his shift in an hour and he’s going to want to look at Dean if he’s still here.”

Dean was quiet on the way home, sitting in the backseat, leaning against the backdoor as he stared out the window. Sam simply went through the motions, making him dinner, sending him to bed after checking his bandages, Dean wearing a confused but happy smile the whole time. 

“Y/N,” said Sam, catching you sipping on a drink the library, stealing the bottle to pour himself some.

“What are we going to do Sam?” you asked. “He’s...”

“Do you remember when I saved you from that fire? You promised you’d do anything I wanted. Anything. I told you maybe someday I’d take you up on it. We both know I was never going to but this...I’m cashing that favor in, Y/N,” he said, taking a long swig.

“Using a spell to get his memories back might be dangerous, Sam,” you said, earning a head shake.

“I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about the fact that my big brother thinks the world is normal. The weight of it isn’t on his shoulders anymore. He’s so light and happy. You’re gonna pack up his stuff, pack up your stuff, and you’re going to take him to a little cabin that used to be Bobby’s. It’s not that far out in the boonies so you’ll have electricity and internet and then...you’re gonna help him get a job, get a job yourself and you two are going to get the hell out of this life,” he said.

“Sam that is not-”

“You’re doing this. If something comes after you, you can protect him. Try it for me. If he starts to remember on his own, come back but please, give it a try.”

Two Days Later

“I thought we lived at the bunker place?” asked Dean, sitting down at your new kitchen table, watching you whip up an easy dinner. 

“We live here now,” you said, stirring the pot, taking a deep breath. 

“What do we do now?” he asked with a smile. “Do I go to work?”

“We’ll find you a new job,” you said, Dean pursing his lips. “What is it Dean?”

“You’re not happy,” he said. “I want to fix it but I don’t remember how to do that.”

“We both have to get used to this new life,” you said, giving him a nod. “We will. I don’t want you to worry about me, Dean.”

“I love you though. Of course I worry about you,” he said with a smirk.

“You don’t even remember my birthday,” you said with a smile.

“I guess I get to learn everything I love about you all over again then,” he said. “I do know I love you. I definitely remember that.”

“I love you too Dean. Every version of you. We’ll get through this too.”

[lunaviee]

can i request where reader cant go to their match and they got angry which makes them say the word "i shouldve invite *ex's name*, she wouldve come." and reader reaction can be up to you! with rin and maybe chigiri? thank you so much and please stay hydrate! sending loves <33

OHHH MYYY GODDD ANONNN……..

the way i gasped so loud when i saw this OMGOMG

okay so, idk if you’re wanting PURE ANGST for this but like i’ll add fluff at the end anyway bc the more the merrier😇😁😁

OKAY SO UMM..i’m a procrastinator, it’s no secret. so uhh chigiris will be posted when i remember to work on it, sorry😭

“are you serious?” “you’re..kidding, right?”

chigiri hyoma and rin itoshi x reader (seperate) click here for chigiri’s

tags/warnings: angst to comfort, swearing, arguing, NOT PROOFREAD…

synopsis: if he’s so insistent on you being there to support him, why doesn’t he do the same?

a/n: i am SO SORRY this took so long </3 i got busy but this request is soo..chefs kiss i hope i did it justice😓

RIN ITOSHI—

the faint mumbles from the tv filled rin’s apartment as you made a quick snack to eat, knowing your boyfriend should be home any minute. you sat down on the couch to eat, turning the tv volume up as background noise while you looked out the window. it faced a gorgeous view of your city, along with a nice view of the sunset.

after some time, you were back in the kitchen to clean up a bit.

*click*

the jingling of keys indicated rin was home, a tad later that usual but you payed no mind to it.

“hey,” you smiled, “welcome home, how was practice?” arms wrapping around his neck as he set his bag down, taking his shoes off. his arm snaked around your waist to pull you closer to him, planting a kiss on your temple.

“eh, same as always. those lukewarm lunatics don’t know what they’re doing”

you hummed in response, rin pulling away from you to look you in the eye. he spoke again. “we have a game in a few days. you’re going, right?” it sounded more like a demand than a question.

“oh uh about that” you broke eye contact, a twinge of nervousness tainted your face. “i was given an extra shift at work so i’ll be swamped, i don’t think i’ll be able to make it, sorry”

his before softened gaze now pierced right through you, full of annoyance. “really? i thought you’d want to come to my games.” his arms left your torso and flopped to his side, lower back resting on the counter.

“i do! i always do..rin you know this, i go to your games when i can but lately i’ve just been more busy an-” you rambled.

he cut you off, “quit the excuses.”

“excuse me?” you replied, shocked at how his silver tongue was so quick to interrupt you.

“i get it. you’re busy. you don’t have to make up these half-baked excuses and try to make me feel better.” he moved from the counter, straightening his back and showing his full height, looking down on you as if you were less than him at that moment.

“excuses? rin, what the hell are you talking about? i’m being serious.” confusion swirled in your mind, what was up with him??

“you know, i never had these problems with *ex’s name*. she was always happy to come to my games. no excuses, no lies. every game, she was there. why can’t you be like that?” rin’s venom stained words singed into your brain, glints of annoyance pooled in his eyes. a twinge of guilt settled in his gut the minute those words spilled out of his mouth, but he payed no mind to it.

“what?” your eyes widened in disbelief, “are you fucking serious?”

how could he say that? sure, rin was petty and used bitter language when he was upset, but comparing you to his ex? that was a new low, even for him. after all of the crap you two talked about when mentioning both of your exes in the past, you’d assume he’d want absolutely nothing to do with her. right?

“why wouldn’t i be?” not once did his gaze leave your figure, was he serious? “she actually took my career seriously.”

you were beyond shocked, eyes narrowing as your brows knitted together. “invite her then.” you retorted. “maybe i will, maybe then i’ll have someone who actually supports me there.” he scoffed.

his words made your blood boil, eye twitching before you spoke again, “get out.” you gritted through your teeth, fingers fiddling with the hem of your (his) sweater as to not lose your cool.

“what?” he scoffed, not expecting such a response (he really should have, what was he thinking??)

“did i fucking stutter? or is your skull too thick to hear what i have to say. get. out.”

the strikers face further scrunched, yet not moving an inch. “this is my apartment. if you’re upset, then leave.” he brushed past you without a single regret as to what he had said, not entirely believing you’d actually leave, where else did you have to go?

“fine then.” you slipped your shoes on while dialing a number on your phone before slamming the door, leaving the rin to sit with his thoughts. you had much, much more to say, but the thought of having to stay in the same vicinity as you made your stomach churn.

who did you call? why, your best friend of course, who else would you trust with this information. sure, rin’s teammates weren’t bad people to open up to, but you needed someone who could understand your feelings through angry sobs and incoherent mumbles.

it was only a matter of time before you were sat on yours friends bed, angry tears burning your cheeks as you rambled on about how dumb your boyfriend was.

“break up with him” your friend mumbled, only half joking. “me personally, i wouldn’t stay with a man, nah, a BOY who brings up his ex when he’s mad..”

you lifted your head from the tear stained pillow to meet your friend’s gaze. “yeah but……ugh i hate when you’re right” your sentence ending with a laugh

“i’m kidding..kind of” she sneered “either way, screw him, ghost his ass until he comes crying at your doorstep”

“what??” you shot up from your position, now almost on top of your friend. she was faced you, a more serious expression painting her face

“seriously though, you shouldn’t have to deal with that shit [n/n], he has the be the one to apologize.” you nodded in response, good thing your friend had a bit more common sense than you did in that moment.

“yeah, you’re right, thanks”

“any time, now do you wanna stay here or are you good to go home?”

“i’ll stay here and bug you more”

“okay then” she laughed out, the two of you now laying on the bed on your backs, staring at the ceiling

• { time skip - two days later } •

the radio silence that came from rin was like torture, did he not care? not a single text or phone call, not even a message given from one of his teammates. it was hard to stay positive.

sure, he deserved the silent treatment, but he was your boyfriend. his company single-handedly made your days better. being separated because of a fight that he didn’t want to resolve was stupid.

your friend tried taking you out today to get your mind off of the situation. it was going well, up until you walked into your favorite cafe.

you were met with a face you were too familiar with. rin’s. his eyes widened in disbelief and he twitched, almost as if he was about to run after you. and so you and your friend took one good look at him and immediately left. if the argument was going to be resolved, it wasn’t going to be in a public cafe.

your friend pushed you by the shoulders as you both shuffled out of the doors, you pulling out your phone to find another place to go to at the same time.

“shit.” was the only thing that rin had managed to mutter out as he saw the two of you running away from the cafe. it’s not that he wanted to avoid you. it’s that he was ashamed. he was scared that nothing he would say would amount to enough of an apology for what he said.

rin was scared that this was the end of you two. his worst fears of losing the one person he knew loved and understood him were coming true and is was his fault. the past few days were filled with doubt and regret, his teammates even noticing his practices were depleting.

the rest of the day came and went, your friend dropped you off back at your apartment where you collapsed on the couch, left with your thoughts once again. you were about to just pass out on your couch and ditch work the next morning, like you have been for the past few days.

that was until you heard a frantic knock on your door, jolting you awake. your worried expression dropped to one of annoyance and bitterness; it was rin. but, he looked different. his usually blank expression was now one of exhaustion and hurt.

he’d been..crying?

your eyes widened in confusion, you opened your mouth to tell him to leave before he cut you off.

“i’m sorry” he blurted out

he was looking down to you, except it was much different than before. rin looked desperate, his eye contact only further confirmed it.

he reached his hand out to place it on your shoulder, hesitating. you opened the door to let him in, sitting on the edge of your couch next to each other.

“i’m so sorry [name].”

“i know.”

“it was stupid, you mean so much to me and i..i ruined it.”

“i know.”

“please, you don’t need to forgive me now i just…”

he paused. rin’s head moved to look at the ground.

“i just need to know you won’t leave me. you can ignore me for as long as you’d like and i’d understand. but just…please i need you back” he begged, small tears brimming at his eyes, what a rare sight to see.

silence fell between the two of you, but it wasn’t like the comfortable silences you’ve shared before. it was tense and awkward.

“okay” your voice was barely above a whisper, “i won’t leave you, i think we both know that” you say with a smile.

rin looked back up at you, eyes wide, full of hope and relief.

“but listen i…” the moonlight only further highlighted just how much the two of you had been crying

“it’s gonna take some time. that was really fucked up, you know that?”

“yeah..yeah i know. i’m sorry. you’re nothing like her i-”

“i know.”

the two of you were now looking at each other, faces flushed from crying and relief. the silence was comfortable again.

“let’s just..go to sleep, yeah? we can talk about it in the morning, i think we both could discuss better afterwards” you offered, leaning closer to the armrest of your couch as you were too tired to go to your bed

rin hummed back in response, laying on your chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist. your hands found their way to his hair, heartbeats practically synchronizing.

“you know..i’m still not going to your game” you whispered, peeking one eye open to watch your boyfriend. he smiled, “i know” a laugh spilled out of his mouth before you both fell asleep.

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Evan woke up the next morning to the harsh bleep of his phone that always managed to elicit pure terror in his body. He groaned and rolled out of bed. He’d forgotten to turn off the alarm and of course he was awake at six in the fucking morning on a Saturday.

He threw on a dressing gown over his tank top and plaid pyjama bottoms, slipped into his fluffy slippers and trudged to the kitchen for some coffee.

Once he got to the kitchen he saw Dorcas was already sat at the little island she passed him a warm cup of coffee as soon as he sat down. Dorcas had always been the earliest riser of the band, always eager to get ready quickly and get the hell out of the house, he supposed that’s what growing up as the eldest sister to four brothers did to you. 

“Heard your alarm go off, figured you’d forgot to turn it off.”

“Dorcas you lifesaver. And I mean seriously a lifesaver, I might have murdered someone without this coffee.”

Dorcas laughed.

“Who?”

Evan rubbed his eyes.

“Barty probably. He’s fucking annoying.”

“Any excuse to get up close to him then more like.”

Evan’s head snapped up.

“What?”

Dorcas rolled her eyes.

“Please you’re shit at hiding it.”

“Don’t know what you’re talking ‘bout Cas.”

Evan mumbled, taking a long drink from his mug. 

“Please, save the crap. If you don’t have a crush on him, why do you get so worked up by people calling you a couple. It consumes your every waking thought, now why is that? Tell me.”

“Ughhh I don’t want to think about it.”

He groaned and stared into the brown murky depths of the mug he was cradling close to him.

Dorcas softened.

“Look, Marls and Barty are really close, our next tour stop is London which means she’ll obviously drop by rehearsals. I can get her to ask him if he-“

“He doesn’t.”

Evan ran his thumb over a tiny chip in the ceramic. It was a mug Barty had painted around four years ago, Dora had decided for her sixteenth she wanted to go to a pottery painting place like when they were little. Barty was- honestly pretty shit at painting. The background was covered in vast uneven strokes of black. He’d tried to paint a white ferret on it - ‘Ev this one is for you, if you were any animal I’d say you’d be a ferret.’ - thing is it looked more like a snake with legs that was also, well, a zombie. It was Evan’s most prized possession. He’d be taking it to the grave. He turned it to look inside the handle. Barty had been too lazy to paint that part so instead he’d just written crudely with the brush - ‘B + E forever bitches!’. His eyes crinkled fondly as he read it. 

“I just need to get over it.”

His expression hardened and he looked up at Dorcas again.

“Get over what?”

They both turned to find Barty in the doorway. His hair was sticking up in all directions. Fuzzy spikes of green and black. He stretched his arms all the way up as he yawned, flexing his wrist so his ‘SKITTLES’ tattoo was on full display. He had one of Evan’s jumpers on over his pyjama top. Evan really wanted to reach out and hold. Why’d he have to go and look so soft? Wasn’t fucking fair. 

“Nothing Jr.”

Barty nodded in response as he padded over and sat himself in the chair next to Evan.

“Why’re you even awake?”

Dorcas asked.

Barty dropped his head down onto the island counter dramatically.

“Forgot to turn off my alarm.”

Dorcas laughed out loud, fully threw her head back and everything.

“Two birds of a fucking stupid feather you two are.”

She got up and put her mug in the sink before heading out of the kitchen. Barty turned his head up to look at Evan as soon as she was gone.

“You don’t have to tell me anything Evan, but if you want to you can. You know that right?”

Barty lifted his head and propped it up on his hand as Evan nodded.

“Yeah. Yeah I know Barty.”

“Good.”

Barty shuffled his chair closer before dropping his head onto Evan’s shoulder and falling quiet. It was instinctual, the way Evan brought his arms up around him. After a few moments he looked down though, Barty was suspiciously silent.

“Bee?”

He whispered.

“M’awake. You’re just comfy Ev. You’re really good at hugs.”

Might be ‘cause I was built to hold you.

Damn that’s a fucking stupid thing to say. Fuck I’ve turned into Reg whenever he’s around James.

Yeah Evan needed to get over this like fucking yesterday.

•••

Barty breathed in deeply, face buried in the crux of Evan’s neck. He couldn’t help it really. Evan smelled like home. Probably a creepy thing to say, oh well wasn’t like he said it out loud. Evan was home though, plain and simple.

He didn’t want to move, probably ever. Still eventually as the rest of the group came pattering into the kitchen and things got livelier he had to shift away.

•••

They got on the train at noon, ready to head to London. Evan took the window seat watching as the city turned to rolling hills turned to city again. Barty kept sneaking glances over at him, wasn’t really sure what he was looking for honestly but-

“What?”

Evan asked finally, tone irritated.

“Nothing, just bored.”

“Oh um-“

Evan glanced around, he and Barty were in a two seater while the rest of the band sat around the table in front of them, chatting animatedly.

“S’fine Ev, not anything you can do about it, I’m gonna be bored till we get off this bloody train. Fucking buzzing.”

“Excited for tomorrow then yeah?”

Barty turned to him with shining eyes. 

“D’you remember when we were eighteen? First time at the O2 for a concert? Fuck d’you remember seeing it like that, covered in all the lights ‘n shit. Eventim Apollo doesn’t even compare.”

Evan chuckled. They’d gone to the O2 for the first time June 2019 to see a concert when Evan was still in his backstreet boys phase, something no one was allowed to talk about now under any circumstances.

“D’you remember what you said to me?”

•••

“Look at that stage Ev. Imagine playing there. For all these people.”

Evan turned to Barty and ruffled his hair.

“One day Bee, we’ll be playing here. I promise you yeah? We’ll be playing here and it’ll all the fucking sold out.”

“You think?”

•••

“Yeah. Yeah I do.”

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[windwheeler-aster]

new year’s kiss

summary: you go to a new year’s eve party and have a sweet midnight kiss

masterlist 

pairings (separate): arataki itto, kuki shinobu, kauzha, ayaka, gorou, kokomi, heizou, and kujou sara x reader

reader info: uses gender neutral pronouns (they/them), the characters mentioned have a crush on reader, and reader is not traveler

word count: 313 words per character (1 min~ per character section)

genre: romance, modern AU, new year’s

format: headcanons

warnings: reader interrupts character’s rambling with a kiss 

a/n: initially, this was going to be all of the inazuma characters (excluding sayu), however there were too many😭 i hope you enjoy the headcanons that i did write, and have a very happy new year’s 💖

itto is really loud at parties

the music may be so loud you can feel it vibrate in your chest, but itto is louder

and as soon as he saw you enter the party?

itto is shoving and moving past everyone, quite determined to talk to you

he and his gang have been scheming for months to get you two together

and tonight’s party was itto’s best chance, so far

but all parts of the plan to charm you went out the window

because itto is a flustered mess as he talks to you

constantly playing with his hair, shouting, and laughing at nearly everything you say

and his hands?!? goodness, itto doesn’t have any idea what to do with them

but at the same time, he feels so at ease and so happy when he’s talking to you

truly, itto feels so at peace and relaxed and honestly, the best he’s ever felt in—

hOLY MOLY THE COUNTDOWN IS STARTING?!?!? OH, CRAP, THE PLAN!!!

as the last ten seconds are being shouted, itto panics and just blurts out that he wants to kiss you 

somehow, this silly oni managed to time it perfectly and you shared a cute, romantic, and totally radical kiss

and as soon as your lips parts itto screams in triumph

“wooo, i did it! i kissed them! take that genta and akira, i totally could— oh, uh, right! i know we just kissed but i was wondering if maybe we could— hmph! oh... i was going to say if we could go out or something but i’m cool with a few more kisses.”

kuki hates parties.

butttt, you were apparently going to be at this new year’s party so... kuki had to go

see, kuki had this massive crush on you

but it’s not really that noticeable. in fact, you might get the impression that kuki dislikes you

which is mostly because of her mask, hiding her wonderful smirks and smiles

so the instant you came to the party, kuki quickly put it away and made her way over to you

and she’s actually pretty sweet, and such a passionate speaker when you talk with her

she’s so smooth and charismatic, too!

and the bumping bodies and loud people give her the excuse to lean closer to you and gently slip her hand around your waist as people push past you two

but the party eventually gets to be too much for you two, so kuki brings you outside for some fresh air

and while you’re outside, kuki and you start to inch closer and closer together because of how cold it’s getting

you’re having personal and deep conversations, as well as some flirty banter that makes kuki a flustered mess

but your conversation gets interrupted by the people inside, as everyone was excitedly counting down to midnight

for a second, you and kuki just look at each other and both think “screw it, why not?”

but while you kiss her lips, kuki is internally screaming 

she’s in complete disbelief afterwards, occasionally touching her lips

eventually, she finally snaps out of it and asks you out

“so, uh, would you like to go out sometime? i know we don’t talk that much, but i think we have a real chemistry and— oh, you’d like that? wonderful. so should we go back to the party or...? wanna ditch it? i heard there’s a nice sushi place nearby— my treat, alright?”

kazuha and loud parties don’t mix well

but he tries his best to talk to you, even if the butterflies in his stomach flutter every time you laugh

his soft voice can barely be heard over the music, even when he tries to lean in to talk to you

people also keep bumping into you two, pushing you two closer and closer together

so, at some point, kazuha just casually asks to get some fresh air with him

you two sneak away, grabbing your coats on the way, and go out for a nice walk at night

some of kazuha’s friends give him a weird look, and even some encouragement, but he quickly brushes them off and joins you outside

and with a nice and quiet atmosphere, you can finally talk with kazuha

he’s so sweet as you two walk, taking the outside part of the sidewalk

anytime a car comes by, kazuha’s hand comes up to the lower part of your back (just in case, he tells himself)

and whenever you need to make a turn somewhere, he’s gently guiding you by the shoulder

generally, kazuha unconsciously tries to be touching you at all times

he’ll be overjoyed if you want to hold onto his elbow and get close

literally, his heart is doing back flips as you hold onto him

but the quiet night is interpreted by the amount of fireworks that begin to go off

kazuha checks his phone and it’s nearly midnight now

although his heart rate speeds up, kazuha nonchalantly asks if you’d give him the honor to be your midnight kiss

it’s an absolutely adorable kiss, followed by a cute eskimo kiss as kazuha chuckles in disbelief

he’s still kind of shocked, but a romantic confession comes out of him as the sky lights up with fireworks

“ever since i met you, i’ve been fond of you. you’re such a talented and attractive person that i couldn’t not fall in love with you. and you’ve found a special place in my heart, and i hope that one day i could find a place in yours. so... would you have me?”

it’s rare to see ayaka at a party

she’s this gentle and sweet girl who barely raises her voice

and it really does surprise you when you see her leading most of the party activities

from karaoke to low-stakes poker games, ayaka is making sure the party doesn’t die down

but when she sees you by the entrance, she gets a little distracted

first of all, ayaka is blushing because omg you’re so hot in that outfit???

and two: you just made eye contact with her??? and you’re making your way over to her???

luckily, by the time you come over, ayaka has fretted over her appearance enough that she now looks more “presentable”

and she kind of abandons surveying the party activities in favour of talking to you

which leads to an almost(?) disaster, as everyone has now turned to group karaoke and the party has never been louder

so you two just take a breather outside, enjoying the night stars together

ayaka gets so caught up in talking with you, that she nearly misses the countdown

but luckily the party goers are loud enough that you two can hear the countdown go off

she looks at you, expectantly, the question on the tip of her tongue

and just as the last few seconds to midnight pass, ayaka manages to choke out her question

and she manages to share a sweet kiss with you, one that leaves her pretty face an even prettier shade of pink

but ayaka snaps out of her love-sick daze and makes sure to ask you out before she can stop herself

“i’ve been meaning to ask you out for a long time now, so i was wondering if you’d like to go out on a date sometime soon? i really think we have something special and i’d love to pursue— you would?! ahhh, thank you! i promise you won’t regret it, and that i’ll— ah, right... one step at a time, heh.”

gorou is pretty quiet at parties

while everyone else is partying and bumping into each other, gorou stays near the sidelines

you’ll probably see him first though, as he’s been on his phone since he got into the party

but the moment you make yourself known to gorou??

he’s stashing away his phone, smiling, his ears perked, the whole shebang

gorou mostly just listens as you talk, nodding aggressively or laughing

he kinda zones out a lot though

but it’s really not his fault, honestly!

you just look so attractive in your outfit, and your lips are so pretty and tempting that he surely he wouldn’t be blamed if he—

luckily, gorou snaps out of it when you call his name in a concerned manner

which, by the by, makes gorou fall for you 10x more

his crush actually cares about him?!? oh goodness

but gorou is snapped out of that realization when the people around you two begin to cheer

he’s confused for a moment, until he makes out the slurred numbers and realizes that midnight is approaching

and gorou looks at you— no, your lips— and silently asks if he can be your midnight kiss

but he’s all the more glad that you lean in with him, touching his lips in sync with the final shouts of the countdown

“you have no idea how long i’ve been wanting to kiss you. wait, you’ve also been wanting to kiss me?! w-well, i kind of wanna kiss you again so— hmm, thank you. hey, d’ya wanna head somewhere more... private? i just want to kiss you without all these people watching, t-that’s all! i swear!”

kokomi rarely goes to parties

it’s not that she doesn’t like them or anything!

she loves talking with her friends and having fun with them

however, her social battery is just... dead

two hours into it, and kokomi is already huddled in the corner, nursing a cup of fruit punch

but the moment she sees you come over, kokomi brightens up a little bit

she appreciates your concern, but she’s alright! really!

and kokomi does try to put on a brave face so she appears more sociable

but the more she talks to you, the more genuine she feels

had you always been this refreshing? this funny? kokomi thinks as she throws her head back in laughter

talking with you feels easy to kokomi, something that isn’t draining at all

had it already been an hour??? kokomi swore you two had just started talking

she’s rubbing her head as she tries to recall how time had just slipped by so easily

but then she glances at you and realizes it instantly

even as you give her a questioning gaze and smile, asking her why she’s looking at you like that

kokomi just shakes her head and dismisses it, all while these feelings burn her from the inside out

but just as she tries to push them away— just for tonight, at least— kokomi hears the party goers all begin the countdown

she gently whispers her inquiry, temptation and eagerness on the very tip of her tongue

and kokomi is so happy that you granted her permission, and she tries to put her all into the kiss

but please give her some time to calm down after such a passionate kiss. poor girl is as pink as a cherry

“oh my goodness, i didn’t think you’d actually— wow. ‘did i like it?’ oh, of course i liked it! i just never knew someone’s lips could be so... soft. er, do you mind if we got out of here? the music is starting to give me a headache again... and it’s really hard to hear the sound of your lovely voice.”

heizou literally only went to the party to see you

and the moment you walk in, he’s abandoned whatever person he was talking to

he saunters over to you, touching up his hair as he does

and just so casually flashes you a smile 

throughout the night, heizou is as flirty and touchy as you allow him to be

he reads you and your body language like a book, even verbally checking in with you

does that thing where he leans in really close to hear what you’re saying, a cocky smile on his lips

he stares at your lips more than your eyes, to be honest

but heizou always has a witty remark or tease prepared in case you catch on to him

besides eyeing you up all night, heizou does make for good company

he will indulge in anything you want to talk about, treating each topic with the same amount of thought as one of his cases

loves to ask you weird theoretical questions just to see your confused expression

also, he laughs at almost every joke you say

is he trying hard? no. are you really funny? obviously

each time he laughs, heizou accidentally leans into your side

but you’ll notice that he’s always leaning into you, or simply just facing you

he really can’t take his eyes off you, either

or your lips... especially when the countdown begins

you can’t hear him, but you can see the way his lips move when he asks to kiss you

and to be honest, after the night you had with him, you didn’t expect heizou’s kiss to be so sweet

“ahahah, what’s with that look on your face? awwww, poor thing. did i really fluster you that badly? i mean this when i say that i didn’t expect to have such a great effect on you. but how could i ever make it up to you? oh, i know! how about i take you out to this place nearby? my treat, i promise.”

she’s scowling, quietly, in the corner

but when you enter the room and make eye contact with her?

a slight blush forms on her cheeks as she shyly waves at you

wait, wait, wAIT, WHY ARE YOU COMING OVER HERE NOW?!?!? 

very much internally panicking, but doesn’t really show it

sara has no idea on why you came over so quickly, but she’s glad for it

mostly just listens to you and sips on her drink

yes, it may seem like she doesn’t care and she’s bored

however!!! sara suffers from resting bitch face (and also this whole party)

she thinks you’re cute though sooo

sara doesn’t really make any moves to show that she’s really interested in you

but she is trying at least

she inches her feet closer to yours. even tries to smile a little!

but when the countdown approaches? she’s a nervous wreck on the inside

she sees everyone else begin to pair up and get closer together, making you two stick out like a pair of sore thumbs

but when sara turns back to look at you, she’s very surprised to see you shrug and casually ask her for a midnight kiss

obviously, she doesn’t turn down the suggestion! 

however, caught up in all her excitement, she kisses you a second earlier than midnight

but that’s alright. sara is more than willing to try again, if you want her to

“... did... did i seriously kiss you before midnight struck? ah, no bother. i can just start the new year off with a kiss from you then. i-if that’s alright with you of course! i don’t mean to be presumptuous at all, but i just felt like you enjoyed the kiss too so i just— hmph! t-thanks.”

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[romanarose]

To the Rescue

Pre-Outbreak!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Summary: Sarah gets her period, and Joel is a bit lost.

Warnings: So much period talk. so much. Thats about it.

EDIT Gotdamn two requests for part two already and it’s been up a few hours 😂 part two it is! Maybe with smut 👀

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You didn’t wanna assume anything… maybe he knew what he was doing. Maybe he was just trying to find a particular kind. 

Or maybe the 30-something-year-old man was wandering lost around the feminine hygiene aisle overwhelmed because his wife, daughter, or sister sent him to buy some, and he had no idea what he was doing.

“Excuse me, sir?” You gently approach the nervous man. When he turns to you, wide-eyed and red faced, you can’t help but notice how handsome he is, soft brown curls framing a strong jaw and curved nose.

“Oh, ‘scuse me, ma’am.” He nods his head to you, and steps back, presumably to get out of your way.

You smile softly at him, trying to put him at ease. “No, no, you’re alright, I was just gonna ask if you needed any help?”

The man blushes harder at that, dodging your attempts to catch his eyes. He looks like he’s about to refuse, but reconsiders. Looking at the floor and shoving his hands in his pockets, he answers. “My daughter, she started… um… yeah. For the first time today… the nice cashier boy is an older brother of her friend so he let her in the employee bathroom, since apparently, they don’t have a public one.” The annoyance laced his voice, and it’s obvious it had taken a moment to get the poor young girl to privacy. He finally looks at you, not so much embarrassed, but more ashamed. “I should’a been prepared for this, but I thought… I thought I had more time, you know? She’s still a little girl to me, I guess I didn’t see it coming. So. Here we are.”

You nod, listening. “Are you able to contact her mom?”

Shaking his head, he looks away again. “She left when Sarah- uh, my daughter- when Sarah was two, I gave up tryna involve her in Sarah's life by Kindergarden- I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be dumping all this shit-I Mean, crap- on you.”

He was a southern gentleman, it seemed, not keen on swearing around women. You felt for him, you did. A single dad in this position wasn’t ease. 

“I see, well, I’m happy to help, if that’s alright.”

An audible sigh of relief escapes him. “That would be great, thank you. I don’t wanna… well she’s already very embarrassed. The cashier was nice, but he definitely saw the blood on her shorts, and she’s pretty humiliated. You know, teenage boy she knows and all that… I don’t wanna make it worse.” He shuffles his feet. “I don’t wanna make her feel like this is something to be ashamed of, or that I’m grossed out. I’m not.” He glances at you before sighing again but keeping eye contact. “I just feel out of my depth that’s all.”

“I understand. This sort of thing can be confusing for adult women do. We learn new things all the time, what works better and what doesn’t. I don’t think anyone expects you to be an expert.”

With a shy smile, the young man extends his hand. “Joel Miller, pleasure to meet yuh, miss.”

You tell him your name, and get to work, not wanting to leave that poor girl waiting. “Any known allergies, Mr. Miller?”

“Please, you can call me Joel. And yeah, she’s allergic to latex.”

Nodding again, you move to a particular section. “Okay, good think I asked because some have latex. Here.” You give him a box of basic Kotex pads and a box of tampons. “This brand is latex free, and they are a good brand. Just make sure you check any new products if you get 'em. She probably won’t want to use tampons for a few years yet, but let’s get 'em just in case” You grab a box of larger ones. “And these are overnight pads, but the first day or two are always the heaviest each month, and if I’m being honest, I just use these the first day, even with a tampon.” Your face suddenly matches Joel’s blush. “Sorry, that’s probably TMI”

“No!” He reassures, wide-eyed. “I don’t mind, any information is helpful- uh- if you’re comfortable, of course.”

You can’t seem to stop smiling at him. “Yeah. I’m pretty open. Well, for me, my first two days are insanely heavy, and the tampons bleed through really quick, so if I’m at work it's better just to have a big pad on to prevent leaks. I think it’s safe to say she’s gonna like these while she is figuring things out.”

Joel nods, and you can tell he’s trying very hard to take in this information. He grabs another box of the over night pads, then looks at you. “Just in case”

“Okay, now, you said she bleed through her clothes right?”

Joel scrubbed his face. “Oh god, yeah, and they don’t sell clothes here, huh.” He sighs, before coming up with a plan. “That's okay” I’ll just wrap my jacket around her.”

“Here.” You toss him some baby wipes. “You go check out, I got some sweats in my car, I’ll grab them and meet you at the employee bathroom.”

His eyes go wide at that. “Oh! Oh no, miss, thank you but you don't have to-”

But you hold out a hand to quiet the handsome single dad. “I want to. And they are just shitty sweats, don’t worry for one minute.” Before he could argue, you leave him, and soon you return to the front where Joel is trying to get his daughter to open the door… but she’s refusing.

“Sarah, honey, it’s okay, it’s okay I’m just gonna hand you what you need-”

“No!” You can hear her yell from the bathroom, and you can’t imagine she’s older than 10.

You step up to the door. “Hey, Sarah? I’m a friend of your dads. I got some clean clothes for you, if you crack open the door I have a towel you can cover yourself with, and I can help you, or if they you think got it-”

The door unlocked, and Joel looked visibly relieved as you handed her the beach towel through the cracked door. 

“Is this alright? I’ll keep the door unlocked and be in and out.” You assure him, and he agrees.

“I really appreciate all your help; I can’t say thank you enough.” 

Sarah calls that you can come in, and with a towel covering her you show her the products and explain how to use them. You slip out again and lean against the wall looking at an anxious Joel.

“She okay? She good?” He asks you, the worry evident on his face.

You were quick to reassure him. “She’s alright, just embarrassed, but I managed to slip in that you were absolutely not weirded out and not nervous at all.”

“Already lying for me, huh darl’n?”  He chuckles a bit, finally seeming to relax. “You really came to my rescue.”

You could stare at his soft brown eyes all day… “It’s alright. No one really prepares you for this as a dad.”

The smile on his face falls. “But I should’ve prepared myself, you know?” his large hand goes to rub the back of his neck. “I don’t want you to think I didn’t try, really. When her mom left I really tried to… you know… learn how to do both, the mom stuff and dad stuff.” Joel chuckled a bit. “I can throw a mean tea party.”

Smiling softly, you hope your face doesn’t show one of judgment. "I bet you can."

“But then she just got older so fast… ”

“How old is she?”

“10”

“Well, in your defense, that is a little earlier than expected.” You can see his eyes widen, so you’re quick to assure him. “Not too early! Any time between 9 and 16 I think is normal and healthy. 12-13 is the average though.”

He wouldn’t stop beating himself up about it. “I should’ve been prepared, but my ma died before Sarah was born and I work with all men so I just… didn’t have anyone to ask, and then I know I could probably look it up but I didn’t even know what I’m looking for, plus it’s the internet so I wasn’t really sure what I’d see-”

“Joel!” You stop him, laughing and putting a hand on him, hoping to cool his anxious over-explaining… he relaxes into your touch. “I have been getting mine for ages, and I still find myself getting caught off guard without products. You’re a good dad, okay? You’re trying your best, and from what I’ve seen, you’ve raised a lovely, polite young lady. You’re not gonna traumatize her because you didn’t have pads.”

When he smiles at you, you can’t help but fall into those puppy-dog eyes just a little bit more.

Sarah emerges from the bathroom, looking at the floor but trying to put on a brave face. You decide to leave them be, let them go home so the poor girl could rest and Joel could calm down.

“I’m going to finish my shopping, any more questions before I go, sweetie?”

She gives a light smile. “No ma’am, thank you.”

“You’re very welcome. Joel?” You ask the girls dad, and he laughs as he shakes his head.

“Got about a thousand, but I’ll figure it out.”

“Dad” Sarah urges him to stop talking, so Joel does. 

“Thank you, miss. I appreciate it.”

You say goodbye to both, and go to retrieve your shopping cart. 

Meanwhile, Joel watches you leave, before Sarah speaks up.

“Who was that? She said she was a friend of yours, but you don’t have friends other than Uncle Tommy.”

“Hey now, little lady.” Joel looks down at her, but Sarah just gives him a look. “Fine, you got me. Just a nice lady helping a hopeless old man.”

“Well, she was nice. Can we go home? I think I deserve some of that candy you keep hidden away.”

“How do you know about that?”

“You fall asleep watching TV with your mouth full of chocolate.” Sarah then flops her head back, mouth open, imitating a loud snore. 

Joel gently bonks her head, making the pre-teen giggle. “Alright I get your point, fine. Let’s go home.” Joel put his arm around his daughter, walking her outside as he carried the back of products and her dirty shorts.

When Sarah stuffed her hands into your large sweatpants, she felt something in the pocket. “Oh I hope he doesn’t need this.”

“What is it?” Joel hoped it was important so he had an excuse to find you and talk to you again. 

Sarah handed him a business card. It had your name, and business and cellphone number printed on it, but it was the back that caught his attention. Written in blue ink, it said: “Call me, cowboy <3”

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First Joel with no smut XD

I was debating writing this or a dark!joel one shot, but christ, my dark joel series is *dark* so i needed to lighten myself up a bit.

@my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

IDK who else is reading none smutty joel so i guess im just tagging fen bc they read all my nonsense XD

[crazyk-imagine]

The Good, The Bad, and The Working on It

Pairing: (Stepdad) Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Mom!Reader

Characters: (Stepdad) Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Mom!Reader, Edwin and Maryanne (the kiddos), Penny Benjamin, Amelia Benjamin, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Natasha "Phoenix" Trace, Robert "Bob" Floyd, Reuben "Payback" Fitch, Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia, Javy "Coyote" Machado, Billy "Fritz" Avalone, Callie "Halo" Bassett, Neil "Omaha" Vikander, Bringham "Harvard" Lennox, Logan "Yale" Lee, Marty and Cody (the other bartenders)

Warnings: Fluff, minor angst, not enough communication (always communicate with your partner), minor cursing (very brief), drama, nicknames (gorgeous, darlin’, etc.), Fanboy is the man when it comes to photography, Bob is the best guy for the job of being a DJ,  Javy "Coyote" Machado is a good friend, Jake being a softie, Penny acts as a protective mother figure over reader, Bradley judges our favorite cocky pilot, everyone teases Jake, Cute quick Penny and Pete moment.

Word Count: 11,575

A/N: This can easily become a series, still thinking about it though (even though I have notes and drafts all revolving around this imagine and I made a header for it not even 10 min ago)

Answers to TGTBATWOI

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Three and a half years ago…

After the father of your kids decided that he had enough of being tied down and left with little to no goodbye, it was safe to say you didn’t think or care about dating after that shitty experience. 

So, you can fully admit (as well as Jake and his pilot buddies) that it was no surprise when you met said pilot at the Hard Deck. 

You work there a little more than part time, being a bartender there is your “out of the house” job (as you like to say) and you do a type of telemarketing at home when the company you’ve been emailing with asks you too. 

Luckily it doesn’t happen all the time but sometimes it can be pretty inconvenient on days when your babies have a part in a play and they’re the lead star or when they have their first soccer game (it was a bit of a hassle to accomplish but you did it). 

And then again, it was no surprise when Jake was a jackass when you two first met. 

You (and anyone else, yes, including Bradley and Pete) can admit that it was nice when he actually started to act like a human being with emotions and not some douche with a huge ego. 

Today however, will be the test to see how everything will be if you and Jake decide to take your relationship (or pining) a step further… even though he hasn’t officially asked you out.

-

“Are you sure you can’t watch them for another three-ish hours?” You ask your babysitter and get a lame excuse saying she can’t because she has to study when she actually has plans to go out with her friends and her boyfriend (the kids told you yesterday about all this). 

You sigh, hanging up your phone before shoving it into your pocket. You rest your hands on the edge of the bar top, closing your eyes with your head down to the floor. 

“You, okay?” Penny asks. 

You quickly straighten your posture, “yep, all good.” 

“Your babysitter cancel on you?” 

You avert your gaze, “maybe.” 

“You get off early tonight, why not bring them here? Pete and the others will be here. They could go swimming.” 

“I don’t have any of their swim things and no sunscreen. Plus, I need them to focus on their homework right now. I don’t want to have another meeting with their teachers over something as minor as homework.” 

She nods, “alright. We can have them sit over at one of the tables until the lunch rush shows. And, before you say anything, breath. We’ll be fine. I’ve got Marty and Cody coming in for their shifts in an hour which will give you more than enough time to go pick them up and come back here… even though we won’t need you.” 

“I’m gonna ignore that last part because we both know it’s not true. Thank you.” 

You check the clock on the wall, “crap. I gotta go. I’ll be back soon.”

-

“Looks like your girlfriends not here,” Javy comments. 

“She’s not- shut up, man.” Jake shoves his buddy away from him as he enters the bar, immediately aiming for the center station. He can’t take these conversations seriously without a drink. 

“Where’s the only sensible woman Bagman hasn’t managed to sink his claws into?” Natasha asks, standing behind him. 

“He’s in one of his moods,” Javy says before leaning down to “whisper”, “she’s not here. Her car wasn’t in the parking lot.” 

“Guess she came to her senses,” she pats him on the shoulder. 

Logan, Billy, and Callie wave her over, pointing to the pool table. 

She walks away from the two, wanting to place some bets (knowing she’ll make a quick buck or two). 

-

“She’s gonna be here soon, you know. Don’t pout, man.” Javy pats Jake’s shoulder, not wanting to have to console the dude for something so minor but willing to do so anyway. 

“Would you stop saying that? I don’t care, alright?” 

His friend makes an attempt to respond but doesn’t because he starts coughing, choking on his saliva. 

“You good?” 

His buddy shakes his head, covering his mouth with a clenched fist, using his free hand to point over at you. 

The blonde turns, his eyes widen ever so slightly. “She has kids?” He mutters to himself, wondering who else may have known and if this is why you continue to turn him down. 

He thinks back to the times when he’s asked you out and if you wear a wedding ring or have mentioned having a boyfriend, but the answer is no.

-

“Alright, today we can focus on your homework a little more because Pen has a couple extra hands. We ready?” 

“Do we have to?” Edwin, Ed (or Eddie) asks with a whining tone. 

“Don’t give me that pouty lip, Mister. If we can get this done before we go home, I know for a fact you would feel better.” 

“What if I don’t want to feel better?” 

“You should.” 

You turn to your daughter, Maryanne, who’s older by three years looks back down at her own work. “Thank you, sweetheart, but I don’t need you to chime in with your insightful thoughts.” 

“But he needs to focus. He’s already gotten a warning from his teacher.” 

“He’s what?” You turn to look at your son, “Edwin, is this true?” 

He looks down, not saying anything. 

“Why did you get a warning?” 

“She wouldn’t let me ask my friend for help.” 

“Were you talking to your friend during class time when you know you’re not supposed to?” 

He purses his lips, “that’s ervelant.” 

“Irrelevant, sweetheart. How long ago did you get your warning?” 

“He got it on his first day and we’re on our third day of school now.” 

You turn to your daughter, “do you know if it was a verbal warning or is there something I need to sign?” 

She shakes your head, “the first one. It’s okay though. His teacher tells me what I need to tell you when I’m waiting for him in his class after school.” 

Your son is upset that you two are talking about and “acting” like he’s not even there. “Don’t talk about me like I’m not here!” 

“Eddie, I need you to calm down-” 

“No!” 

You open your mouth to say his name again when he hops off the chair and runs off. Your eyes widen. “Sweetheart, you’re coming with me. Hold my hand.” 

“Mom,” she groans. 

“There is a small crowd already. I will not lose both of my children in it.” 

She lets out a dramatic, long sigh, “fine.” 

You grab her hand, “thank you.”

-

Javy opens the bathroom door, stopping when something bounces off his legs. He freezes when he sees a little boy sitting on his butt, looking up at him, ready to cry. “Oh no.” 

“Hey, what’re you doing? Get out of the doorway, man,” Jake says. 

“There’s a tearful kid in the way.” 

“What?” He looks over his buddy’s shoulder to find Edwin sitting there with a wobbly lip. 

“What do I do?” 

“Pick the kid- move out of my way.” Jake scoffs, “Coyote.” The blond bends down, holding his hand out for the little boy to take. 

Edwin hesitantly reaches up for the man’s hand. 

Jake helps him off the ground, giving him a gentle smile. “Atta boy, you’re looking better already. Is your mom or dad here?” 

He nods. 

“You want to point me in their direction-”

“Eddie! Edw-” Maryanne stops you, pointing to Jake. 

You rush over to the two, kneeling beside Jake. “Edwin, I’ve told you too many times, not to run off like that.” 

He sniffs, nodding his head. 

You sigh, wiping his cheeks before turning to find- “Jake.” 

“My favorite,” he glances between the two, “b-a-r-t-e-n-d-e-r.” 

“I can spell,” Maryanne says with slight attitude. 

“Maryanne.” 

“Sorry mama.” 

“These two are yours?” 

“Obviously.” 

“I’m really sorry,” Javy starts to apologize. “I didn’t see him and then he-” 

You smile, “Javy, it’s okay. I know you didn’t do anything on purpose. He just got upset and ran off.” 

“I’m still really sorry.” 

“We accept your apology.” You stand up, “why don’t you two go join the rest of your crew. We’ve got some work to do.” 

Your daughter pouts, leaning against you. 

He stands up. “You go,” Jake whispers to Javy. 

“Dude.” 

“Just go.” 

“Alright, alright.”

-

“So, what kind of homework do we have to do?” 

You shake your head, holding both of your kids’ hands, “no, Jake. You go join your friends. You don’t want to stay and help out with homework, that’s not what you came here to do.” 

“I came here to talk to some people, and I’d certainly enjoy talking to you three.” 

You scoff through your nose, shaking your head to hide the fact that your cheeks are on fire. 

“Let me carry little man and don’t tell me I don’t need to. I want to, gorgeous.” He lifts Edwin into his arms, holding the boy against his hip. 

Maryanne starts walking ahead, pulling you with her. 

You all settle into your seats, Jake across from you with the kids on each side of you. 

“I finished my writing assignment before we went looking for Ed.” 

You give her a small smile, “that’s good, what else do you have to do?” 

She pouts, “math.” 

You nod, “okay.” 

“I can help,” Jake offers. 

“You can?” You ask. 

“I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that attitude and say yes.” 

“Since when were you a math whiz?” 

“Since I actually put in the effort to pass.” 

“That’s always nice to hear...” You smirk, resting your head on your palm, “were you being threatened with detention?” 

“Worse.” 

“No car?” 

“Bingo.” 

“I bet it would have been hilarious to see teen, skinny armed, pasty Jake riding his bike through the neighborhood.” 

“Oh, yeah. So, funny.” He turns to Maryanne, glancing down at her work, “you need help with math?” 

“Yeah… can you help me?” 

“Sure, I can. What are we doing today?”

-

“Is he actually being nice to kids?” Bradley mutters. 

“He’s obviously doing it to impress her,” Reuben adds. 

“I don’t think so. He’s actually good with kids. You should see him with his nieces and nephews,” says Javy. 

“There’s more of him? There are little bagman’s running around out in the world?” Natasha asks, catching the last little bit of the conversation. 

Javy dry laughs, “ha ha. Yeah, kind of. He just doesn’t want you all to see him as a softie.” 

“I feel like I’m watching a rom com,” Mickey says. 

“But it’s actually decent and well worth watching,” adds Bob. 

“How long have you been there?” Reuben asks. 

“A few minutes. I’m waiting on my soda.” 

“Anyone want to play pool?” Javy asks. 

“Or darts? Maybe next to them?” Natasha offers. 

Javy smirks, “let’s go.” He wraps his arm around her shoulders, pulling her with him. 

Mickey and Bob trail behind them, shaking their heads, not liking what the two may be planning. 

Reuben runs over to the bar to grab their drinks.

-

“And how are we today?” Javy asks, wrapping his arm around is buddy’s shoulders. He turns to Edwin, “sorry about running into you little dude.” 

“It’s okay and we’re good. Jake’s helping Maryanne with her math,” you tell him. 

“You’ve got the best guy to help her.” 

“How come we never met your mini me’s?” Mickey asks, pulling Javy away so he and Natasha can start their game of darts. 

“My babysitter canceled.” 

“That sucks. Why? If you don’t mind me asking.” 

“She’s in high school, has a boyfriend. Need I say more.” 

“Ah,” he nods, “got it. Well, if you ever need a babysitter, I’d happily offer my services.” 

“Well, aren’t you sweet.” 

Jake furrows his brows; he knows the kid isn’t hitting on you, but he can’t help but feel a little jealous very jealous. “Alright, that’s enough. Your partner in crime is calling you over to play darts.” 

Mickey snickers as he walks away. 

-

“You good, Seresin?” You ask with a raised brow. 

“Always,” he smirks before helping Maryanne with her homework. 

You smile, letting yourself daydream about a future with him and how nice it would be to be able to share a life with him, having family outings, potentially expanding your family, and growing old together… You shake your head, ridding your mind of these thoughts. You don’t want to get your hopes up (anymore, then you already have). 

He glances over at you and smiles. 

You fight the urge to smile for a second before you give up and give in, smiling with just as much, if not a skosh more happiness. 

After about an hour or so, Maryanne was able to successfully finish her homework. 

“You know if she gets a good grade on her homework, I’m gonna ask you to help her again. I can barely help her when she asks me. If it was me, I would have still been on problem two.” 

Jake chuckles, “I’d be happy to help her out as long as I get to take you out.” 

A nervous chuckle escapes you, “you mean like a- like a date?” 

“If you wouldn’t be opposed to it.” 

You bite the inside of your cheek, “I’ll see if I can find the time.” 

He shakes his head. 

You check your phone, seeing that it’s dinner time and you’ve been off your shift since- wow three hours ago. “Looks like it’s time to go home. I’ve still got to make dinner and figure out when I need to go grocery shopping. Do I need gas?” You push your chair in, helping the kids get ready. 

Jake getting out of his seat makes you realize you, kind of, forgot about him for a second. “Oh, sorry, I got too into my head.” 

“It’s alright, my sister is the same way.” 

“Oh, how is everyone? I’ve been meaning to ask but every time I want to someone else needs a drink.” 

“It’s okay. Maybe on our date we can talk more about things you’ve been wanting to ask me and… I can do the same.” 

“Yeah?” 

He nods, giving you a genuine smile, enjoying how he gets to see you all excited and jittery (and hopefully because of him, in a good way, of course), “yeah.” 

“Can we go now?” Edwin asks, rubbing his eyes. 

“Come on, let’s go.” 

“I’ll walk you all out.” 

-

“I’ll call you.” 

“You don’t have my number,” you point out. 

“Did you forget, I’m good with numbers.” 

You’re not impressed right now. “Just give me your phone.” 

“So bossy,” he teases, pulling his phone out of his pocket. 

“You love it, don’t lie.” 

“Maybe I do but, I think that’s more of a later date thing.” 

You return his phone back to him, “you think we’ll be going on more than one date?” 

He nods. “I know we will.”

You shake your head, “goodnight, Jake.” 

He leans in, giving you time to push him away; you don’t. He pecks your cheek. 

You close your eyes, inhaling his cologne (something else you’ve grown to like about him). 

He pulls back, opening the car door for you. 

You shake your head, remembering what you have to do. 

“Text me when you get home,” he says, leaning against the car and door. 

“Only if you do them same.” 

“’Course I will. Goodnight, gorgeous.” 

“Night, Jake.”  

-

After that night, he officially asked you out for a proper date and the two of you hit it off. 

He didn’t take you to a fancy restaurant (since he asked the others and Penny for a few different ideas on where you’d like to go). Jake did NOT want to screw up (what felt like) his one chance to take you out. 

The two of you found yourselves in his truck, laying in the back watching the stars, talking about whatever came to mind while you ate fast food. 

“This has to be the best date I’ve been on in- well, ever honestly,” you admit, staring up at the night sky. 

He turns his head, studying your side profile, “really?” 

“Without a shadow of a doubt.” 

He gulps, unsure if he should ask this now or ever. “I know this is too soon to ask and I might be overstepping some boundaries but, what happened with Maryanne and Edwin’s dad? Is he going to come back into their lives at any point in the future?” 

You scoff, leaning up to rest on your elbow with your head angled down towards him. “I can assure you that he will never come back into their lives until they turn eighteen then they can make the decision, but I will take the role of a bad guy if it means I keep that asshole away from them and out of their lives.” 

You sigh, resting on your back once more, “he decided that when Edwin was three months old, and Maryanne was close two and a half that he wasn’t cut out for the life of being a dad or being tied down, so he left, and I haven’t looked back since. He hasn’t called or texted since then so why should I go looking for him. He made his choice.” 

“And you made yours.” 

“What’s that?” 

Jake shuffles closer to you, cupping your cheek with his thumb brushing across your cheekbone every so often as he stares into your eyes. “You are raising two amazing kids all by yourself and you look damn good doing it.” 

You let out a quiet playful laugh. 

“I’m not gonna lie, a part of me wishes that they were mine.” 

“Yeah? What about the other part of you?” 

“Which one? I’ve got two more.” 

You raise your hand, placing it against the base of his neck, brushing your thumb back and forth against the edge of his hair, “what’s the second part of you say?” 

“How much I want to ask you to marry me even though it might be too soon.” 

“And the other?” 

“If it’d be stupid of me to ask if you’d be my gorgeous girl and let me in, help you raise those two troublemakers.” 

You sink your teeth into your bottom lip, preventing yourself from getting too emotional. “Seems to me like you just want to get in my house to see my bedroom.” 

“That would certainly be a plus, wouldn’t it?” 

“For you maybe.” 

“Damn straight.” He leans down, whispering in your ear, “I’d get to see what you wear underneath your pretty little clothes without asking you to strip for me.” 

You scoff, slapping your hands against his chest. 

He chuckles, pulling back to see you relaxed and happy, something he doesn’t think he’s ever seen before. “There’s another part of me that wants to do something.” 

“Like what?” 

“Kiss you.” 

You don’t realize it until a second later, but your lips tugged upwards, and you know you’re smiling. “Do it,” you whisper. 

He hums, blinking owlishly at you clearly coming out of his thoughts. 

You lean up and lightly brush your lips against his before pulling back. You switch from staring one eye to the next, waiting to see panic or disgust, only to find the stars twinkling in his eyes. “Kiss me.” 

“Are you sure? Because I don’t think I’ll be able to stop once I start.” 

You both lean into one another sharing a passionate first kiss (with many more to come).

-

Two years later...

“Do you think she’s gonna say yes?” asks Jake, to his friend who has a bored look on his face. 

“I hope so. I’m tired of hearing you complain and whine about “if she says no” and how you’ll “die” with whatever answer she does give you,” Javy slaps his hands on the blond man’s shoulders, “shut up. She’s gonna say yes.” 

Jake says nothing as he purses his lips, “I hear you but what if-” 

“Shut up,” Javy hands him a handful of darts, “and play. Have a drink, just do something- anything to calm your nerves… please. And you hear that? I’m asking you nicely.” 

He stares at Javy with a deadpan expression. “I’m talking to you in confidence. You’re supposed to boost me up and help me feel better.” 

“I am.” 

“You’re not being honest with me,” Jake complains. 

“I am.” He sees the look his fellow pilot is giving him out of the corner of his eye while he throws the dart at the dartboard, it lands, and he turns around. “Look, you’re an asshole-” 

“Thank you, keep telling me things I need to hear,” the blond says with sass. 

“But you’re an asshole in love and you’re,” Javy pokes his chest, “just too scared to admit it.” 

“Yeah,” he nods, until he repeats what his friend said in his head and glares at Javy. “I hate you sometimes,” he throws a dart at the dart board, it lands way off base from the center. 

“Yeah, yeah.” 

Bob walks over to the two, glancing over Jake with a concerned expression. “Is he okay?” 

“Him? Oh, yeah. He’s fine.” 

“He’s nervous she’s gonna say no, huh?” 

Jake spins around, using a dart to point at Bob. “No, I’m not.” 

Javy leans closer to the WSO, “he’s in the denial stage.” 

“I can see that.” 

“You two are messing up my concentration. Go gossip about me somewhere else.” 

“You know,” Javy pats his shoulder, “it’s okay to be scared.” 

“I’m not scared,” he denies. 

“Lying is only gonna make this worse.” 

“Can it, Baby on Board.” 

Bob raises his hands, staring at the ground with a slight smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. 

“Your girl’s here,” Billy says, handing Javy a drink and Bob his beer nuts. 

Jake spins around just as the dart hits the center of the dart board. A boyish grin tugs at the corner of his mouth, “yes, she is.” He hands Bob the third dart, “have fun boys. Oh, and use protection, especially you,” he points to the WSO before talking off. 

“What?” 

“Ignore him. He’s in love, you know, it makes people do and say crazy things,” Javy assures Bob.

-

“Hey, gorgeous,” he greets you, placing a hand on your lower back. 

“Hey.” You turn around, leaning into him. You see the guys standing there, watching the two of you. “Are we gonna go say hi?” 

He shakes his head, “nope. Come on.” He leads you towards the walls, wanting to get away from the crowd, not lose you in it. 

“Where are we going?” 

“I want to go outside and see how much more beautiful you can look tonight.” 

You scoff, smacking his shoulder, “you can be such an adorable suck up.” 

“Only for you,” he pecks your lips, “did it work?” 

You roll your eyes, “shut up.” You grab his hand, pulling him along behind you. You happily wave over at the three, who return “cool” waves, except for Bob (he always waves back with just as much enthusiasm as you do to him). 

Jake shoves you out the door, letting it slam shut behind him. 

-

He pulls you back, spinning you around once, and wraps his arms around your waist. “Hi.” 

You can’t resist his charm and smile back at him, “hi.” 

“Let’s walk along the beach, yeah?” 

You nod, “if that’s what you want to do.” 

“Come on,” he tucks you into his side and starts walking. 

You begin to wonder what he has planned. Jake usually doesn’t like to walk along the beach at night (he can’t see your gorgeous face as he likes to say whenever you ask… which is always). 

You turn to look at him, he’s nervous but you can’t tell why. You know there’s nothing important coming up such as birthdays, holidays, or anniversaries. The kids haven’t been giving him too much of a hard time (it’s a tough process but they do seem to act like they like him when he comes over or when you all go out). 

You’re left even more confused than when you first exited the bar. 

He stops, staring out into the ocean. 

You watch him, curious as to what’s floating around in his head, “are you okay?” 

He turns his head looking at you, wondering how he got so lucky to have meet you and hoping you’ll say yes because he wants the married life with you and to be another parent figure that Maryanne and Edwin can look up too. He knows he wants to live out the rest of his life with you and the kids. Jake gulps, “you should ring me?” 

You jerk your head back, blinking owlishly at him, “what?” 

“We should rings.” He closes his eyes with a clenched jaw, shaking his head. 

You tilt your head, “are you feeling okay?” You place your hand on the back of his forehead. 

He nods, reaching into his pocket, pulling the box out of his pocket, practically shoving it in his face. 

You grab his wrist pulling it down, out of your face and look down, realizing what he’s planning to do. “Jake?” 

“I don’t know how to say it.” 

“What- uh- what do you want to do?” 

“I think it’s pretty obvious what I want to do.” 

“Okay, smart ass. Get down on one knee and ask me.” 

“That’s the thing. I can’t figure out how to ask you.” He bends down on one knee, “I’ve got too much running through my head. and I don’t know what to say. Then before I know words just start spewing out of my mouth.” 

You take a deep breath, placing your hands on his shoulders, “what’s the first thing that pops into your head when you think about wanting to marry me?” 

“I don’t want to marry you. I am gonna marry you. So,” he reaches for your left hand, placing a gentle kiss on top, “you can’t get rid of me easily.” 

An emotional chuckle escapes you, “what a sap you are.” 

“The first thing that pops into my head when I think about us being married is how there isn’t going to much of a difference because we’re already a family. But there is one thing I do know and that’s wanting to grow old with you. You know, I want us to be the older fun couple who still act like they did their first year of dating and I want to listen to your old lady problems.” 

You smack his shoulder. 

He chuckles, “while you listen to my old man issues.” 

“Something tells me there’s gonna be a lot.” 

“Let me finish then we can add the commentary later… I also want to be able to help with the kids more.” 

“You already do so much.” 

“I know but, I think it’s best if we don’t have a lunch issue 2.0.” 

You nod, wiping your cheeks, “that’s very true. You almost got kicked out. They called me to make sure you were who you said you were.” 

“I told them not to.” 

“Oh, yeah because that always goes well when a strange man they hadn’t actually seen before says “don’t call their mom”. Really, Jake? I mean honestly.”

- 

“Ask her already!” Javy, Bob, Natasha, Bradley, Pete, and Penny shout. 

You two turn to see some of the gang standing there, waiting for Jake to pop the question. 

“If you don’t do it tonight, you’re doing all my paperwork,” Pete shouts. 

“I already do.” 

“Yeah, well… then you’ll have more.” 

-

“Can you guys turn towards me a little?” Mickey asks, holding up his phone. “You’re gonna regret it, if you don’t.” 

You two do as he asked. 

“Perfect, thank you! And… propose.” 

-

“What are we in a movie or something? Geez,” you roll your eyes. 

“I’m gonna ask you now.” 

“Okay, shutting up now.” 

“Will you marry me?” 

“Can I think about it?” 

“What?” He asks with his eyes nearly popping out of his head. 

“I’m joking, you idiot. Of course, I will!” You throw your arms around his neck causing the two of you to fall back. 

The two of you start laughing. 

You push yourself off him, opting to lay on your side. 

“Oh shit.” 

“What?” 

“Where’s the ring?” 

“Right here,” answers Bradley, holding the ring box up for him. 

“Give it to me.” 

“No.” 

“Give it to me, chicken.” 

“See that, that right there is exactly why I won’t.” 

“I swear to-” 

“Shut up,” Natasha snatches the box from him and hands it to Jake. “Don’t be an idiot.” 

“I wasn’t,” Bradley pouts. 

“Sure, you weren’t.” 

Jake lifts your hand up and slides the ring on, kissing your knuckles. 

You give him an excited smile, wondering how you got so lucky and he’s doing the same. 

Your scooped up before you know it, squealing until you find yourself taller than everyone else. “Guys,” you giggle, “put me down.” 

“Nope,” a certain mustached man responds. 

“Nat? Help?” 

“Mickey’s getting a good shot of you up there,” she says, looking over said pilot’s shoulder.  

“We can do a better photoshoot tomorrow. Put me down.” 

“Can I have my fiancée back?” 

“After the old timer,” Penny pats Pete’s shoulder, “buys a round for everybody.” 

You all holler, shouting excitedly. 

-

“Not the whole bar, right?” Pete asks his girl. 

She smirks, “no, only a lucky few. I promise… as long as your phone doesn’t wind up on the bar top.” 

“You’re a cruel, cruel woman.” 

“I’ve gotta be stern when running a bar.” 

“I was hoping that wouldn’t apply to me.”  

-

“Alright, one round on the old man then we’re outta here,” Jake announces. 

Numerous “aw’s” and “boo’s” come his way. 

“We gotta go home and get the kids ready for school.” 

“Who knew Bagman could be such a softie?” Natasha adds. 

“You couldn’t have done this on a Saturday?” 

“Shut up, chicken.” 

“I’m just saying, you should have planned better.” 

“And we’re out of here.” 

-

You let out a soft chuckle, squeezing his hand as you two exit the bar. “Jake, I wanted to say by to everyone.” 

“I did too, but they pissed me off.” 

“You’re such an old man.” 

He lightly pushes you against the car door, “hey, I’m your old man, gorgeous.” 

You smirk, “that makes me your old lady?” 

“Or if you prefer, my gorgeous.” He kisses your cheek. 

“That’s a bit of an open ending, don’t you think?” 

“No because you can add anything you want to it.” 

“You’re such a sappy suck up,” you tell him before reaching up to peck his cheek. 

“Only for you.”

-

“I don’t know how they’re gonna react.” You glance over at the front door of your shared home. 

"We don’t have to get married right away.” 

You look over at him, “Jake…” 

“No,” he shakes his head. “It’s not just because of Maryanne and Edwin, alright. I want us to take our time and plan it. Invite the people we actually want to be there because I can tell you no one from my family would actually come. I mean, my sister might but… I want to make this a special day for us.” 

“I don��t want to argue about this, even though all I have to say is that I know whenever or wherever we have this wedding it will be special.” 

“Now who’s a sappy suck up,” he reaches over the middle console to cup your cheek. 

“What are we gonna do if the kids don’t accept this?” 

“We’ll figure it out. We always do.” 

“I don’t want you to be the one who’s hurt.” 

He shakes his head, “I won’t be. If I can be a part of their life in any other way, I’ll do it. And I get their hesitancy towards me. I do.” 

“I know you do and that’s so, so nice of you but you don’t deserve to be treated like this.” He rests his forehead against yours, “like I told you, I would do anything to be in their lives.” He pecks the corner of your mouth, “and yours.” 

Jake pulls back, staring into your eyes. His thumb brushes back and forth against your cheekbone. “Let’s go inside, yeah?” He knows he can only distract you from your worries for so long. 

You nod, not wanting to worry about this anymore. “Okay.” 

-

A month and a half ago…

The credits play across the screen. The sound is off because he muted the TV, wanting to talk to you. 

"It happened again," Jake sighs. 

You quietly groan to yourself, rubbing your face with both hands before slapping your thighs. You scoot yourself into an upright position, legs still resting in his lap, "I'm sorry, honey. I can talk to them again or-" 

"No, it's okay. I- uh-” He gulps, “I was thinking maybe I should go stay somewhere else for a few days." 

You shake your head, "no. No, absolutely not." 

He doesn’t say anything for a few minutes. "Our kids don’t care about me." 

You scoff through your nose, "they do. How could you ever think otherwise?" Your chest puffs out with every breath you take, your vision blurs as tears pool in your water line. 

He cups your cheeks, "they're not going to warm up to me because they think I'm trying to replace their deadbeat dumbass of a father, or they think I’m gonna be exactly like him and leave. They’re not ready to trust me." 

"They know you’re not trying to replace him," you weakly argue. 

"You could be right, but they won't listen to you because you’re mom." 

You sniff, "please, don’t leave." 

"I'm doing this to save yours and the kids relationship." 

"You staying here and being a part of the kids’ lives hasn't changed that." 

"But it will." 

This is it. It feels like it’s the end of your relationship, but you know it’s not. You refuse to believe that you two won’t find your way back to one another and have a better improved relationship with yourself and the kids. His bag falls to the ground. 

-

You take a step forward and rest your head on his shoulder, silently crying into his shirt, bunching it in your clenched fists, "Jake…" 

He shushes you, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you closer. His hand finds its way up to its rightful resting place, cupping your cheek, "hey, look at me. Look at me please.” 

You lift your head up, with wet cheeks. 

His thumb sweeps across your cheek, wiping away your tears, “you know I love you, right?" 

You don’t think you’ve ever heard him sound so emotional (except for when he told you about his past and his family, the day he asked to marry you, when he repeated what you said about moving in, and the first time he said I love you). "Course I do.” You lean in closer, whispering, “I love you so much." 

It feels like you’re sharing a secret (which you are about Jake’s departure… from the kids for the time being). 

"I'll text you when I make it to my place." 

You nod, "okay." 

Jake leans down, kissing you, reminding you of how much he loves you. He takes a step back, one hand on your back as he leans over to grab his bag. 

You two stare at one another with tears in your eyes (yes, even Jake’s on the verge of crying- or maybe he already is but your own tear-filled eyes blur your vision, preventing you from seeing so). 

His hand slides off your back after he opens the door. He steps outside, feeling like a stranger on the porch of his own home. Jake tries to walk away before things could get even more depressing. 

You reach out, hand squeezing his bicep, silently pleading for him to stay. “Be careful?” 

The corner of his lips tug upward into a farewell cocky smirk, “always am, gorgeous. Always am.” 

You watch as he gets in his car and wave him off (breaking your hearts into a million pieces). 

Jake disappears from you view and you stand there for a few seconds, unwilling to move because if you do, you’ll be home alone… you’ll be alone. 

You close the door, resting your forehead on the wooden frame. Your shoulders shake as you struggle to keep your cries quiet. You raise your hand, covering your mouth; whimpers escape you before you can even try and stop them. 

As much as you don’t want to, you make your way to your bedroom. You swear you hear your heart break when you walk in. It doesn’t look like much has changed but you know if you open your dresser drawers and check the closet, his clothes won’t be there. You won’t be able to admire his uniform or shake your head at the way he organizes his sock and underwear drawer. 

You try to not to think about the little things you’ll miss while taking of your shoes. You lay down on your side, bending your legs, curling into yourself. 

After about an hour of laying down, you text Penny. 

SoonToBeMrs.S 

Hey Pen Sent Read 1:58pm 

PickaPenny 

Are you alright? You only say my name when something’s happened Sent Read 2:00pm 

SoonToBeMrs.S

All good here. Can you pick up Maryanne and Edwin? Sent Read 2:00pm 

PickaPenny

You got it. Sent Read 2:01pm 

PickaPenny typing… 

-

“What are you doing here?” 

Jake turns around, his shoulders sag, “needed a drink.” 

“Why am I getting a text from your fiancé about picking up the kids?” asks Penny. 

He gulps, “I- uh- I’m gonna be out of the house for a while.” 

“Oh, I didn’t hear you were deployed.” 

“I’m not.” 

The bar owner looks back at him after giving another customer her drink. “What did you do?” 

“I didn’t do anything.” 

“Did you break it off with her?” 

“No, God no. Penny I-” 

“You what?” 

“I’m doing this to save the family relationship.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“The kids don’t like me.” 

“I don’t think that’s true.” 

“They don’t listen to a thing I say and when I pick them up from school, they don’t talk to me.” 

“Have you tried talking to them?” 

“Of course, I have.” 

“No, no. Not ask them questions, talk to them about the whole situation?” 

“I’ve tried but they won’t put in the effort to listen. And, yeah, I know they’re kids and that’s how they are, but I want them to know that I’m not trying to replace their bio dad and I want them to stop thinking I’ll leave ‘em just like he did. I just- I can’t get through to them. And I’m not going to be the reason they hate their mom for marrying someone they don’t like. I grew up that way. My mom married someone we weren’t all huge fans of, and he didn’t care. He never tried to talk to us, not even after mom died.” 

“Jake-” 

He takes out his wallet, setting a few bills down. “Don’t tell her you saw me.” 

“Fine,” she sighs. “Can you at least tell me where you’re staying?” 

“I’ll be crashing on Coyote’s couch for a few days.” 

“And then?” He shrugs, “see you around Penny.”  

-

You open your eyes, glancing over your shoulder to see Penny standing there, and jolt. “Jeez!” 

“Sorry, hon. I tried to be gentle, but you wouldn’t budge.” 

You push yourself up, “sorry. I take it since you’re here, you picked the kids up?” 

“No, I left them to run the bar.” 

“You’ve been hanging out with Pete for too long. His- whatever is rubbing off on you.” 

She scoffs, “oh, please. If anything, it’s me making him less of an old man.” She sits down beside your legs, rubbing your knee in a comforting manner. “I saw him earlier.” 

You don’t say anything, your eyes shift downwards. 

“He looked really upset.” 

“Did he?” 

“He already misses you and the kids.” 

“Yeah.” 

“Don’t give me that fake “I don’t care attitude”. I know you’re upset he’s gone but it’s not like you won’t see him. He just doesn’t want to come between you, Maryanne, or Edwin but he still cares about all of you and wants to help out.” 

You wrap your arms around your abdomen, “I know that.” 

“Why can’t you two talk it out?” 

“I’ve tried to have us talk but no one wants to listen.” 

“Okay, okay. Breathe.” 

“I am but- it’s all gotten so complicated.”

-

Penny leaves before dinner time. 

You finish preparing their plates, setting them on the dining table. “You two start eating, I’ve got to make sure my makeshift office space is ready after dinner.” 

“Where’s Jake? We always have dinner together,” says Edwin. 

You freeze, handing the two their utensils. “Oh- um- he’s got- he got caught up with work and won’t be here for a little while.” 

“Is he gonna be, okay?” Maryanne asks. 

You slowly stand up, giving them a sad smile, “yeah, yeah, he is.” You exit the kitchen. 

-

“Is mama not gonna eat with us since Jake’s gone?” Edwin asks his sister. 

“I don’t know, Eddie. I don’t like this.” 

“Same.” 

“After dinner we can watch a movie. Maybe mama won’t be so busy.” 

He nods, “okay.” 

“Go pick a movie.” Maryanne pushes her brother towards the living room and realizes what she said. “No Ice Age!” 

“Ice Age is a good movie!” 

-

A knock on your door gets you moving faster, you pat your face dry, hoping the bloodshot look will go away soon. “Come in, Maryanne.” 

“How did you know it was me?” 

“You and your brother have very different knocks.” 

“Obviously if you can tell who’s who when we knock. Do you want- were you crying?” 

“No, what makes you say that?” 

“Your eyes are puffy. Is it because of Jake? Did he make you cry?” 

You chuckle, “no, sweetheart.” 

“Well, then where is he?” 

“I told you; he has a few work things he needs to do.”

“If he’s leaving like dad just tell me, I can handle it.” 

You swoop her into a hug after seeing the way her bottom lip quivers. You take a step back, sitting on the edge of your bed. “No, no, no. He’s not leaving. He’s just- he doesn’t want to- he says he wants us to have a better relationship with one another.” 

“We already do.” 

“You think so?” 

She nods. 

You sweep the hair covering her eyes out of her way, “what do you think of him?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Do you like him?” 

“I… yeah.” 

“Do you not like, Jake?” 

“He’s nice and tries...” 

“Can I ask you why you two are hesitant on letting him into our life?” 

She doesn’t say anything. 

“Do you think he’s gonna be like your dad?” 

“I don’t want him to leave,” says Edwin from your bedroom door. 

You open your other arm, giving him room to squeeze in. “Did you like him?” 

“We both do.” 

“Eddie!” 

“I’m tired of you not telling mama what you mean. We both like him.” 

“You do?” 

He nods, “uh-huh. But we don’t want him to be like dad.” 

“Oh, he wouldn’t-” 

“Where is he now?” 

“...He’s giving us space because he thinks you don’t like him.” 

“We do!” He bounces around, “we do! Call him. Make him come home.” 

“We can’t make him come home, if he doesn’t want to,” Maryanne points out. “Can we call him tomorrow?” 

“We’ll see.” 

“Can we watch Ice Age now?” You chuckle, “I’m not leaving you alone with Jake again. He’s corrupted your movie likes and dislikes.” 

The kids run out of your room. 

You change into something a little comfier before exiting the room. 

Maybe there is light at the end of this tunnel. 

-

Edwin was the first to fall asleep, you went out next, leaving your little girl to be the sole survivor. 

She grabs her phone off the side table, going to her camera app. She angles herself closer and takes a selfie with the three of you. 

LittleDarlin 

*image* Miss you Sent Read 8:39pm. 

Jake puts his shirt on, checking his phone before winding down for bed. His heart starts to race a little when he sees it’s from his little girl. He opens the message and his heart melts. 

SouthernSavior 

Miss you too, darlin Sent Read 8:41pm. 

Shouldn’t you be asleep? Sent Read 8:42pm. 

LittleDarlin

Eddie put Ice Age on Sent Read 8:42pm. 

SouthernSavior

 Not a good excuse. Go to bed Sent Read 8:43pm. 

LittleDarlin typing… Can you come home? Deleted 

LittleDarlin

Night Jake Sent Read 8:45pm. 

SouthernSavior 

Night darlin Sent Read 8:45pm. 

Before Jake turns his phone off and puts it on the charger, he sets the photo as his lockscreen. 

-

Three days later…

A knock on the front door alerts you. 

You’re confused until you realize it’s a school day and pop out of bed, running out of your room. You check their rooms, finding neither of them there. “Not in the living room or kitchen,” you gasp. “The kitchen.” 

-

You run in, seeing your kids putting their dishes in the sink. “Was no one going to wake me up?” 

“You know Jake takes us to school,” Maryanne argues. 

“He does but with everything that’s going on, I didn’t know what we were gonna do.” 

“I’m still on school duty.” 

You scream, jumping just about ten feet in the air. You bring your hand up, placing it on your chest, “don’t. Do. That.” 

“I have to get your heart pumping somehow,” he answers you with that damn cocky smirk you’ve grown to love. 

“Yeah, and I can send you to work with a foot up your a-s-s.” 

“We can spell,” your daughters chimes in. 

“Pretend you can’t.” 

“Come on, d- Jake. Let’s go before we’re late.” 

The two try to walk past you, until you clear your throat. 

“What?” 

“Hug your mother, kids,” he says, standing beside you. 

Edwin rolls his eyes and sighs in a joking way before launching himself into your arms. 

Maryanne walks over to give you a quick hug before dragging her brother outside behind her. 

-

Jake hesitates to place his hand on your lower back. 

You turn, almost automatically curling into him. “Hey there, sailor.” 

“Still not a sailor but, hello to you too, gorgeous.” 

“Can we talk later?” 

“Is it a good talk or a bad talk?” 

“Depends, are you gonna listen to me or not?” 

“When don’t I listen to you?” 

You arch your brow. 

“Fine, I’ll listen.” He walks to the door when you remember something. 

“Oh, wait! Edwin has early day today.” 

“What time?” 

“Like Thursday.” 

He quietly groans to himself, “I won’t be able to pick him up.” 

“It’s okay. I planned on picking him up anyway. I just wanted you to know so you’re not sitting and waiting at the school for too long.” 

“Are you always this thoughtful?” 

There it is again. You give him a sarcastic smile, “are you always a pain in my ass?” 

“I’d like to think otherwise.” 

“In other words, yes.” 

“If that’s what you want to call me then fine.” 

A car honk alerts the two of you. 

“I gotta go. I’ll see you later, yeah?” 

“You can count on it. Bye, Jake.” You lean up and peck him on the lips. You aim to head back into the kitchen when you’re pulled back. 

He cups your cheek, pulling you closer, “is this, okay?” 

“I’d say it’s more than okay.” 

The corner of his mouth tugs upwards, “knew you could never resist me.” 

“Shut up and kiss me.” 

“Yes ma’am.” His other hand wraps around your waist, bringing you closer to him. 

You place your hands on his arms, one hand slides along his shoulders, stopping at the base of his neck. You scratch the back of his neck near the edge of his hairline. 

He slightly shivers pulling back; he pecks your pink, wet, and swollen lips. “I gotta go drop them off,” his voice comes out hoarse and quiet. 

You nod, “mmhmm.” 

“You can kiss later! We’ve gotta go or we’ll be late!” 

You cover your mouth, hiding your laughter. “You heard the girl.” 

“Hey, I didn’t start this whole thing.” 

“Neither did I.” 

“Let’s call it a truce and you go take the kids to school.” 

“I’ll see you later.” 

“Bye, hon.” 

“Bye, gorgeous.” 

-

You and Edwin do his homework before you put on a movie (yes, Ice Age) for him. You turn your head to see the mess in the backyard. 

You sigh, getting up off the couch to clean it up. You were doing good, making a lot of progress until you didn’t. 

You fall, landing on your shoulder. You know you’re screwed, the pain radiating in your arm is too much, but you can’t freak out because your baby boy will freak out which won’t solve anything. 

You push yourself off the ground (with great difficulty) and enter the house. 

“Eds,” you whisper, sitting beside him with your arm close to you. 

“Yeah?” he asks, slightly distracted by the movie. 

“Can you call Aunt Penny for me and hold the phone to my ear?” 

“Why?” 

“I fell.” 

“Are you okay?!” 

You shush him, “breathe, sweetheart. Breathe.” 

“Where’s your phone? Where’s your phone?” 

“Look at the table beside you.” 

“Okay, Penny… Penny… Aunt Penny? Mom wants to talk to you.” He holds the phone against your ear. 

“Pen? Hey… can you come over and drive me to the emergency room? I fell and broke something.”  

-

Jake rushes into the emergency center, frantically searching for you with Maryanne holding his left hand. He stops when he sees Penny waving, letting him know where you and Edwin are. 

He rushes over to the two of you while the poor little girl is being yanked over to your bed. He makes sure Maryanne can hold your hand and get close to you before he sets his hand on top of your head. “Are you okay?” 

“I will be if I can get out of here.” 

He checks over you, stopping when he sees your arm resting across your stomach, “what happened?” 

“I was in the backyard cleaning up-” 

“I told you I would do it.” 

“Yeah, and that was before you…” you trail off unsure of how to say it without making it sound mean, ‘before you left,’ yeah, not the nicest thing to say ever. 

“You could have called me. No, you should have called me.” 

You open your mouth to respond when Penny moves the kids away from the bed, having them sit in the seats (she grabbed earlier) giving you two more room to talk. 

He reaches down for your hand without looking, letting you squeeze his hand, knowing you aren’t taking any of the morphine or other pain medication (because you don’t like how you feel afterwards). He leans down, letting you turn your head into his chest, “why didn’t you call me?” 

“I didn’t know.” 

“Didn’t know what?” 

You look up at him through your wet lashes, blinking repeatedly so you can see him. “I didn’t know how we were. After this morning-” 

“Hey, hey.” He brushes the few loose strands that cover your face back, “we are never gonna change.” He pecks your forehead before turning around. 

-

He takes a step closer to Penny, whispering, “can you take them somewhere else? Ice cream? Hospital cafeteria? Wherever. I don’t want them to see their mom in anymore pain. I know, Eddie is gonna have a hard time when we get home but I’m not letting them see any more of this.” He pulls out his wallet. 

She places her hands on his stopping him, “you don’t need to do that. I’ve got it besides I’ve been wanting to show them a few shells I found the other day.” 

He lets out a breath of relief, “thank you.” 

“You can thank me by taking care of your wife.” She turns around, facing the two. “Come on, kids. We’re gonna go back to Aunt Penny’s place and look at the few seashells I found, and we can prank Pete. How’s that sound?” 

“We don’t want to leave our mom, Aunt Penny,” Maryanne whispers to the older woman. 

“I know but Jake thinks it would be smart if you two aren’t stuck in the emergency center for hours.” 

The young girl glances over at the two of you, watching how Jake is consoling you and trying to distract you from the pain. She looks back at Penny and nods, “okay. Can we text Jake and ask him when we can go home?” 

“Of course, we can,” she holds her hands out for the two to hold. 

Maryanne looks back to see nothing but love between the two of you. Maybe she was wrong, maybe Jake won’t be like her dad. 

He came just seconds after Penny called him and made sure that both of them could see and touch you. 

She feels bad for how she’s been treating him and knows what she needs to do.

-

“You should have called me,” he whispers into your hair. 

“I wanted to.” 

“Why didn’t you? You know I would have been there in a second. Well, maybe not a second but,” he smirks but you can see the worry on his face. 

You scoff, rolling your eyes, “don’t make me hit you.” 

He hums, “it seems to me like you can’t.” 

“I can do other things.” 

“Oh, yeah. Like what?” 

“Well, if I tell you then it won’t be a surprise.” 

He sticks his bottom lip out, “come on, you know you want to tell me.” 

“No, I really don’t.”

-

Jake hasn’t removed his arm from around your waist since you were released (after texting Penny). 

“You can let go now.” 

“I gotta make sure my girl is taken care of.” 

“You are by making sure I can get to my car.” 

“That was never the plan because that’s a, dangerous and b, penny took your car remember. Seems like you’re stuck with me, gorgeous.” 

“Jake,” you start, ready to complain. 

“No, no. Don’t give me that attitude. I’m making sure you get home back to the kids safely. End of story.” 

You say nothing as he opens the door for you, letting you take your time getting the car. 

Once your seated, he helps you with your seatbelt before running to the back, grabbing a pillow to place under your arm (that’s in a secure sling) but that doesn’t stop him. 

The drive back to the house was quiet, at least, between the two of you, there was music softly playing filling some of the silence.

-

He jogs around to the other side of car, opening the door. He reaches in to unbuckle the seatbelt. 

You scoot to the edge of the seat, swinging your legs out of the car. Jake holds his hand out for you to take. You slap your hand on his, “I’m gonna need a little help getting out. Take the pillow, first.” 

He carefully removes the pillow, tossing it to the driver’s seat. He lets you push yourself out before he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. 

You take a deep breath, staring at his collarbone (since your eye level with it), your eyes slowly trail up his neck, past his jawline and cheekbone. 

It feels like you’ve lost your breath as you stare into his eyes, reminding you of when you two first started dating. 

He moves your hand onto his shoulder before sliding his other arm to your waist, pulling you closer to hug you. He rests his head on your shoulder before tucking his head into the crook of your neck. 

You slide your hand across his shoulder, stopping at his neck, brushing your thumb vertically against the base of his hair, feeling the top of his spinal cord. 

The two of you wet the others shoulder with your salty, relief ridden tears. 

He pulls back, staring at you without wiping his cheeks. 

You reach up and wipe away his tears. 

He does the same for you. “Let’s get you inside, yeah?” He removes one arm to close the car door, locking it right after. 

-

He unlocks the front door, gently shoving you inside, following after you. 

You let out a quiet breath of relief, you were scared he was going to leave after hugging you. 

The kids run out of the living room, stopping in front of you. 

You bend down, letting them hug your good side with Jake telling them to be careful and not tug your neck. 

Maryanne steps away from you, telling Jake to bend down. She wraps her arms around his neck, giving him a hug. 

Edwin does the same. 

You wipe your cheeks, not wanting to cry even though this is what you’ve been waiting for.

-

Three months later...

Maryanne stands in front of you, “mama?” 

“Yeah, baby?” You turn to look at her, seeing how she looks down at the ground. You furrow your brows, “what’s wrong? Are you feeling, okay?” You place the back of your hand on her forehead. She pulls your hand away from her forehead and shakes her head. “Did you break something?” 

“No... I want to do something for Jake.” 

You nod, smiling (happy to know no one’s hurt or sick). “Okay, like what?” 

“I- we want to do something for him for… Father’s Day.” 

The smile slowly falls from your face, “oh,” you gulp. “Did you two have something in mind? And know that just because we’re getting married doesn’t mean that you have to do anything. I know we’ve had a hard time adjusting with one another,” you move the few strands of hair that fell off her face. “He would be happy with anything whether we do something or not.” 

She pouts, “I know but we want him to know that we like him and- and that we want him to be our dad.” 

“And how do you plan on doing that?” 

“Can he adopt us?” 

You lift your hand up, covering your mouth, shocked at her surprising request. 

“Mama?” 

You shake your head, blinking your eyes rapidly to prevent the tears from falling. You wrap your arms around her shoulders pulling her in for a tight hug. “Oh, my sweet girl.” You detach yourself from her, holding her by her shoulders, “that is more than okay, sweetheart. And you’re sure this is something you and Edwin want?” 

She nods as a smile tugs at the corners of her lips. 

“We should start now if we want it ready by then huh?”

-

The wedding was a small one with only Jake’s fellow pilots, WSO’s, and other navy members invited. You both invited his sister, but she was pregnant with baby number four and was unable to fly over.

She was kind enough to call and say that she and her husband would drive over, but it’d take too long for them to arrive. You assured her that it was okay, and she would be missed (you were so close to getting to hear embarrassing stories about pre-pilot Jake).

You didn’t let Jake see you before the wedding (much to his displeasure).

You walk down the aisle with Penny and Amelia walking you down the aisle. When you asked the girls, it easily became one of the most emotional moments when it came to planning the wedding, but you have no regrets (even if the few photos of you three walking down the aisle were of the Benjamin girls crying the entire time).

It was something else when you two were married by Pete.

And, of course, Maryanne was the most adorable flower girl ever making sure used all the petals in her basket and Edwin was a handsome ring bearer.

Thank God you didn’t assign anyone with this task because when Mickey and Logan were asking you a while ago, they showed you the website where you could rent a bear. Of course, this was a joke… you hoped anyway but they did redeem themselves by helping out with all the guy’s suits (after giving them the “mom” look).

Almost everyone- that’s a lie, everyone was crying, no matter how hard you tried not to, you did.

The water works got worse when Jake gave his vows. The man may be cocky as hell, but the man knows when to put his heart and soul into something.

-

Jake could barely keep his hands to himself when Pete said, “you may now kiss the bride.”

“More like devour the bride,” Bradley mutters. Jake pulls back, needing air, knowing you need the same.

“Can it chicken, you’re just jealous.”

The mustache man scoffs, prepared to say something else when Javy pulls him off to the side, handing him a drink. “To the happy couple!”

Javy and Bradley are the first to raise a glass. “To the happy couple!”

-

“To my stunning and gorgeous wife,” he whispers in your ear.

“And to my charmingly cocky husband.”

“I see how it is. I compliment you and you insult me.”

“It’s all part of my charm.”

“You weren’t this mean when we first started going out.”

“I didn’t want to show you my dark side.”

“Sure, you didn’t.”

“Okay, enough you two,” Penny takes your drinks from you two, “it’s time for the first dance.”

You let out a dramatic sigh, “if we must.”

“Prepare to have your heels knocked off your feet.”

You place your hand on his shoulder, “play on the usual phrase, I see you’ve been studying with Edwin.”

He smirks, “’course I have. I wanted to impress you.”

“Oh,” you chuckle, “impress me? I see.”

“No more talking, more dancing.”

-

The song ends and you feel light tugging and look down to find your babies standing there.

“Looks like it’s time for family’s first dance,” DJ Bob announces, adding airhorns.

“I’m never letting baby on board DJ for us again.”

“Oh, c’mon, he’s doing good. Leave him be,” you tell your husband.

“This is a special request coming from the shortest guy here this evening and no, I’m not talking about Fanboy.”

Reuben, Natasha, and Billy cover their mouths to prevent them from spitting out their drinks.

Pete, Penny, Amelia, and Callie shake their heads.

Logan and Bradley shake their heads.

Javy and Bringham hold Mickey back from going after a power-hungry DJ Bob and Neil grabs the camera before the photographer of the evening, can drop it.

An Ice Age remix comes through the speakers and you three look down at Edwin, who innocently shrugs, “what?”

You and Jake glance back at one another and shake your heads, dancing until your feet begin to hurt.

-

Javy and Bob help back the car with wedding presents while Jake puts the kids in the back, letting them get comfortable and fall asleep.

-

“Thank you, boys.” 

Javy gives you a rare, sweet smile, “anything for the newly Mrs. Seresin.”

Your lips quickly tug into an upward smile, “I haven’t heard that yet.”

“It feel weird?” “You know what? It doesn’t.”

“What doesn’t?” The man of the hour asks.

“Nothing.”

“And… we’re done. You two ready to go?” Bob interrupts.

“We are. Are one of you driving the car back to our place?”

“No, we’re gonna leave it here for the racoons to rip open and bring to you later tomorrow.”

“Just because you’re Jake’s friend, doesn’t mean that I won’t hesitate to kick your ass, Machado.”

Your husband wraps an arm around your waist pulling you back, “okay and that’s enough excitement for one day.”

“We’ll see you two there.”

Bob waves to you with his usual, adorable smile dancing across his lips.

-

You wave back before Jake holds you against the passenger door. “How do you feel?”

“Like I’m walking on air, husband of mine.”

“Glad to know I’m not the only one. Let’s go home.”  

-

The day after the wedding…

You and Jake sit beside one another on the couch, looking through your wedding album, taking a break from opening presets.

“Aw,” you point to the photo Maryanne sent him a while ago. “When did we take this?”

“Our little darlin’ sent me this when we were- uh-” Jake scratches the back of his head, “away from each other.”

“Oh… why didn’t you ever show me this? Send it to me.”

“Can I never have a cute family photo for myself?”

You sigh, “I suppose you can.”

He shakes his head, “don’t you be trying to guilt trip me now, gorgeous.”

“Me? Guilt trip you, never.” You flip to another page, “wow!”

“Guess the kid is as good with a camera on the ground like he is in the air.”

“Yeah, I’ll say. We are so using him for the kid’s birthdays.”

You can feel the vibrations of him chuckling behind you.

“Guess that means we save a few bucks.”

“Don’t tell me now that we’re married, you’re going cheap on me.”

He scoffs, “never… I just didn’t expect Fanboy to be so good.”

“Wow, no wonder he was hesitant to ask me.” You shake your head, setting the album on the table and see the last gift on the table is the big one. “This one is from the kids, but we have to wait until they wake up.”

“What?” Jake whines.

“Please,” you plead.

“Fine, fine. Stop giving me those “sex” eyes.”

You scoff, “I am not giving you “sex” eyes. If anyone is giving those eyes, it’s you.”

“Wow!”

“I know, it sucks when your words come back to bite you in the ass, right?”

“I know something else that can bite you in the ass.”

“God! We just got married and it’s like you’ve become ten times hornier within twenty-four hours.”

“You just have that effect on me, gorgeous.”

-

“Did he open it yet?” Maryanne asks, scaring the shit out of you two.

You and Jake scream, the latter lets out an oof. “What happened? Are you okay?”

He shakes his head, holding his stomach, “no.”

You cringe, realizing what you did. “Oh, honey. I’m sorry, are you okay?”

“My poor, beautiful abs.”

You scoff, smacking his arm, “you’re fine.” You turn to look at the kids, “and no he did not. I wanted you two to be here with us.”

They run over to the couch, sitting on each side of him.

You grab the rectangular, thin box, handing it to him.

“You not gonna help me with this one?”

You shake your head, trying to hide your smile, “no, this one’s all you, honey.”

He narrows his eyes at you before looking back at the gift, ripping the gift open. He tosses the box to the side, holding a large manilla envelope. He stares at it with furrowed brows, “what-”

“Just open it,” you tell him.

He carefully opens it, pulling out the document. He starts to read it, “what-” his voice cracks. Jake scoots forward, setting everything on the coffee table so he can cover his eyes.

“Aw, honey,” you start.

The kids stare at you with wide eyes, unsure if this is a good reaction or not. They scoot off the couch, standing in front of him, wrapping their arms around his shoulders.

He returns the gesture. “I know we had a hard time gettin to know each other in the beginning,” he lifts his head, staring back and forth between the two, “but did you two really have to make a grown man cry?”

“We made you cry?” Your daughter asks.

“You should have been worried if I didn’t cry.”

“Fair point.”

You rub the back of his shoulder.

He looks back at you, “how long have you known about this?”

“Too long. I’m just happy your late/ early Father’s Day gift finally made its way to you."

“This is a- okay, new rule, give the old man a little warning so I have time to prepare myself.”

“Nah,” you shake your head, “this is better. We get the raw emotions.”

“Shut up,” he shoves your thigh.

You smile, leaning back against the couch.

“Let’s a movie… not Ice Age,” he pulls Edwin closer, “whispering��, “we’ll watch it when the girls aren’t here.”

The young boy nods, giggling, “okay.”

Maryanne settles in on your side with Jake on your left, an arm wrapped around your shoulders and Edwin on his left.

“Oh, wait. We need popcorn,” says your daughter.

“Let’s go.” Edwin pulls her into the kitchen, preparing the movie snacks.

-

He pulls you closer. 

“I told you they like you.”

He doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, “okay, maybe you were right.”

“I was so right, darlin.”

“Look at you trying to copy my accent.”

“Honey, I pull that accent off better than you.”

“Oh, is that how we’re playing it?”

“You bet.”

“How about we cut this competition short?”

“Oh, yeah. How’s that-”

He cups your cheek, pulling you in for a kiss.

“We’re done- ew!”

You can’t help but smile as you two part from one another.

“Alright, kids. Settle in,” he tells them.

They return to their previous seats.

You rest your head against his shoulder.

This is exactly how you pictured it, the family life with Jake.  

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[nightgoodomens]

hi! just wanted to say that i love your blog!!

you actually changed a lot of my opinions on the Final Fifteen and how i had interpreted it before lmao

anyways- sorry that the fandom is pissing you off right now- that’s so valid actually. i love seeing aus and silly headcannons but some people just take things way too far- and if you get in too deep then you’ll forget what the show actually is…

but don’t stop creating!! i’m so happy you’re not planning on leaving 🙏 honestly having you and the others that recognize the insanity helps keep the rest of us sane too- it’s so refreshing seeing your opinions and things that i can agree with because it’s more true to the show :>

Hi! Thank you so much 🥰

This fandom changed a lot recently. I remember when S2 finished we were here creating posts how awesome every scene was, how much we love the characters, they love each other, finding clues, debating what could happen in S3. There was respect for the show, the creator, the actors, the story, and each other. We loved every single scene.

Now you post a compilation of Aziraphale’s heart eyes for Crowley, and a dickhead will add “he made Crowley his B****.” because nobody even remembers the show anymore, their brains are so rotten by fanom where there’s a need to reduce Crowley to nothing and humiliate him even though he did nothing to deserve the labels people are sticking on him, he’s literally the opposite of what the fandom says he is.

You will post “I think this might be the ending.” and you won’t see a debate with “Ohh maybe! Or maybe a little bit more like…” no, you will get “Obviouuuusly not because I AM right and THIS is what’s going to happen”.

You can’t post a funny idea because someone will go “Well OBVIOUSLY not because THIS idea is the only right one.”

You scroll randomly and the dash is filled with generally how Aziraphale is this badass who made Crowley his pet obsessed with him with zero respect for himself, who’s only purpose is running after Aziraphale and being pathetic for him, you will read how Aziraphale doesn’t think they’re an item or cares much really but he knows Crowley is obsessed with him, and you just have to block and leave because what the actual fuck.

What did people watch? Did we see the same show? The one where they’re shown loving each other, where Aziraphale was shown putting himself in trouble just so Crowley would come and rescue him, so they’d have an excuse to see each other and he was so cheerful when he did? Where he is flirty and so happy?

Where he spent whole season 2 looking at Crowley like at a picture and creating a BALL to dance with him, giving up his precious possession for him, so filled with love, meanwhile Crowley showed he cares for him and he will protect him because he loves him too, but he leaves the second Aziraphale pisses him off or doesn’t respect him, basically whole seasons showing they’re in love with each other which means they will do a lot for each other but there is always a line. Crowley is shown to be very independent and being anything but the ugly things people say about him.

Technically if so desperate to call one <list of those things> then they’d need to associate that with Az considering any show of love is <list of those things>. But somehow Crowley follows him once for a moment and gets labelled all the crap, how desperate/dependant/pathetic/slut etc he is, meanwhile Princess-save-me-and-I-will-give-out-my-possessions-for-you-and-try-to-make-you-swoon-with-a-ball-etc-Aziraphale doesn’t get labelled any of that crap and instead gets treated like some badass who owns Crowley. The actual fuck? Did they confuse which one is Az and which one is Crowley? Just so it is clear - I don’t think either deserve these things to be said about them. They’re in love! They’re flirting! They care for each other! That’s what it is, not… eh.

Suddenly Aziraphale isn’t a little flirt who wants to woo Crowley and loves him, wants to be rescued by him, coming up with things to make their love a little fantasy from the book, but still struggles with Heaven. He isn’t terrified of Crowley being destroyed. No, he is a badass who made Crowley his B**** and he will rule the world. Of course it’s meant sexually too, yikes. The fuck? The actual fuck? We are talking about Aziraphale heart eyes please save me Crowley? Aziraphale I’m making a ball so we can confess our love?

Suddenly Crowley isn’t independent, the serpent who introduced free will, strong in his beliefs who loves Aziraphale and hence protects him but walks out, out of respect for himself. No, he’s pathetic and will curl up and die without Aziraphale and just wants to be used and controlled by him. It’s all meant sexually too, yikes. What the fuck!? He’s strong and independent, hates to be controlled, and snaps and protects yet people make him nothing. He literally showed thorough the show and especially at the end that he would never be anybody’s “bitch”.

That’s literally Crowley’s WHOLE thing!

But everywhere it’s all just pathetic/wet/whore/slut/obsessed/bitch. Jesus Christ. Are any scenes bringing joy and heart eyes anymore, because it looks like everything was reduced to nothing. There’s no more “omg they love each other so much” “look at the heart eyes” “omg that’s so romantic” no it is all “obviously this means this one is a whore and this one is his owner” the fuck. “This means they’re fucking, this means this one is a slut, this means he’s a virgin, this means this one is experienced, this means this one is a Dom/Sub…” the fuck, the fuck, the actual fuck.

I need fucking lobotomy.

It’s sad what happened.

Shitting on Crowley and assassinating his character? Making Aziraphale who he isn’t? Totally cool! Posting things that actually associate with canon and don’t reduce characters to nothing or switch their personalities? Ew no.

At this point it is disregarding everything that happened in canon to “prove” something that’s obviously not true. Or latching onto one tiny thing and blowing it out of proportion to “prove” a point while ignoring the 100 things that proved otherwise. Or twisting things so hard it doesn’t even make sense. It’s frustrating.

It’s exhausting.

Sorry for the rant, anon. I used the excuse. I feel better and hope it will make a few others feel better better too 😂 I think I ranted enough that I won’t need to anymore.

Back to posting all the gorgeous stuff!

And creating!

Love ya 💕

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers CHAOS LINEAGE ー Subaru [09]

Monologue

Taken there by Laito-kun,

Subaru-kun and I headed for the living room,

where everyone else had already gathered as well.

I thought that Carla-san,

wanted to talk to me alone,

but perhaps that is not the case after all.

While Carla-san looked somewhat surprised,

when he saw Subaru-kun,

he did not seem to particularly mind his attendance, as he began to speak.

Carla: ーー It should be obvious what I want to talk about.

Quite some time has passed since we welcomed Eve into our manor, but I have yet to experience any developments towards becoming the Supreme Overlord.

Eve does not seem to show any changes either.

I am fairly positive that the path towards becoming Supreme Overlord will open to us once she has fully ‘ripened’ as Eve, but her blood still smells as foul as ever.

I do not notice anything different about her either.

Yui: ( I’m pretty sure I smell bad to him because Subaru-kun sucked my blood. )

( That’s why a Founder such as Carla-san perceives it as ‘foul-smelling’. Seems like he has forgotten all about that though. )

( He can wait for me to ‘ripen’ all he wants, my blood will never be delicious to him. )

Carla: At present, we have not been able to obtain any new information on the Supreme Overlord or Eve, while the situation remains stagnant as well.

However, I can only assume that the other Houses will continue their assault. In which case, we must make a move forward as well.

That is why I have decided that I will keep Eve by my side in hopes of triggering some kind of evolution.

Subaru: Wha...!?

Yui: Eh!?

Carla: Do you understand, Eve? From today onwards, you shall start living in my room.

Subaru: Oi! Why are you decidin’ this without our approval!?

Laito: So that means you’ll keep her all to yourself?

Kou: Carla-kun, you’re so lucky~

Azusa: If Carla wants to become the Supreme Overlord, that might be the quickest way to do so...

Carla: Yes, exactly.

While I am taking a chance by betting on a method which has zero evidence backing it up, as long as we do not have any clues, I believe I have no other choice but to test out all possibilities.

It is my destiny to rise to the top and govern over the Vampire race, and to do so I will do anything at my disposal to become the Supreme Overlord.

Yui: ...Ugh.

( Anything as his disposal...I guess he’s so obsessed with the title because he’s a Founder? )

( Even if he doesn’t remember, he might still be the same person deep down, just like Subaru-kun was. )

Carla: Subaru, do you understand? From this moment onwards, your supervising duty has been officially revoked.

Subaru: Cut the crap...So in other words, I gotta hand her over to you?

Carla: What do you mean? Eve was never yours to begin with.

*Rustle*

Subaru: Not in a million years. I’m not lettin’ you have her.

Carla: I beg your pardon? Could it be that you are after the title of Supreme Overlord yourself?

Subaru: Supreme Overlord? I don’t give a damn ‘bout that shit!

I mean, you’re over here obsessin’ over that stupid title like a fool but do you even know what the title holds?

Carla: ...Excuse me?

Subaru: As soon as you realized her blood tasted bad to you, you should have started by askin’ yourself the question whether you’re even Vampire at all.

Yui: ...!

( Don’t tell me, he’s going to reveal to everyone that their memories have been altered? )

( And that my blood tastes bad to him because he’s a Founder and not a Vampire... )

( I guess that might be a good plan. If we address it to everyone right now, it might bring forth some kind of change. )

Carla: What are you saying all of a sudden?

Subaru: You heard me. You really don’t feel as if somethin’ is off ‘bout your current self?

Like how you’re actin’ as our ‘older brother’, or what exactly you’re fightin’ for.

Carla: Hmph. Such an odd thing to say. I simply cannot understand where you are getting at.

Yui: ( Carla-san doesn’t seem shaken up. He must be very confident that he’s a Vampire. )

Subaru: Once again, I really think you should be a lil’ more doubtful of your own memories and this fucked up World!

*Thud*

Carla: ...

Subaru: ...Laito, Kou, Azusa. Her blood smells sweet to the three of you as well, doesn’t it?

Laito: Guess so.

Kou: Yeah, it makes me thirsty.

Azusa: Yeah, me too...

Subaru: Did you hear that, Carla? Seems like you’re the one who thinks her blood is disgustin’.

Carla: ...And?

Subaru: That’s because you’re not a Vampire like we are! You’re a Founder!

Carla: ...I was wondering what you would come up with.

Oi, Azua. Do you understand what Subaru is trying to say?

Azusa: Well...

Laito: Ah, could it be that Subaru-kun has fallen in love with Eve~?

Kou: Ah, I get it now! Subaru-kun doesn’t necessarily want to become Supreme Overlord, but he just wants Eve all for himself~

Carla: In other words, you have been blinded by Eve? Are you trying to confuse us?

Subaru: ...Che. It’s no use. It doesn’t seem like he’s willin’ to listen to what we have to say.

Yui: Yeah...I don’t think any of them sense anything strange about their own memories right now.

Subaru: Fuck!

Carla: Either way, I understand very well that you do not intend to let me have Eve.

In which case you leave me no other choice. I will simply have to take her by force then.

*Cling*

Subaru: He drew his sword...! Step back, Yui!

Yui: ...!?

Carla: Subaru. It is not too late just yet. If you obey and hand her over, I shall forget about everything you said just now.

You are still my younger brother after all.

Subaru: ...But I’m not? I thought a Founder would know better than to continue spoutin’ such bullcrap.

Carla: Come again?

Subaru: You’re not gettin’ her!

*Woosh*

Carla: Hmph. I cannot believe you would be as impudent as to throw a knife at me...I suppose you truly want to bare your fangs at me.

ー Carla strikes him down

Subaru: Kuh, you...!?

Carla: You shall learn that the punishment for betrayal is a big one. You fool.

Subaru: Who’s the fool here, huh!? Is this the best you can do now that you’ve forgotten ‘bout your own identity as a Founder!?

*Clang*

*THUD*

Carla: ...Ugh.

Subaru: Damnit! This won’t work!

Yui, let’s run! Now’s our chance!

Yui: Yeah, Subaru-kun!

Monologue

After clashing swords with Carla-san,

Subaru-kun managed to fend him off for just one moment.

Using that opportunity, we grabbed hold of each other’s hands.

And dashed off just like that.

Away from this fake familyーー

ー The scene shifts to a cave

Yui: ...Hah...Haah, haah...

Subaru: ...Haah.

*Thud* 

Subaru: ...It doesn’t seem like they’re comin’ after us. I just hope nobody saw us flee over here.

Yui: I wonder why they won’t come after us...?

Subaru: They might be shaken up. 

Even if they don’t believe any of what I said, I’m pretty sure Laito and the others also had their suspicions about the taste of your blood.

Yui: Now that you mention it, while the two of you were fighting, all they did was watch from the side.

Subaru: Since he didn’t order them to attack me, Carla might have been somewhat in panic as well.

I can never tell what that guy’s thinkin’ though.

...I just hope we can rest up a bit here.

Yui: ( Ah! There’s blood seeping through his shirt! )

Did you get hurt perhaps...!?

Subaru: It’s just a scratch. I’ll be fine as long as I rest up a little.

Yui: But it looks really painful. It won’t stop bleeding either...

The wound might have opened up from the sudden movement! Show me!

*Rustle*

Subaru: Ah, oi! Cut it out...!

*Rustle*

Yui: ーー Aah, I knew it. The fabric’s drenched in blood.

Your old injuries must have opened up again.

Subaru: Most of them were almost fully healed, so it’s no big deal.

Yui: ( That’s a lie. The wound’s wide open again. His stamina has surely gone down as well. )

Subaru-kun, suck my blood. Even if it won’t heal them, it should help you feel a bit better, right?

Subaru: I can’t do that. I won’t be able to control myself once I get started. I’m just not confident in my ability to hold back right now.

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→ It’s for your sake (♡)

Yui: I’ll be fine. You haven’t sucked my blood in a while.

I want to do something for you. I want to actually do something for you as well, rather than always be the one getting protected.

Subaru: ...

Yui: So please let me do anything I can?

Subaru: What are you sayin’...? Don’t come cryin’ to me afterwards.

→ That’s fine (🖤)

Yui: That’s fine. Even if it kills me...

Subaru: Idiot, what are you sayin’...!? I won’t let that happen.

Yui: But if it’s to save you...

Yui: Don’t worry. I’m begging you, Subaru-kun. Have my blood.

I don’t want you to have to suffer all alone. As your girlfriend, I want to share the pain with you.

Subaru: Haah...You really are unbelievable. Always sayin’ the most outrageous things.

Well, I guess I can’t protect you if I don’t do somethin’ ‘bout these injuries. Now’s not the time to be sayin’ such things. 

Am I really that much of a loser that I can’t even hold back? I’ll show you that I’m perfectly capable of controllin’ myself.

*Rustle*

Subaru: ...I’ve made my choice. You’re ready for it as well, right?

Yui: Yeah, come here.

*Rustle*

On certain CGs, little black roses will appear on the screen. If you click on them, you get an extra line of dialogue.

“You’re shakin’. Are you alright? Don’t endure the pain and just tell me if it hurts, ‘kay? ...Although I might not be able to stop, even if you ask me to.”

“Nn...Haah...What makes your blood so incredibly sweet and hot?”

Subaru: ...Don’t go faintin’ on me ‘cause it feels too good, ‘kay? Don’t leave me alone. Hah, nn...Phew.

Yui: Nn...Aah...

Subaru: ...Nnh, nn...Hah...

*Rustle*

Yui: Ah...

( His fangs are sinking deep inside me... )

Subaru: ...Nn, kuh...

Yui: ...Ah, Subaru-kun...

Subaru: ...Haah...Your blood...It really does taste sweet.

Yui: Nn...You can have some more.

( Please, may my blood...help soothe his pain. )

Subaru: Idiot! Don’t entice me with those sweet moans! I seriously won’t be able to stop!

Yui: I don’t mind, if it’s you...

( I mean, he’s sucking my blood so gently, making me feel good... )

( My body feels hot, like I’m floating...Almost as if I’m dreaming. )

Subaru: But I do mind. I want to treasure you even more than I treasure myself...

*TIMESKIP*

Yui: And? Did it help you feel better?

Subaru: Yeah. I’m in a way better mood than before as well.

Yui: You did manage not to suck too much after all. I had faith that you would be, you know?

Subaru: Listen, don’t you think you’re bein’ a little too carefree now? My thirst hasn’t been quenched at all. 

Yui: Eh? Is that so? Then I don’t mind if you have some more...

*Rustle*

Subaru: Idiot! Why are you exposin’ your skin!? I said it’s enough!

Yui: R-Really...?

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: ( I don’t think he needs to hold back though. )

Subaru: We can’t sit here like this forever, can we? We have to discuss what we’ll do next.

Yui: Yeah, you’re right.

Subaru: Carla will definitely come for us to steal ‘Eve’.

Even without his original memories, he’s still got a big-ass ego, and he’s got his sights set on becomin’ the Supreme Overlord. 

Yui: Carla-san is a Founder, so in an actual fight, he’d be a force to be reckoned with.

Subaru: Yeah. With his memories gone, he didn’t seem to try to use his Founder powers.

Yui: Those are linked together?

Subaru: Beats me. I think it’s just that you need to have an awareness as a Founder, or else you won’t think of tryin’ to use them, right?

But we’re up against four people. Founder or not, if I try to face them head-on, I’d stand no chance.

Yui: ...I’m sorry.

Subaru: Hah? Why are you apologizin’ out of the blue?

Yui: I mean, if you hadn’t protected me, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt so you would have had an easier time facing them...

Subaru: Idiot. If I hadn’t taken that bomb for you, my memories wouldn’t have returned, right?

So don’t apologize. How am I supposed to react when the whole reason I ran away was to keep you safe? 

Yui: ...Yeah, guess you’re right. Then let me thank you instead. Thanks.

Subaru: Yeah. Don’t ever put the blame on yourself again, ‘kay?

Yui: ( Fufu. He really is so kind. )

Hey, I wonder how big this cave is?

And how far have we made it?

Subaru: Good question. It honestly might be safer to try and find shelter at one of the other Houses rather than running far away.

Yui: But the other Houses are also out to get Eve...They’re after me, right?

Subaru: The Orange House...won’t work. We only just faced them after all. I’m pretty sure Ayato is still enraged about it.

We could try to head back, puttin’ all our hope on Laito rememberin’ everythin’ but the chances of that are pretty slim.

Yui: Then...

Subaru: Reiji always knows how to keep his head cool, so we might just have a shot at the Scarlet House.

Shuu’s over there as well. If we play our cards right, they might just shelter us.

...Well, they might not take my words seriously.

Yui: That’s not true, Subaru-kun. You’re actual brothers after all.

Subaru: You say that, but our family has always been different from the Mukami’s or the Founders.

Yui: ...Even so, I’m sure that you’ll connect somehow. Don’t worry. Let’s have faith in the power of family! (1)

Subaru: The power of family, huh...? Don’t make me gag.

Yui: But...

Subaru: I know! It’s not like we’ll get any further by hidin’ in here.

I guess we can go see Reiji. Off to my shitty older brothers.

Yui: ...Yeah! I’ll follow you anywhere.

Subaru: Yeah, I know.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー 

Translation notes

(1) Literally she says ‘genuine bonds/connections’ but that sounded kind of dry in English, so I went for a less literal but more natural-sounding translation.

[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader : ME OR HER PART 2

A/N: Read part 1 here & the Instagram AU here.

Featuring the one and only @hoodharlow 💖

When you left, Jack swore you took his heart with you. It’s been three years and till this day he still thinks about you, and he wonders how you’ve been.

He tried to get you back that night, he really did. But you made it your mission to cut all ties with him the moment you left. He would ask Nicky Jam about you, but had made it clear that it wasn’t his place to say anything concerning you or your music, so Jack just stopped trying to search for you all together.

It’s like you were erased, he tried looking for you on social media but he found nothing, he thought maybe you had changed your name if you decided to continue with your music, so he wouldn’t even know how to search for you.

He’s hurt, rightfully so. He can’t believe you would just walk away from him like that, like nothing mattered. But then again, maybe he should’ve stood up to his manager and set her straight.

He still carries the box with him. He still carries you in his broken heart. Because no matter what, he truly believes you were the love of his life.

“Jack, are you even listening to me?” Neelam breaks him out of his thoughts.

He rolls his eyes “Yes, you’ve been over the plans three times already.”

“Ok so get your shit together, and please, put that thing away.” Neelam points at the box he has in his palm. “It’s been three years, either sell it or throw it away, she’s not coming back.”

Jack glares “Yea because you made it your mission to push her away.”

“I didn't do anything, she chose all on her own.”

There’s a knock on the door “She’s here.” Urban says opening the door to the conference room.

Jack stands and nods “About time, I should’ve done this a long time ago.”

“Hello Jackman, nice to see you again.” A woman’s voice says as she walks into the room.

Jack nods “Blanca, always a pleasure.”

Neelam stands to look at her then back at Jack, she rolls her eyes “I told you, another little Mexican girl, and you’re still crying about the one that got away.”

“Excuse me?”

Neelam waves her hand in a dismissive way “No need to keep a conversation with me, I’ll get you the NDA papers to sign.”

Blanca laughs “Girl you are either stupid or slow, I’m not one of his girls, pendeja. I’m here to take your place.”

Neelam looks confused “I’m sorry what?”

Blanca smiles and extends her hand towards her “Blanca Hood, not so nice to meet you. Oh by the way, you’re fired.”

She laughs “She’s joking right? Jack, tell me this little girl is joking.”

He shakes his head “No, she means that. I should’ve put an end to your crap years ago.”

“Are you seriously still mad about that? Are you really going to get rid of me over the Mexican? Just because I made a few cleaning jokes? Come on, if she wouldn’t be doing music right now, I’m pretty sure that’s what she would be doing, scrubbing toil-“ Neelam doesn’t get to finish her words because she quickly falls to the floor due to someone punching her straight across her jaw.

“You racist bitch.” Blanca says and goes to take the seat Neelam was just sitting on. “You did my girl dirty, and I applaud her for how strong she is, but she should’ve also laid your ass out. Now me? Yeah I’m not taking any form of disrespect.”

“I will press charges against you for putting your hands on me.” She yells, touching her jaw.

“Go for it, I’ll do the same.”

“I didn’t even touch you.”

Blanca smiles “We know that, but the cops won’t. Pack your stuff and get out, unless you want me to bring my dog and have him drag you by your ugly ass hair.”

Urban chokes on his drink and starts laughing “I’ll walk you out Nee.” He says and takes her out of the room.

Now it’s just Jack and Blanca, his new manager, alone in the conference room.

“I don’t know how you or Y/N put up with the disrespect.”

Jack is confused “Wait, you know Y/N?”

Blanca nods “That’s my girl, her little sister is a fan of 5SOS- my husband’s band. I met her a few years ago at one of their shows, We've been friends ever since.”

Jack nods “So she told you about me?”

“No, not really, all she said was that she ran into you once and your manager wasn’t so welcoming.”

“Hmm, we did more than run into each other.” Jack scoffs

“I put two and two, but if she signed then she really couldn’t tell me anything else right?”

He nods “yeah.” He smiles “So how is she?”

Blanca shakes her head “Nope, I’m not telling you, you can ask her yourself when you see her.”

Jack looks up at her words “What do you mean?”

“You’re both performing at next month's festival in Miami. I’m obviously going to watch her set, so I made sure you’re free during and after.”

“Does she know I’m performing there too?”

“I’m pretty sure since your name is the first one on the flier.”

“I looked at the flier, she’s not on it.” Jack says confused.

Blanca smiles “Her manager is a close friend, she managed to book her for it. Now go look at the comment I pinned under your picture.” Blanca tells him as she tosses her phone into her bag and gets up from her seat.

“What? How? I’ve looked for her on social media and ended up with nothing.” Jack says surprised.

“She has a burner account, one which I’m pretty sure she has you and your entire team blocked. She just made that one, so enjoy it. I have to go check on some stuff with Chris, so you do whatever it is broken boys do.”

Blanca heads out the door and not even seconds pass by and Urban is storming into the room “Did you see? Y/N commented under your post.”

Jack nods but is frozen, he can’t believe he’s staring at you even if it’s through a screen.

You barely have any pictures up so he doesn’t know if you’re married or with kids. For all he knows, you’re probably living a married life with the white picket fence.

“She did it.” Jack says proudly, looking at the most recent video you had posted of a performance.

But he can’t help but feel somewhat bitter.

He wished he was there besides you. He wishes he was there cheering you on just like you used to do numerous times for him.

“Well what are you waiting for? You’ve been searching for her non stop, you got your opening. Reach out.” Urban tells him.

“Blanca said we’re both going to attend the festival next month in Miami, I think i’ll just wait until then.”

“What? Are you crazy? You’ve been missing her since she left and you’re going to wait a month to talk to her?”

“I don’t know what to say, my feelings are mixed. I’m happy I got to see a glimpse of what she’s doing but I’m still hurt she left like that. She blocked all of us, she blocked me, she erased me from her life. I’m just supposed to reach out and be happy about that.”

Urban rolls his eyes “So do all that, get mad at her, talk it out with her. But dude come on, she’s finally reaching out because she commented under your picture.”

Jack shrugs, “I just need to get all my thoughts together before I talk to her, get my feelings in order.”

“You’re an idiot, meanwhile I’ll reach out because I missed my wing woman” his best friend tells him and walks out the room.

This was something Jack has been waiting for for sometime now.

He should be happy to finally see what you've been doing. Yes, he’s happy that your music career is up and going but he feels bitter, he should’ve been there alongside you through it all.

He wonders if you struggled, if you felt any type of regret with the decision you took all those years ago.

Do you miss him like he missed you?

Do you still love him like he loves you?

All different thoughts and feelings were being brought up all at once and he doesn’t know what to do.

But he’ll have to figure something out soon because just then a direct message from you comes in and has him freezing up.

Y/N : Hey superstar ⭐️ long time no talk, how are you?

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[thegettingbyp2]

Hi!! I hope you’re having a great day today! <3 Mind if I submit a request for Knoxville please? An angsty fic with the prompt: “You're nothing special," “That’s your opinion.”

You Don't Know Me

You have absolutely no idea what you’d done to offend him but from your first day on set, you knew that Johnny Knoxville hated you. He would always make sure to leave if he saw you approaching or, if it was a circumstance where he wasn’t able to leave, he would roll your eyes at pretty much anything you said, always trying to out-do you at any opportunity he could find. In fact, the only time he would actually show any warmth towards you would be when the two of you were in front of the camera, filming a scene.

Today, however, you’d had enough. You were tired of constantly feeling like crap every time you were around him so you decided that it was time to finally confront him about it. You took the opportunity while you were all on a break to visit him in his trailer so you would be able to talk without anyone overhearing.

When Johnny opened the door after you’d knocked gently, his face dropped. ‘What is it?’ he asked monotonously.

‘Hey, can we have a word?’ you asked, the tone of your voice making it clear that there was no room for argument. With a heavy sigh, Johnny opened the door slightly wider and stepped aside to let you in, closing the door heavily behind you.

‘What did you want to talk about, I have somewhere to be,’ Johnny said, leaning against the door, clearly eager to get away from you as quickly as possible.

‘What’s your problem with me?’ you blurted out.

‘Excuse me?’ Johnny asked, a smirk slowly creeping its way onto his face.

‘What’s your problem with me? I haven’t done anything to you but since the first day on set you’ve been awful to me and I don’t understand why!’

‘Oh, that must be so hard for you. There’s finally someone who doesn’t fall at your feet, ready to do anything for you,’ Johnny sneered as he turned around to grab the door handle, making to leave. ‘Newsflash, sweetheart, you’re not that special,’ he said over his shoulder.

Without thinking, you cleared the gap between you and Johnny in four big steps, your hand shooting out to slam against the door, closing it once again. The smell of Johnny’s aftershave filled your nose and you fought to keep your eyes open. ‘That’s your opinion.’ You replied, staring him down. ‘You don’t know me, you don’t know anything about me. You just don’t like me because of whatever first impression you got when you first met me.’

All of a sudden, you found that your positions had been switched and you were now pressed up against the door with Johnny’s body pressing against you. ‘You think I don’t know you? Sweetheart, I’ve met plenty of girls like you, I know exactly what you’re like, and more importantly, what you like.’

[mcl4r3n]

dando pre-slash h/c after lando's break up announcement

for @landoisokay <3

-

Daniel wishes he smoked. He doesn’t, has only ever lit a dart a couple of times when he thought he could fit in with the cool kids better, but he hates how it tastes, and considering how much cardio Michael makes him do, it just would be terrible for him overall. 

But sometimes he wishes he did, if only to give him something to do with his hands, if only to give him an excuse to step away from everyone and everything for a few minutes. 

Not that that stops him from pulling away, anyway. It’s an exceptionally cold day in Zandvoort and he’s still dealing with the news breaking about his leaving McLaren. He really doesn’t want to talk to anyone. 

He finds a spot in the paddock that’s blessedly quiet, which is rare considering that it’s media day, but he really can’t be arsed to care right now. He needs to be alone. 

Except when he turns his head to the left, he sees Lando sitting on the ground a bunch of meters away from him, looking as dejected as he feels, which makes no sense. He’d think that Lando would be in the garage or something, probably relishing in the fact that his position as first driver has been solidified. 

Daniel wants to ignore him. Sure, they’ve become better friends over the year, but Lando is still his main competitor. He clenches his jaw. He’s better off not paying him any attention. They haven’t even spoken properly since the news was announced. 

But then Lando sniffles, peering at his phone, and that’s when Daniel’s phone goes off, the notification that Lando’s posted something new in his stories appearing on his screen. Yes, he does have Lando’s notifications on. Sue him. They’re friends. 

So Daniel opens the story up and sees the announcement: I wish her the world and have so much respect for her and all she does as such an amazing and strong women with nothing but kindness. 

Ah, Christ. 

Pls respect our decision and respect our but more Importantly and especially her privacy moving forward. Thank you for your endless support.

Daniel locks his phone. Now he really can’t ignore Lando. 

“Hey,” Daniel calls out, and Lando looks up, then sees Daniel. His expression goes from shocked to shuttered in the span of a few seconds. 

“Hey,” Lando replies, and then fiddles with his phone. The endless pings of notifications seem to cut off immediately. He pockets his phone, and looks away. 

Daniel pushes himself up, makes the short trek to stand next to Lando. 

“Is it okay that I’m here?” Daniel asks.

Lando only sighs, lifts one shoulder up in a shrug, and nods to the spot beside him. He’ll take it. 

Daniel plops down next to him with very little grace, and knocks Lando’s shoulder with his. 

“I’m sorry,” Daniel says. “I just—yeah. I saw.” 

Lando lets out a wet little sob-laugh. “How the hell did you—“

Daniel waves his phone around a little. “Notifs on.” 

“Ah,” Lando says. “That’s—yeah. Didn’t think you would.” 

They sit in silence for a long while because Daniel hasn’t ever been great at comforting people after break ups, especially when he doesn’t know the details in the first place. He just knows that Luisa made Lando happy, and had a chance to meet her a couple of times. 

“D’you—I dunno, d’you wanna talk about it?” 

Lando sighs again. “I don’t wanna—you have enough on your plate. It’s fine. You don’t have to like—pretend or whatever.” 

Daniel nods, figures it’s fair that Lando would think this was pity. 

“To be honest mate, I feel like listening to your shit would give me a chance to stop thinking about my shit, so I’m actually being selfish in asking. But it’s cool too if you’d rather not.” 

Lando’s mouth curls up in a wry little smile. 

“I’m gonna—miss this,” Lando says quietly. 

“Huh?” 

“This whole—you don’t bullshit me,” Lando replies. “Everyone else has been just like—It’s okay, she didn’t deserve you, you didn’t deserve her, all that crap. You’re just. . .  you just wanna know. I appreciate that, I guess.” 

Daniel huffs an exhale through his nose. “That’s me, Mr. I’m Your Therapist For The Next Five Minutes.” 

Lando nods again. He wrings his fingers into a tangle. Daniel sees three spots of raw skin, obviously from where Lando’s bitten through the hangnails. 

“I dunno mate, I thought we were good, but I guess I’m a shit boyfriend or whatever.” 

“This sport eats you alive,” Daniel replies. “It’s hard to like—“ he gestures with his hands. “Juggle everything.”

“I thought it was going okay,” Lando says. “We were both really busy, and I wasn’t—like, I don’t know. Stupid. Like, stupid to get jealous over shit. Stupid to be angry about her not being able to fly out. Stupid to get mad at her for being pissed that I wasn’t giving her enough attention.” 

Daniel is painfully aware of how difficult it actually is trying to maintain a relationship while also just fucking—trying to drive well weekend after weekend. 

“Some people are built for it, and some aren’t, mate, that’s just how it goes.” 

“Yeah,” Lando says. He brings his thumb to his mouth again, dry skin between his teeth, and despite Daniel having the same problem, he still reaches out and takes Lando’s hand and rests it back on Lando’s thigh. 

“Your hands are fucking filthy,” Daniel says. Lando snorts under his breath. His hand is still firm on Lando’s. 

“You’re one to talk,” Lando replies. He uses his other hand to tap on Daniel’s short-as-fuck nails. 

“Well, I’m jobless next year, so I think I get a pass,” Daniel says, nudging him with his shoulder. 

Lando sobers up real quick after that. Crap. 

“I’m sorry—about that—“ 

“Nah, that’s—it’s not on you,” Daniel waves off. “It’s—eh. Just. It’s fine.” 

Lando sighs, moves his hand away in order to rest his weight on both hands behind him. He closes his eyes and tilts his chin up to the sky. Somewhere, a breeze blows through. 

“The fucking pair of us, eh,” Lando says. 

“Yeah.” 

“I didn’t—I don’t want this, you know,” Lando says softly. Daniel looks up to see Lando looking at him, piercing blue-green, wide and shining and sincere. “I—we weren’t great, and you dealt with a lot this year especially, but I thought—I thought you’d have more time. To fix it.” 

Daniel tilts his chin to his chest, the words washing over him. 

“We both lost something thinking we still had time to fix shit,” Daniel replies. “Never know if that’s true or if these things are just meant to happen.” 

“No way to know,” Lando says. 

“Did you know? That the breakup was coming?” Daniel asks. God, he really wishes he had a cigarette or a vape or something to like—just have something to do. Quell the buzz of anxiety that’s coursing through him. 

Lando pulls his lower lip between his teeth, and starts shaking his head, before it turns into a reluctant nod. 

“I gave her the option,” Lando says. “We had a really bad fight and like, we’ve been on the rocks for months now, and we didn’t talk for a while, and I just—I didn’t wanna keep making things harder for us both. So yeah I just—fucking—I asked her if she wanted out and she said yeah. So. Yeah. I didn’t fight it. And now we’re—We’re here.” 

“I’m sorry, mate,” Daniel says. “That blows.” 

“Yeah, I’m sorry too, about—everything, and about you,” Lando replies. 

It’s not quite a heart-to-heart, because how much can they actually talk about their respective hurts stone-cold sober while they’re set to face the fucking media for this weekend’s race. 

But Daniel manages to bring his hand to the back of Lando’s neck and squeeze, and he feels Lando’s tension leave momentarily. 

“It’s gonna be okay, yeah?” Daniel says, willing himself to believe his own words. Neither of them know what the landscape of their tomorrows will look like. He doesn’t know how many fake smiles he has left in him. He doesn’t know where he’ll be next year. Lando doesn’t know how he’s going to move on. 

But at least they have this moment to themselves where they’re just mates sitting next to each other, commiserating their own respective heartaches. 

“Yeah, Danny, it will be, you and me both,” Lando says. He manages a small smile, and it actually reaches his eyes. Daniel hopes that his own looks the same. Lando claps him on the knee. 

“Good talk, okay, sweet,” Daniel says, laughing a little. Lando rolls his eyes, rubs the heel of his hand to his nose. There’s a thin sheen of snot on Lando’s upper lip now from it, but Daniel figures he doesn’t need to point it out. 

They both get up, and Daniel’s ready to make his retreat into hospitality before he feels arms envelop him, arms slung around his neck. His own arms go around Lando immediately, automatic, and Daniel closes his eyes to relish in the solidity of Lando, the firmness of his body, the reality that he’s real and Daniel is real, and for the first time in three weeks, Daniel feels like he belongs in his skin again. 

“Thanks, DR,” Lando says, muffled. “I—yeah. Thank you.” 

Daniel squeezes him harder, and he doesn’t even care if they get papped hugging. It’s been a hell of a time. Shit’s hard. This fucking sport is hard. Dealing with a break up is hard. It’s nice to know that in all of that, he still has this real thing, too. Sure. They’re friends. He isn’t losing Lando by leaving McLaren. This feels like a promise. 

“Anytime, Norris Lando,” Daniel replies with one last squeeze. “Any fuckin’ time, yeah.” 

They pull apart, and Lando’s big hands squeeze his traps one last time before he visibly shakes himself out of it. 

“Christ, let’s get media over and done with,” Lando says. 

“Time to face those cunts,” Daniel replies. They walk back into hospitality together, closer than they normally would, elbows brushing and shoulders bumping. 

[marsgod]

omg i just had a thought … what if a transfer student came to nrc had a similar unique magic to valentine (the guy from “why do ghouls fall in love?” !!! he was always one of my favs) and knew jamils/leona’s s/o from a past encounter .. and wanted their heart … starts screaming and throwing things

- jamil anon

OMFG MONSTER HIGH MONSTER HIGHMONSTERHIGH— OFF TOPIC BUT RLLY ON TOPIC BC I FOUND OUT MY SCHOOL HAS SOME MONSTER HIGH DIARY BOOKS AND<333 SCHOOL W

also i was gonna work on this after matchups but i love this so much

⇢ Jamil, Leona x Gn! Reader

⇢Warnings; maybe slight angst, cussing, reader cheats on leona w/ val (just referenced tho)

Leona would probably avoid the transfer student anyways, seeing as they’re from RSA originally, like, he doesn’t honestly care enough to purposely bother them but will avoid and/scowl at them if the transfer is in his way.

ignores the bad feeling when you know him, but huffs when he sees the both of you talking to eachother

You were talking to the Valentine kid again, Leona wouldn’t say that was a problem but what was was the fact that you kept staring at him, longer than a normal person would. Val wasn’t unattractive by any means, but considering you were, if you maybe hadn’t caught on, were dating him? A little bit strange.

Leona huffed and walked up, not speaking a word, but staring Val in the face from behind you until he awkwardly excused himself.

Honestly, Leona would notice right as you two start drifting apart, but wouldn’t do anything out of anger

It’s not that he realizes Val’s Unique Magic, but thinks you’re genuinely in love with him

Leona was pissed, more pissed than he could describe, you told him that the both of you were friends! And then- And then you don’t even have the decency to break up with him before kissing Val?! Proceeding to not only break up with him, cheat on him, but also just plain embarrass him?

After Leona was done destroying his room in a fit of anger, he tiredly looked around, still breathing heavily. He didn’t know what he did wrong, just what you did.

He avoids the both of you, which basically leads to him sleeping and being even grumpier, which makes things 10x harder for Ruggie, who’s desperately trying to find out what the hell’s wrong!?

okay so i can’t really process how this (monster high) would translate to twst, but imagining that it did, Leona is extremely pissed at Val and will try to “extremely hurt” him, or scare the crap out of him with threats until he leaves (willingly preferably, but not is fine with him)

finds it hard to trust you again, and will be a lot more grumpy with any events having to do with RSA

Has a couple of issues with any “friends” you have that he doesn’t know of already, Leona ends up being more protective and hostile towards others

Jamil doesn’t have any thoughts on Val, so long as he doesn’t get in the way of what needs to be done

He doesn’t go out of his way to insult or befriend Val, but makes it known that nothing of his behavior will change solely due to Val’s relationship with you

Val wasn’t awful, Jamil could admit that much, but it’s not like there was any point in interacting with him further than you and him hanging out, or working on an assignment together, and Jamil doesn’t plan there to be. What Jamil couldn’t admit, however, is how much his eye twitched whenever Val go so, so close to you.

Jamil, as much as he hates it, will tell you his observations and.. Well, if you’re so sure about the fact you both were just friends, Jamil won’t push too much

That being said, after that talk, he’s constantly aware of how much you two hang around and just how close Val gets to you

Jamil sighed, annoyed most of all, he didn’t see why you were staying with him if you obviously liked Val, honestly, what was the point in dragging this out?

Now, Kalim is horrified when it comes out you both broke up! You two had the perfect relationship, and you were so happy too! What happened?!

Jamil refuses to talk to anyone about it above “It just didn’t work out”, so Kalim obviously does the reasonable and confronts you!

Kalim was (probably) always there when you and Jamil fell in love, and whatever this was, your constant heart eyes and lengths of paragraphs of praise towards Val, was not at all love..

“Oh, come on, Jamil! I don’t know what got into (name) but something must’ve happened! You have to talk to them!”

Jamil silently scoffed, what could come of that but unnecessary trouble?

Kalim would have to be the one to do most of the saving, simply because Jamil is still upset about the whole ordeal

Jamil, knowing about Val and his power, will, of course, take on with proper Jamil fashion and make Vals life a living hell (in minor or major inconveniences) for the rest of his stay at NRC<33

(Totally not self indulgent at all) (or just a tiny bit, as a treat<33)

Doesn’t completely not trust you, because he knows it wasn’t your fault, but also can’t find himself completely trusting your friends again, it can slowly be brought back up to that point

[plasticfangtastic]

Can we Be Lonely Together? Ch. 2

A Homelander x Stalker!Reader fanfic

This is a gender neutral fanfic but deep down its just a Homelander X Joe Goldberg fic do with that as you wish. This is a slow burn fic btw

PLZ FORGIVE ME I DON'T KNOW HOW TO PUT A READ MORE OPTION ON MOBILE SO SORRY IF THIS LOOKS LENGHTY.

Summary: We were two mices pretending to be cats, weren't we?

We Didn't expect to find ourselves int his situation, But John... Homelander... You were perfect... none of this was a lie, these feelings are genuine! So I don't know why you're using such words... stalker... pyschotic bitch? Insane... Liar!? to describe me, after all I've done for you-- Us!? all I done to help you!?

You were wrong.

I just yearned to get closer so what if I did my homework? After all you played along. I knew you knew... you were so loud

R18: TW murder mention, CSEM mention.

Chapter two

Financial Advice for Crooks.

I had my vices.

Life hadn’t been easy, I had limited options and limited paths for the longest time so when I finally had a taste of anything but misery I sank my teeth in its throat, I settled my nest in a corpse of my past– I found my calling. Got my groove on, and began to move up in my way to hell. I made my money, and I made connections, and eventually I got used to this lifestyle.

I thought you would’ve been impressed by how good I was at my job… 

So I came to New York for business. It wasn’t cheap, but unlike the usual dreamers… they didn’t come to this city with a terabyte of crap to blackmail their landlord to lower their rent seventy-five-percent below street average. So I treated myself to the finer things, expensive things… short lived things… so all the meals and wine money could offer, material things didn’t last, but I wanted to feel good… the sort of good where sex doesn’t compare, beside I could never be loved or love… until I met you.

So I devoured with gusto all the Michelin stars, critics recommendations in the Times, highest rated Yelp! review joint, hidden gems, and anything that failed to include the price on the menu... I lived for once. 

For I was starved… until now.

So there I was in some bloody fucking warehouse tied up, my left arm dislocated and a five inch nail adhering my palm to this facebook marketplace find of a chair.

Let’s not even discuss the state of my face.

“You think you can rob me!? I gave you my trust! I welcome you into my family! I let you babysit my fucking kids! And this is how you repay me!? Stealing from me!?” His voice was louder than any thought around me.

I could hardly see or hear anything, my eyes swollen and my ears throbbing, hot, stiff, my shoulders burnt, my hand itching, and screaming.

“I’ll… I’ll pay…”

“Doesn’t change anything, kiddo. If I let you live then word gets out in the streets that you can disrespect me, and sail smoothly!”

“I’ll pay you double the interest! Come on Roman! I fucked up!” I can barely think, my mouth is dry and wet– I can get you something good!” My throat rips itself apart trying to speak to this suited hooligan.

“Like I care… get this bitch out my face.” he said to some goon behind me.

“Vought! I can get you Vought!”

It's always on your mind. You become a petulant child when it comes to Vought– your biggest competitor.

“Excuse you?”

“Edgar is on his way out. The market is going to be in a panic, no?” I spit drool and my teeth– word is that Homelander will take the helm… you think that homeschooled twat can manage to run one of the biggest companies in the world? I’ll get you the trading secrets… I’ll get.. you anything…”

“How do you know Edgar is out? What are you saying?”

“My FBSA contact… they didn’t pay up, so I gave them a visit… and that Neuman chick was so fucking loud. Something about a big press release in a couple days, they’re gonna arrest Edgar. The Homelander wants him out.”

“Why do you have a contact in the FBSA?”

“I wanted to pay you… needed some Supe to blackmail…”

“You’re lying.”

“Keep me alive until you see the bitch on the news. Help me get a job at Vought. I’ll get you something worth more than One-Hundred-K.” I plead, my voice a tire running out of air– please… Roman… please I beg you… believe me one more time! even I wouldn’t lie about this.”

It might’ve been the fantasy that gave him the capacity to hand mercies for he kept me alive in that warehouse for two days, for your new girlfriend was on the TV hitting Edgar like an avalanche.

Cut to, three weeks later, there I’m in business attire sitting across an exhausted HR rep who can’t believe his boss is making him do this, behind the almost perfect smile, and the mundane questions he had already hired me, my resume was perfect and seeing the urgency pulling at his leash even if my resume hadn’t been finely crafted, your company would’ve given me the job. The department was stressed while being examined closely by the shareholders, the whole company was frantic.

I got the call by the end of the week.

By Monday there I was walking into that massive hundred plus storey behemoth of a tower, worse than any fugly billionaire row structure. I saw why people were impressed by this butt-plug of a building, just sucking on the land around it, hogging all the air space with its glass ‘Seven’ and its name illuminating the airspace, big enough to have its own gravitational pull and New Yorkers were the moons running laps around it.

Before I knew it I was dragged around by security to receive my special keycard with my fake name and all, then met the highest qualified person in this department, some sweet anxious thing called Anika, you know her– if not the smell of adrenaline she gives off when you’re around.

It seems people here were allergic to sunlight– any light actually! This couldn’t be good for anyone's eyes.

She handed me a desk, and well everything after that must be quite boring for you, so let me TDLR…

There was a reason why I chose this department. I could’ve aimed to be an assistant, worked in any other department, even been the fucking janitor and I would had been able to fulfil my task, but I knew that Vought had all the resources and cutting edge technology to get the fuck away from Roman Ban and Banvision Global. In here I’d forge a new name, destroy all trace of my existence, what little there was of my digital fingerprint, and above all… I could make money.

It wasn’t difficult. 

So I started with Kevin… sorry I meant… The Deep (ugh) his mind was easy to navigate, behind the mountain of cetacean erotica, self-loathing, bisexual worries, genuine environmental worries, his abs and octopussy fantasies– it didn’t take me long to find out his social security number, his bank account passwords and numbers, social media passwords, both private and public– did you know he had an account in the Jeremy Renner app? Anyhoo… I had all I needed written in sparkly ink, and swirly cursive. 

I simply had to sell some tabloid his web search history, or transfer small amounts at a time to an offshore account, small enough to go unnoticed disguised as his usual transactions, he had several trials and memberships he had yet to cancel-- I pitied Deep to a degree we both had been bad with money. I just didn’t spend most of my money donating to cults and environmental causes. 

As the days went by I collected passwords and keys from all suits worth a damn, and did my job to cancel those memberships diverting them to me, and taking small amounts, collecting and crafting packages to blackmail them, sending personalized emails demanding ransom, etcetera.

But I had a guy ready to kill me to prove a point, so I kept working.

The more I saw my plan coming together, the more brazen I became. I thought I’d be there for a month at most… so there I was staying till late. My mind still assaulted by the discovery of the depth of the Deep’s depravity, and his annoying wife, this wasn’t my first introductory lesson into bestiality… that had been in the fifth grade at a Wendy’s parking lot when my powers were at their worst– and he wasn’t the only person on this floor that indulged in filth, not even the worse kind, the worse was that lady in IT storing a hard-drive with the sort of shit, that will have the FBI shutting down Vought for a couple days to investigate why there’s kids stored in the company servers– which… I did… tell Roman about.

“Excuse me?”

I had forgotten till now.

“Yeah… Joanne in IT… you should… keep Ryan away from that floor, just saying ‘cuz she ain’t ugly and he’s vulnerable.”

I’ve never seen you so pale, almost as pale as the corpse next to the couch.

“Anyways I was saying…”

I love how family oriented you are. The way your heart was racing just now, the way your jaw twitched for a second, it was sweet how much you cared.

“There’s also that guy in security who’s been stealing shit to roofie girls.”

Your pretty blonde locks felt to the side of your forehead, as you cocked your head confusedly.

I sat in that screen lit room, waiting for the building to get as quiet as it possibly could. There were always people in this place, sleepyheads and night shifts. This place had become less phallic and more a living organism, every hallway and room serving a function to keep it erect non-stop.

Curiosity won over me and I love obscene indulgences, I have an appetite for things that do me no good. So I knew a place I had to see So there I’m in the elevator knowing the floor is mostly empty, and knowing I had the floor all for myself, knowing where every soul was placed and the password to erased the security footage (plus I had already blackmail the right security guard) I headed upstairs to a special place.

The ninety-nine floor.

Walking across the golden marble, crossing the wooden frames and the gallery of greatest hits with no artistic value intrinsic to them– I saw the statues guarding the Seven’s boardroom, and found an unlocked sliding door. The silvery "Seven" table, with all its sharp edges, the famous chairs every supe in the world wanted to sit down on– not me. 

I wasn’t pretty enough for the pageant circuit, my parents were… disappointed… to say the least… found me creepy, repulsive even! saying I kept them hostage in their own home, unable to keep anything hidden. I tried to control my powers until they could forgive me, anyone…could forgive me, so I never imagined myself in this room, much less in spandex.

So I sat on your chair, at the helm turning to see the best view of the big city.

Your statues and your painting staring down on me, you were unbearable, just a pretty blond in tights, with a padded suit even for your dick as if you needed protection from upcoming kicks to the balls. Everybody feared you, and if they didn’t they wanted to be you, you seemed so far up your ass– and all your staff simply indulged you, afraid that even an atomic bomb couldn’t stop your tantrums. Too afraid to tell you… even if your name was on the door, you weren’t running shit. All the actual work was done by your former assistant it seemed, just delivered dumbed down to your level by the time it reached this table for you to play pretend, and feel like a big boy. 

I was surprised you could even read, but then again you could shoot lasers out of your eyes and if rumor was true your piss was acid– so Jesus knows I wasn’t going to question it.

Your chair was comfy, and I bet all those numbnuts wished they could sit on it.

The view was worth it, I could see why people liked this stupid city– did my job and ate quickly but I wanted more… so thankfully I had a good book on my kindle and a juicy chapter to unfold.

Looking at the clock I cleaned myself and began heading out, my mind finally shutting down, it was the only way I could sleep, Soon I would’ve been awake trying to hold my head together… I know you were at my house so I know you saw the valium next to my bed, and the mix-and-match bags of sleeping pills.

I should’ve looked at the clock better, I should’ve hung in there, freely disrupting my routine willingly. It was nice to hear nothing, just the sound of my wispy breath and my loafers squeaking, in this silence I failed to notice you.

I failed to notice you had entered this place at all. Did you find it hard to sleep? Did you step outside your enclosure looking for enrichment? I wasn’t thinking that when I stepped into the elevator with my eyes glued to my phone, you weren’t on my radar. 

My heart nearly burst out of my chest at the sight of red gloves holding the door.

My bladder nearly emptying itself.

When your frame came into my general vicinity. I swallowed hard. Still had some cheese caught behind my teeth.

Nervously I looked up, catching the back of the American flag and your shoulder pads. Golden eagles caging me, frosted tips right before my eyes, and your hand pressing on the elevator going up.

My hand still hovering near the control panel aching to press down, your collar creeked as you turned to look at my insignificant presence.

“What floor?”

How polite, your voice so quiet, guess you hadn’t noticed me either.

“Ground… thank you.”

Your perfume was virtually non-existent, you were warmth, sunflowers and cotton. I had cats to kill it seems for I looked up catching your disturbed reflection in the chrome. Your eyes somewhere else, something about that picture made me too curious.

I turned it back on: feeling the burst, holding a wince behind my teeth. I found myself leaning against the wall, your ear picking up as I held my head lightly.

You found me annoying, dramatic, loud. I held back my breath as I fixed myself in the corner, just out of fear.

“You should be ashamed of yourself!” 

I’m dead. I thought

“Do you have any idea how embarrassing you are!”

I…I…I am sorr– I began to mumble.

You weren’t saying anything, but it was you speaking. Screaming at yourself. 

That voice so rough and you became so meek, I took a quarter step forward-- in this small box I could do more than just listen, in the chrome your face moved, it spoke and walked in his few feets of space looking down on you, taunting you, remind you of today’s failures listing them as if he was your mother in the middle of math homework.

You could cry.

You wanted to cry.

You were a wave, a wave pulling me further into the sea and I had no idea how to swim any longer. How? How could you see yourself like this? Why do you let him act like this? 

When had you turned to see me? Had my leaning been too noticeable, could you smell the provolone in my tongue? My lips shakily pursed upwards.

It seemed the voice faded away.

“Did you get lost?” You looked directly at my badge.

“Heard they had mints in this floor’s bathroom.” where’s my fucking oscar!? 

Homelander mouth half open, too tired to react just shaking awkwardly but your half closed eyes watched me curiously.

And finally I saw your face.

Your eyes were so tired, everything about you looked exhausted, your posture kept straight by your suit pulling you up, but when your lip indulged in the joke. 

Magic.

My heart sang a song made in your honor, my cheeks so flushed it made me itchy. 

The elevator stopped but you didn’t leave when the doors opened, your finger pressed lightly on the right command.

“Who are you?”

“A corporate spy sent to steal trading secrets for your competitors”

You bombarded me with a singular warning “Don’t lie.” I lived in a world where nobody could lie to me, it got boring, it got insulting, hateful, cruel, so I wasn’t going to lie to you, not when I knew you wanted to decompress… with my spine.

You laughed.

It was so cute– you moved in slowmo.

You took a step back, listening to my unfazed heartbeat, I told you the truth but you heard a joke, maybe you needed a laugh for that voice was back to pestering you.

“I’m new. I was curious about the Seven’s gallery… sorry.”

“Don’t do it again.” You said with a jovial tone so threatening it reverted to being sweet– got it?”

Not a single picture, drawing, GIF, fancam, etcetera. Did ya justice, I could see it now… why everybody fawned over you, but I saw something else.

Behind those blue eyes.

Was the loneliest man in the world.

Your mind I wanted to peek more. I wanted to speak and decipher that voice in your head, I wanted to see why you hated those people under you, I wanted to understand what made you so upset that no matter how much you tried threatening me, it wouldn’t… it wasn’t making you feel any better.

“I’m sincerely sorry.” I said barely whispering but you heard it crystal clear– hope you have a goodnight Mister Gillman.”

The doors began to close as your eyes widened and your lips shaped an ‘O’.

I could’ve sworn your cheeks turned pale and pink.

Mine were candy apples, for once… I regretted saying Good night.